OPEN POST;

[spiraea]

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OPEN RP POST ① Pick a character ② Pick a prompt (or DIY) (shamelessly and selectively pilfered from bakerstreet's Random Scenario Meme) ③ Do the thing!. table code by betterdolphin

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[nostalgiabomb]

[ Sentimental though she may be, it still makes him grin.

All the same-- ] Careful, dude. Gettin' kinda cavity-inducingly syrupy, here.

[stealwithit]

[ Well. That makes her smirk, and she leans in to whisper into his ear. ]

You wouldn't be saying that if you knew just what I think about you and I being alone at the beach, Star-Lord.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Oh.

Well, he doesn't need to know what she's thinking, because now he's thinking about it, and, yeah, okay, some of these mental images are pretty great, but what if--

He groans a little, moves in to rest his forehead against her shoulder. ]

... So not cool, Goto. I'm literally hurt.

[stealwithit]

[ She lets out a breath that sort of doubles as a little laugh. ] Yeah, well, so am I.

But it's something we can both look forward to, right? We can take a nice, long, walk on the beach at sunset and in the distance behind us, Rocket blows something up, but we just keep going to a nice, secluded part of the beach...

[ Wiiiiink. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ It's about then that she can hear Peter start to mumble. If she listens carefully, it sounds a bit like this: ]

Baseball. Kittens. Ice cold showers. Brutes. Harvesters--

[ Yes, Peter. Think unsexy thoughts. ]

[stealwithit]

[ She cuts him off with another kiss--cautious, tentative--because she doesn't want to aggravate his injuries again, but she still really wants to just kiss him. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Salaria-- [ Oh, never mind, he's interrupted by her lips on his. Not a terrible way to be interrupted, all things considered. ]

[stealwithit]

[ God, does she want to take this further, because she imagines "Hey, we survived the apocalypse" sex is on a whole other level, but--both of them are injured, possibly too injured, right? But maybe--

Maybe if she just played for a bit, maybe if she ran her tongue along his lower lip, kept running her fingers through his hair just the way she knows he loves it--maybe it would be enough.

As it turns out, it has to be enough, because pain seizes up in Kasumi's arm, having used it to keep herself up for too long. The pained little noise she makes into the kiss says as much, but she doesn't pull away. Maybe if she just keeps on-- ]

Peter--

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Shit, no, that's definitely not enough, and he makes a small noise at the back of his throat, weirdly needy and desperate, and if she keeps this up he's really going to hit a point where stopping is going to be painful, and--

--And then she makes that pained sound, and he pulls way at once, instantly worried. ]

Hey, whoa, easy.

[ He maneuvers to press her back onto the bed, ribs and stitching protesting his every move until he flops back to take off the pressure. He turns to look at her, brow furrowed with concern. ]

You okay?

[stealwithit]

[ She nods at him, yes, I'm okay, but sighs because she's frankly disappointed, although it trails off into a little laugh. ]

This sucks. I swear to God, these wounds better heal up fast.

[ Wishful thinking, but damn it. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He laughs a little himself, helpless and frustrated and just-- actually amused by how ridiculous this situation is. ]

Yeah. Better to take it easy than make things worse, though, right?

[stealwithit]

[ She turns her head just enough to shoot him a mischievous look. ]

Oh, yeah. Imagine the medics having to rush in, all--"how did the stitches come apart?"

"Well, you see..."

[nostalgiabomb]

... Yeah. Let's save those poor doctors and nurses the embarrassment, right?

[stealwithit]

That, and in your state, you couldn't possibly get up to punch anyone for seeing my face like you said you would.

[nostalgiabomb]

I could so.

[ A beat, then, ]

It just wouldn't be a hard punch.

[stealwithit]

Okay, well, hard punch or no, I'm going to have to ask you to refrain from doing that, love. We wouldn't want to explain that to the medics either, would we?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Petulantly, ] You started it.

[stealwithit]

Yeah, okay, it's my fault.

[ and then she casts him another sly look anyway. ]

But seriously. As soon as we're healed up enough? You'd better be prepared, Star-Lord.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He huffs out another laugh, returning her look with a wry raise of his eyebrow. ]

You plannin' on sendin' us right back to the medics once we're well enough, aren't you?

[stealwithit]

[ She raises her brows at him in feigned shock. ]

Wait, are you not? Because I'm pretty sure I'm going to be going wild by the time we reach that point.

[nostalgiabomb]

Believe it or not? I'm not huge on landing myself in hospitals. So you and I are just gonna have to be reasonable.

[stealwithit]

[ She looks contemplative for a moment before she nods at him in agreement. ]

Okay. I see what you mean about the hospitals. We can do reasonable. I guess we'll just have to wait on doing that thing you said you wanted to do. Or seeing how flexible I can still be after all this. Alas.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He pulls a face at her. ]

I see what you're tryin' to do, and if you keep it up, I'm hobblin' my ass out of here and sleeping in another room.

[stealwithit]

[ She chuckles and turns her body onto its side, slightly to keep pressure off her injuries but just enough so that she can lay an arm across Peter, her hand resting squarely on his chest. ]

No, stay, please. I'll be a good girl.

[ The irony of this from the galaxy's best thief. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He fixes her with a slightly suspicious star, eyebrow quirked and lips drawn into a line. ]

You'd better, Goto. You'd hate to see the way I limped around. It'd break your heart, I'm sure.