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((OOC: Zell may show messages to Jim Hawkins. If you do not want Jim to see/know, then please let me know.))

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[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim wiggles around so that he can drop his own pack and weapon on to the bed, but monkey's not ready to let go just yet, either. ]

Me too?

[ As he asks he shines the light of the tablet around in front of Zell, taking in the VIP room with sharp eyes before he turns his face back into Zell's neck. ]

End of the ride?

[swatsflies]

[ Shaking his head. ] Nah, I'm keeping you. [ He waits for Jim to finish doing a sweep from his vantage point before walking over towards the bathroom door. Keeping one hand under Jim, while the other opens the door. ] We can search like this if you want.

[ He'll count it as his workout for the night. ] You can watch my back this way. [ Turning his head to press a kiss against Jim's arm. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Tempting as that is...

Jim holds that thought as he sweeps around the bathroom, catching nothing but his tablet light bouncing off the mirror.

Safe, he thinks, after a second hard look at the shadows behind the shower curtain. It could just be something very still but - no. Safe. Which means he can go back to the other thing, now. ]

How's the pain, Sunshine?

[ The question's muted, spoken against Zell's ear. ]

[swatsflies]

[ He'll let Jim investigate as long as he wants back there. To be absolutely sure, he'll move into the bathroom to push back the shower curtain.

AND THEN THEY GET ATTACKED BY ROBO SPIDERS.

Looks clear. Zell looks for the vent and prods it with his foot when he finds it. ]

Hmm? [ Might be a tad distracted with Jim's mouth being right there. He can feel the movement by his ear and it's tickling him a bit. It's tempting to drop Jim on the bed and see if he can get his breath to hitch or speed up.

Wait. Focus. Swallowing a bit as he looks at the mirror to see Jim's expression lit by the glow of the tablet. He's asking about pain. ]

It's normal. [ A little sad when pain and normal goes hand in hand, but Zell isn't acting like pain is bothering him. He won't turn down any affection from Jim if that's what he wants to do. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ It is a little sad. Jim squeezes tightly for a moment - a silent offer of comfort - and then lets his feet reluctantly drop to the floor. He keeps his grip on the rest of Zell, though, becasue he's not actually finished with kissing him just yet.

As he does, though, an idea occurs to him. It takes a moment of working his foot around without looking, but eventually his boot snags the door and he closes them into the bathroom. It's safe in here, they already figured that out, so why not take a moment to themselves?

That's Jim's logic, at least, as he makes an effort at kissing Zell up against the door. ]

[swatsflies]

[ This is nice. He'll take it a step further and hook his arm around Jim's leg to pull it up as he leans back into the door. It's been a couple of days since they last had actual privacy and he already missed it quite dearly. Snaking his other hand down to Jim's rear to give it a squeeze. ]

Hey. [ He sounds out of breath as he smiles like an affectionate dope. It's good that the water runs cold because he might need a cold shower in a bit. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ The lack of privacy and anywhere comfortable to be together since leaving the hotel is exactly why Jim's so willing to make out in the hospital. He's discovering that there's a pretty good bonus to be had in distracting him from wanting to panic and escape. ]

Hey.

[ He's just going to fiddle until he can tug Zell's shirts loose from his jeans and stick his hands - still, ridiculously, wearing gloves - underneath. ]

[swatsflies]

[ He gives a breathy laughter at the feel of the gloves against his skin. This is permission to totally feel his boyfriend up in the bathroom, right? Letting go of Jim's leg as he plants a series of quick kisses against Jim's mouth. Giving a look like he's up to something as he grabs Jim's sides.] Going up.

[ Lifting his boyfriend up walking them away from the door. Setting Jim's butt down on the edge of the sink. Once he's sure Jim is situated, he's shedding off both of his coats to toss on the floor. ]

That better? [ He could take off more if Jim wants. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ It is absolutely permission, though Jim does make a surprised noise as Zell hefts him and deposits his butt on the sink. He leans back, arms propped on either side of the sink, to watch Zell take off his coats - a sight he always appreciates.

He sits forward again and peels off his gloves so he can hold his bare hands out to Zell, drawing him closer. ]

It's better. Want me to take off mine?

[swatsflies]

[ Tracing Jim's palms with his own gloved hands. Pausing to look at Jim a moment and then drop his gaze down Jim's chest and pants. It takes a moment for him to realize what he means and his attention snaps back up. Giving a sheepish smile. ]

Coats. Right. How long do you think we have? [ Before one of the Soldiers come looking for them. ]

[rattlingthestars]

Coats.

