geonomy | Drift Fleet Inbox, pt. 2

Aw, but then I wouldn't have a nice excuse to strip you out of your clothes.

[From the grin on his face, he's clearly teasing about that. He keeps tugging until finally they get past the knee so it gets easier to pull them all the way off]

Maybe they have a comments box somewhere we can drop the suggestion.

[That comment, at least, gets him to grin in return and let out a huff of laughter]

You know full well you don't need an excuse to do that.

[He tilts his head towards the door after that] That just makes me wonder how many people asked for that already. There's already an air-locked hotel...

[He chuckles] I know.

[After a few more tugs, the pants are off one leg. Allen casually lowers that leg and lifts the other so he can slide that last leg out. Once free, he tosses the pants aside and moves to grab another towel so to help pat Clay's legs dry.

What? He has nice legs]

Probably loads, it seems like they have trade partners from other planets. I can't imagine any human wanting to sleep in the water.

[Clay chuckles at that, more than aware that Allen's doing a little more than just patting his legs dry. Allen's always had a thing for his legs, no question about that. In response, he adjusts them to give him more space.]

No kidding. I still can't get over how we can actually breathe underwater. [He shudders a little bit] It's weird.

[The extra space is appreciated. Because yes, he is taking some enjoyment out of this, making sure every part of Clay is patted down dry. For the hell of it, he even takes extra time with the back of knees.]

Yeah. It is weird, I'll give you that. Do you think it's some sort of magic?

[Oh, Allen sure hit a weak spot there. He curls his toes a little and lightly bites his lip around a smile. Yeah, Allen knows all the spots that make him react like this, and he loves it.]

Uh... yeah, probably. I mean... If I knew the compound of the water around here, maybe I could get an answer? There's oxygen in water, but it's bound to the hydrogen in such a way that our lungs can't handle it, so we can't absorb any of it. If it was different... or magic, maybe?

[He just. Likes explanations.]

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[Oh yeah, Allen knows all about those spots and Clay's reactions. Just seeing that subtle reaction makes Allen grin some. He finishes up patting dry his legs before he stands up, pecking Clay's cheek as he grabs that bathrobe to drape over Clay's shoulders] Mind helping me now?

[Since you know, he's still in his pants. But now to talk about the science stuff]

If you want, you could probably use my lab to examine some samples of the water. Maybe that can help you narrow it down whether it's magic or not.

[Clay grins in return, fitting that bathrobe on and lazily closing it around himself. Not like he cares when it's just him and Allen, but it is nice, cozy and warm, which is exactly what he needs after coming in from the water like that.

With Allen's question, Clay gives a "no problem" as he kneels in front of him, easily undoing his pants, then starts to slowly pull them down]

Mm... yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I don't know about water as much as I do space, but I can probably get at least some kind of answer by studying it. [...] Or more questions, but eh, that's science.

[Allen meanwhile makes sure to lean against that wall like Clay did, using his hands to hold his weight so he can hold up his leg to make it easier for Clay. Ugh. Wet clothing really does suck.

He gives a small amused laugh] Yeah, and I think you'd be disappointed if you got all your questions answered anyway.

I dunno. Answers are what I'm looking for, right?

[Still, he pauses a little as he takes some time to think about it. He then lets out a laugh as he continues to work, easing his pants and underwear down to his thighs]

Actually, yeah, you're right. Not having any other questions just takes the fun out of all the study I do.

[He nods and smiles fondly at Clay, not at all feeling exposed by Clay pulling down his pants and underwear. It's just the two of them here.]

See? Exactly. You're always happiest when you're in the midst of studying something.

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[He shakes his head a little, though the action seems more fond than anything]

I never really noticed... I guess it's like working on a puzzle? The end result is great, but it's the process of solving it that feels really good.

I've noticed it. [It's easy to pick up on small details when you've been crazy in love for the past year] And...yeah, I think it's like that. Reaching the destination is great, but it's really the journey itself that makes it worth it.

Yeah, exactly like that.

[It's kind of touching that Allen can notice things about Clay that he himself doesn't see. As he gets the pants over Allen's knees, thus making things a little easier, Clay goes ahead and presses a kiss to his thigh]

I love you.

And I love you.

[He reaches his hand down to run his fingers through his hair affectionately in return. Except oh yeah- it's still wet.]

Ah- well, good news! I don't feel any seaweed in your hair!

Ew, good. Seaweed in hair sounds gross.

[Pants are almost off!! Clay goes ahead and grabs the towel to pull it closer, getting ready to dry Allen's legs off]

It sure is. Be thankful you have black hair. I'm dreading what sort of colours my hair is going to end up.

[Time to shampoo his hair every other day. And while Clay goes to grab that towel, Allen's doing what he can to kick those pants off further]

[Clay chuckles at that, finally able to pull off Allen's pants, then looks up at him with a grin as he starts to towel off his legs]

Don't worry. I'll love you even if your hair turns green.

[He'd be heartbroken if it was permanent, but still love him!!]

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[He nudges him a little with his leg, snorting in amusement. There was a time Allen might've fretted about something like that, but after over a year of Clay showing him nothing but love and affection...yeah, he feels pretty secure to tease back.]

Yeah. Sure. And instead of Starlight I could be your Greenlight.

Pfft, no. You'd just remind me of a traffic light every time.

[He's almost done here, though he's a little slower while touching Allen's inner thighs.]

Maybe I'd call you... Nebula.

[Boy does that feel good to, and he's sure Clay knows that. He makes a pleased little hum as he spreads his legs a little]

You mean like the space storm that nearly killed us last year?

Oh yes. That'd be romantic.

[That reaction makes him grin, though now that his legs are pretty much dry, Clay pulls back and straightens up. As he does so, he grabs the bathrobe for Allen and wraps it around his shoulders, then stands on his toes a little to give him a kiss on his forehead.]

Technically, everything in space can kill us. They're still really beautiful - almost as much as you are.

[He lets that bathrobe hang off his shoulders, smiling broadly when Clay kisses him on the forehead. He's still getting used to the height difference, but it's not nearly as weird as it used to be.]

Haha, wow. You sure got the charm on today!

[After that statement, he leans down a little to plant a kiss on Clay's lips. Because oh yeah. That sort of charm works]

[Clay chuckles at that, though any response he might give gets swallowed by the kiss Allen gives. He returns it, and since Allen's robe is hanging loosely, it's easy to get his arms under it and wrap his arms around his bare waist in an embrace. When the kiss breaks, Clay still remains close, eyebrows raising in a gentle tease, though his gaze remains fond.]

Is it charm? Or just me being honest?

[He gives a small chuckle, blushing a little as he glances away from Clay's affectionate gaze. He definitely seems happy though. One of his arms wrap around Clay's back in return, so he can keep close.]

It's only honest if you admit you're just as beautiful, maybe more.

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