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Val is INCREDIBLY SMUG.

SHE CAN HAS MAKEOUTS.

With the hottest fluffy-haired Irish guy on the damn planet (at least in her opinion, and that's the only one that counts).

Oh, and for the purposes of RP setting, she's sprawled in a huge comfy armchair in the Cooper living room, eating celery with peanut butter. What? It's a snack. Just don't ask where she got the celery. There might have been flying involved.

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Marley tries to lean down to kiss her. It doesn't really work - Height difference plus higher level makes for difficulties.

"We're going to need to swap positions if this is going to work."

"Hmm, point."

Fucking height difference.

Up goes Val. Down goes Mar. Yay tentacles! Also, yay lap! Because she is now sitting in his.

"Much better." Marley grins, sliding an arm around Val's waist.

"Hell yeah," she responds enthusiastically, snuggling into his lap and turning around a little to kiss him properly.

Suddenly that height difference seems very, very awesome. Because. Lap-based kisses are very, very awesome, and anything that enables them must naturally be viewed in a similar light.

"So," Marley murmurs, once they're done kissing. "Any interesting news? New supervillains? A swimming pool? Stuff like that."

"Nah. Same old, same old." Grin! "And you? Figured out where we're going on that date yet?"

"Not yet. Give me a little bit of time, here, I've not got much to work with." Grin.

"I can wait," says Val cheerfully. "Gives me time for more of this meanwhile."

'This' being kissing him, which is what she is now doing.

Marley is quite happy to go along with this.

There is glee!

Glee from all sides here, really.

At some point she also manages to turn completely around so that she's more straddling his lap than sitting in it.

Makes the kissing easier!

Shameless displays of affection in other people's living rooms are totally okay by Val.

Marley certainly thinks it's okay!

Also, may be sliding the other arm around her waist, too.

Val goes :D!

Lap-based Marley-kisses are BEST EVER.

"So." Marley leans back, grinning at her. "How's Steve settling in?"

"Pretty good, I hear. He's been fawnin' over his squidbaby a whole lot, so I ain't seen much of him."

He's also been emitting some suspiciously makeout-like noises from behind the closed door of his room occasionally, but Val isn't going to offer up that tidbit, because her shrewdest guess of who those makeouts have been with involves telling Marley the Big Secret, and she's betting Steve's not ready to be dragged kicking and screaming out of the closet.

Marley wrinkles his nose, a little.
"The squidbaby is creeepy."

"No argument here. And if he makes one more goddamn joke about how it's my long-lost cousin, I'm flying the little fucker back to the Pacific."

"... Well, he sort of has a point."

"Fuck you," she grumbles halfheartedly, ruffling his hair. "I'm not a goddamn slimy marine animal."

"But you do have tentacles. Sometimes."

"I'm surrounded by idiots," she declares theatrically, rolling her eyes.

But Val can't stay angry at him for long. It's mere seconds before the mask of disapproval cracks, revealing a tiny little giggle.