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polishing off the rest of her drink with a single swallow, she leans back in her chair as the other woman approaches the tables in the back of the bar, gaze half-lidded. but for all her pretenses of relaxation, her hand strays just within reach of the pistol holstered at her waist. upon first observation, the stranger appears capable enough, even if she does seem a bit out of her depth. ( are those caps she hears jingling in her pockets ? ) rather than comment, however, jyn waits. if she's here for a hired gun, she'll find her way over. eventually.

Nick Valentine was good for a tour of Diamond City; though he wasn't necessarily welcome everywhere, he certainly knew his way around. The detective was as much a fixture there as the wall itself. Most folks greeted him with bare acknowledgement, and considering how the detective stuck to the shadows that was good enough for him. Better vantage point to observe.

And he observed enough as Moe gave his new guest the run-down on a baseball blood sport, and Nick watched with a cigarette between his teeth and a slight pull of a smile on polymer cheeks. Leonie seemed polite about it. Nick was silent until they were out of earshot, circling around the back alley where his sign glowed dimly in the late afternoon haze. "...You remember it, yeah?"

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | accepting!

𝚂𝙼𝚂  𝚃𝙾  𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙰    >  >   was i not supposed to ? should have gotten ahold of me sooner.

           SHE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO ACCEPT. It should've been as simple as a polite refusal paired with a resolute turn on her heel. Flyboys were bad news — she worked with them, she'd know — and none quite as notoriously so than Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell himself. Instead, Leonie finds herself staring at him blankly for a moment too long before she inexplicably says: "I– don't know."

Say no! she thinks. But it is a long way home... and this would make getting to work tomorrow easier, too. What could be the harm? Propriety. "I... probably shouldn't." She fiddles with her hands; attempts at a joke. "Doubt you've got a spare nightgown in my size, anyway."

MAV SIMPLY OFFERS A COY LITTLE SMILE, but behind that shy demeanour, there is a very sure of himself aviator who knows what he wants and will stop at nothing to get it. Maverick has been playing this field for so long, usually with a high success rate, too, that he feels a great deal of confidence in swaying her decision. “ Come on.. sure you’d rather get a little bit of shut-eye before early risin’, “ he makes the suggestion again, though this time adds that sleep is all he is implying when making such an offer.

a mixture of the 3 sounds really intriguing to me! it would probably result in him behaving similar to the way he does toward hangman in the movie lol. a reluctant alliance because they have a common goal or enemy!

Spicy Dialog - Still Accepting

No matter how much they fooled themselves into thinking they had even an ounce of ability to stay away from each other at work, they kept winding back up in the same situation. Chris couldn't deny that he felt more strongly for her than he had... Well, than he had for most anyone in his life. Still, both of them seemed to fight against the obvious, wanting to remain discreet. Coming forward with their relationship would mean admitting it and leaving themselves vulnerable to hurt.

So, instead of admitting things, here they were in his office again. Chris had suggested maybe they should wait until later and could meet at his home, but the instant those words come out of her mouth, brown eyes go wide and his brain practically short circuits. He quickly shoves what little is on his desk out of the way, kissing her with an obedient nod while he lifts her by the hips and lays her across his desk.

"Okay. I can do that." His hands run up her thighs before they find her skirt. He pulls that down and comes back for her panties, noting she had worked herself out of her top and bra. He observes her a moment, yanking his own shirt off before looking back down at her, feeling himself throbbing at the sight of her. It almost physically pains him and the way his heart skips a few beats and his stomach flip flops should be a sign to him that he'd fallen in love, but the thought is pushed away for the task at hand. "Christ you are so beautiful."

He lets one hand roam eagerly up her body, fingers warm and calloused against her soft bare flesh, before cupping at her breast. His thumb swirls around her nipple, watching it harden to his touch, as his fingers squeeze. His other hand has started working him out of his own pants and boxers before pushing her legs to spread her apart. His gaze flicks down, absolutely unable to resist dropping to his knees and burying his face in her pussy. His tongue, eager to taste her, flicks and dances against her clit before lapping down inside of her. He moans, eyes glancing up at her from between her legs.