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[battleshipping]

[Yeah, how you like them hot oils.

She gets them both beers from the fridge, and while he finishes up making the sandwiches she finishes up storing what's left of the groceries.]

I'm going to get our suitcases and lock Lola up before we get cozier, okay? [Not asking for permission, she already heads out to do just that.]

[accumulator]

[ At least she doesn't have to watch him awkwardly trying to tip grilled cheese on to plates. He's thankful for that. Because by the time she's back he's managed to clear up any spillages and leave the pan in the sink. ]

You can leave the suitcases in the hall!

[battleshipping]

[Maybe that was the plan, see. She leaves the suitcases in the hall and steps inside to get her hands on that beer.]

That smells like I can't wait to get my mouth on it. Seriously, I have dreamed of your sandwiches ever since the day in the honeycomb room. [They're number two on the list of things she thinks about: his mouth, his sandwiches.]

[accumulator]

I'm kind of low on spices and herbs. Once we settle in we can go shopping properly. [ He nudges a plate towards her. He can at least carry one. ]

I just hope they're good.

[battleshipping]

[She takes her plate and heads into the living room space where the music sounds louder.

Temptation wins on the way, and she tales a bite from her sandwich. Hot as it is, the flavour makes up for the tongue burn.]

[accumulator]

[ He follows, his beer tucked into the crook of his elbow and held in place by the curve of his plate. When he makes it he bends to set them both down, smiling a little when nothing falls off or spills. ]

So? Verdict? Do I pass muster?

[ He's teasing mostly. Phil takes the space beside her, his knee pressed against hers and his food left in his lap. ]

[battleshipping]

So good! [She doesn't need much for her to get comfortable with him, on his couch, in his house. Maybe because she feels so welcomed here, by him.

Worth the tongue burn. She takes care of that with beer, her plate balanced on her knee.] Herbs or not, it's still a pretty kickass sandwich. You're a pretty kickass cook...[A thought crosses her mind.] Maybe you could teach me -- I can cook, but mostly van food.

[accumulator]

I thought we said no teaching so you can't dump me.

[ He offers her a sly grin, moving to pick up his own sandwich. ] But maybe. If I keep out the secret ingredients. Make you leave the room while I add them. Then we could have a deal.

[battleshipping]

I know we said, but if I'm perseverent. [Case in point being that he agreed to part of a lesson already. With enough time, she'd work miracles on him and stick her nose into his secret recipe.

She smiles, her mind following that thought for a moment.] It's funny, because when we said no more secrets, you should've added except in the kitchen.

[accumulator]

[ He's taking it to the grave. ]

All of my rules have a kitchen exception.

[battleshipping]

[Laughing. She's going to take notes and remake the sandwiches over and over again until they're like his, and then shock him by not leaving. Never leaving.

(Dumb people like Skye, once they love you it's for life.)]

I should make you make a whole list of those rules.

[accumulator]

So I can finally have something on the fridge?

[ His sandwich is too hot and so he has to reach for his beer and take a deep refreshing sip. ]

There aren't really any rules. Apart from not setting an alarm.

[battleshipping]

What, so we get to sleep in? [She actually gasps here. What did that even feel like? Sleeping in? Waking up next to -- well, actually that makes her draw up short.

Cautiously, she tries,] Since we're talking about rules. [Her gaze moves down to her beer, from which she pauses to take a sip, and then back up at him.]

We should talk about what you're comfortable with. With what I'm comfortable with too.

[accumulator]

It's the one rule I'm fully instating. [ He flashes her a quick grin before it goes concern as she hesitates. ]

All right. What are you comfortable with?

[battleshipping]

I haven't shaken anything since before Afterlife. I think it'd be safe for us to sleep in the same bed if...you'd be okay with that? [She's being safe.] I would definitely like to try that.

[accumulator]

I assumed we would be.

[ His smile dimples slightly. ] There is a spare room though, if you want me to take it at any point.

[battleshipping]

Absolutely not, I plan to take advantage of every single morning of being able to wake up next to you. [Did that come out too intense? She flushes a little, but doesn't look away.]

We've talked through kissing, so that's settled. [She moves on,] What about cuddling?

[accumulator]

[ He's made her worry. Part of him feels bad about that. But he's touched that she's actually thinking about it for him. ]

Of course. I want to be near you. That hasn't changed.

[battleshipping]

[Well, they are in his safehouse, but he doesn't need to bring it up and she's grateful for it. She never feels undermined or condescended to when she talks about her feelings with him, she feels understood instead.

So, the sandwich and the beer get put on hold for a moment here.]

And touch me? And - be touched?

[accumulator]

[ He glances her way, a little furrow between his brows. ]

Skye, that parts not going to change. I want you. I will always want you. But I just need, a little of time to get my head in order. I'm not going to be able to touch you the same way. I'm not going to look the same. [ These things shouldn't worry them but he's being forward thinking. ] I have to figure that out. We both do. But we have the time.

[battleshipping]

I know - but it's why I'm asking. Because it's been a...[She lets out a bitter little huff,] really long time, and I keep wanting to constantly hug you.

Just, for the record - I think you look amazing. What with being not dead, and all.

[accumulator]

[ He smiles and puts his plate and beer down, opening up his arm. ]

Come here. [ He can hug her. He's sorry for making her feel that way. ]

[battleshipping]

[If you thought Thor was the incarnation of a golden retriever, you were wrong. Because, Skye.

She sets her plate and beer down too and slides on up to him, snuggling up without the need for further insistence from his side. She wraps her arms around his waist, and buries her nose in the collar of his shirt and it's so nice.]

[accumulator]

[ It is nice.

He can't believe he missed the feeling of her so much, the closeness. It pulls a content sigh from him. ] Better?

[battleshipping]

Mm. [Same sigh, this time from her. This is what coming home is like, this is what it's become for Skye. All their hugs have been goodbye hugs lately, and this one finally gets to be a welcome back one.]

Feel free to linger a lot.