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[ she knows there's no actual danger behind her, but beyond that, she has no idea what he's playing at. so with a knit brow of amused puzzlement, she's turning to glance back over her shoulder to figure out what he's pointing at. ]

[He gives her three seconds--she looks away, and then one, two, three--

It should be impossible that he could leap on her from the way that he's sitting--cross-legged, elbows on knees--but he does, somehow, lurching across the bit of bed that separates them--not so hard that he'll flatten her, but more like an over-eager dog would leap on you, intent on demonstrating affection.]

Shit! [ she yelps when he leaps, but it's with a grin and followed by a surprised sort of laugh. and all at once, he's more or less on top of her, which rather than complaining about it, she makes simpler by uncrossing her own legs so they're not quite so much in the way.

it takes a second or two of eye contact to realize she's holding her breath, so she exhales slowly. then comes a quiet but teasing: ] You're not so bad at this. [ a beat. ] The whole 'bodyguard' thing. [ whyyyy can she not look in any other direction, if she could she'd sound like 100x less of an idiot, ugh. ]

[The slight shift of her uncrossing her legs is sort of jolting, in the best way--and impossible to ignore--and also impossible to ignore is just how close they are, and how she's looking up at him.

Well. Bloody hell.

But so okay-- he grins down at her without letting on any of that inner conversation, and leans down just a little.]

Honestly, I can't think of a better way to guard your body. This way, you're totally protected. Totally covered. [covered by him wink wink] I take my work very seriously. Siriusly.

I can tell, [ she agrees, wondering if this was his aim or if this is just something that happens whenever they're within five feet of one another or what., but: ] I feel very protected.

[Probably the answer to that unspoken question is: a bit of both. But who's counting, really, right?]

You should. There's very few people out there who would make this sacrifice for you, laying down their own body on your body. Er, sorry. For your body. Easy mistake.

[He's got himself not-quite-crushing her, supported by his arms--but all at once, he lets that support weaken and fall, so he can collapse on her with a heavy sigh, lay his head somewhere around her shoulder and the crook of her neck.]

S' hard work.

Oh, I'm sure, [ she says, playing along but not quite well enough to sound anything short of amused. that doesn't mean she objects, though - he's got her arms decently pinned, but not quite enough that she can't wind them up to link her hands across his lower back. hope he wasn't planning on getting up anytime soon, whoops. ]

[No, he wasn't, really. This is a prime space for laying down, this is, especially with her arms and hands where they are. It's difficult sometimes for Sirius to remember that he was once a cagey little first year, uncomfortable with physical contact. That's ages ago by now. It hadn't taken him long to get over that, especially with girls.

He turns his face to say something to her--which means he noses against her neck for a second, her hair all in his way--and there's the awful scar from her bite, just jarring enough that he pulls back a little, even though he knew it was there. Thanks for ruining the moment, scar.]

[ though her eyes are on the ceiling, she hears him inhale to speak but no words come out, and in her peripheral she sees him eyeing her neck. her lips press together for a second, but while her first instinct is to lift a hand up to rub at it (that is to say, cover it up), he's still got both of her arms under most of his weight. so her shoulder lifts a little and her chin tucks to the side, not enough to shake him off or move him but maybe enough to pull attention off of it. ]

Wow, and here I thought wolf scars were a pain. [ it's dry but not actually upset. ]

[Somewhat guiltily, he jerks his gaze away from the marks, up to her face again--and for a moment, something of his usual self-confidence flickers, leaves him more open than he usually lets himself be. There's something of anger written across his face, but other emotions as well, and all of it complicated. He was there when she was bitten, he saw the aftermath of it, he helped patch her up, a little--but that doesn't mean that he's over it.

A beat; he shifts so he can rub a hand over his face, which makes him roll away from her just a little. (Not too far, mind you. Just a little.)]

Sorry.

