"I'll mention it to him if you want," he volunteered, understanding her reluctance to mention it to her father. John didn't feel either dominated or intimidated by the man, and unless one of them approached the man with the idea, they'd never know what he thought about it. "I'm getting antsy to do more than rework wiring and patch concrete walls," he admited his impatience, though he knew they wouldn't get where they wanted to be overnight. He bent over and turned on the faucet, running his fingers under the flow of water to see if it was sufficiently warm for a comfortable shower. "So..." He quirked a faint smile. "Care to join me or am I being an insensitive jerk?"
"Remind me to show you where I've been keeping my notes before you talk to him," she smiled ruefully, glad he understood her reluctance and wasn't going to pressure her into moving forward with it herself. At his question, her smile grew, teasing and challenging all at once. "You know, I'm still waiting on the P-word."
He rolled his eyes, though he guessed she was only teasing him this time, and he had been the one to mention the dreaded P-word. "Would you care to share the shower with me, Miss Warren?" he asked, a little too formally and over the top, but he was admittedly not very good at this sort of thing. Marines, as a rule, didn't really need to learn good manners, and he'd been a Marine for a long time.
"Oh, I'd very much care to," she assured him through a grin that told him she knew she was pushing her luck. "Sadly, I'm still waiting for a certain word that just hasn't been used in the right context yet." She blew him a kiss for good measure, one hand dropping to lock the bathroom door.
He arched a brow as she locked the bathroom door, assuming she had more in mind than just a sharing a bar of soap. "Please," he enunciated very carefully, as if the word was foreign to his tongue. He hadn't had to ask for anything nicely in a very long time. Living with three women seemed to be slowly teaching him manners, though it was doing nothing for his grumpiness.
"There it is," Ailis chuckled, pushing off the door to catch his face between her hands, pulling him down into a slow kiss. Strange, how heated discussions had slowly become something to be shared and resolved over the last few months, rather than left unresolved while they distracted each other from their fits of pique. Running her fingers down his back, she spanked him just because he was within reach, and made to step back again, shrugging her shirt down her arms.
The kiss mellowed him a little, far more effective than scolding or a tranquilizer, his body reacting almost immediately to the kiss with a rise in heat and quickening of pulse. "Did you just whack my *ss?" he asked, chuckling for the first time that day as she stepped away from him, pausing a moment to admire the view as she started to strip the clothes from her body.
"Darn tootin' I did," she agreed, laughing at his reaction as she turned away to drop her shirt and tank into the hamper, toeing out of her boots in the process. "Why, are you going to tell me you have a kinky side now? Want me to find a belt and paddle your rear end until you explode?"
"It'll take more than a spanking to make me explode," John remarked, quite possibly referring to a different kind of exploding that what she had meant. "Define kinky," he prompted further, wondering if her idea of kinky was the same as his. He was still watching her undress, but had yet to finish doing the same.
She snorted, glancing over her shoulder at him as her pants made the downward journey to expose long legs, pausing just a moment or two to get her socks off before dumping all three items in the hamper as well. "Anything not vanilla can be considered kinky, John."
"Like taking a shower together?" he asked, arching a brow. He really didn't know that much about the intricacies of sex, other than what went where and why, and despite what others might think, he hadn't really been with all that many women in his life. Certainly, none of them that had meant as much to him as Ailis. She was, in fact, the only woman he'd ever loved or who he'd ever even considered having a long-term relationship with.
"Could be considered kinky, yes," she agreed with a smile, keeping her back to him as the last of her clothing slipped away. After all, she'd fixed the plumbing, not made the hot water tank bottomless. "But I suppose most people consider everything above elements of BDSM to be more vanilla than kinky." Finally she turned to face him, nipping a fond kiss to the end of his chin, and snapped the waistband of his underpants impishly. "You're overdressed for a shower, dusty."
Was it odd that a man who was a professional soldier could be so naive when it came to sex games? Maybe naive was the wrong word - inexperienced was more like it. "And you're being a bit of a tease, gorgeous," he countered with a smirk as he stepped out of his shorts and into the shower, offering her a hand to join him.
"Only a bit?" She chuckled, taking his hand to join him under the warm spray, easing her arms about his neck fondly. "Maybe I should be trying harder. What do you think, sergeant?" The tip of her nose brushed his, each smirk and chuckle she drew from him more reason to smile. John didn't often let anything crack his, well, grim expression, but she seemed to see more of his smile than others, treasuring each one he gave her.
"I think you're getting the desired results," he replied, his arms going around her waist as he dipped his head to press his lips to hers, though they both knew this wasn't going to end in a simple kiss. Once they got going, there'd be no stopping until they were well and truly satisfied - or until Sam called them for dinner, whichever came first.
Passionate was certainly the word to describe their pairing. Everything they did, be it arguing, working, or enjoying one another, was done with the same level of energy, the same enthusiasm, the same passion. Instead of consuming each other in their own flames, they seemed ot feed each other's fire, each happy to feed and be fed from as they passed from one state to the next. It might have taken them years and a few tragedies to reach this point, but there was no going back now. Ailis and John were well and truly ensconced in each other's psyches, never to be separated.
[size=9]((Finally, we have all our mercs under one roof in time for Christmas! Should be an interesting celebration. Hugimungulosa thank yous to all!))[/size]