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[ When she tells him to wait, he figures she was gonna do something like find one last meteor and make a wish. Or just-- sit and watch until the show ended.
He wasn't expecting the kiss, so she surprises a small smile out of him; he props himself up on his elbows. ]
What was that for?
He wasn't expecting the kiss, so she surprises a small smile out of him; he props himself up on his elbows. ]
What was that for?
[ when she sees that she's managed to coax a smile out of him, she returns with one of her own. ]
Do I need a reason? I just felt like it.
Do I need a reason? I just felt like it.
[ He hums thoughtfully, then, ]
I bet you broke something.
I bet you broke something.
[ And she responds, without missing a beat: ]
I haven't broken anything except the hearts of lads and ladies across the galaxy.
I haven't broken anything except the hearts of lads and ladies across the galaxy.
Hope it didn't leave too much of a mess, at least.
Oh, I'm sure it did.
[ And she means more on his part than hers; not a lot of people even know she exists (much less know that she's involved with Star-Lord), but Peter is still a somewhat-celebrated hero in some parts of the galaxy, and a notorious troublemaker and casanova in others.
That doesn't really matter though, not right now. Her expression softens into a gentle one as she reaches with her free hand--the one that's not still holding Peter's--to touch his cheek, as she often does. It's a small act of affection, but to her, it's a way of showing Peter that she's here. It's always been that. And it's always been a way for her to ground herself, too, a way for her to make sure that he's here and this thing they have is--real. Maybe. Or at least, she hopes it is by now, after everything they've gone through together.
She lingers like that for a moment before she speaks again. ]
Sorry. I know we're supposed to be heading back in.
[ And she means more on his part than hers; not a lot of people even know she exists (much less know that she's involved with Star-Lord), but Peter is still a somewhat-celebrated hero in some parts of the galaxy, and a notorious troublemaker and casanova in others.
That doesn't really matter though, not right now. Her expression softens into a gentle one as she reaches with her free hand--the one that's not still holding Peter's--to touch his cheek, as she often does. It's a small act of affection, but to her, it's a way of showing Peter that she's here. It's always been that. And it's always been a way for her to ground herself, too, a way for her to make sure that he's here and this thing they have is--real. Maybe. Or at least, she hopes it is by now, after everything they've gone through together.
She lingers like that for a moment before she speaks again. ]
Sorry. I know we're supposed to be heading back in.
[ He leans into her touch, as he always does -- it's real and physical, and sometimes he doesn't realize how touch-starved he is between their visits with one another until she's there and whole.
So he reaches up, holds her hand there against his cheek, closes his eyes, and breathes. He tells himself things will be okay. He needs to work harder at normality, push down his stupid anxiety and fears, and everything else will fall back into place. ]
It's fine. I'll follow your lead.
So he reaches up, holds her hand there against his cheek, closes his eyes, and breathes. He tells himself things will be okay. He needs to work harder at normality, push down his stupid anxiety and fears, and everything else will fall back into place. ]
It's fine. I'll follow your lead.
Really? In that case...
[ She leans in to close the distance between them, opting for a kiss on the lips, this time around. ]
I didn't get a chance to say this earlier, but--I missed you.
[ She leans in to close the distance between them, opting for a kiss on the lips, this time around. ]
I didn't get a chance to say this earlier, but--I missed you.
[ -- Yes, good, kissing. He can do kissing. It's easier than those tricky, messy emotions he's been grappling with, anyway.
His gives her one of his small, genuine smiles. ]
Yeah, 'course you did. [ A joke, because that's his default mode. ] I missed you, too.
His gives her one of his small, genuine smiles. ]
Yeah, 'course you did. [ A joke, because that's his default mode. ] I missed you, too.
Of course you did. [ Her smile turns into a grin, a little. ] And if it weren't kind of sad to say, I could honestly listen to you tell me that over and over again.