Hey. [ she adjusts her arms around his waist to account for his roll, though not by much. he doesn't get to sit here and feel bad about her stupid mistakes. she turns to set her forehead against his, so she knows he's listening. ] It's fine, okay? [ she means it. ]

[He smiles at her, just a little--but he also doesn't roll away any more than he already has, or try and duck out from under her arm, or anything.]

You really aren't going to let me do anything about it?

['Let'. He's a little better about respecting people's wishes, even if it drives him crazy to do it.]

Let you throw yourself at a hungry vampire? No, I'm pretty sure I'm not. [ sorry, sirius. she's still pretty firm on that. ] Which you can totally be pissed at me for if you want, as long as it keeps your stupid self alive. [ 'stupid' here comes out 100% affectionate, a stand-in for 'stupid, reckless, overprotective self that i actually kind of super care about' except there is literally no reality in which she'd actually say anything close to that. ]

[Considering Sirius would use 'stupid' in much the same fashion, if the roles were somehow reversed--he gets it. He's not happy about it, but he gets it, and he's a little sulky in the way that he kicks at the blankets they're laying on top of, like he's intending to pull the covers over them or something, but first he's going to express displeasure via blankets.]

You do know I've got magic, right? I'm sure I've told you. And that we have vampires where I'm from, and-- [He sighs, slumping abruptly.] Fine. But if it happens again, I'm not listening to a word you say on it.

Except it's not happening again, 'cos I'm your bodyguard. But the statement stands.

If it happens again, I'll be ready. [ ready with a knife, ready with a stake, ready with something. but while she doesn't outright say it, if by some stretch it does happen again, sirius and josh and aidan god knows who else are free and welcome to hunt mitchell down. ]

That's my girl.

[He says it with idle affection, a possessiveness that isn't-- exactly right--more as a joke than anything, and he gives her half a grin.]

Though you aren't a true vampire-hunter until you begin naming your stakes--but that's also a slippery slope toward madness, and I like you exactly as mad as you are right now.

Yeah, like, as long as I stay on this side of the line - y'know, the one where the crazy stops being adorable? - I'm pretty sure I'm good. [ his lightening the mood is definitely succeeding. ]

Oh, well, you've got a long way to go, I think.

[He worms a hand up between them, so he can press his fingertip to her cheek, like he's indenting a dimple for her.]

As you're really adorable.

Y'know, I've actually heard that. [ then she gives a teasing little fake-bite at his finger with no intention of actually connecting. ]

Ooh--

[He yanks his finger away, with a laugh, and tries to tap her on the nose instead.]

Guess that means it's true. So-rry.

[ more fake-chomping, but it's less convincing now that she's grinning again. eventually she just reaches up to snatch his finger in her hand. ]

Guess I'll totally have to join a support group - like, for the criminally awesome and adorable? That's a thing, right? [ a beat, then more seriously: ] Do support groups even exist, in space?

You're asking the wrong bloke, y'know. I don't even know what a support group is.

[He shakes out his finger, deliberately, like oh, she's caused him such pain.]

I s'ppose there might be. Space has got everything. Well, nearly.

It's like - where you sit in a circle and whine and everyone else gets it because you're all screwed up in pretty much the same way. It's supposed to be therapeutic or something?

[ but whatever, not important. space really does have everything. she thinks about that for a second, then: ] D'you think the people who go back home still remember this place? [ do you think that if she ever goes back, she'll remember this place? ]

That... sounds dreadful, in so many ways.

[Muggles, man. They are weird. But her second question is a bit more interesting than any strange and foreign mental health practices, so--]

Well-- no. They don't. People sometimes go home and come back, and once they're back, they remember that they were here. Sometimes. Sometimes they forget entirely, as if they weren't ever here in the first place. I dunno how it all works, it's the most arbitrary bunch of memory charms.

[ she thinks on this for a long second, then: ] Is it bad that I kind of don't want to go back? [ knowing she won't even remember... ] I mean, I know the cool thing to do is to pretty much hate everything about this ship, but. I don't know, it's not always that bad.

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i need more flirting icons, recycles these some more

they are all cute that's what matters

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