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[ !!
she sure did say the magic words, huh. barton's eyes round — she moves just a touch closer and he wonders if he's meant to take that as some sort of clue. sure, he has an outside voice all the time, but thankfully he speaks at decently average volume; he's excitable. ]
What happens when I lose? Gimme a hint!
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[Monts has an uncanny ability to get her way. She crosses her arms and then holds up two fingers.]
Start guessing Barton. Two more to go.
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Y'wanna arm wrestle me. [ this is definitely not it. he knows this is probably not it. the stakes are suddenly high. ] I see it in your eyes.
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[It could count as wrestling, maybe. She takes another step closer while putting down one finger.]
Last guess.
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[ speaking of close: monts.
but that throws him for a second. what in the ever loving hell tradition could involve a hanging plant and something arm wrestling adjacent. barton, by grace of it, looks like he's contemplating hard this time. ]
We... hug, each other?
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Sure, sure. I'll give you half a point for that one being the closest answer.
[Barton is loud, brash, and probably been through more than she could imagine. But somehow, whatever his life is like, it didn't stop him from being fun to be around, someone that made her smile from just being himself.
And that's more than enough for her to feel comfortable enough for what's next.]
But actually, you need to lean down a little for me now. You're so damn tall, you know that?
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[ barton's eyes round with surprise - especially when she takes his gloved hands into hers and the answer hits him proper. well, any less peacable results barton had hoped against; "hug," lamely as it may sound, was about as safely benign as he could manage. yet, this certainly not crossed his mind. ]
[ he bursts with quick laughter at the comment -- ]
Aah, heard that maybe once or twice.
[ he bends forward just slightly. though, sorry, monts; not quite low enough to make it perfectly easy, obviously. ]
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Really? I couldn't even be the first for that? Ah, well.
[Barton's not making it easier for her, but it makes putting one hand under his chin to draw him closer even more fun.]
But this... This is a first between us.
[And she intends to enjoy every second of it. Marianna leads him into a proper kiss, her lips pressing against his. It's warm and she tastes faintly of the last drink she had; bright cider, brown sugar, hints of other spices. She lingers to let him meet him at her pace or set another; who knows? This could lead anywhere.]
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even if he'd puzzled it out, to say monts catches him unawares would be understatement. he's certainly not displeased, starting with the way she pulls him down to her height, confidently lays one on him. he doesn't let his surprise stall him, though, savoring how soft her lips feel against his, his mouth pressing in with a little nudge of teeth.
his hand moves to the small of her back, fingers curling as he allows it to rest that there as he reflects on how she tastes (he's a strong coffee, probably went for something new he'd seen on the menu — salted caramel or something). he uses his leverage to pull her nearer to compensate as he leans back, his gaze travelling from her mouth to back to her eyes, his own matching the brightness of hers. ]
You got me there. [ bested him with surprise he chuckles, the sound rich and low, and his tone tempted: ] Could be a lotta firsts for us in the future, Monts.