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[winscenario]

No, I guess not.

[ He was once a very rude boy too, so he can't talk much. ]

Can I... make a strange request?

[scarcastically]

[ his eyebrows go up, but erik leans back. ]

Sure. Hit me.

[winscenario]

The last time... [ He presses his lips in, hesitant. ]

When we held hands. That felt really nice. Can we do that again?

[ Because it's about more than just Erik letting him, though, Jim adds. ] Do you want to?

[scarcastically]

[ erik considers this before shrugging. ]

Sure.

[ more chroma is good. it felt good too. beyond that, erik wasn't trying to analyze too much. it treads dangerous ground. ]

[winscenario]

[ Jim smiles. He's not really asking for more than that, so that's more than enough for now. He moves his seat closer to Erik's, so he can stretch his hand out and wait for Erik to meet him halfway. ]

[scarcastically]

[ it's always a little slow. not from hesitation, that much is clear, but from being new, unused to this form of expression. erik's never held hands with anyone, unless it's with some ulterior goal in mind.

and this could be one, but his mind finds it hard to slot it in. but he does reach out. ]

[winscenario]

[ Jim can't say it's a very usual thing for him either, though he has held hands with some people before. Still, that makes this all the nicer, he thinks. He feels that instant warmth that spreads through him at the first contact, and he slides his palm until it presses against Erik's, his fingers brushing against the inside of Erik's own, trying to loosely weave them together. ]

[scarcastically]

[ his hands were one of the few places erik didn't scar. mostly because it would have made his line of work difficult, but because the kill scars aren't designed for delicate nerves near the hand.

he thinks about this now because all erik remembers for most of his life is remembered pain and nothing else. ]

[winscenario]

[ The skin on Erik's hands is smooth, and Jim runs his thumb across the back in a slow and gentle touch. He doesn't mind the scars on Erik's torso and arms at all, in fact he finds them fascinating-- not that he's asked what they are or what they mean, but he has a feeling it might be something Erik wouldn't be so keen on talking about.

But the contrast is nice. Something rough that goes hand in hand with something soft. Maybe Erik might be quick to say that he can't be both, but Jim is of a different opinion. ]

[scarcastically]

[ erik nudges him with his foot. ]

You're thinking somethin' sappy.

[winscenario]

[ His smile turns a little sheepish, and he ducks his head only briefly. Then he shrugs. ]

What if I am? Is that such a bad thing?

[ Glancing at Erik, ] Do you want to know what I'm thinking?

[scarcastically]

I'm not a mind-reader.

[ he waggles his eyebrows. ]

I just know a sappy expression when I see one.

[winscenario]

I don't know, I'm not that hard to read.

[ His smile twitches a little at the corner, and he tugs on Erik's hand. ]

I was just thinking you're sweet. With me, anyway. I like it, it makes me feel... good.

[scarcastically]

Yeah?

[ a sly smirk. ]

I ain't against that.

[winscenario]

You better not be. It's all your doing.

[ Well, not all, but he's just teasing. Leaning in before Erik can stop him, he presses a quick kiss to his lips, still keeping his hand sequestered in a firm hold. ]

[scarcastically]

[ erik shakes his head, amused, as he responds to the kiss slowly. ]

[winscenario]

[ See, he is sweet, Jim is so right. He smiles against Erik's lips, cupping his face with his free hand, stealing a few more little pecks before he pulls away again. ]

[scarcastically]

[ erik will deny it to his dying day. ]

Like I said. Sap.

[winscenario]

Yeah, and you like it.

[ Erik is only lying to himself here. ]

[scarcastically]

. . . Guess I do.

[winscenario]

[ Jim does his very best to contain the beaming smile that threatens to stretch across his face. He holds Erik's hand in both his own, pressing his lips in. ]

Can I stay the night?

[ Yes, it's blunt and out of the blue, but well, that's him. ]

[scarcastically]

[ he blinks, surprised. ]

Yeah.

[ he shrugs. ]

You're already here, anyway. Make the most of it.

[winscenario]

[ His smile widens now, and he squeezes Erik's hand. ]

Yes. Something like that. Look at that, I'm already putting your wise advice into practice.

[scarcastically]

Just means you should listen to me more.

[winscenario]

Don't push it, now.

[ He pinches Erik's nose lightly. ]