[ She means it as a joke, but it's--one of the sweetest things she ever hears Peter say to her. And it's oddly nice to feel needed, sometimes, even though she knows that it's not his favorite feeling and that sincerity is still a difficult thing to grapple with. ]
[ She means it as a joke, but it's--one of the sweetest things she ever hears Peter say to her. And it's oddly nice to feel needed, sometimes, even though she knows that it's not his favorite feeling and that sincerity is still a difficult thing to grapple with. ]
Edited (moar words) 2015-01-02 03:50 (UTC)
I can record it, if you want. It'll probably be true every time.
[ And there he goes, being honest again. It should give him pause, he thinks, but-- he'll let this instance slide. Just this once. ]
[ And there he goes, being honest again. It should give him pause, he thinks, but-- he'll let this instance slide. Just this once. ]
[ And just this once is good enough for her. She wasn't quite expecting that second bit, though, and she feels her heart twist when he says it. Maybe some day, it won't have be a thing they say to each other too often. Maybe. She hopes--maybe once the Reaper War is over, if it ever ends with anyone at all being alive (she knows if anyone can pull that off, though, Shep can). ]
No need. I'd rather hear the real thing every time.
[ She lets a small sigh escape from her lips. ]
We probably should head back in. They're going to give us crap for taking so long.
No need. I'd rather hear the real thing every time.
[ She lets a small sigh escape from her lips. ]
We probably should head back in. They're going to give us crap for taking so long.
[ Peter shrugs, but he sits up all the same; he keeps his hand closed around hers, though. ] That's nothing new. I get shit from them all the time.
[ Not as much lately, though. Tiptoeing around egg shells. Broken glass. Testing the waters. It drives him crazy, but Kasumi doesn't need to know that.
He heaves himself up, help her to do the same. ]
C'mon. You should get some rest. Your job must've been rough.
[ Not as much lately, though. Tiptoeing around egg shells. Broken glass. Testing the waters. It drives him crazy, but Kasumi doesn't need to know that.
He heaves himself up, help her to do the same. ]
C'mon. You should get some rest. Your job must've been rough.
[ Funny--months and months ago she would have insisted she could get up on her own; now she lets him help her, because it feels nice.
In any case, she can't resist giving him a flirtatious look when she's back on her feet. ]
Rough, sure. But I'm actually feeling a little restless right now--could use some tiring out, maybe?
In any case, she can't resist giving him a flirtatious look when she's back on her feet. ]
Rough, sure. But I'm actually feeling a little restless right now--could use some tiring out, maybe?
[ He raises an eyebrow at her, his smirk taking on a slightly more ~wicked~ edge. ]
You know, I think I know someone who could help with that.
You know, I think I know someone who could help with that.
Edited (random enter???) 2015-01-03 07:43 (UTC)
Kasumi hasn't been back to her Illium apartment very many times since the Ravagers. It was partly a security measure to make sure she wouldn't ever be tracked down there--but mostly, it had just been the case that Kasumi would spend most of her downtime on the Milano with Peter, only occasionally topping by the apartment whenever she had to close out deals on Illium.
Today is special, however, because it's Peter's birthday. She's almost certain that he doesn't even know it's his birthday (and possibly that he doesn't quite care), but Kasumi's just the type of person to make a big deal out of a small occasion. Especially birthdays. And Valentine's Day. And White Day. And Christmas... Possibly, it's the Japanese in her. Probably, it's just the romantic in her.
She's made sure to time everything perfectly so that Peter's visit would line up to his birth date on Earth. She's made sure everything else was perfect, too, but he'll see that when he gets here. Of course, she doesn't want him to know it'll be a birthday celebration, so when she'd last sent him a message to invite him, it went like this: ]
Just make sure you're in Illium by then. You deserve a break, love.
You know where to find me.