[ Jim's agreeing, but he can't help sounding a little amused at Zell's obvious misunderstanding. ]

-Probably enough time for me to take my shirt off, too?

[swatsflies]

[ He might be just a little eager to repeat some of their new developments. At the offer of taking off his shirt, Zell swallows. Giving Jim's hips a squeeze as he presses their foreheads together. ]

If you don't mind me keeping you in here. [ Kissing the tip of his nose. ]

We should finish checking this floor first. [ Kissing the corner of his mouth. ]

That way we'll know there won't be any interruptions. [ Even as he says this, Zell doesn't move. He's leaving the choice in Jim's hands. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim grumbles under his breath - maybe in English, maybe in some other language that he can only curse in - but he can't disagree with Zell's logic. ]

You need to put your coat back on, then.

[ Hospital's freezing. Jim wishes they could just move into the inn already. ]

[swatsflies]

[ The grumbling is cute. Still not really moving as he presses his lips against the pulse point on his boyfriend's neck. ] Or you could warm me up after we're done.

[ He likes that idea. Grinning a bit as he slowly peels off his shirts next. Just giving more incentive for the warming him up later. ] C'mon. [ Holding his hand out. ]

[rattlingthestars]

You're going to freeze. [ Which is why Jim's looping his own coat around Zell's shoulders, using it to more or less lasso him close for a moment. Boyfriend does not need to freeze off several important parts, okay. ] There. I like it when you wear my jacket anyway.

sorry it's short

[swatsflies]

[ Not going to fight it as he lets himself be pulled close. Giving him a quick smooch. ] Want to wear mine? [ He doesn't want Jim to freeze. Rubbing his hands up and down Jim's sides to keep him warm. ]

Re: sorry it's short

[rattlingthestars]

Yup. [ He pops the 'p,' sounding pleased with himself. Maybe this was his plot all along? Probably not, but he's happy to put on Zell's red coat anyway. It's big in the chest and shoulders, so he doesn't bother to button it up. ] Ready to go back out there?

[ Jim's not entirely sure he's ready, but... he'll manage. He snags his hat from where it'd fallen on the edge of the sink and carefully puts it on top of Zell's head as they go. ]

Weeeeeeeeee

[swatsflies]

[ Zell has some ideas about other noises he'd like for Jim to make. Smiling at the hat that is now on his head. ]

You look good. [ Red is a very nice color on Jim. Leaning close to give him a quick peck. ]

As ready as I can be. [ Which isn't very ready, but he'll follow Jim's lead. Scooping up clothes and heading back to the room. Dropping off his shirts on the foot of the bed. Offering his hand to his boyfriend. ] Let's do this.

jumped out a winnnndow

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim bites his lip and looks away for a moment, letting Zell catch him on the cheek before they head out into the main room. As soon as they open the bathroom door he has to take another deep breath and close his eyes. That only lasts a second - he's not going to let himself be blind here. ]

Think after we're done, we can find something fun to do in here?

[swatsflies]

[ It's good he's not thinking too hard on the lip bite, or he might just pull them both back into the bathroom. Though the bed is still very tempting. Closing the space between him and his boyfriend to put his hands in the pockets of the wool coat. ]

I have some ideas. [ Which includes taking full advantage of getting a private room. ] How far can we get like this? [ With Zell going backwards with his hands exactly where they are. ] We can do a repeat from the previous time.

[rattlingthestars]

Pretty far, as long as we avoid the stairs.

[ Jim 'helps' by sliding his hands in Zell's back pocket and hooking his chin over Zell's shoulder. Just so he can see, you understand. ]

You mean the stethoscope or the wheelchair?

[swatsflies]

[ Jim is lucky his boyfriend is only clumsy with his words.

With their proximity, and the mention of the stethoscope, Zell makes a sound. Way to put his mind back where it was moments ago. ]

Stethoscope will have to wait until we're back in the room, Stars. [ Especially if Jim is going to feel him up like he did the first time. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim's relying on boyfriend to be coordinated enough for both of them, yep.

That sound just makes Jim grin. ] I missed out last time.

[swatsflies]

[ So long as Jim is his eyes, which is a swap from the last time they were here together. Turning to brush his lips against the side of Jim's head. ]

I can make it up to you. I'll even put on a toga again. [ He remembers how much Jim liked him in just shorts and a tank top. A toga might inspire a similar reaction. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Anything that involves more than a few inches of skin is going to get a reaction out of Jim. Most things about Zell get a reaction out of Jim.

Right now, he huffs and takes a careful step forward, getting them moving. ]

You're really eager to freeze, huh?