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"There is NO MERCY in war, soldier!" She screeched, getting far too excited to be safe as she continued her merciless assault. Her hands, still tickling, slid down to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up until his stomach was exposed. She bent down and raspberried the hell out of it; and the maturity level of the moment plummetted to it's lowest depths.

Maebe's hands stilled at the sheer pathetic power of that whine, and she fell on top of him, laying there to catch her breath as she giggled triumphantly. She didn't even want her prize, or any sort of admittance of defeat. Whatever had just happened was far too much fun, and all she wanted in that moment was to bask in the glow of excitement and joy that laughter had allotted her. It was so rare and precious, nowadays. She took the moment to treasure it, stilling against his stomach and pressing her ear against it in order to hear it rumble.

It was his fault for adding that little bit at the end.

She crawled up until her face was in front of his, noses pressed together as she glared down at him with narrowed eyes.

"Dawson Grace." She growled out hungrily. "Tell me where the goods are, or I'll just eat you up instead."

Why wasn't he giving in to her?

She switched to another tactic, her lower lip sliding out thickly to pout with every ounce of cuteness her expression could muster. If threat did not break him, certainly sweetness could do the trick.

"Dawsooon." She whined, bopping her nose against his. "Pleaaaase?"

She let out a tiny squeal of victory, and pushed herself up to sit on his chest. "Anything you say, boss."Of course, she'd probably eat his cheese puffs. Or at least a handful of them. There was no real way to tell Maebe not to do something, and not expect her to do it.

She did not seem like she was moving off of him, however - an action that would have needed to occur in order for him to actually show her the stash. She looked comfortable, sitting there, likely hindering his ability to breathe freely. She looked like king of the mountain.

And felt a little like it, too.

She tumbled off of him, and giggled when she fell to the ground, landing splayed on her back. She stared up at the ceiling, still smiling, still breathing, and still, she did not make a move to find the elusive snacks she'd worked so hard for. Instead;

"I'm leaving."

It was abrupt and unannounced. "I've been assigned to a mission on my own for once. So. I wanted to tell you. Because I don't go missing for weeks without letting someone know where I've been."

Or at least, she wouldn't, anymore.

She laughed, and there was relief hidden in it. "No, thank God. I think whoever's in charge of assigning people know I'm like, the worst person to send on anything important. It's really basic. They haven't given me the details yet, I get them in the morning, but it's some reconnaissance mission. Probably completely ordinary. It's just my first time out on my own, is all." Her relieved laughter was long gone. "Usually, they'd send me on missions with you know who."

And usually, he was the one saving her a**. She'd only returned the favor once.

Just once.