MCA #1- Wednesday morning

[thatwaslucky]

Every time Rey had had to deal with sex pollen, it had just been a bad time, especially once new Force empathy powers kicked in. Of course, that was before she had a boyfriend to hyperfocus on.

She and Silver had the only two apartments on this floor of the building, and having the floor to themselves meant they had freedom to be fairly ridiculous about it. Trying to make food was not productive so they were living on takeout and leftovers, and leaving doors too open had definitely ended in a delivery guy seeing some things. (The doors at least had to be unlocked, Rey had no idea where her keys were anymore and this was not the week to call someone about that.) There were items of clothing that had not been seen in days. A couple things were more broken now than they'd been on Sunday. Did Danny have security deposits for them because he absolutely had a right to keep them now.

In short, Rey took back everything bad she'd ever said about sex pollen.

While Silver had radio this morning, she at least got a little bit of time to clear her head a little. She threw on a shirt for the moment (she had no idea whose it was, it might have been left after that party) and finally remembered to send a necessary text, and then began picking up the things that had been knocked clear off the counter while she waited for him to get back.


[For the other person the neighbors probably hate now. ETA: what's the earliest anyone's ever had to put a "headed NWS" tag on?

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[long_memory]

Usually after radio, Silver tended to linger for a bit to take advantage of the free booze, but not today. He came in, one hand clutched around the makeshift bedsheet skirt he had made.

"I didn't realize how messy we made things," Silver said, toeing around a chair that had gotten knocked over somehow.

[thatwaslucky]

"We could probably stand to be more careful," she said, fully knowing that wasn't happening.

[long_memory]

"Probably," he agreed, knowing that wouldn't happen. "We can clean when this is all over."

[thatwaslucky]

"Why, are you saying we're going to make more of a mess?" Rey teased, picking up the last thing and not caring where she put it.

[long_memory]

"Yes." Why play coy at this point? "I mean, we've got a few more days of this, right? Seems like a waste of time to clean it if we're just going to mess it up again."

[thatwaslucky]

"True. There are definitely better ways to spend our time instead of cleaning up."

Which was why she only got to a tiny bit of it now.

[long_memory]

"I agree with that sentiment entirely." Which would be why he was ditching the sheet a moment later, because it wasn't needed and really wasn't the most practical of clothing. At some point he would need to find where his pants had gone.

[thatwaslucky]

Was it too much to check him out at this point?

"I can't believe you did radio in a sheet," she said, coming closer since her super minimal work was done.

[long_memory]

It absolutely was not too much! He was checking her out too. The shirt was pretty hot, okay?

"I couldn't find my pants," he said. "I blame you."

[thatwaslucky]

"They're... somewhere around here, probably," she said, smiling. "I take full credit."

Not blame, no.

[long_memory]

"You sound very broken up about it," he said, leaning in for a kiss.

[thatwaslucky]

"Pants are completely unnecessary right now," she told him, kissing him back. "Unnecessary all week."

[long_memory]

"Shirts too," he said, sliding his hands under the unnecessary shirt she was wearing.

[thatwaslucky]

"Yeah, that was temporary," she smiled, lifting her arms to help him with that.

[long_memory]

That was much better. Silver tossed the shirt aside, where it probably go to the same void his pants currently were.

"We're not expecting any delivery guys, are we?" he asked between kisses. They probably scarred the last one that showed up.

[thatwaslucky]

"Just us," she said, wrapping her arms around him again to pull her closer.

Which was probably good because had he even closed the door.

[long_memory]

He had not!

"Couch," he murmured, sliding his hands up her back. There were too many obstacles in the way of here and the bedroom. Which was their own fault, really.

[thatwaslucky]

"Think we'll make it there?" Rey teased, lightly tugging him with her to make their way over there.

[long_memory]

"Well if we fall over I'm sure we can make do with the floor," he joked.

[thatwaslucky]

"And hope we don't land on anything," she said, having to stop the kissing to look to see where the couch even was.

[long_memory]

"True. No injuries this week." Except maybe for one or both of them walking with a limp (or more of one, in Silver's case) by the end of the week.

He managed to get a clear path to the couch, sitting down before reaching out to encourage Rey onto his lap.

[thatwaslucky]

She climbed into his lap, snaking her arms around his neck before leaning in for another kiss. "This is my favorite week."

[long_memory]

"I can't disagree," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. "It's easy to forgive some of the island's eccentricities when things like this happen."

[thatwaslucky]

"This is absolutely worth phone calls and being a princess for a weekend," she agreed, nuzzling his neck.

[long_memory]

"And it usually lasts all week, does it?" he said, leaning in to kiss her chest. "Think we'll get tired of it in a few days?"