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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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Once he has the vac suit fully on, her eyebrows go up. It is utterly unfair how good he looks in it, and the sort of thoughts it puts in her head. Shockingly, she abandons her little plate of sandwiches in favor of taking a few steps forward and looping her arms around his middle.

"You should wear it more often."

"It ain't exactly lounge wear," he pointed out, amused. But something in her expression made a little heat rise to his cheeks. Had she just abandoned the tiny sandwiches...?

"But if you want me to make a point of it..."

Bobbie grins at him as she rests her forehead against his, tracing the seams of the plates on his back. "Just for me, then. You look good in it."

He can't help the slightly stupid grin, even as her face is too close to focus on. He thinks about kissing her, but he doesn't.

"Well, hell, can't exactly deny that request, can I? Still ain't nothin' like your armour."

"That's not fair. Nothing compares to my armor."

If he won't do it, she'll take the initiative, kissing him softly.

"But you'd look great in that, too."

He kept grinning, even through the kiss, as he looped an arm around her waist.

"Why, Miss Draper, I do believe you're flatterin' me," he murmured, trying to stop grinning so he could kiss her properly and having a hard time of it.

She laughs, pressing closer. It's not entirely comfortable when he's got that armor on, but she doesn't really care. "It's not flattery if it's true, sailor."

He feels his throat warm under his collar, and he doesn't mind at all.

"Well who would I be to go doubtin' your word on that," he murmured, pressing another kiss to her lips while he can. "Though I gotta wonder if it's me or the suit."

God, the blushing is adorable. Bobbie grins at him.

"The suit helps, but I bet you'd look even better out of it."

There had been a fine line that he'd been walking, with the flirting and the kissing and the - well there'd been a lot of flirting and kissing, but that had been all there'd been. And for some reason - despite the flirting and the kissing - a part of Alex hadn't fully computed that Bobbie might want more than that.

He did, but he had for a while now, and Bobbie had only recently come around on the idea of being anything more than friends at all. He'd been pretty content with the whole 'everything is the same except now we make out' deal.

So he was caught a little off guard by the sexual turn to the teasing, and the carefully fabricated acceptance that he'd had of whatever their relationship was cracked slightly.

Luckily he was close enough that his falter could be mistaken for a hitch of his breath.

"You know, Gunny, I only just put it on," he pointed out, because humour was easier.

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Bobbie, for her part, had been wondering why they kept stopping at just making out, like he was trying to preserve her purity or something. Now, she's suspecting that he just didn't get it. Of course.

"Do you need help?"

Oh.

Oh okay, that's where this was going. It clicked in his brain and his body almost instantly responded to it, his heart thumping hard as his pulse picked up.

"I ain't about to complain if I get some," he admitted, his voice a little huskier than it had been a second ago. He let his hands settle on her hips, pulling her a little closer, a weird nervous edge in the way his heart fluttered in his chest.

She can't hide her amusement when he finally catches on, and she tilts her head as her fingers find the clasps on the sides of the armor.

"You want me to lock the door or should we head to my room?"

"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."