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He snorted quietly, resting his hands over hers. “We apparently use the winter for hardcore training that we don’t have time for during the rest of the year. Something tells me I’ll start coming home later, if only because I’m dragging myself home.” He wove their fingers together. “I think I’m clean enough—I just wanted the feeling of dried sweat off before I went to bed.” He cleared his throat, winking at her. “Should I put on my leggings?”

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He sighed and dropped his head forward to give her better access. “Shaydon kept us late for debrief. We had to go through it three times, all seven of us. He seems like he’s looking for something—confirmation, maybe? Either way, it took way too long. I grabbed a bite to eat on my way out, but I’m so tired.” He glanced at her over his shoulder. “I honestly think that once I lay down, I’ll be out.”

She rested her chin on his shoulder for a moment before brushing a kiss right under his ear. The cloth traced down, following the curve of his spine. Despite being mildly distracted, Tess was nothing if not thorough; she wiped across his lower back and around his waist. Resting her hand on his hip, she reached around him with the other arm and drew him close. “Well, as much as I respect Shaydon and the role that the Queensguard plays,” she sighed, “I’m relieved that you came back in one piece. It’s the best thing to get me to sleep soundly.”

"…Well, one thing."

He snorted quietly, resting his hands over hers. “We apparently use the winter for hardcore training that we don’t have time for during the rest of the year. Something tells me I’ll start coming home later, if only because I’m dragging myself home.” He wove their fingers together. “I think I’m clean enough—I just wanted the feeling of dried sweat off before I went to bed.” He cleared his throat, winking at her. “Should I put on my leggings?”

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Nod jumped, jumping back a little. He relaxed when he saw it was Tess—who else would it be—and he brandished a cloth at her. “Come get my back?” He tried to say it as smoothly as possible, hoping she wouldn’t notice his hair was standing on end. “Or do you like what you see?”

"Maybe," she replied, drawing the word out as she stood and walked around the chest. She plucked the cloth from his hand without breaking eye contact and gave him the daintiest gesture to turn.

She started at the back of his neck, getting right up under his hairline and taking her time along his shoulders. She was always cautious around the mess of scars there and didn’t want to irritate anything. “Long day? You’re a little later than usual.”

He sighed and dropped his head forward to give her better access. “Shaydon kept us late for debrief. We had to go through it three times, all seven of us. He seems like he’s looking for something—confirmation, maybe? Either way, it took way too long. I grabbed a bite to eat on my way out, but I’m so tired.” He glanced at her over his shoulder. “I honestly think that once I lay down, I’ll be out.”

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  • Name: Rebecca
  • Nickname: Becky
  • Birthday: Dec 25
  • Gender: Female
  • Sexuality: Queer
  • Height: 5’3”
  • Time Zone: EST / UTC-5 
  • What time and date is it there: September 1st, 5:07PM
  • Average hours of sleep I get each night: 7-ish
  • OTPs: Tess/Nod (in canon: MK/Nod, Tara/Ronin)
  • The last thing I googled was: list of TF: Prime episodes
  • First word that comes to mind: Watermelon tourmaline
  • What I last said to a family member:  “I don’t want to go anywhere.”
  • One place that makes me happy and why: Home, because I can hide there.
  • How many blankets I sleep under: 2 light flannels in summer, 3 and a comforter in winter
  • Favorite beverage: Tea and lemonade
  • The last movie I watched in the cinema was: Guardians of the Galaxy
  • Three things I can’t live without: Internet, laptop, and tablet
  • Something I plan on learning: Sociology
  • A piece of advice for all my followers: Don’t be afraid of self-care rituals or taking time out for you and your needs.
  • You have to listen to this song: Good Time Inc, covered by Celia Pavey
  • My blog(s): This one, a pagan notes blog, a writing blog, and my personal

I tag room-for-hope, sympodium, soserisims, ivestartedtalkingtopictures and anyone who wants to do it.

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The shirt was dropped on the floor, shortly followed by his boots. He tucked the boots to the side of the armor rack and put the shirt in the hamper. He hunted for the spare pair of leggings he kept here, and once he found them, he shucked off the pants.

He wrinkled his nose as he looked them over. He’d need to do some laundry once he woke up—his supply of clean shirts was rapidly shortening, and he had gone on duty with unwashed pants once.

He would never do it again.

The leggings tucked over an arm, he wandered over to the basin and filled it with water. Once he’d dampened the rag, he started to wipe himself down. Once his body had cooled down, he could sleep.

Tess pressed her cheek to the screen, hands clenching into her loose pants as his came off. She nearly groaned aloud, only able to catch a glimpse of his backside thanks to the odd angle of the gap between the folding screens. She shifted and tilted her head, trying to get the best viewing angle. Disappointed in getting only the vaguest flash of his hip, she crept around the far side of the screen, smothering her smile in her hands.

Much better, she decided, leaning over a small chest of linens beside the partition. She watched him wash for a few minutes, torn between letting him go on and getting involved, herself. Locked in that internal debate, she didn’t notice one of her own wrist guards sitting atop the chest near her elbow. As she leaned in, she nudged it just enough to send it clattering to the floor.

Nod jumped, jumping back a little. He relaxed when he saw it was Tess—who else would it be—and he brandished a cloth at her. “Come get my back?” He tried to say it as smoothly as possible, hoping she wouldn’t notice his hair was standing on end. “Or do you like what you see?”

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