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the expanse: alex kamal

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» WHO? Alex Kamal and You~
» WHEN? After Mike's Meeting up until the August mod plot
» WHERE? All over
» WHAT? Alex just got canon updated and came back to find a lot of shit
» WARNINGS? existential crisis

one. finding his vac suit. open.

It was just routine, by now, for him to go down to the airlock and check over the vac suits - make sure none of them were leaking and that they were all ready to go in case of an emergency. So he was mostly running on autopilot, as he headed down there, but as he walked past the airlock door he caught sight of something through the view port. He stopped dead, before quickly hitting the access panel, the door sliding open.

Inside waited a suit - specifically, a Martian vac suit. He felt like he was seeing things, as he walked up to it. It wasn't just any vac suit, though. It had all the scuffs and scratches and marks as his suit, from the Roci. He touched it carefully, then turned to look at whoever had stopped to see his surprise, and said, "I ain't sure I should be askin' any questions, but damn. This is mine. Have they had this the whole time?

two. finding the rest of his gear. semi-closed to roci crew / close cr.

He didn't want to leave the vac suit in the airlock - wanted to get Amos to take a fine toothed comb over the thing - so he carried it back to the shared quarters. He set it up in a corner, fussing a little bit, when he spotted something in the bathroom.

"What the --"

He found the little tray of cucumber sandwiches, and pulled them back out into the main room. "What the hell am I even lookin' at?"

A little while later, with a surprised sound, he found his clothes folded up, and changed into his Tachi jumpsuit and shirt, immediately feeling more comfortable once both of them were on. There was another shirt, too, which seemed more like Bobbie's size than his, and an extra communicator in his pocket. Whenever either of them wandered into the room, he'd hold out the item and say, "Think this one is better off with you."

Later, he'd find the bottle of gin in his toilet, and almost laugh as he pulled it out. He knew exactly where that was going. He pulled out his communicator and pinged Miller with the message: Got somethin' for you, gumshoe.

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[ OOC: Ask me for a prompt, or feel free to see Alex wandering around in his new digs, or in his suit about to take a test trip out the airlock. He disappeared for 48 hours before this, so feel free to ask where the hell he's been. ]

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"A little privacy probably ain't a bad idea," he admitted. "So I don't have to start yellin' through a locked door later about why it's locked."

Not that he'd be embarrassed, just might kill the mood a little bit.

Bobbie clicks her tongue. She can picture that exact scene in her head perfectly, and while it certainly wouldn't stop her, it would be incredibly annoying. She wiggles away, taking his hand and heading for the door.

"My room it is. Anyone who interrupts us is getting spaced."

He couldn't help the short surprised huff of a laugh, the grin pulling at his lips as he let her lead him out and down the hall. He did a quick scan - less because he was actually that worried about it, and more just habit.

"I hope it ain't anyone I like," he replied, grinning. "Cause I wouldn't be about to stop you."

Luckily, her room is just down the hall, so there isn't enough time for anyone to run into them. She hits the panel to open the door, tugs him inside, and then locks it.

"You can find new friends," she shoots back, tone teasing, and then pulls him close again.

"Amos keeps sayin' I make too many of 'em anyway," He quipped back, sliding his hands back on her hips. But he didn't wait, this time - there was no question of what she wanted, at the moment, and even less question of what he did. So he pressed forward, stealing a hungry kiss, the armour of his vac suit making it a little awkward, but he really couldn't care at that particular minute.

He was going to wear this suit a lot more often than he would have otherwise, though...

That's more like it. At least she's not going to have to convince him she wants this like she thought she might. Bobbie leans into him, ignoring the awkwardness of the suit, and kisses him back just as hungrily. She presses her hips into his, although that might not have quite the effect she's looking for, considering the layer between them.

She'd already made it pretty obvious what her intentions were, and Alex was far too weak a man to question them further. He didn't exactly see Bobbie as someone who pretended she wanted things when she didn't, either.

It helped that he knew she could beat the shit out of anyone.

She pressed her body against his, but it did, indeed, have less of an effect that perhaps one could have wished - since there was a plate of armour right where he would have been able to feel anything. That being said, though, he at least understood the intent behind the motion. Which was why he let one of his hands slip up from her hip to her throat, instead - fingers grasping at the tab of her zipper and tugging it down.

See, he wasn't coy, he just hadn't gotten the memo yet...

Bobbie breaks the kiss, just for a second, because she can't keep herself from grinning. She pulls away just enough to help him, wiggling out of the top of her jumpsuit and then finding the clasps of his armor again. It's second nature to release them, and then she gives the front of his breastplate a gentle little tug.

"Help me get you out of this."

He pushes the fabric down over her shoulder, her sports bra almost like a second skin, but a less telling one - his eyes don't even linger there. Instead they pull back up to her face, to the grin on her lips making a warmth spread through him that there was no denying.

"Yeah," He said, a little distracted by her expression to fully process the words, so even while he said it he didn't actually do anything to help. A few seconds later his brain caught up and his hands went to the armour plating of his suit and started to help her strip it off.

She just waits, eyebrows raised, and then laughs when he finally remembers to help her. God, he's adorable. She lets the breastplate drop to the floor, then runs her hands over his chest, ignoring the undersuit for the moment.

"You seem a little distracted, sailor."

He grins at her, a pleasant warmth rising under his skin.

"Like you don't know exactly what's distractin' me, Gunny," He accused with absolutely no venom. "Keep lookin' at me like that and I ain't gonna be able to focus on anythin'."

