There is no such thing as a bad idea.
He considers her insincere pleading, not minding the honey-baited game of cat and mouse. "Mmmm. Fine. But only a peak, okay? And try not to fall for me too hard." There's a playful gleam in his eyes that looks suspiciously like an invitation as he raises the bottom of his shirt beneath his leather jacket, revealing the lean muscles of his abdomen and reaching his hand down towards his pants...
Lifting a knowing grin her direction, Ace shifts the path of his hand towards the bag tied to his waste. Instead of the waistband of his pants, his fingers slide suggestively through the fabric of the synch bag, disappearing inch by inch into the vast cavern that's invisible to the eye. Once he's up to his elbow, he finds what he's looking for, shooting her a wink before tossing a coin her direction. "A little gamble. If it lands on heads, you won't be disappointed." And when she bothers to look at the piece of gold, she'll see that it's particularly unique in that it doesn't have a tail.
Then he's checking her harness, and Ace lets his fingers brush her hips as they sway, silently hoping he'll get a chance to see more later but willing to play the long race with all of its thrills. Reluctantly drawing back from her and over the edge of the ship, he laughs at the quip, fully aware that it's cliche and stupid, but also loving it all the more for her reaction. "Maybe not, but you can't tell me you're not curious now." Isn't that why she'd asked him the question to begin with?
She obviously doesn't need his help, and as Flora lowers to the platform, Ace takes the opportunity to admire her from this angle too. When her eyes are level with his, there's a heated pause that he doesn't hide, not glancing down as she drops the harness from her hips like lingerie. His mouth is a crooked grin that shows off his dimple, not moving out of her space as he quirks an eyebrow. "You'll have to be more specific than that." Because they definitely didn't come here for the same reason, and he'll happily delay for more of a chance to play.
Lifting a knowing grin her direction, Ace shifts the path of his hand towards the bag tied to his waste. Instead of the waistband of his pants, his fingers slide suggestively through the fabric of the synch bag, disappearing inch by inch into the vast cavern that's invisible to the eye. Once he's up to his elbow, he finds what he's looking for, shooting her a wink before tossing a coin her direction. "A little gamble. If it lands on heads, you won't be disappointed." And when she bothers to look at the piece of gold, she'll see that it's particularly unique in that it doesn't have a tail.
Then he's checking her harness, and Ace lets his fingers brush her hips as they sway, silently hoping he'll get a chance to see more later but willing to play the long race with all of its thrills. Reluctantly drawing back from her and over the edge of the ship, he laughs at the quip, fully aware that it's cliche and stupid, but also loving it all the more for her reaction. "Maybe not, but you can't tell me you're not curious now." Isn't that why she'd asked him the question to begin with?
She obviously doesn't need his help, and as Flora lowers to the platform, Ace takes the opportunity to admire her from this angle too. When her eyes are level with his, there's a heated pause that he doesn't hide, not glancing down as she drops the harness from her hips like lingerie. His mouth is a crooked grin that shows off his dimple, not moving out of her space as he quirks an eyebrow. "You'll have to be more specific than that." Because they definitely didn't come here for the same reason, and he'll happily delay for more of a chance to play.
Only Poorly Executed Awesome Ones.
Ace
