Luke and Jace Tycho had spent the better part of their adulthood living just a few blocks apart. In fact, as teenagers and even in their early twenties they'd lived in the same flat. It wasn't until both of them had those hilariously awkward run-ins with them walking in on them enjoying some private time with women they were dating that it'd seemed appropriate to finally branch out and find their own place. The boys begrudgingly did so, but it's not as if they didn't remain present in each other's lives. All the way up until Luke's death it was a fairly common occurrence for Jace to stop by for a Sunday dinner and hang out with Kiera and Luke. That in many ways made it both more and less awkward when Luke had passed. He didn't want to break that tradition, he wanted to support her. So he would stop by, they'd have dinner together. It wasn't intentional what came next. It was just a connection.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i><span style="font-size: 12px">Rest in Peace - A.D, 2351 - Luke Tycho</span><br/>
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</span></i>​</div><br/>It started out simple enough, to transitioning in from where they'd order food. To where one of them would make it, to where they'd make it together. To where they were playfully making each other taste the weird dishes they dreamed up or were their favorites. Meaningful connections were hard to come by, people were difficult to trust. He trusted Kiera, and one day he kissed her in her kitchen. Clutching the back of her neck with one hand, awkwardly at that. Half of his palm had pasta sauce on it so it was just the tips of his fingers pulling her into him. It became him tightening his muscular arm to use the crook of his inside elbow to drag her into his embrace. It was amazing, passionate, he could remember it like yesterday. She let him take her right there on the kitchen floor. He could also remember the pangs of guilt in his heart afterward. When he realized that it wasn't just sex. That he was connected to her and that he enjoyed and thrived in that connection. From there it just blossomed into it's own thing. It was love, maybe it always had been. Now it was love<i>realized</i>.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i>Jace Tycho</i><br/>
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</div></div><br/>After that they'd accepted it, what they felt. It's not that either of them stopped missing Luke, it was that they wanted each other beyond that support system. That even when they weren't talking about Luke, they were happy together. Jace had spent the better part of the afternoon daydreaming about when his shift would end and he'd be able to see Kiera. Not that he didn't love technology, quite the contrary, he did. Yet coding AI's were a poor substitute for human interaction. Freshly showered, hair combed neatly and dressed in casual clothing. He had made a beeline to Kiera's place. Taking a taxi, after all. Unless you felt like spending a small fortune it wasn't really normal to drive yourself in the overcrowded city. When he arrived at the front door, he'd been carrying the dessert. After all, she'd sent him a message that she would take care of the dinner and drinks.<br/><br/>When he passed the threshold to her place and heard the faint beat of the old melodies a smirk cascaded across his handsome face. He loved much about Kiera, the quirky taste in the early twenty-first century was definitely one of those things that he found fascinating. So with a strawberry cream pie in the one hand, he was pleasantly surprised to be caught off guard by his beauty rounding the corner in the stunning black garter and heels. The color offset to her slightly pale tone perfectly. He exhaled in a deep sigh, it almost had a rumble to it that was the human version of a masculine purr. That sound died quickly in his throat when their lips met. Free arm circled around her mid-section so that his fingers could splay against her bare spine, his touch warm. He instinctively tilted his head at the faintest angle to give her a better kiss, she could feel the light stubble along his chin when it brushed over hers. He didn't hesitate to give a physical response to her cheeky comment right before the kiss. Teeth gingerly capturing one of the ruby colored plush lips he'd grown to be so fond of. Holding it for a second at best before relinquishing. "How did I get so lucky, I must have been a saint in my past life.."<br/><br/>He used his free hand to grasp the beer bottle from her grip, he couldn't just not drink what his beauty took the effort of chilling and uncapping for him. Could he? So he brought it to his lips and took a long drink as if he were parched. Which, he suddenly was but it wasn't beer that was going to satiate his thirst. He didn't even bother hesitating or re-thinking his decision as he hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her with him. The motion was urgent, but not forceful. He was guiding her towards her bedroom. A genuine grin of affection appeared when he saw the rose petals. "... What'd they used to say in the 21st century? Right in the feels?" He teased as they walked. When passing the bar-top area of her kitchen he dropped off the dessert and beer without hesitation. Now that his hands were totally free he hooked his fingers in between hers and pulled her with him as he kept on the journey towards her bedroom. He loved hearing the click of her heels on the surface of the flooring. The petals of roses floating around their feet and ankles with the movement of their bodies. Despite it being a rarity to have floral arrangements in their area, it was still surprisingly fresh and he could smell the faint hint of the rose essence in the air as some petals were stepped on unintentionally. Releasing the flower's oils into the air in the process.<br/><br/>When they made it into her room, he pivoted on his kneel so that his back was to her bed. In that motion, he used the hand gripping hers to pull her torso into his. The soft dark cotton of his shirt rubbing against her barely hidden bust, lips found hers again for another kiss. This one was more urgent then the last, backed by the sordid thoughts that'd hit his mind when she sprung the thoughtful surprise. He continued to kiss her with urgency as he backpedaled his steps until he felt the edge of her mattress touch the back of his knees. He let their mouths separate and when it did, the faint wet sound of lips smacking was heard. Eyes opening again and this time a clearly hungry glimmer in them. "In here, I want to watch your pretty face and lips on me." The husky nature of his words were near gravely with need. Strong hands lifted to settle over her shoulders, his eyes drifting her frame briefly to fully appreciate the outfit she'd put on that literally made his loins twitch within the confines of his denim prison and cloth undergarments. Fingertips didn't hesitate to curl onto her shoulders and he pulled her towards her knees and the floor. The question wasn't whether or not he'd love to see her peering up at him from her knees. The question was whether or not he'd have the will power necessary to stop himself from fucking his hips towards her face after she started tasting him.