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[belligerentwarrior]

WHO: Freya, Pen, Lucy, Minako
WHERE: Pen's house
WHEN: July 1st, morning
WHAT: this isn't where I parked my car New-AU shenanigans
WARNINGS:

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[mincingminuet]

[Pen giggles, eagerly folding into Freya's grip. This time, she's all passion and fervor, with no hesitation.

When she does pull away, finally...]

...I have no gavel to bang, but consider the matter closed. We enjoy today.

[belligerentwarrior]

[A fervor Freya was more than happy to return. She missed this woman, even if it was only a week. The strife made it feel longer.]

[She lowers them back down to the grass, settling her weight carefully over Pen's. Parting, she chuckles breathlessly.]

Like you need a gavel for that.

[mincingminuet]

Mmmhmm.

[Pen leaned up, hugging Freya, hanging onto her now. Not the most graceful of things, but she wanted to feel that strong, steady presence against her. A week wasn't a long time, not really, but she still missed her partner.]

I love you, and I'm glad you're here. And that's final.

[belligerentwarrior]

Fine. You just keep ignorin' my innuendo, why don't you.

[But Freya bows her head regardless, dipping it down to kiss the top of Penelope's shoulder, murmuring,]

And I love you. Don't you ever let any doubt into that pretty head of yours.

[mincingminuet]

I'm not ignoring it.

[Pen coos, tilting her head up to kiss whatever parts she can reach.]

I'm just waiting for the 'I love you' before I suggest something like taking it inside so we can try and reenact last night. Though we may need to exercise a little artistic interpretation and get creative.

[belligerentwarrior]

What've you got to wait for? I'll say it as many times as you want me to.

[Freya huffs against her shoulder, rolling her eyes, even if only the grass could see it. Her palm glides up over Pen's hip.] And if I'm comfy here?

[mincingminuet]

[Pen hums and leans forward, hand mirroring the gesture on Freya's own hip.]

...Well, I don't mind...

[Lucy might, but that's not really on her brain right now.]

[belligerentwarrior]

[She chuckles, a grin spreading across her face. Freya had been expecting Pen to protest a tiny bit, but she wasn't counting on it. She was the one with significantly less shame, after all--if Freya could be said to have any.]

[Anyone else minding wasn't something that concerned her, either. This wasn't necessarily her thing, but a little part of Freya was delighted her uptight soldier was okay with it.]

[And besides, it was their yard, and that was even more delightful. She presses a smiling kiss to Pen's neck.] Good. [And that gentle kiss turns much more eager, sucking at the soft spot under Pen's jaw. What else did they need to say?]