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lucas

[womanofvalue]

[from here]

[Well, if that's the case, then Peggy is never going to say no to a little bit of control. She adjusts the towel a touch so that she can push it off enough that her body is on display (seeing as Lucas has seen far more than just this). With that out of the way, she beckons him closer with a finger, eager for his company again.]

In that case, come to bed and entertain me by letting me go on top.

eames

[womanofvalue]

[from here

She's glad that she's not being held accountable to remembering the name, though it's not that she doesn't like him (he's certainly a reminder of more dangerous fantasies), it's just that there's so many new people. Reaching out to shake his hand, she tries to focus on the warmth of his palm and not the heat of the shame at forgetting.]

And I'm Peggy, in case the forgetting goes both ways, which I wouldn't blame you for.

[Though, did she ever introduce herself? She suspects not, perhaps she'd been trying at some modesty.]

Are you looking for a partner in any of these games of yours? Now that I'm living a life with extra time?

rogue

[womanofvalue]

[from here]

Rogue, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Peggy.

[She speaks about space with the sort of ease that has Peggy a little jealous, honestly, given that she's still getting used to it. Never mind aliens and strange substances and a mission she's only barely dipping her toes into, even though she knows it won't be long before she's up to speed.]

I think my first question is how it's all possible, though I don't know how small a question that is. It seems a bit overly coordinated, doesn't it, to get all of us here?

shaw

[womanofvalue]

[from here

When he moves towards her and she can't duck in time, she hears her ears go ringing, shaking her head briskly to try and right herself so that she's back in the game, but there's a chiding cluck of her tongue as she eyes Shaw, bent over a touch as she readies herself for the next strike.]

I thought we had a deal, you and I. That seems like enough of a hit to me to earn at least one story of what you've been up to.

[Not to mention it will give her a chance to assess his defenses and see where to go next, though Peggy is always partial to a good hit to the head, seeing as her own ears are already ringing a bit from the knock.]

[theriomorphism]

[It was easy to remove his shorts, and he figured he might as well to save having to move about with trying later. Whether it led to actual sex or not, he preferred to even the playing field. Shorts shucked, he crawled onto the bed, dipping his head to lick a patch of skin above her hip before he settled down beside her.]

As my lady commands.

meliorn

[womanofvalue]

[from here

What type, indeed. Peggy hasn't ever said yes to any of the experiments, so she's not entirely sure what it is they do behind closed doors, but she's fairly sure that she wouldn't be a willing participant.]

I admit, I've been interfering more in people getting enrolled than anything, but they seem to want samples, for the most part.

[For now, at least. She knows all too darkly well what happens when they get those and discover they're useful.]

[badluckwithplanes]

Oh, you want to multitask? My mistake. [His voice is still ragged a touch around his smile, having moved without pausing to get his full breath back. He stays on his own feet, shifting weight around subtly in case she's about to make another strike at any give moment.] Fine, I'll deliver.

[He considers what story he'd like to start with. He gives her enough credit there'll likely be more than one, so he resists the temptation to go for broke and talk about Thor.]

Let's see...meet a nice bloke by the name of Matt Jamison. Few days after we got here. He did magic for me and then we snuck inside the holodeck. Christened it, well before it was ever open, you could say.

[He grins.]

I could go on. How much detail are you looking for?

[verumdicit]

Samples. [ He doesn't bother to hide just how much he dislikes that word--it had been very, very recent when Shadowhunters demanded samples and eventually tracking devices on all Downworlders. Meliorn hadn't been present when Maia flat out punched Jace for administering one forcefully, and it's something he regrets not seeing.

Still--he's with a lovely woman. One should talk about pleasant things in pleasant company. ]

At the very least, the gardens have been lovely.

[womanofvalue]

[Well, that certainly is a turn-on, apparently. Peggy shouldn't be surprised that she appreciates a man deferring to her and calling her respectful names, but here she is, still being surprised.

She inhales sharply, moving her fingers to play with the hair at his temples, glancing up at him from where he's sprawled.]

Much better. Now I can see all that lovely skin of yours.

[Which certainly deserves a kiss, as far as she's concerned, stretching to meet the distance between them in order to do exactly that. Good behaviours deserve positive reinforcement, after all.]

[theriomorphism]

Skin and fur, though not nearly as much as it could be. Count your blessings.

[Grinning, he moved to slide a hand around her waist, pulling her in closer as he kissed her back. Because skin to skin contact was a blessing, and the taste of her against his lips had him humming a pleased little sound.]

[womanofvalue]

[She's breathing a touch harder, mainly from the effort, though Peggy's never going to admit that he's managed to get her to the point where she needs a moment to breathe. Besides, getting him to fess something up will be all the break that she needs.

Her brows raise a little and Peggy shakes her head, wondering how much she's going to be able to tease the people that come out of this story.]

Matt Jamison also did some magic for me, though I didn't thank him so profusely as you did, it appears.

[Not yet, at least, though she's certainly keeping that option open if it's available to her. She doesn't believe that she needs an exact play-by-play though, so she gives him a nod as if she's pleased with the answer and they can move along.]

Ready?

[womanofvalue]

[Good, he disapproves. Not that she'd expected him to suddenly whip out a vial and a syringe, but Peggy does want to avoid anyone who sides too readily with the eager sample-takers, given her history with a government too eager for samples.]

