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Hanna Falk Cross ([personal profile] falkeditupagain) wrote2013-06-27 02:56 pm

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.
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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-06-28 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
It's hot, all right. Lea's stretched out on the couch in a threadbare orange T-shirt, one arm behind his head and the other trailing on the floor. He is fairly sure that at any moment now he's going to melt.

"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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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-06-28 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"It's hot even for me," Lea mourns, and looks up at Hanna with his eyebrows soaring. "Hey, that shirt looks nice on you. Have you ever worn it before?"
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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-06-28 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Ice? Yeah, we used to. He probably wouldn't be in the mood for doing me any favors if he showed up, though, trust me..."

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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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-06-28 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"I killed him." It's a casual admission; of all the things he regrets, killing Vexen isn't even in the top five. Lea pulls away after a moment, reluctantly, and pats the couch next to him. "Come on, sit down! The couch isn't too warm."
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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-07-02 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Lea settles back into the cushions, watching Hanna's face. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten into details about Vexen after all. Well -- it's too late now, isn't it?

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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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-07-12 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"India? No, Agrabah. That's what we called the world, anyway," he adds with a shrug, turning his head to the side against the couch cushions and settling in a little more securely. "Anyway, the point is, it was hot.

"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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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-07-19 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"They're pretty big." Lea walks his fingers over Hanna's ankle again, returning the smile. "We just only ever had the time to see little chunks of them... so who knows what the rest is like?"

Thoughtfully, he adds, "And I can think of a few things we could do lying down."
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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-07-20 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"No one's home," Lea points out, and grins with just a tiny touch of evil. "Besides, it's even hotter in the bedroom... and not in a good way."
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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-07-20 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Whatever," Lea says, with a roll of his eyes, and sits back up, leaning toward Hanna. "Like I'm any less pale, huh?"

-- 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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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-07-25 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Should I take that as a compliment?" Lea grins, unrepentant, and reaches out to help Hanna shimmy out of his shorts. "Or are you just being literal?"

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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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-07-27 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"The squid," Lea says, absently shoving his pants down with one hand in an attempt to help Hanna out, "isn't invited."

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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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-07-31 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"You just want to cool off," Lea mutters, and reaches for the hem of Hanna's tank, top. He stops with his fingers hooked in the cloth, a little seriousness sneaking into his expression as he meets Hanna's eyes again.

"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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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-08-02 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Looking good," Lea agrees, and runs his hands over Hanna's sides as he leans in to share a kiss.

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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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-08-06 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll try," Lea grins, and casts a glance of his own at the front hallway. This had just been an impulse, but now that they're actually pulling clothes off in the middle of the living room, he has to admit... it's more fun than he'd expected.

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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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-08-06 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
A quick shiver ripples over the skin under Hanna's hands, and Lea laughs again, breathless. He slides his own hands down along Hanna's thighs, sweat making skin catch against skin. This is a terrible idea. He loves it.

"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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[personal profile] doestheickyjobs 2013-08-07 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
It's damned good, in Lea's opinion... and not just because it's progress.

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.