Hanna Falk Cross (
falkeditupagain) wrote2013-06-27 02:56 pm
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IC/OFFLINE: I want to take you far, from the cynics in this town
Time: Sometime after the Pitch fiasco.
Place: House on the Rock
Back in the usual house, Hanna's had enough of laying low. No one had come after him just yet, and if they hadn't, he assumed they were at least going to wait a little longer. Let it stew for a few months before something happens and when they think he's off guard. At least that's the strategy that people usually employ in books and movies. He'd assume the same could be applied here. Still, being in his own room again, back at the house is comforting. And he's just undressing for a much needed change of clothes after wearing the same thing the last few days while hiding, pausing in front of a ruddy mirror in the room leaning against the wall. It's odd, to see his chest now, without the staples and in place, just a simple line, lighter than the one he'd had before. His hand raises up to trace the line, stomach sucking in a moment before he lets his breath go.
It was like a weight had lifted, even if he has much more things to worry about now, but its one less thing, he thinks, unbuttoning his pants and slipping off his boxers to route through one of his drawers to find more worn clothing. And, locating some boxers and a pair of shorts, he considers a top, eyeing the long sleeve shirts that he'd gathered, but in the current weather it was much too hot for that.
Alternatively, he grabbed a tanktop that was usually reserved for undershirt status and pulled it on, considering the lack of sleeves and how, if he moved a certain way, the upper line of his scar was visible, but...not ugly like it had been. Managing an encouraging smile for himself to chase away any sort of insecurity, he kicked his dirty laundry away and went to open the door in search of some conversation. Maybe see if he could get a reaction out of his 'daring' and different shirt choice.
Place: House on the Rock
Back in the usual house, Hanna's had enough of laying low. No one had come after him just yet, and if they hadn't, he assumed they were at least going to wait a little longer. Let it stew for a few months before something happens and when they think he's off guard. At least that's the strategy that people usually employ in books and movies. He'd assume the same could be applied here. Still, being in his own room again, back at the house is comforting. And he's just undressing for a much needed change of clothes after wearing the same thing the last few days while hiding, pausing in front of a ruddy mirror in the room leaning against the wall. It's odd, to see his chest now, without the staples and in place, just a simple line, lighter than the one he'd had before. His hand raises up to trace the line, stomach sucking in a moment before he lets his breath go.
It was like a weight had lifted, even if he has much more things to worry about now, but its one less thing, he thinks, unbuttoning his pants and slipping off his boxers to route through one of his drawers to find more worn clothing. And, locating some boxers and a pair of shorts, he considers a top, eyeing the long sleeve shirts that he'd gathered, but in the current weather it was much too hot for that.
Alternatively, he grabbed a tanktop that was usually reserved for undershirt status and pulled it on, considering the lack of sleeves and how, if he moved a certain way, the upper line of his scar was visible, but...not ugly like it had been. Managing an encouraging smile for himself to chase away any sort of insecurity, he kicked his dirty laundry away and went to open the door in search of some conversation. Maybe see if he could get a reaction out of his 'daring' and different shirt choice.
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"Hanna?" he calls as he hears a light footstep in the hallway, curious, but slightly too melty to sit up and look over the back of the couch. "Is that you?"
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"Hey...You look like you're going dissolve into a puddle of goo."
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He pulls at the shirt a little to get more airflow in, swallowing a little self-consciously because okay, that kind of exposes him more but. It feels pretty good, anyways. "Just under things. I look pretty scrawny, huh?"
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He has to admit he's enjoying the view, especially as Hanna tugs at his shirt. The scar looks much better than it used to -- healing, even, which is a big step up.
He leans over, aiming for a kiss.
"You look great."
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And Hanna doesn't even mind when he can feel Lea's eyes on him. Now that he doesn't look like someone out of a horror film, he can feel much better about it. A more natural look, rather. "If you say so. My next goal is to try and gain some weight, but...it's kind of hard in a place like this."
When some days its hard to even get enough to go around, it's a pretty lofty goal to be honest. But, he'll lean over the couch to return the favor with a soft kiss. "What I wouldn't give for a cool bath, though."
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He sits though, thankful for a subject change and drapes himself on the couch, sprawled out with his legs on top of Lea, arms over the arm rest. "This reminds me of that heat wave we had in town once. No AC, going to work was the best. I spent my breaks in the freezer section."
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Absently, he brushes his fingers over the top of Hanna's nearest ankle, and grins. "It reminds me of Agrabah. Only they didn't have refrigerators there! I should've introduced one or two. Imagine all the munny I could've made on the side."
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...In weather like this it was hard to even want to do anything, but Hanna wasn't really one for lazing around all day long. He got bored too easy, lifting his head again to toss a glance at Lea. " you want to do anything? I'm bored out of my mind over here..."
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"And I don't know. Do I have to get up for this? I was looking forward to a nice afternoon nap...."
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He settles a little more, tilting his head way back so he can see him more clearly and shrugs, unable to help smiling. "Your solution to everything is a nap. And, I guess we don't have to get up to do something...We could play a game? My mind's just busy, that's all."
