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Aug. 6th, 2013 07:56 pmstriker_eurekaHercules is the type of man to wear clothing that doesn't quite fall within regulation guidelines — nowhere in the PPDC rulebook does it say that leather boots like his or henleys and heavy canvas vests are within uniform regulations — so seeing him in civvies is no real surprise for most people around the 'dome.
Usually his civvies aren't quite as...suggestive, though. It's nothing overt, but someone as powerfully built as Hercules can wear a burlap sack and make it seem sexy if he tries, so the well-worn jeans that hug his thighs and make his ass look like that of a man twenty years his junior are a little indecent. As is the tight olive-drab tee shirt he's wearing, his dog tags disrupting the way it stretches across his chest. He's taken to wearing Chuck's bomber jacket most days when he needs to leave the 'dome, but since he's making an effort for them to have some semblance of privacy on this outing, he's left it behind and is wearing the old, worn leather jacket he got when he was still in the RAAF.
It could be purely psychological, but dressing in clothes he hasn't really worn since peacetime makes him feel...much more at peace.
Max is off with Tendo, which means he's got nothing to do while he waits for Mako to show up; nothing to do, that is, but run his hand absently over his vintage Waratah motorbike.
Usually his civvies aren't quite as...suggestive, though. It's nothing overt, but someone as powerfully built as Hercules can wear a burlap sack and make it seem sexy if he tries, so the well-worn jeans that hug his thighs and make his ass look like that of a man twenty years his junior are a little indecent. As is the tight olive-drab tee shirt he's wearing, his dog tags disrupting the way it stretches across his chest. He's taken to wearing Chuck's bomber jacket most days when he needs to leave the 'dome, but since he's making an effort for them to have some semblance of privacy on this outing, he's left it behind and is wearing the old, worn leather jacket he got when he was still in the RAAF.
It could be purely psychological, but dressing in clothes he hasn't really worn since peacetime makes him feel...much more at peace.
Max is off with Tendo, which means he's got nothing to do while he waits for Mako to show up; nothing to do, that is, but run his hand absently over his vintage Waratah motorbike.
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Date: 2013-08-09 04:03 am (UTC)He turns his wrist over in her grip and squeezes her fingers, smiling up at her for a moment and winking before he ducks his head and goes back to what he was doing. Namely, nosing into dark curls, huffing warm air against her skin until he finds her clit and can give it a little lick hello.
That accomplished, he sets to exploring her with his lips and his tongue, mapping out every inch of her and taking detailed mental notes about what she does and doesn't like.
Boy is he glad he shaved.
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Date: 2013-08-13 01:24 am (UTC)"Hercules--"
His name is choked out, gasped, cried -- there's not one word to describe all the way that she calls his name as he explores her, leaving no stone unturned.
There's a few strangled swear in Japanese to accompany his name, but mostly -- it's incomprehensible babble that isn't really intelligible.