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[notabricklayer]

McCoy has fallen into a rhythm in the bar - waking up late (for him), coming down eventually to see if anything particularly interesting is going on, pick up something for lunch, trade in a stack of videos for a brand new stack of videos, and go back upstairs.

This morning, he is downstairs much earlier.

He is in uniform for the first time in a week.

And he doesn't detour at the Bar, striding straight to the door, no pauses, no stops, just a quick trip to the front door, which hisses open obligingly, dragging him back aboard his shipboard life.

If he were to stop, he'd never make it through that door.

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[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

He hums happily, smiling against her lips - he'd now be worried if her heartrate wasn't quick after that. The boy learns quick, it has to be said.

"You worry too much. There's only one other girl in my life, and she's knee-high to a grasshopper." He teases, tweaking her hair gently.

His little girl isn't actually that little anymore. But that's how he remembers her.

[olyabird.livejournal.com]

She hums her easy acceptance of this idea. She knows about his daughter, and she knows how much it hurts his heart to talk about her, so she avoids the subject.

"I don't worry," she whispers, nibbling his lower lip. "I was just curious."

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm-hmmm." It's the ambiguous noise that doctors trademarked as a profession millenia ago. "Feel free to check any time, darlin'. As if anyone else could hold a candle."

[olyabird.livejournal.com]

Her teeth fix in that lower lip, gently, but firm enough to make a point.

"Mine," she purrs, and then kisses him again, just to seal the deal, her hands pulling him close.

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

He shifts, just a bit, just to curl a little more around her. Sure he said (and meant, means still) that if she's uncomfortable in this form, she should go back to being an owl... but he could rapidly get used to her being here, warm in his bed, making the stark impersonal place feel a bit more like home.

He's fairly sure the feathers wouldn't be quite so cuddly.

This may be the first time a Grand Enchantress has been thought of as cuddly.

Of course it took a Georgia boy to think it.