[His attention's further ahead up the street – ever alert when the two of them are out together like this, always scanning for movement in the dark or for a sign of potential threats – when her arms go around his neck. If that doesn't bring his attention back solely on her, the kiss certainly does – long, drawn out, a reminder that there's more than just one way to keep warm on a frosty winter's night like this. He turns to the brief embrace, slipping his hand around the small of her back and lacing his fingers through the other's.
Adam snorts. He's been accused of being a lot of things– but coy's a new one.]
Some day you're going to have to tell me how it is you do that.
[You know – always getting people to do what she wants. He's going to go ahead and attribute that to some mysterious talent she's got, anyway. Better that than to admit that maybe he's just kind of a pushover when it comes to her. Give her an inch and she'll take a mile – that'd been his initial assessment of her the first time they'd met. He hadn't been wrong.
She pulls back, meeting a second or two's resistance before he obligingly withdraws his hands, resting them instead on her hips. He's silent for a moment further, meeting that challenging look in her eye with his own gaze. Green-gold, slightly reflective even in the dim street light– and saying everything he can't say with words.
No use pretending; with his eyeshields drawn back, he might as well be an open book to her. His reply – when it finally comes – is in a low, quiet murmur.]
Sooner we get you back to your place, sooner we can see if I pass muster.
[She chews her lip, clearly pleased with both of his responses. It's when he's like this that she forgets he's the agent that no one really seems to want to mess with, that no one really knows too much of. She'd rather have him like this, in her arms, and then some that could really only be described by her so-called lack of imagination.
And even with all of his robotics, he's still clearly human, so easy to read and easy to know what he's thinking once he lets his eyes show from behind the lenses. Much how she sees his eyes more than most, he sees this side of her almost exclusively. Wasn't it only months ago she was so adamantly against having anyone be close to her?
How easy that changes once someone gets under your skin and happens to be in your space almost all the time.]
You're driving, mister never drunk. It's all on you.
[Isha leans in again to kiss the curve of his jaw, dropping her voice when she pulls back.]
And that's a trade secret.
[One that he'll never likely figure out, outside of the fact that she freely exploits what little she's given. In his case? An excess of physical touch and affection.
Not that she suffers when she kisses him and runs her fingers through his hair, of course. Maybe, quite possibly, she does it because she wants to, because she actually likes doing these things and not for some sort of endgame? The world may never know.
Adam does have one thing that most others don't: an inkling of how she operates.
How she's operating right now is the same exact way he's operating: there are more fun alternatives to keeping warm on cold European nights.]
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[Though it's hard to know what actually is a terrible liar, given that all she does is compulsively lie and she happens to be very good at it.
She brings her arms around his neck, pulling him in close, nose to nose. She grins again, but then again, when is she not grinning?]
You know, you could try coming onto me for once instead of playing coy.
[The kiss she gives him now isn't just a simple peck on his lips. It's drawn out, just enough to tease before she pulls back.]
Come on, impress me. I know you can do it.
[Obviously she doesn't care if he's the toughest, most difficult and antisocial Aug cop she's ever met. He's under performance review at the moment.]
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Adam snorts. He's been accused of being a lot of things– but coy's a new one.]
Some day you're going to have to tell me how it is you do that.
[You know – always getting people to do what she wants. He's going to go ahead and attribute that to some mysterious talent she's got, anyway. Better that than to admit that maybe he's just kind of a pushover when it comes to her. Give her an inch and she'll take a mile – that'd been his initial assessment of her the first time they'd met. He hadn't been wrong.
She pulls back, meeting a second or two's resistance before he obligingly withdraws his hands, resting them instead on her hips. He's silent for a moment further, meeting that challenging look in her eye with his own gaze. Green-gold, slightly reflective even in the dim street light– and saying everything he can't say with words.
No use pretending; with his eyeshields drawn back, he might as well be an open book to her. His reply – when it finally comes – is in a low, quiet murmur.]
Sooner we get you back to your place, sooner we can see if I pass muster.
[Time to get in out of the cold.]
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And even with all of his robotics, he's still clearly human, so easy to read and easy to know what he's thinking once he lets his eyes show from behind the lenses. Much how she sees his eyes more than most, he sees this side of her almost exclusively. Wasn't it only months ago she was so adamantly against having anyone be close to her?
How easy that changes once someone gets under your skin and happens to be in your space almost all the time.]
You're driving, mister never drunk. It's all on you.
[Isha leans in again to kiss the curve of his jaw, dropping her voice when she pulls back.]
And that's a trade secret.
[One that he'll never likely figure out, outside of the fact that she freely exploits what little she's given. In his case? An excess of physical touch and affection.
Not that she suffers when she kisses him and runs her fingers through his hair, of course. Maybe, quite possibly, she does it because she wants to, because she actually likes doing these things and not for some sort of endgame? The world may never know.
Adam does have one thing that most others don't: an inkling of how she operates.
How she's operating right now is the same exact way he's operating: there are more fun alternatives to keeping warm on cold European nights.]