[ dutch doesn't mind. dutch doesn't mind at all, letting her hips sway a little more and her lips curl into a satisfied grin that echoes the tangle of anticipation and smug pleasure at being so obviously wanted, at her looks being appreciated. (they're a weapon as much as everything else about her is, but these days, dutch is the one who gets to decide how to wield that weapon and it's made all the difference.)
he catches up, or at least something close to it, and dutch throws a grin over her shoulder. ]
Going to be able to handle the climb? [ she asks at the fireladder leading up to the rooftop of the building, mostly because it'll offer an entirely new view and he's clearly enjoying it and, well, what's the fun in keeping quiet about it when she could poke fun at him?
it's not until they're both up on the rooftop, whatever his reaction to her teasing, that she turns, stepping close and fitting her body against his easily, arms lifting around his neck. ]
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he catches up, or at least something close to it, and dutch throws a grin over her shoulder. ]
Going to be able to handle the climb? [ she asks at the fireladder leading up to the rooftop of the building, mostly because it'll offer an entirely new view and he's clearly enjoying it and, well, what's the fun in keeping quiet about it when she could poke fun at him?
it's not until they're both up on the rooftop, whatever his reaction to her teasing, that she turns, stepping close and fitting her body against his easily, arms lifting around his neck. ]
I'm Dutch.