Love,
K
[ Whenever he arrives and she lets him in, he'd find that her apartment is littered with candles--no small feat, for sure, because who the hell still uses candles in this day and age? Kasumi Goto, that's who. There's also an apparent lingering of the scent of roses in the air, and if he deigns to glance over to where the bed is, he'd see rose petals scattered across the sheets. "Moonage Daydream" is playing over the speakers, of course. Over on the table, more candles, a bucket of ice with beers, a nice steak dinner (that she probably did not make herself, but hey), a box of chocolates, and a suspiciously poster-sized box wrapped neatly in decorative paper sitting in the chair that Peter usually sits in the few times he's been to the apartment.
And, he'd see that Kasumi herself is out of her suit, opting instead for a nice black turtleneck dress; her hair is down, too. All in all, she's put-together enough to indicate that this is a special occasion, but not quite to black-tie event levels. You know, just a casual date between two people in a relationship. ]
Hey there.
[ --is what she says in a natural, effortless tone, almost as if there wasn't anything special going on in the scene in front of Peter. ]
Today is special, however, because it's Peter's birthday. She's almost certain that he doesn't even know it's his birthday (and possibly that he doesn't quite care), but Kasumi's just the type of person to make a big deal out of a small occasion. Especially birthdays. And Valentine's Day. And White Day. And Christmas... Possibly, it's the Japanese in her. Probably, it's just the romantic in her.
She's made sure to time everything perfectly so that Peter's visit would line up to his birth date on Earth. She's made sure everything else was perfect, too, but he'll see that when he gets here. Of course, she doesn't want him to know it'll be a birthday celebration, so when she'd last sent him a message to invite him, it went like this: ]
Just make sure you're in Illium by then. You deserve a break, love.
You know where to find me.
Love,
K
[ Whenever he arrives and she lets him in, he'd find that her apartment is littered with candles--no small feat, for sure, because who the hell still uses candles in this day and age? Kasumi Goto, that's who. There's also an apparent lingering of the scent of roses in the air, and if he deigns to glance over to where the bed is, he'd see rose petals scattered across the sheets. "Moonage Daydream" is playing over the speakers, of course. Over on the table, more candles, a bucket of ice with beers, a nice steak dinner (that she probably did not make herself, but hey), a box of chocolates, and a suspiciously poster-sized box wrapped neatly in decorative paper sitting in the chair that Peter usually sits in the few times he's been to the apartment.
And, he'd see that Kasumi herself is out of her suit, opting instead for a nice black turtleneck dress; her hair is down, too. All in all, she's put-together enough to indicate that this is a special occasion, but not quite to black-tie event levels. You know, just a casual date between two people in a relationship. ]
Hey there.
[ --is what she says in a natural, effortless tone, almost as if there wasn't anything special going on in the scene in front of Peter. ]
[ Peter lost track of time a long, long time ago.
Which is to say, he lost track of Terran time. One of the first things that was incorporated into his reeducation as one of Yondu's Lost Boys in Space was tracking time using Xandarian standard. And since no one gave much of a shit about Earth in the sectors he wandered around in, he sort of stopped keeping track.
This meant, of course, he missed every holiday. Every birthday. Luckily, he didn't lack for celebrations -- the Ravagers frequently partied after big hauls or successes. Still, he would end up wondering, "How old am I, again?" and try to convert time back and forth, but usually he would give up and figure out the ballpark timeframe. He's pretty sure he's thirty-five? But then again, he could be off.
This also means, of course, that he has no idea what Kasumi has planned.
The first thing Peter notices, naturally, is that Kasumi isn't wearing her customary tactical suit, complete with mysterious, face-obscuring hood. He smiles at her slowly, thinking, Damn, she looks good.
It's only after a moment that he notices the candles. The petals. The everything. He freezes in the doorway, a million thoughts running through his head. Did I forget a holiday? Oh shit, was I supposed to bring a gift? Oh, crap. It wasn't an anniversary or something, was it?
Shit.
He swallows hard, turning back to Kasumi with a startled glance. ]
What's-- what's all this for?
