Lasair and Aileen's actions and speech written were by her
The backroom seemed even more messy than the front, if that was possible. There were the standard post-its, but also every failed experiment she couldn't bring herself to get rid of. Of particular interest to Godhand was what looked like a spider with a glaive fused to it's back. There were eight spindly legs coming out of the metal, kicking uselessly in different directions. Too heavy to move. At first the mercenary judged Lasair cruel for keeping it alive, until he considered that he wouldn't really know how to kill something like that either. It was sort of like giving an anvil wings. After pulling something like that, you couldn't just throw it in the ocean.
He absently accepted the welder's glasses from Lasair, never taking his eyes off what he dubbed the Throwing Spider. He almost reached out to touch it, but was distracted by the ruckus going on behind him. The tiny fae had put together a small and seemingly random group of items on the glyph she'd painted on the floor. For synthesizing, she explained. Pretty soon the objects were floating and shining and Godhand braced himself, just in case her "kaboom" prediction came true. But apart from an alarming white flash, there was nothing to really concern himself over. The experiment had been a success, and Lasair presented him with what looked like ruby bullets. He gingerly accepted them.
"What, uhh...What are they?"
"They're red crystal bullets, unless you want to give them a better name. When they hit their target, they'll explode in a great show of fire and flying shards of crystal. Probably hurt a lot and if the initial shot doesn't kill the person, that probably will."
Godhand smiled before reaching forward and pinching Lasair's cheek, slowly pulling her head back and forth. "Well you're just the gal that keeps on giving, aren't you?"
Lasair tried to smile around his strange pinching motion, but it didn't turn out too well. She did manage to giggle though. She'd never had anyone pinch her cheek before. "I like giving people presents."
Godhand chuckled before plucking her up from the ground bride style. He gave a quick spin, Lasair giggling all the while, and looked down at her. She was so adorable. He couldn't help himself; he leaned down and pecked her on the forehead. She blushed, her cheeks quickly becoming stained in a light red color as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. With a bit of hesitation, she leaned up and kissed him.
The air seemed to get thicker around them. He almost thought to protest when she kissed him, something about being a gentleman, but somehow the words didn't come. He leaned in close, paused, then kissed her back. The kiss slowly got more desperate, their hands roaming hungrily over each other. He loved how she tasted; light and soft and sweet. He placed his hand behind her head and deepened it, before grunting and pushing her up against the bookcase. He squeezed her ass while pulling up her leg. It was almost like tango. Godhand nuzzled her throat and growled hungrily, breathing her in.
Lasair whimpered softly as her hands clutched at his body. Her small fingers digging into the flesh of his back, somehow having moved under the material of his shirt. Behind him, she noticed something shift and her eyes were drawn to it, finding the figure of her twin sister standing in the doorway clearly shocked and stunned having walked in on them. Lasair tensed a bit and pulled herself away from Harley, not that she had anywhere else to go since he had pinned her to the bookcase. "Uhh...Aileen?"
Aileen shifted uncomfortably in the doorway, her golden eyes wide as her hands nervously played with the fabric of her dress. She hadn't meant to... she didn't know...she'd just come over so... "I... uh... sorry to have interrupted, I'll come back to another time!" Then she went to turn and leave them so they could resume they're...stuff she didn't want to picture in her head.
Godhand sighed, smacking his lips as he nuzzled Lasair again. She curled against him, purring like a cat. God, she was warm. Finally, and with great reticence, the mercenary pulled back. "I think we better do this some other time, sweetheart."
Lasair moaned as she watched Harley pull away from her. As much as she didn't want him to, she knew it was probably for the best. She also knew she should go over and say something to her sister. Nodding her head, Lasair slipped her hands out from under his shirt then leaned forward and gave him one last, quick kiss before she moved to go after her twin.
Lasair and Aileen actions and dialogue written by Witchblade
Godhand didn't know quite how to feel, standing there alone after that little interruption. He'd picked up on the fact that Aileen had been hurt by their actions, which he regretted, but at the same time he couldn't remember ever leading her on. She was cute, and he liked her, but she seemed far too terrified of him for the mercenary to approach her in any sort of romantic fashion. Still, it was strange. Godhand wasn't the type of person women just fell in love with at first sight. He'd had to have propositioned her somehow, but he had no idea what she could have interpreted as him wooing her. It was then that he realized that he was a stranger in a strange land; the customs here were probably completely different from those back home. It was perfectly likely that holding a door open for a lady in Dheathain was considered courting rather than courtesy. It was as Godhand weighed these facts that Lasair skipped back into the room, chirping and smiling and acting like nothing had ever happened. He briefly considered asking her if the situation had been resolved, whatever the "situation" was, but opted against looking a gift horse in the mouth. The gunman simply stood there and stared at her as she darted back and forth across the room, straightening this and retrieving that. She finally turned to look at him, tilting her head and blinking curiously.
"So, about that bookcase..."
"Oh, right!"
The rest of the day was rather uneventful. He'd stared down a belligerent Draconian, but that was the most action he got all day. Pretty soon it was sundown, and Lasair and Godhand made their way back home.
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As soon as they both entered the house, Lasair sprang into the action, humming the same strange tune she'd been ever since her talk with Aileen. Godhand walked over to the bathroom, pulling up his shirt and checking his bandages. It was still just the dried blood from the morning. The wounds were healing up real good. Soon he heard the tiny fae shout at him from the kitchen.
"What do you want for dinner, Harley!? Anything you want as long as I've got it!"
"Whatever's good, sweetheart!"
There was some banging and clanging as Lasair began rummaging for different utensils and ingredients, and then another shout.
"Oh, how are your wounds doing!? Any better!? Need medicine!?"
"They're fine."
Lasair squealed and hopped into the air when Godhand pinched her bottom. She quickly spun on her heel and playfully punched him on the chest.
"Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Sorry, sorry."
"By the way, could you hand me that pot?"
"Huh? Sure."
As Godhand reached over to get it, Lasair pinched his ass. Now it was the mercenary's turn to hop. He shot an accusatory glare at the Fae, but she merely whistled innocently. It was then that the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" Sang Lasair.
Godhand hissed when he heard Aileen's next words.
"Aileen! Come in!"
God, this was going to be akward.