|Moment of Awesome - David North/Maverick: The aftermath of a mission gone wrong highlights the very idiosyncratic relationship between North and Felicia Hardy.
"It would look good on you regardless."
It was meant to be a compliment, but its delivery was a touch too flat to convey the intended playfulness. His forehead creased slightly as he looked back down at the gun barrel in his hands, the metal still hot to the touch.
“Hey,” Felicia murmured, turning her body to face him, the knee closest to him bending up and resting on his thigh. “I figure we can do this a couple ways, depending what level of terrible at emotions we’re feeling,” she continued at his lack of response, her usually flippant tone back, but quieter than usual. “Booze, sex, talking about what’s going on, or some combination of the three. I vote for at least two options, personally.”
He shot her an unreadable look, the curve on the corner of his lips making a brief reappearance. "I am fine," he paused, as though reevaluating his own statement. "A little hungry, perhaps." As he tended to be at all hours of the day since his powers changed those months back, and all the more unsurprising given that he had been at the range for more than five hours now. "But it would take a stronger man than I to turn down your first two offers," he finally concluded, cleanly sliding and snapping the pieces of his handgun together, a palm drifting to land on her knee.
Felicia made a warm humming noise, noncommittal in her belief of his initial statement, but fond. "Well, I can't have you fainting on me. Literally. You're heavy and I'll suffocate. We'll have to order food on the way there. Your place or mine?"
"Yours," he said, handing her his phone. There may or may not be a broken coffee table in the middle of his living room. "Order what you want."
"I always do. I always get what I want," Felicia answered automatically in a low rumble purr as she pocketed the phone - hers had all the apps and numbers programmed in, but it was a sweet thought - all in one motion, then paused and smiled, lopsided. "I'll get our usual Thai. I have a nice bottle of white that'd work, not to mention the better bed, with the better thread count, that will withstand what I'm planning on doing to you before I make you articulate feelings."
"You already replaced my sheets, Katze," he chuckled as he stood, conveying his gratitude with a long look and a brief kiss. "Did you think I could not tell?"
Felicia rolled her eyes affectionately. “I wasn’t sure, it’s not like you’d noticed you’d been sleeping on sandpaper previously. I like a full body exfoliation as much as the next person but it's really the type of thing that should be located to a high end spa."
Standing, she took the handgun from him, a quick click snap had it in it's case, and she had taken his hand and was leading him towards the door. "I think we need extra spring rolls tonight."