Yes And No From A Penguin Who Knows You Can Be Great!

Yes and no from a penguin who knows you can be great! 

Lewis Pullman in Outer Range (2x02)

"Silver linings." Mayaken repeated to himself. He recalled the phrase but just hadn't heard it enough to really catch the meaning of it. "I think you look amazing!" And he was being honest. The sweat just looked like stars lighting up his body in this lighting, he'd look like he'd fallen from the night sky itself.

Pulling up his phone, he adjusted the angle just right until he captured the singer in just the right light. "Just do what comes natural," he said not looking up from his screen to make sure that he didn't mess up the view he wanted. "If that's what you want to do." A smile came to his face, it was just so natural to joke around with Michael and he didn't want this night to end. This photo would be proof that he had left the house and his comfort zone for a night with an amazing person.

Counting Michael down, he took the picture on one and smiled at it before turned the screen for Michael to see.

"I mean, the stars are nice. I just like to but a happier spin on things. Silver linings, you know?" Michael shooks his head a little.

The question surprised him, eyebrows raised. "A pic of me? Sure....? I'm sure I look like a sweaty mess though, but if you really want to...." He trailed off into a chuckle. "But you better let me see it, okay??"

"What do you want me to do? Pose like one of those french girls?" He asked jokingly.

The only thing he got in response to her distance was a shrug as she anxiously held onto the throw pillow waiting to know if the character would make it out of this alive or add to the body count. "Being hunted isn’t horror enough?" Her voice was small as she waited, proverbially, on the edge of her seat. When she had sat down for a break from baking and agreed to watch a movie with him, this was definitely not what she thought he would put on. Now though she found herself needing to know how this ended.

Hearing the titles of the other movies, she glanced at him for a moment with a quizzical look on her face before returning back to the screen. "Research? This is supposed to help with some sort of research? What? How to write fantastical teleporting killers?" It felt ridiculous that this movie could help in any way in anything.

"I don’t even know how this is supposed to help you." Letting go of the pillow, her arms came up behind her to hold him, her eyes never leaving the screen. "You’re running around from the perspective of the victim the entire time. And obviously, there’s more than one killer in this, the logistics don’t add up. Even if one of them is an Olympic runner, covering that distance and the way things get cleaned up before anyone else shows up, shows that it’s more to an one person. It also goes to show that the person doing this knows the victim personally, they know everywhere they are going to be, they know the in and outs of the house, it only comes from someone personally knowing you or someone who has been watching you for months. And if you don't realize someone has been watching you for months...." She trailed off.

It infuriated her that the people also seemed to choose the very obvious dangerous choices on purpose as well, what was the point of this all? "I love you too," she stretched and leaned her neck backward to look up at him and give his chin a small kiss. "And don't forget it."

With a small sigh, she chuckled. "Well, the mini lemon bundt cakes are probably cool enough to ice now, but there is also something else I made for you that I am seriously debating not giving you now that I had to sit through that." Standing up, she stretched before making her way over to the kitchen. "You can help me ice the lemon cakes while I decide about it."

Wally chuckled softly as he got pillow smacked. "To be fair, technicalities, you didn't ask what we were watching." He situated the pillow back and sighed dramatically when she moved away, all the way to the other side of the sofa. "Now, you're too far away." Letting out a sigh he focused back on the television. "This is a dumb movie and don't really know why it classified as horror. They used that incredibly loosely." Wally was not one for the horror hoopla but this was also an assignment which he thought was fucking stupid but supposed this is what he got when he dared stand up to his boss. Turned out they frowned upon ones who dared to ask questions when things didn't add up.

"At least this isn't Saw or Final Destination." Those movies freaked him out the most. Something about mundane things taking you out were not his kind of movies. "We can watch something else. I think I got half of my research covered for the case anyway." Getting into the mind of a killer wasn't really his idea of fun but it was part of his assignment. He got up and walked behind the sofa to drape himself over her and pressed his chin on top of hers and whispered . "I love you. None of these idiots would stand a chance with you. My girl is the toughest woman in the planet." He lifted his chin off her head and looked over at the kitchen. "You think those treats I saw you baking earlier are ready?"

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Javier's hand run down his wife's body, slowly, as if traversing this terrain for the first time. His fingertips languishingly enjoying every single centimeter of skin they graced as they reached their final destination. With his lips on her neck, his teeth graze the soft skin before his lips kiss it. Whispering in her ear. "Is this what you want, my love?" Before he slowly slips in his fingers, a moan falling from his lips at how ready she is for him. "I want you to come for me, Aurelia. I want you to be as loud as you want for everyone to know when we walk these halls, who makes you make those sounds."

She lets out a yelping laughing sound as they suddenly switched positions, finding herself on her back as her legs wrap around his waist, though soon they fall open, feet on the bed as she feels his hand dip down between her legs.

Already she finds herself biting her lower lip, angling her head to give him easier access to her neck as she moans, "How could I tell you no?" she breaths, waiting with baited breath for him to do what she anticipated him to do.