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The hand cannon nervously turned over in the warlock’s hands as she felt the cool metal through her gloves. “Quite generous of you to let me take him for a spin, Cayde.”
Cayde gave her a small pat on the back. “There are a few people that I trust to take care of Ace right, so be grateful,” his tone was upbeat, “I’ve come to know you a lot better these days.”
“Then you should know,” she weighed Ace in her hands a little bit more, taking extra care not to drop it, “I am no good with hand cannons.”
“Amos, my girl, my amazing God slayer,” he placed a hand on her shoulder reassuringly, “there is nothing you can’t conquer.”
She smiled at Cayde with a newfound daring. “Alright, I’ll give it a shot.”
“Atta girl,” he took a few steps back and gestured at the paper target down the shooting lane. Amos readied her aim at the target, pointing at the head. “Hold on,” Cayde muttered, “your stance is a bit stiff. Mind if I…” he stepped behind her and gently placed his hands on her hips. His foot slid next to hers and pushed it out a little farther to his liking. Cayde tightened his grip on her hips. His hands were warm, warm with solar fire; just enough to make Amos feel it. She let out a small sigh at his warm touch. “Careful,” she muttered. A soft, purple blush dusted her cheeks.
With his hands still resting on her hips, he rested his chin on her shoulder, just barely touching her face. “Bashful, Guardian?”
Amos tried to focus on the target, but Cayde was making that awfully hard. It’s no secret that at least half the tower had some sort of thing for Cayde, at one point or another. Amos was no exception. Cayde could tell she was distracted, and took full advantage; he pulled her hips closer and turned up the heat. A soft, orange glow reflected off the metal surface of the counter in front of them. “Steady your breathing, and focus,” he moved a hand slowly up to hers holding the gun, keeping contact as his solar fire sent tingles up her spine.
“I am, a bit distracted at the moment,” Amos huffed. The blush on her cheeks grew brighter with every passing moment. Cayde let out a soft chuckle and leaned back a bit, keeping his hands on her hips.
Yes, she was definitely distracted by Cayde’s advances; but other things weighed on her mind. She has been so busy in the aftermath of the Red War that she barely has time to take care of herself properly. She can’t remember when she has spent more than an hour at her apartment, let alone sit down for a meal. Her ghost has been on her case more and more lately to sleep properly these days, and while he has a point, the work can’t wait according to Commander Zavala.
Cayde’s voice broke her train of thought and pulled her attention back to the task at hand, “I’ve had my eye on you for a long time, Amos. I remember the first time you came to the tower, somehow making it here from the Tangled Shore. Who would have thought you would become so…” he sighed and brought his head back to her shoulder, “you’ve been putting in a lot of over time. Like, a lot. So much that even Shaxx is worried. And you know how hard it is to make the big guy worry.”
Amos put the gun down on the counter and chuckled. Her hand ran through her hair, tiredly brushing the dark blue strands from her face. “You know as much as I that there’s so much work to be done, and our numbers have dwindled drastically,” she leaned back into him and covered her face with her hands. “Commander Zavala as well as Ikora expect much of me. I can’t let them down.”
Cayde scoffed. To think that the vanguard, his own fireteam, would work someone this hard. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her there for a moment longer. “Jokes aside, Amos, you are the most impressive guardian I’ve seen in the tower for a long time. I’ll give ol’ Zavala a stern talking-to for ya,” he chuckled. “But, everyone deserves some time off. And I don’t know about you, Guardian,” warmth engulfed Amos in his sweet embrace, relaxing her muscles almost instantly, “but I could use some, too.”
The atmosphere changed in the room. Amos realized Cayde did not bring her here for private lessons, but instead… “Private lessons.” She found an odd pleasure in his sensual forwardness; she couldn’t think of the last time someone expressed interest in her. Perhaps she didn’t notice because her nose was always in a book or a gun always in her hand.
“I take it you didn’t bring me here for gun lessons?” she chuckled. Her eyes were closed as she let herself succumb to the solar light emanating from Cayde.
“Well, I’m letting you handle my gun, aren’t I?” He took the gun from the counter and waved it in front of her.
“Hm,” Amos was tired of fighting. For one day, at least, she wanted to feel like she was more than a killer. “If I were to handle your gun, I’d prefer your place.”
Cayde laughed and holstered his gun. “My pleasure.”