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[hedalexa]

[Inbox Lexa, she'll never expect it.]

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[cobaltsoul]

That doesn't really tell me if you like the idea or not.

[hedalexa]

Sometimes I think you have overly optimistic views on my ability to put things into words.

It sounds intriguing. [It sounds hot, possibly literally but also makes her inner everything yell at her for even considering it.]

[cobaltsoul]

And here I thought commanders knew how to give rousing speeches and shit.

[hedalexa]

If you want me to give a rousing speech about fighting or war or my spirit moving on, sure.

Tying me to cannons and playing with candlewax is out of my wheelhouse.



I'm still not sure that's really a thing.

[cobaltsoul]

If you want to know for sure... just say yes.

[hedalexa]

[There is some delay, as might be expected without Beau there in her face.]

Yes.

[cobaltsoul]

Very good. Now you need to decide if you want us to go start a bar brawl first or enjoy a little bondage and temperature play and save the brawl for another day.

[hedalexa]

Mmmmn, I do owe you a brawl. I've made plenty of warpaint.

[cobaltsoul]

And the wax will require some preparation. Besides, the odds of us making it to my ship after getting thrown out of the Treetop are very poor.

I fucking love that warpaint.

[hedalexa]

I know you do. [Why do you think she bothered to make it, Beau? She could get by just fine without it in a place like this. Better, even, given it was likely to make some nervous.]

Do you want to do the treetop tonight?

[cobaltsoul]

I'm free if you are. I'm always itching for a fight.

[hedalexa]

[If Beau was implying she ever had anywhere to be at night she'd be very surprised, unless someone dragged Lexa to bed or a nearby wall or whatever she mostly spent her nights tucked away in her room by herself or drinking to forget her woes.]

Good. I'll see you then.

I'll get a log up this weekend

[cobaltsoul]

Look for me in the back.