2020-05-22 - Lingual Cunning

(TXT to Rekani) Kip : When are you free today? There are some things to talk about.

(TXT to Kip) Rekani : Yeah, I got time. I got third shift @ Plat tonight.

(TXT to Rekani) Kip : Oh? Maybe Ari and I will come by. Do you want to come over to my place?

(TXT to Kip) Rekani : Gimme a few to get up and shower. I'll head over. Want me to bring food?

(TXT to Rekani) Kip : I will never say no to food. See you soon!

(TXT to Kip) Rekani : Girl after my own heart.

Rekani had seen the house from the outside only. It was older, two stories, needed a new coat of paint but over all was well maintained. Kip's car was the only one in the driveway when he pulled up. Kip greeted him with a bright smile and quick kiss as she let him into the house. The interior also looked a bit dated, but nice. Real hardwood floors and all that stuff that people say makes a good house but goes over Kip's head.

The front area consists of the living room and an open dining room where she motioned for him to set the food he'd brought on the table for now. An archway led into a decent sized kitchen and a little hallway to the left had a set of doors to the laundry room and another to a bathroom. "It's good to see you zaichik." She slipped her arm around him to give him a little squeeze after he'd put the food down. "I'm glad you could come over."

Of course, Ariana's voice was lingering in the back of her mind about having the talk but that was not currently Kip's focus for what she had to talk about. Yet.

Rekani responds in kind to Kip, with only the slightest escalation, returning the kiss on arrival along with placing one hand on her hip to pull her a little closer for it. He follows her cue and sets down a canvas bag with a thunking sound indicative of ceramic on the dining table.

"Yeah, 'course, mami." He answers with a wide grin as his arms encircle her to keep the close contact she initiates. He was aware other people may be in the house given her previous explanations of her living arrangements, but seemed pretty happy to be openly physically affectionate. Looking down at her, he asks, "Whatcha need?"

Kip may or may not have invited him over specifically because no one was home. Well...Ari might be dead asleep in her room but Kip figured it was a safe 50/50 bet. She wasn't going to try waking up the blonde if she was home. In any case, she easily snuggles against him as he encircles her, peering at the bag and then moving one hand to peek in. "Well, firstly I think to see what you brought me." Giving him a little grin.

"Secondly," The grin faded ever so slightly. "I wanted to talk to about a second expedition into the Veil...and about maybe teaching me how you opened the exits?"

Rekani seemed quite content to keep this contact, one arm reluctantly having to moved toward the top of the large, covered ceramic pot. It was still cold, like it had been in the refrigerator. He was grinning when he reached for it, Looking to be about to open it and reveal good secrets when he hears the second part.

His arm around her stiffens noticably, and the other pauses mid-extension as hos brpws drop into a frowning furrow, his lips following. He drops that arm to his side and turns his gaze on Kip. The look could be many things. Confusion, annoyance, judgement, disappointment. It was a hard stare, and the playful lilt to his Latin-tinted words was gone.

"Say that again?"

Kip was expecting a negative reaction, but she still wasn't prepared for the way her stomach knotted and twisted at that look he gave her. She slowly let him go, though she didn't try to pull from him. She stood her ground though, at the very least, not breaking eye contact. "Listen. I know that this last time was...very bad. But that was because we were not totally prepared."

"But we have talked to August. We have gotten more information. Insight. and we are more ready for what to expect." At least she was talking to him prior and not just on the phone right before going in...right? "And you and Nova could come with us. If you wanted." Based off that look she doubted it but, she had to offer it.

Language barrier, probably, and as she continues to explain, context clues seem to catch up to Rekani. As she steps out of his reach, one of his hands goes to his chest.

"Aya, mami! Woo! Oh, boy..." Now he reaches to pick up the ceramic pot, pulling the plastic away from it, he craned his neck, knowing almost by instinct where the kitchen was and heading for it, not really asking. "You scared the shit, outta me. I thought you went back in without telling me."