She shrugs, taking his hand and settling it back on her bare waist, pretending to consider that warning as she does. "That's what I'm going for, yeah? Something tells me you don't mind."

He hand spreads over her bare skin, thumb trailing along the cord of muscle that dilineated the edge of her rib cage, and he stepped in closer, shaking the armoured bracers off his other arm, eyes completely on her face.

"I'm about as far from mindin' as is humanly possible," he admitted, his voice a low, quiet rumble at the back of his throat, before he pressed in close and stole a deep, determined kiss.

That tone in his voice makes arousal curl low in her gut, but before she can answer, his lips meet hers again and all she can really manage is a soft, pleased noise. Her fingers find the tab at his collar, and she manages to undo it with only the minimal amount of clumsiness. He's not the only one getting distracted, apparently.

His hands move down onto her hips, fingers sliding under the fabric of her jumpsuit to ease it further down, sliding it down her thighs. He lets them drop, the fall oddly slow for anyone not used to .3 gee gravity, but perfectly normal for him.

He breaks the kiss mostly to breath and partly so that he can get the plating off his other arm, and start trying to wiggle out of the suit itself.

Bobbie frowns instinctively when he pulls away, at least until she picks up on what he's doing, and then she reaches to help, unzipping the suit and tugging it down. "Out of practice with these, huh?" she teases, a bit breathless.

"Look, usually it's Amos strappin' me in and the mood's a bit different," he replied, though he was too pleased to really make it sound chastising.

When he managed to get halfway out of the suit, dangling at his waist like a discarded carapace, he reached out to cup either side of her face in his hands and pull her into another deep, longing kiss.

Bobbie kisses him back just as hungrily, hands skimming along his sides as she presses close. There's still half a suit of armor between them, but even just this level of skin to skin contact is intoxicating. She trails her fingertips along his spine, pulling back just for a second.

"Hope you aren't trying to hint at something."

In his defence, it was so far from what he was thinking that it took him a full ten seconds to register what she meant by him hinting at something, and then he snorted a low laugh.

"No, I ain't."

Her fingertips make his skin prickle, a shiver running up his spine and he wets his lips, leaning in as she pulled back but only so he could press his forehead to hers.

"I definitely ain't."

He unbuckled a few random straps at his waist and the rest of the armour sort of crumpled into a heap at his feet, before he stepped out of it, and by doing so, stepped in against her.

She grins, though she's utterly unable to formulate a response when he steps closer. Bobbie presses her hips into his instinctively, knowing she should probably wiggle out of her own clothes, but finding that she can't bring herself to pull away. She sneaks another kiss, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of his underwear.

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't picturing anyone else."

She meant Amos. Jokingly, and it was an amusing joke, but he couldn't help the way his mind flickered back to Talissa. To the divorce documents he had only just signed.

To the fact that he hadn't thought about her at all, during this, and that he didn't even feel guilty for not having done so. Maybe he'd feel guilty later, but at the moment?

At the moment he couldn't think about hardly anything besides how grateful he was. And how amazing Bobbie was. Everything else just... Didn't really matter.

So his smile softened even as he reached out to help with the rest of her clothes, and murmured lowly: "Don't even think I'm physically capable of that, at the moment."

That shift in his smile, subtle as it is, makes her heart skip a beat. She knows how much of a romantic he is, but this is all still new enough that it still catches her off guard.

Bobbie finally pulls back enough to let her jumpsuit fall to the floor, then tugs her bra off and tosses it aside. She lets her lips brush against his softly as she answers. "Yeah, I know how you feel."

Oh.

Despite the fact that it had already felt pretty real, there was a shift as she let her bra fall, and there were a few seconds where Alex was treated to a full view before she pressed back agains him for a kiss. He felt his blood quickening, felt the already tight shorts around his waist get tighter. He let his hands rest on her hips, though they moved up a little, tracing along the bottom curve of her ribcage and over the taut muscles of her stomach.

He smiled against her lips, his bear scratching at her chin as he did so.

"Out of observation or experience?" He asked, a low teasing rumble as he hooked his thumbs into her underwear and slowly pulled down.

She shivers, hips rocking forward again even as she tries to pull his shorts down over his hips. It's not the most graceful attempt, but she manages it. "Experience," she replies breathlessly. If he doesn't think she's just as smitten as he is, she doubts he's paying attention.

It wasn't that he hadn't been paying attention, exactly. More that he had been extra cautious not to assume her feelings. Especially with six months of memories overlaid on his ones here, mostly not conflicting but certainly confusing. Bobbie had said she needed time to think about it, and so she'd gotten it, unequivocally. Even after she'd kissed him again, he'd been careful not to assume more than a field test.

To be happy with it.

But even his cautious heart wasn't quite able to mistake the tone behind that word, or twist it's meaning. He was suddenly flush with an intense, deep emotion, one that he couldn't voice despite the fact that for the first time he thought that Bobbie might share it, too. But he couldn't shatter the illusion for himself. Not yet. Not for a few minutes, anyway.

He was okay with letting himself believe she loved him, for a few minutes more.

Grace isn't required, as her body moving against his pulls a groan from his lips into her mouth, and his hands slide under fabric to grip her backside and pull her in more closely against him, making it even more difficult to get at his clothes, but she still managed anyway. His arousal is quite obvious, even though it was wedged between them as he held her against him, finally sliding the last remains of fabric down her hips.