[ Vasquez angles his good arm towards Owen, not wanting to get into a talk about why there's an ugly scar over his other bicep, only stepping away so they can strip off pieces of what he's wearing, shoving it aside and leaning back in to connect again for another kiss.
He stumbles back towards the bed, but more importantly, towards the cabinets. Shoving his belt to the ground, he gestures wildly to it. ]
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He stumbles back towards the bed, but more importantly, towards the cabinets. Shoving his belt to the ground, he gestures wildly to it. ]
Lube, in there.