He would just assume and start turning on the oven, likely so he could reheat whatever was in the decorative pot. That accomplished, hed turn around and lean against a counter to look back toward her, his arm makes a rolling motion l, then an open palm, indicative he wanted her to come back to physical contact.

Kip visibly relaxed as he lightened up a little, not protesting his use of the kitchen or oven at all. "No no. That...I wouldn't do that." She assured him. "I will always tell you." She pushes a hand through her hair, finally walking back over to him and snuggling in again. "I'm sorry I scared you." There's a little giggle that escaped her as she relaxed against him.

"We do not have a set day or anything yet...but we are going back. I cannot let one near death experience hinder me from learning about the stuff." Kip glanced past him, towards the oven before looking up to him again. "And I want to learn how to do what you do. Opening the exits. I can make the door in, but not the door out..."

Big arms sliding around and pulling the small Russian against him, Rekani heaves a sigh, rocking a little as he sets his feet wide so she could stand easy cradled in his arms. His face was uplifted a moment before he talked. His stomach growled.

"See you say that," he starts, finally lowering his chin to look down at Kip, "But if I was like, 'Don't', you'd still go. I'm real about that." That hand he saw go through her hair made him reach up with his own, taking some of those long brown locks and running fingers through it, tucking it behind her ear. There was exasperation, but affection in the look, the type of expression incorrigible behavior usually netted.

"So I ain't gonna act like I can tell you not to. Even if it is risky as fuck." He contemplates the rest in a bit of a resigned way, thoughtful, "I'll be honest, that was my first time doing either in or out. It felt the same both ways." His eyes lift upward, "Hell, it may have even been easier to punch the way out. I guess because I got the hang of it."

There was a soft chuckle at the feel and sound of his stomach growling. Then a wry little smile graced Kip's lips as he spoke. Knowing full well he was right. "Likely." She conceded, lifting her hands to cup his face as she looked down at her. "I'm too curious...too...need-to-know." She reached up on her tiptoes to kiss him again. It looked like there was maybe something more she wanted to add, but she set it aside, resting on her feet once more.

"It is dangerous, but we are going to be as careful as we can. And we will bring backup of some kind." Her hands wrapped around him loosely again, her head tilts into the touch of his hand in her hair. Her brows raising briefly when he said that was his first time entering or exiting. "Really?" She contemplates that. "Maybe I will need to just...try...? She shrugs a little. "Not here though. Obviously." That would be terrible.

"So, what did you put in the oven? It smells good." Peeking past him, towards the oven. "Or now do I just have to wait until it is done?"

Kip might find breaking that kiss just a tad difficult as his face dips to prolong the taste of her as long as possible. But, of course, he had to let her go. His neck can't bend far enough for the whole foot of that that divides them. He was grinning again now, like the kiss had been a cheering spell. He continues to gently run his finger through her hair.

"Yeah. Me." is the definite answer to backup, "Ain't shit else that's puttin' its mouth on you." He adds a defiant flick of his head back and forth to seal the assertion. He grins regardless, though, carrying a joke through an otherwise grim reminder. All he can add to her suggestion of trying is a shrug. It wasn't a studied science to him. He just kinda acted on instinct. He cocks his chin toward the oven.

"Arroz con gandules." he answers with the Spanish name, then translates. "Puerto Rican rice and beans. I add chicken one its cooked to make it a full meal. Good shit, like Ma made. I made it last night. Just gotta give it time to heat up."

The last statement was accompanied by his eyes going down from her face to the rest of her, like he was already visibly planning what he was going to do while he waited. His hands slid from simply around her to holding the tops of her hips, probably something he'd done quite a few times before when he meant to either guide her hips for dancing... Or to start moving her bodily where he wanted her.

"Good, I was hoping you would agree to come along. That way there will be no worrying about what is going on because you will know." Kip mused. Her eyes closed for a brief moment as she continued to enjoy the hand in her hair. She gave him a bit of a squeeze before opening her eyes again. Mischief dancing in them as she leaned up a bit again. "And, there is only one mouth I want on me. So you will have to beat the things back with a broom." Kip chuckled.