Which is to say, he lost track of Terran time. One of the first things that was incorporated into his reeducation as one of Yondu's Lost Boys in Space was tracking time using Xandarian standard. And since no one gave much of a shit about Earth in the sectors he wandered around in, he sort of stopped keeping track.
This meant, of course, he missed every holiday. Every birthday. Luckily, he didn't lack for celebrations -- the Ravagers frequently partied after big hauls or successes. Still, he would end up wondering, "How old am I, again?" and try to convert time back and forth, but usually he would give up and figure out the ballpark timeframe. He's pretty sure he's thirty-five? But then again, he could be off.
This also means, of course, that he has no idea what Kasumi has planned.
The first thing Peter notices, naturally, is that Kasumi isn't wearing her customary tactical suit, complete with mysterious, face-obscuring hood. He smiles at her slowly, thinking, Damn, she looks good.
It's only after a moment that he notices the candles. The petals. The everything. He freezes in the doorway, a million thoughts running through his head. Did I forget a holiday? Oh shit, was I supposed to bring a gift? Oh, crap. It wasn't an anniversary or something, was it?
Shit.
He swallows hard, turning back to Kasumi with a startled glance. ]
What's-- what's all this for?
[ She responds to his confused look with a small playful smile, at first. That was pretty much how she'd imagined he'd look once he noticed everything. She has the mind to string him along for a little, maybe make him really confused about what this was all for, but the idea quickly throws itself out the window when she realizes she just can't do that--not today, of all days. Plus, she's ridiculously excited--and it begins to show when the small smile gives way for a bigger genuine one.
She stands on the tips of her toes to give him a quick kiss on the lips before she leans in to whisper into his ear, ]
Happy birthday, Star-Lord.
She stands on the tips of her toes to give him a quick kiss on the lips before she leans in to whisper into his ear, ]
Happy birthday, Star-Lord.
[ He still looks so lost after she pulls away, if the way his eyes are still wide and owlish are any indication. He blinks a couple of times, still trying to take in the scene.
Clearly it hasn't sunk in, yet. ]
I-- what?
[ Smooth. ]
Clearly it hasn't sunk in, yet. ]
I-- what?
[ Smooth. ]
[ She chuckles at him and boops him on his adorable confused nose. ]
It's. Your. Birthday.
It's. Your. Birthday.
[ He half-heartedly tries to bat her hand away before she can poke him, but clearly he's unsuccessful. ]
-- Wait, is it? [ And now he's just straight up frowning, as if trying to figure out what month it is. ] What day is it? On Earth, I mean.
-- Wait, is it? [ And now he's just straight up frowning, as if trying to figure out what month it is. ] What day is it? On Earth, I mean.
[ Her nose-booping hand comes to rest on his shoulder. ]
It's February 4th over there.
It's February 4th over there.
[ Yep, he's definitely blinking once or twice, still frowning. ]
... Shit. I had no idea.
[ Obviously. ]
-- You did all this just for my birthday?
... Shit. I had no idea.
[ Obviously. ]
-- You did all this just for my birthday?
[ She tucks her hair behind her ear and offers him another smile--a surprisingly bashful one coming from someone like Kasumi. ]
Of course I did. I... sort of went overboard. Sorry.
[ She's not that sorry, but she will admit that she got a little overexcited. But it's been a while since she's gone all out for something like this. ]
Of course I did. I... sort of went overboard. Sorry.
[ She's not that sorry, but she will admit that she got a little overexcited. But it's been a while since she's gone all out for something like this. ]
[ He tries for a smile of his own, though it's slightly self-conscious as well. He hasn't celebrated his birthday in decades. Not since he was on Earth, anyway. ]
I-- I meant-- It's nice. I just-- you seriously didn't have to do all this on my account, Goto.
I-- I meant-- It's nice. I just-- you seriously didn't have to do all this on my account, Goto.
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