Dancin until dawn.

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[The hardest part about keeping a secret is the waiting around. Nick's better at surprises and delayed gratification than most, but even he's having a hard time keeping a lid on this one. It takes planning, though, setting up a really romantic evening, even one as juvenile and silly as this. Thankfully, between Ellie and the Vaultie's pack-rat tendencies, Nick's managed to set up something genuinely pretty nice.

Nick had thought about clearing out the upstairs, but the odds of Hancock just wandering up there were too high. Instead, he cleared out the floor below theirs and went to work. The decorations were top notch, he'd figured out how to get SNOW to play music down here. Had set up spotlights, metallic streamers, the whole nine yards.

No high school prom had ever looked more prom-like. Vaultie had even provided balloons.

He had the whole thing sewed up, prom, romantic food, he even wore the nice outfit that the Vaultie had given him. All he required now was Hancock.

Nick tried to remain inconspicuous as he meandered through the Old Statehouse, but he was dressed to the nines. The look Farenheit gave him was longsuffering, but she didn't say anything otherwise. When he finally got to Hancock's door--he knocked and adjusted his tie.]

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[Earlier this evening, Nick asked if Hancock was into vanilla and, by all accounts, set himself up for the wry look his paramour shot him. This question gets a cocked eyebrow from Nick and a huff of a laugh. His wits are working much quicker than they had been, what with all the liquid cooling happening.]

Am I good at multitasking?

[Asked the synth who was currently running no less than a thousand separate tasks through his CPU. He supposed that there was some nuance to be had in answering--his ability to multitask was directly inverse to how much of his attention Hancock was actively hoarding--but that's not what the ghoul means.]

Depends. [Nick's wry look goes openly curious as he comfortably lets the heat in him dissipate. His fans cut off, mid-sentence, because they're not necessary.] What've you got in mind?

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[ Hancock makes a mental bet with himself that the water is about to get a little warmer. He takes a moment to shift in his seat, turn so he can angle a coy little stare at Nick with his cheek still pressed to the synth's shoulder; he has no eyelashes to bat, but the motion triggers regardless as his grin tips towards saccharine-scandalous. ]

... You know what? You're a smart guy, pretty sure you can connect the dots. Walk back through what ya just said to me, and try and imagine a reason I might inquire about your ability to split your attention

[ He'll wait. Actually, he'll throw Nick a bone, here. ]

Here's a hint, Slick; I was lyin' about the question being unrelated

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[It takes Nick longer than he'd like to admit to put two and two together here. Hancock's wins that bet against himself when Nick does and his imagination runs a bit wild. He'd never actually considered that...largely because, up until recently, he'd never actually had a dick to use. He supposes it makes sense, people would have tried that sort of thing, but could he?

Nick's expression goes skeptical as he thinks it through.

His climax wasn't like Hancock's, insofar as he knew at least. He crashed because his processing was overtasked. He--wouldn't have the stamina for it all.]

Actually...I don't think I can pull that off. [Nick grimaces a little at the turn of phrase, but you get what he means, right?]

My...uh...ability to multitask is pretty tied to how flustered I'm not.

[chem_break]

[ On the one hand Nick is a detective, but on the other, he just figured out a fresh new fondness for oral sex, so Hancock supposes he can cut the guy some slack for his processing time here. The silent moment Nick catches on is beautiful to behold, and absolutely worth the wait for him to trip into the conclusion. Synth mechanics have a different language of arousal, but damn if he isn't a willing and eager student of the tongue.

The veto doesn't do a damn to sour the ghoul's post-rapture high spirits; he nods along in easy, empathetic understanding-- he cracks a grin at the particular phrase and smothers his snickers. ]

Fair enough. Always say, different strokes for different folks. Our To Do list is way too interesting for me to sweat the Do Nots. But hey, ya ever feel like livin' dangerously? I could go real slow, do my very best not to overwhelm ya.

But like I said, nothin' your not here for

[ A comfy sigh has the elated soul lounging, the back of his head resting cozily against Nick's clavicle. ]

This? Right here? This is... good. Real good. -Damn- good.

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I'm here for it I just...uh...don't hold out a lot of hope for my skills in that department.

[He's going to get too overwhelmed to do much, he knows it right now. Though, admittedly, Hancock would probably take great pride in being able to reduce him to the inability to perform. It's hard to say whether that would be fun or disappointing, but Nick's not opposed, not so long as it's with him.]

And yeah, it is.

[Nick drapes his good hand over Hancock's shoulder and lets the tips of his fingers dip into the water. He draws lazy circles on the surface, idly, as he basks in the moment.]

Tonight was just about everything I could have hoped for. Thanks for playin' along--getting dressed up and all.

...and, you know, agreeing to marry me. That's a pretty big one.

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I mean, there's gotta be something in the bedroom department you're not freakishly good at, probably help me sleep better at night to find it. You know how hard it is to remain gracious when you're so consistently outclassed?

[ Hancock would absolutely consider it a point of pride to be able to reduce Nick to a state of pleasure-shocked immobility; the bragging rights alone are worth any physical stimulation it could 'cost' him. It's a fun thought to play around with though, and if Nick's down? Eh, the ghoul chucks 'one shy of seventy' solidly in the 'Maybe Later' category.]

You sure pulled out all the stops, hard not to rise to the occasion. You put alot'a heart into... pretty much everything ya do. Especially for me. How's a guy not supposed to fall in love?

[ As blissed out comfortable as Hancock is lounging in the freshly heated water against Nick's chest, this particular breed of affection insists he get closer; he's still degrees more careful with his motions, not wanting to cause an errant splash as he shifts. The semi-weightlessness of being half-submerged makes it easier than usual to climb into Nick's lap and set a thigh on either side of his hips.

Facing his fiancée directly, Hancock can gaze dreamily into Nick's glowing halo eyes as he speaks: ]

So ya don't gotta thank me for bein' a little theatrical, cuttin' the rug with ya or lovin' ya. All comes naturally to me.

[ Cue adoring forehead bump. ]