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"The tango, huh?"

It's a low, stupid kind of question made marginally less so (but no less cheesy) as he tugs her closer. It's not exactly the most correct tango hold, but it's close to one and hey - the thought counts.

"The tango," Kate confirms in even stupider reply. He gets a little flare of a grin when she's tugged close before she leans in his hold, back bending into a pose of almost swooning drama. Tango. She rights herself with a snap and intense eyebrows.

It's a snap that sends them drifting toward the wall and drives a laugh out of him. Or maybe that latter one's due to the intense eyebrowing. Either way by the time they bump into the far wall, Aidan's laughing - fingers catching at the back of her shirt as they knock into the bulkhead.

"Tango's at least fifty percent eyebrows and crazyeyes," she claims with a grin, "I swear that's what I was taught." Colliding with the wall has Kate getting a hold on his shoulder, too, grip curling into his t-shirt in time for the jostling impact and slight rebound that follows. "They've never been quite this effective before."

"What's the other fifty percent? Smoldering?"

He affects his best smolder which - for the record - is maybe slightly passable for about a fraction of a second before he quirks an eyebrow too far, sneers a little too hard. Luckily it doesn't take Aidan long to drop it completely, melting back into an easy grin.

"Oh, definitely," Kate's laugh is light and the bob of her head is somewhere between nod and shake, "That's. Yeah. Definitely key, that look right there. Blue Steel." She bites her lip to keep her grin even a little bit under control, looking at him for a moment before turning to lift her chin towards the door.

"What do you think?" comes with an arch of one dark brow, "Anything else you want to try in zero gee today or should we turn the gravity back on?"

They should turn the gravity back on, get their feet on the ground and sit down and watch what's left of space Rocky. That should definitely be the game plan and he knows it, but then he's bumping gently up against the bulkhead and her and being smart about this is-- hard. Last time (if he even lets himself think about last time) was different. Josh was gone, he'd been wasted and feeling it (the blood and the emptiness of the ship). So yeah, it should be easier to just vote for getting off the ceiling.

Instead Aidan's grin settles, quirking absently into something less broad and more secret. The corner of his mouth pulls faintly. His fingers shift against hers and he shrugs, easy, glancing to her mouth and back to her eyes in a way that might almost be unconscious (it's not).

"I'm open to suggestions."

"Yeah?" Kate maintains eye contact as his shifts, and as her grip on his shirt releases. Fingers tensed as they careened into walls now uncurl and smooth across his shoulder instead, settling nearer to his neck, thumb along his collarbone. Her lips press into a smile, close-mouthed except for one corner hitched up, and her head tilts into a suggestion of a lopsided shrug.

"Well, I mean...I might have a couple," she says, her eyes dropping to his mouth in a look no more subtle than his, "But I did make you a promise. I'd hate to give you the impression I can't be trusted to keep them."

"Oh, well--" He makes a thin sound through his teeth. Shrugs. Whatever, right? Promises are totally made to be broken, Kate. "I mean look, nothing's set in stone right? I like to think I'm pretty forgiving."

He's not. Well, not usually. But this? Aidan shoots a glance to her mouth, absently tipping his head toward hers. It's a minute shift, but noticeable: draws the narrow distance taut. He could totally forgive this.

Good to know your stance on promise-keeping, Aidan. Kate lifts a brow as he claims to be forgiving, but it's a token tease and lowers as he inches nearer. "I mean, there's a pretty easy way around it," she says. She lifts and angles her chin toward him, shaving another fraction off the gap between them, and wets her lips with a flick of her tongue that looks way more calculated than it actually is.

"I only promised I wouldn't try to, soooo...." She lifts her eyes to meet his, and this time the bend in her brow is clearly invitation and challenge (and hoping he won't make her bitch about lack of initiative).

He won't. He might be a renown flake in more than a few notable instances, but there are certain opportunities Aidan makes a habit of not passing up. This? Totally one of them.

He grins - brief and flickering - and then shifts far enough to catch his mouth against hers. There's none of that tentative hovering or any of that, so call it whatever she likes but no: definitely not a lack of initiative as he kisses her.

Well, good. She was sort of regretting coming on too strong last time and determined not to repeat that mistake even if the opportunity to repeat that mistake happened to arise. So initiative is good. But almost as soon as his lips meet hers she pulls her head back the few inches to the ceiling behind her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I meant to watch Space Rocky," she deadpans, with another display of convincing eyebrow-acting, but this time spoiled by the twitchy smirk that tugs at her mouth, "Is that not what we were talking about?"

There's a momentary beat where a real flash of mortification - oh god were they talking about space Rocky? - flashes across her face. His mouth pulls, brow furrowing. "I--"

And okay, right. Don't give him that, Kate. He's kind of sensitive and gullible when it comes to kissing stuff. Aidan wrinkles his nose at her, the quirk of his mouth shifting into a lopsided grin. "Well I mean, sure," he says, playing along for all he's worth (to make up for being an idiot for a few seconds there). "Space Rocky. Way better than anything else we could be doing right now."

Oh my god Aidan. Kate hadn't expected him to actually buy it, and isn't sure whether to laugh or apologize at that (kind of endearing??) moment of panic. She elects to let the smirk widen into a smirky grin and play along back like she totally didn't notice even though it's pretty obvious that she did.

She drapes her arm casually over his shoulder, and has that look like she has a witty reply on the tip of her tongue, but fails to come up with anything that doesn't run the risk of being accidentally mean or isn't just nonsensical or lame, and after a couple seconds of discarding options in her head she gives up. "Way better," is all she says, and lest he have any fear she means it she says it pretty much against his lips as she kisses him.

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wow really i can't believe you're mocking this face

i can't believe anyone could NOT mock that face

wow very rude there's a fyeah tumblr dedicated to this face

i'm going to make one called fyeahsamwitwersfaceisweird.tumblr.com so there

wow so inconsiderate

that face is inconsiderate

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