She inhaled slowly to take in the smell of the rice and beans and wiggled a little bit as if in anticipation. "I cannot wait to try it. It smells delicious." But, from the way it sounded and that look in his eyes? Maybe it would take a little bit of time. As his hands rested a top her hips, they swayed gently, but she would let him guide her to wherever he wanted her. "How shall we pass the time?" A little smirk fleeting over her features as her hands slid up to rest on his chest lightly.

In Rekani's mind, in this undefined whatever-it-was that existed between the two of them, Kip had been the one to message him, invite him over, and she had greeted him pretty warmly. On the road of 'Friends-With-Benefits', that was a pretty green light she'd lit for him. Sure, some serious conversation had to be had, but sometimes that happened to be pretense, at least that was the calculation the 24 year old Latin boy had made.

Feeling that little surrender to his influence in her body language, he makes the inevitable move, using his arms to guide her in a turn while he moves his own body, reversing their orientation. Somewhere in the dancing steps, one of his feet had ended up placed between hers. Now looming over her and pressing her back into the counter, he can return his hand to her hair, running his fingers into it again. This time, however, they slide more back and cup behind her head before curling a bit, a gentle hold to exert pressure sideways, a ploy to expose her neck to him. His face leans in dangerously, his voice low in tone and volume.

"Depends," It was always more dramatic with a lead like that, especially when his lips meet the skin of her neck soon after, but he interposed these touches with words, "On if anyone else is home..." His lips kiss a little higher toward the line behind her ear, "Or if you can just be quiet..."

As he started to move them, Kip's heartbeat increased a tick. She liked this undefined-whatever-it-was and all the things that came with it. In truth, she often forgot how much younger he was. Or did she forget how much older she was? Her hands slipped down lower as he took control, her head tilting at that gentle pressure. A barely perceptible shiver running down her spine at the tone of his voice and the feel of warm breath against her sensitive skin. Green light, 'Go' indeed.

He would feel Kip's fingers hooking into he belt loops on his pants, giving a gentle tug to urge him in closer. His lips on her skin were so very distracting. She was pretty sure the house was empty....the owner was out at least. Ariana was no stranger to Kip's antics so the only repercussion there was more teasing.

Kip chuckled softly against his ear, giving the lobe a quick little nip. "When have I ever been quiet?" A tease in her tone as she pressed up against him. The answer, of course, was never. She tried now and then but it never lasted very long. She just wasn't built for quiet, intimate situations

Not quite a definitive answer, and not quite a no, Rekani's lips found Kip's earlobe, tugged lightly, then slowly started to descend again. His hands at her hip now moved down, then up, getting beneath her top so he could begin to toy with the waistband of whatever she had been wearing, fingers dipping into it, following that perfect little line where tummy met pelvis and thigh, beginning a slow, risky pull downward at her clothes.

It would be so near the neckline she was wearing when his grasp on her hair begins to tilt her head backward and his voice comes so lasciviously low in answer to her... Protest? Permission? No one was really sure, so Rekani was just going to push his luck. It had worked up until now, anyhow.

"Then you're the only one that has to wait to eat."

A barely audible moan escaped Kip as she exhaled. His hands, his lips, she writhed ever so slightly against him as clothing started to be pulled down and her head tilted back. One hand moved to grip in his hair gently, the other slipped up his shirt so her fingers could trail over his skin. Eyes sliding down to look at him as she had him in such a precarious position. "I guess I can live with that." Giving him a devilish grin.

An idle through crossed Kip's mind that they seemed to have a penchant for christening kitchens, which just kept her grin in place for a moment or two longer. "Maybe we will see if you can make me scream louder." She chuckled. Her hand slipped from his shirt to rest on the edge of the counter. Fingers curling against it in anticipation.