dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[foolmetwice]

[. . . HUFFS!!]

Everyone says that. Shouldn't it be more like. . . sexy?

[rollplayinghouse]

You can be both. Do you still need some convincing that you're sexy?

[foolmetwice]

[laughs, and his arm slings around her waist, coming to rest there in a loose half-hug]

. . . nah. Think I got the message.

[a beat]

Several times over.

[rollplayinghouse]

Good.

[drops a quick, open-mouthed kiss on his shoulder]

I know you can be dense, but I'm willing to beat this one into you as many times as necessary.

[foolmetwice]

[a soft snort, and his ears flick a bit]

I'm not dense-- [YOU ARE DENSE, MARS]

I'm fussy.

[rollplayinghouse]

You can be both of those too.

[foolmetwice]

Dense, fussy, cute, sexy. . .

. . . guess this means I wear many hats.

[rollplayinghouse]

[ruffles his hair]

A man of many talents.

[foolmetwice]

[streeeetches a bit, back arching like a cat's]

That makes me sound way cooler than I actually am. . .

[rollplayinghouse]

A man of several talents? I can verify at least a few.

[foolmetwice]

[a snort as he settles down again]

I'd ask you to verify them for me but I bet you'll just say nice things about me and it'll be really embarrassing.

So let's not.

[rollplayinghouse]

Alright. I'll spare you.

[more pets]

[foolmetwice]

Mmm. . .

[his eyes flutter shut as he tilts his head into that]

. . . so, hey. . .

[???]

[rollplayinghouse]

[drags her fingers over his scalp]

Yeah?

[foolmetwice]

This is. . . a dream, right?

[way to kill the mood Mars!!]

[rollplayinghouse]

[her hand stills]

...Does it have to be?

[that's not how dreams work Maki]

[foolmetwice]

[a small huff, smile a bit wry]

If it already is, I don't think we have much of a choice in the matter.

[rollplayinghouse]

...

[turns a little more towards him]

I don't want you to go.

[foolmetwice]

[props himself up on his elbow, his tail uncurling from her ankle so it can glide up the outside of her leg, fur soft]

I'm not going anywhere. Not right now.

[rollplayinghouse]

[she twitches slightly from the brush of the fur, though her body is still worn out enough that it doesn't tickle as much as it could.

And she turns her face into the mattress sulkily.]

You will. You'll wake up.

[foolmetwice]

Or you'll wake up first.

[he reaches out again, palm gliding across her back]

I think this one is yours. Aquariums aren't really—

[my thing, he says, gaze flickering up]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She shifts under his touch, enough to look at the glass walls.]

I'm not into aquariums either.

[...]

But I did... mention something like this as a hypothetical love hotel room, I guess.

...And I... had an 'underwater kiss' square, for bingo...

[foolmetwice]

[with amusement, ears swiveling forward]

So it's on your mind?

[tracing her spine with his fingers now, which of course means he is also tracing the line of her scales]

[rollplayinghouse]

[The scales are warm, textured and slightly slippery. The touch makes her relax more, flattening against the mattress.]

I guess it must be.

[Though their surroundings... waver slightly around them, as she becomes more conscious of the dream-nature of them.]

[foolmetwice]

[pauses as their surroundings start to waver, mouth turning downward into a frown]

Hey.

[scoots closer towards her, hooking one of his legs with her own so he can press up right next to her]

. . . said I wasn't going anywhere. Not yet.