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Thoughtfully, he adds, "And I can think of a few things we could do lying down."
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It isn't like anyone is home at the moment, but they live with a bunch of teenagers. Well. They look like teenagers, anyways.
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"And one last thing." He'll just steal a quick kiss as he settles, pulling back a little. "You get to be on top, cause I'd rather not have anyone walk in and see my pale ass from the doorway. It could probably blind someone."
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-- and he suspects he'd be stuck answering awkward questions anyway, so they'll just have to move fast. He leans in further to steal another kiss, and adds, "Besides, yours? Definitely a nice view."
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"I could disagree but I think i'll take the compliment this time." His smile is softer when he speaks, glancing down to start on the button of his shorts. He's thinking this shouldn't be done at a slow, casual pace anyways seeing as they're in the main living room of the house. Some sort of speed should be added if they want to go unnoticed. But even this much movement is making it feel hotter, Hanna wiggling a little bit to get his pants down. "Fuck is it hot..."
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He's in his usual clothes -- half-ruined T-shirt, Organization pants, boots off by the side of the couch because at least it's a little more comfortable without those to contend with. The shirt's easy to shimmy out of, but the pants, well. He'll take care of those in a minute. It'll take longer.
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"You know, with it being like this, I would half suggest like, screwing in the lake, but I have no idea how sanitary that shit is, and don't even get me started on that fucking squid." But perhaps a soak afterwards would be nice. It would cool him down in any case, just...not now.
But, by the looks of it Lea is wearing too much still, Hanna in boxers and his tank top, and obviously lea should lose the pants. Just, not right now. He'll idly start at the button and zip with one hand, but the other is finding Lea's shoulder and leaning in for another kiss.
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He kisses back, eyelids drooping, and basks for a long moment. Yeah, it's hot out, but that just makes Hanna's body cool by comparison where their skin presses together.
Besides, he likes it hot.
He runs his hand up Hanna's side under the tank top, fingers telling over each rib.
"No lake," he concludes. "Maybe we could swim later..."
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"Hey, um...you could probably take this off...its not as bad as it was." He smiles, just a little and settles on Lea's lap, "not as gross as it used to be."
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"You're sure it's okay?"
Hanna's healing, he knows, but he's not sure how much difference that makes. They're not in their room, and it might not be the best time to try pulling his shirt off...
... although, Lea has to admit, he'd like it.
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Like ripping off a bandaid, he settles both hands on Lea's, thumbs rubbing at them before he takes the shirt between his own fingers and pulls it off, dropping it next to his shorts. Unlike before, with the staples, there is a very thin scar line left, healed with a little bit of what ever Urahara's brand of magic is, and Hanna can say that he was very impressed with the clean up. It's not so ugly any more, just scar tissue, and a telling line of what he'd been through. The runes are gone as well, Though the array on his side stayed, and he takes in a deep breath, filling his lungs before exhaling slowly.
"Much better."
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He shifts and frees a hand to shove his own pants down a few inches until they catch on the edge of his hip.
"Think you could give me a hand?"
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And to make it all easier, his thumbs hook on the hem of his underwear, dragging them down as well. He gets to about his mid thighs before reaching is awkward and Hanna decides that just getting up would be easier on both of them. It's really weird to be in the living room and pulling his boxers down though, and so he tosses a cautionary look at direction of the front entry before finishing pulling them down, gently kicking them off to the side. At least it's cooler without any clothes on.
"You have to tell me if you hear anyone, because I doubt I'd notice before it was too late, alright?"
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Boy, he hopes Roxas and Xion don't walk in.
He kicks his pants off the rest of the way, glad not to have boots to worry about, and reaches out to catch Hanna's waist and pull him back toward the couch.
"Guess we'll have to hurry," he adds, with a snicker.
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And he can feel himself shaking, just a little, nerves and excitement building up with the thrill, and okay, this is such a bad idea, but Hanna thinks that he'd probably do it again with how his heart is already racing.
"This is kind of exciting, huh?" He murmurs against Lea's mouth, hands pressed to his chest, slipping down and playing along thin lines.
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"Yeah," he mutters, and nips at Hanna's lower lip, walking one hand finger by finger back up his thigh toward his dick. They haven't got anything out here -- well, okay, he doesn't, at least -- but hands should be enough....
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Taking in another few breaths, he lets his fingers slip down a little further, rubbing at his stomach, inching down to his waist.
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His breath hitches as Hanna bites at his lip, and he turns his head to deepen the kiss, cupping his hand over Hanna's crotch, rubbing gently with the heel of his hand.
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His rhythm is off, like usual, because his movements are jerky. Brain too overwhelmed between remembering how to breathe, not being loud and that easy repetitive motion of jerking Lea off. While it should be a tried and true formula, it's still hard to focus and his eyes blink open to try and look down to see what he's doing, smooth it up a little.
And they could get caught, but hell, if he isn't going to stop, and that's way more exciting to him than it should be. And he wonders if that means he's some kind of closet exhibitionist, but at the moment he doesn't think it really matters all that much.