Do you know, I've seen them, but I haven't spent much time near them. Keeping busy doesn't really fit in garden relaxing as a hobby.

[She's willing to change that, though.]

Perhaps we can go there if you like?

[casuistic]

Thank you, [ he says with a sheepish smile that says he might have forgotten as well. He didn't. And she never didn't introduce herself in the first place. But being a good conman means he's looked and memorised. But she's ashamed of forgetting, so easing up her guilt is quite easy by alluding he did as well. ] It's nice to meet you, again, Peggy.

[ He grins at her as she suggests a game and tilts his head towards the net. ] I could go for a game of beach volley if you don't mind.

[womanofvalue]

[Peggy does like the languid kissing, even if she's trying to slowly nudge her way to being on top of Lucas, even though she eases back with a sharp inhalation.]

Fur? All over fur?

[theriomorphism]

[He felt her draw back, even as she tried to work her way on top of him. He was happy to settle more on his back, his arm around her back, fingers teasing over the dip in the base of it.]

I was thinking more of the feeble attempt I have now at the moment -[His hand gestured to the hair growing over his chest, trailing down all the way to his groin.] -but I can see why you'd be... confused. Don't worry, Peggy. I have absolutely no intention of any more fur appearing during this encounter.

[womanofvalue]

[Peggy looks to the net and then down to her swimsuit, thinking that it might be a rather perilous endeavour. It's not even a sport she knows very well, first of all, which means that she's not racing for it.]

Can I convince you to try a bit of footie instead? I'm far more effective when I'm going for someone's ankles instead of swatting at a ball.

[If only they had lacrosse, then she could really show off the skills a girl's school had taught during her formative years.]

[womanofvalue]

[She gives him a narrow-eyed look, but decides that she can accept his word at face value, returning to where she's busy slowly kissing her way up his neck, one hand sliding between them in order to absently drift through the hair available to her.

Or, rather, fur, as he might want to call it.]

What about after? Will I get a treat and get to see?

[theriomorphism]

If you'd like to. I'd change now if I didn't think it would scare you off.

[He was trying to be more open, and that meant being... open. About everything. And he could understand a person, a human needing to see something before they believed it. Otherwise they might just think him a lunatic who napped too much and liked fish.]

[casuistic]

[ Eames shrugs easily with a small grin. ] Please don't injure me.

[ He's definitely not worried but can't resist a little bit of teasing. What kind of an Englishman he would be if he didn't like some football. It would seem like a sacrilege. And he's been known to kick some ball around and follows quite religiously the sport at least during world cup. ]

Here, let me get us a ball. [ he says before he jogs away towards the game equipment. ]

[womanofvalue]

[She's not someone who scares easily, but she is basically nude in a bed with him, so perhaps she wants to wait until she's at least in a robe for him to pull a switch on her.]

Perhaps after. When I'm dry and you're not going to scratch me to death simply because of proximity.

[She leans back in the bed, hooking an arm around his neck to tug him in for a kiss, eager to show that she's putting it behind her. For now, at least.]

[womanofvalue]

[Peggy lets him go, because she appreciate the view. While she might be here strictly in a professional capacity, she can't deny the perks of this little task. Watching him return, she gives him a determined smirk as she sees the ball.]

Now, when I was younger, my brother always had a terrible habit of letting me win until I showed him why that was a bad idea. You're not going to try that, are you?

[It would be terribly disappointing, after all.]

[theriomorphism]

My claws are sheathed, thank you. I'm not a bloody porcupi--mmf.

[She silenced him with a kiss, and he moved to slide a knee between hers, biting gently at her lower lip as she held him in place. He didn't mind her taking the lead, and for now, he was just following along with what she was comfortable with.]

[badluckwithplanes]

[He raises his eyebrows, nearly grinning at her.]

Well if you're ever interested, I'd say give him a whirl. He's fun. Knows how to show a good time.

[Taking in that she's - satisfied, he returns the nod.]

Ready.

[He hangs back a bit, still breathing, acting as if he's waiting for her to move first this time. But it's an act.

He'll wait long enough to see if her guard changes any, if it looks like he's lulling her more into complacency; either way he'll only wait so long before going in with an overhead strike with one fist, a shot aimed towards her ribs with the other, and finally twisting around to build momentum with another kick this time at her knees.]

[womanofvalue]

[Peggy feels like she enjoys the way that he reacts, which means that she has the opportunity to keep surprising him. With the kiss, she's grateful that he pushes for something more, something aggressive.

She pushes the towel to the side so that she's completely without anything, hoping that she'll be able to dry given some time spent doing something delectable.]

Well, don't scratch me without permission and we'll be fine.

[Maybe he didn't catch all that. She wouldn't blame him, given the way she keeps kissing him.]

[theriomorphism]

I wouldn't scratch you with claws, love.

[Human-blunt nails, maybe. If passions got high enough and it was something that might tip her over. If he read her as wanting it. But no, she was human. Drawing blood and injuring someone wasn't how he enjoyed being with a partner. Not a human partner, anyway. Blood was fine in shifter sex, because of the healing, but not when skin didn't knit instantly or injuries could be worse than they looked.

But for now, he'll just lean over her more, sliding a bit more of his body over hers so he was mostly laying over her, knees between hers, scooted down a bit so things didn't line up. Yet.]