[RP] Whatever happened to Saturday Night...

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Renting movies and ordering in for pizza two weeks running was more than Tom could take. And lucky for him, Rachel was in the same boat.

It wasn't like they'd been doing it every single night, but after staying in nearly half the time in that fourteen day period, he was starting to feel OMCS...Old Married Couple Syndrome. He knew Rachel was feeling it, too, because every time he sat down to get some work done she was either over his shoulder, which bothered him, or in his lap...which led to a lot of necking, bare minimum...or doing something annoying. Which, of course, didn't *really* annoy him, but he growled and snarled at her just the same.

And naturally, none of it fazed her because she knew he was full of shit.

But Saturday night was upon them again and Tom had actually gotten his latest stack of reports done and handed in. Still, he was at his desk, messing around with an idea about something and trying to hide it from Rachel, who was once again behind him, arms around his shoulders and chin atop his head to watch what he was doing as she chattered on about doing something fun or exciting.

"Okay, how 'bout this," Tom finally drawled, leaning back in his seat and tilting his head up, resting the top against her stomach after dislodging her chin, her arms still around his shoulders. "We go out, get drunk, and we get you to the local tattoo parlor...right smack dab in the middle of your left ass cheek we get you a real pretty heart with a banner across it that says 'The Love Butt.'"

Once the flurry of laughter and smacking had subsided into another round of Rachel in his lap, reminding him just how much he loved the fact that she was oral as hell. When they finally parted, he grinned, quirking an eyebrow.

"Okay, so no Love Butt." he conceded. "But I ain't exactly kidding about the tattoo part, and we could definitely throw in getting drunk. Could be fun. Besides, I been thinkin' about getting another one...you could get one, too."

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"I...am a brilliant man." he declared between kisses with a broad smile, irrationally pleased by fact that she'd gotten his name tattooed on her body. Absently, he guessed this was how most chicks felt when guys did it, but he didn't much care. He just liked the idea of it...and the idea that she'd want to do it.

"So you know mine...how about yours?"

Grinning, Tom reached into his own pocket, removing the sketch of his own tattoo and handing it to her.

"It's a mockinbird." he explained when she unfolded the sheet to reveal the Japanese sketch of the bird on the branch.

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She glanced at the tattoo, and saw all the lines in it, and couldn't even bear to think of how much that had hurt him. Hers had been tiny details and small sections, this wasn't something exactly small and discreet. She glanced up at him, a smile lighting up her eyes a bit, "Like me... well before."

She leaned in close to him again her lips parting against his softly fueled with a raw passion and lust that was felt deep within her by this point. Her hand still holding the sketch pressed to his back as her other hand snaked up along his neck into his hair a bit, fingernails scratching lightly, as she made that a kiss to really count.

She pulled away a bit taken aback by the power of it all, but still kept close to him, her forehead pressed to his, "I love you," she whispered to him once she had her focus back, and then her focus was on the fact that they were still in the tattoo parlor. "We should go home right? Forget the drinks at the bar?"

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Tom just shrugged, a smile playing at his lips. "Well...wasn't Oracle that I pulled out of that building, was it?" he quipped, pulling her closer again. "Cause that's where it started...that's the girl I fell for."

Then she was kissing him again, and he sure as hell wasn't complaining...he liked it when those flickers of fire showed through, when he got to see, to *feel* what fueled her inside. It was a kiss that said everything...from that day in the subway to the present, every word and feeling that the ordinary world didn't seem to leave room to properly express.

"Love you too, baby." he replied, then laughed when she glanced around quickly and commented on their plans. "I say we make it drinks at home...compromise. Y'know...if we make it to the beers in the fridge."

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Tugging on her jeans again she bit her lower lip glancing up to him, just thinking about how much she really did love him. Beyond all the standard risk her life to save his life stuff, she knew that he made her happy, happier than she had been in years.

"I thought you drank the last one?" Rachel questioned him with a curious furrow of her brow. She leaned up toward him again kissing him then barely pulling from him, her tone low and quiet, "I don't think we'll make it to the fridge anyway... these pants are coming off even without you."

She laughed a bit but once more had to tug at the front of her jeans, before she laced her arm around him and turned him around, "See this is walking... and this is how we actually head home."

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Tom was about to respond to her crack about the beer when she started tugging him towards the door, making him laugh and put up a halfhearted struggle to try and get her back in his arms.

"Yeah, going home is good, but the walking isn't conducive to the kissing and groping, and frankly? I'm enjoying both a great deal right now..." he argued jokingly. "So we sorta have a problem, 'cause it's difficult to do that when we're walking side by side this way...and hang on, if we're leaving lemme put my shirt back on. It's cold out there."

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Rachel loved making him laugh, it was one of the guilty pleasures she had, and at any chance she got she'd try to bring it out of him, that laugh of his just made her smile. Still she kept walking backwards her backside hitting the door and pushing it open, letting the cold air hit him as he put his shirt back on, "Come on slow poke, you want to get with the grabby you gotta get with the hurry."

Her finger beckoned him a bit closer, reaching out to get a fistful of the collar on his tshirt yanking him toward her a bit forcefully. Her hand was fisted up in his shirt and her mouth pressed to his hard and fierce giving him something to put a bit more pause to his step, but hopefully a bit more emphasis on the notion that she did want to continue all of this at home. She pulled back from him, that dare me attitude shining in her eyes as she left the parlor and started to head back toward the car.

She knew he wouldn't be far behind.