sketchycharacter

Your face needs to be tamed.
And I'm not talking in the I sit on it kind of way either.

aw shucks
want me to come find you? where are you?

Aw shucks is right but this wouldn't be the first time we've gone through a bit of a dry spell
Sure and not too far from the camp, kids are off playing

[ Which meant neither of them needed to worry about them for the next hour or so. ]

sadly not
let's not go setting another record though
k see you soon
<3

<3

[ She smiles when she sends off the little heart emote. It's kind of endearing and cute that he sends them now but then again...a lot's changed. Just to make sure he doesn't get lost, she sends her coordinates in a separate text.

Her location is a few paces from where their group's set up camp, they should have enough privacy as well, no real chance of getting interrupted. ]

[It's the one emote he knows and remembers to do, but no less heartfelt for that.

It doesn't take him too long to reach her, since he tries not to be that far from her lately. His beard level is pretty high, but not quite 'mountain man' level. Yet.]

Hey hon.

[ Elena squints, leaning forward as she rises off the log she'd been relaxing at. Now four weeks into her arm healing, she's been able to lose the full arm sling and go with a thinner band resting comfortably around her neck and wrapping around her wrist. Her bicep is still padded up, unfortunately. ]

What was that? You might need to speak up, it's hard to hear anything past the 'stache you got growing over your mouth.

[ Moving around the stump she's got her pacdisk set up on, she goes to kiss his cheek, leaning up. ]

It's impressive, though. You're definitely giving Tom Selleck a run for his money.

Ha, ha, very funny.

[He gives her a quick up-and-down after leaning into the kiss, satisfied with what he sees. Seeing Elena injured sucks; seeing her recovering is great.]

Don't tempt me into keeping it. Free mustache rides to award-winning journalists.

[The inner thigh beard-burn, though, she's gonna have to pay for.]

Well, you won't find any of that around here.

[ A wink and she loops her good arm with his, guiding him over to the log. ]

It would be a shame to have you lose it all when I haven't gotten to test out the goods.

[Where she leads, he will follow. Always.]

Then I'll keep it until you've had a chance to try it. Once we have privacy. And showers.

[They're all doing their best to keep clean, but grodiness is a thing.]

Who knows when that's going to be. I don't even want to think about my leg hair.

[ A small shudder. Not just leg hair but all the hair. ]

But if this dry spell goes into three months, I can't be blamed for jumping you.

[ Sitting next to him on the log she gets her pacdisk and hands it to him on a smile. ]

Among the junk we've brought along, you should find the black bag in there somewhere. It has the toiletries.

It would never get to three months. I'd jump you first.

[They have a bed in the pacdisk. A Stark Fuckbed™ at that. If it comes down to it, they'll get it out of storage and go to town. If people stick around to watch, that'll be their choice.]

Is this seriously about grooming me?

Two and a half. Sounds like a good deal to me.

[ That Fuckbed. The poor thing not getting any good use right now. ]

Someone has to. Just a trim, I won't take everything off.

[Yet. Yet.]

As long as you promise not to cut me, I'm all yours then.

If I leave any cuts, don't worry, I have a small tub of Vaseline. You'll be fine.

[ She holds her hand out for the toiletries she's waiting on him to find in the pacdisk. ]

Besides, you've suffered worse things than a shaving cut or two.

That doesn't mean it's suddenly okay to have shaving cuts. Those things sting.

[Especially if they were to come from somebody he gets vulnerable with! But he trusts her.]

You really threw everything in the pacdisk, huh?

Goodness, you talk like I've never shaved a thing in my life.

[ She gives him a look and drops said look down to her lap and legs. ]

Of course. That's the point of it. You're the one who put the bed in there.

Your legs and my face are different things, don't act like it's the same.

[She's had practice with her own legs. (And he's just ignoring the, uh, other allusion.)]

The bed was important. I was prioritizing. I didn't know vaseline rated.

They're still skin and they're both still prone to cuts. They're the same.

[ Elena leans forward for the bag, setting things up with her one hand. They have some hours to kill, there isn't any rush. ]

There should be a bottle of water in there somewhere... [ A gesture. ] How is the bed important? We can't even use it right now.

Vaseline rates because it's useful medically wise.

[They're nooooot the same. Nate just sits there and lets her do what she's gonna do, because clearly this is her show.

Up to the point at which she indicates he should get the bottle of water, at which point he does so obediently. What, he's being helpful. He's not whipped.]

We could use the bed, at least for its nominally intended purpose [they both know the real reason Tony made it] but that'd be rude to the people who didn't think to shove a bed in their pacdisks.

Anyway, we'll use it when the time is right. Therefore: important.

[ He's totally not whipped. He's just being helpful because she only has use of one hand. ]

That bed was a gift. It would've been rude and insensitive of us to leave it behind.

[ Elena laughs out loud and reaches for the can of shaving cream. Sorry but his face is going to smell a little like jasmine. ]

By the time you end up jumping me, which is supposedly in less than another month and a half— just know that I'll be counting— we won't even have time to pull out the bed.

[Snort. Sure, that's why they took it. Sure.]

A month and a half, max. It depends entirely on opportunities for privacy and how fast you heal.

[Don't tell anyone, but he likes the smell of jasmine.]

And I'm not above finding a nice rock to go behind.

Just do it old school and push me against a tree. Screw me standing.

[ The words slip out so easily that she pauses and looks at him. Obviously it's hard going from having no contact for over a year to having contact everyday and suddenly they're right back to no contact.

Elena brushes it off with a laughing apology and maneuvers the can so she can squeeze the gel out onto her fingers, can between her knees and thumb pressing the pump.

She must be distracted; she likes the bearded look, she doesn't want to completely shave it off, but she's already got the gel going from pale blue to foam the longer it sits out. ]

Do you want a full shave or just a trim?

[He makes a note of the request. They've never done it against a tree before that he can recall; standing, sure, but not arboreal boning. Something for the list.]

Trim, for now. We don't know how long it'll be until we can get new razors and if we dull the ones we have now without replacements, I'll have to go full mountain man.

It's bad enough already that you look like you're in your 40s with all that gray coming in.

[ This wife really enjoyed trolling her husband. It was meant to be. But trim it is, which means Elena has to unfortunately swipe the gel off her hand. She kicks some dirt over it and wipes her hand on her pants.

The razor gets replaced with a pair of trimming scissors and a comb.

Thank god for that vacation planet trip. She'd mostly bought it for herself and cutting her own hair while they'd been on the ship. It was coming in handy now, months later. ]

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