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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[crossmyheartandhope]

No, that's, uh - I'm good, this is - good. If you need help anyway, I can - I don't mind.

But, like -

[He hesitates.]

I don't wanna, like. Boss you around into doing something you for real don't wanna do. Okay?

If you don't think you're gonna be into it, like - even a little? Just say "pass," and we'll do something else instead. That's your first order. Okay?

[unbr8kable]

Okay.

[And she looks fairly relieved with that, though no less self-conscious]

That's, uh, one of the reasons I wanted to ask you... I figured you'd be--minimally dickish about it.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... I'm gonna do my best.

[He hesitates - reaches out to take her hand and give it a squeeze.]

I know it's gonna be, like - weird. But I don't want it to be uncomfortable weird. Y'know? So for real, lemme know if it's too much.

[He falls quiet for a couple seconds, thinking it through.]

[Then, haltingly:]

Okay. I figure, there's two ways we can do this. Way one I can just like... come up with the easiest stuff I can think of that falls in that kinda category. I'll try not to be, like - pushy, or go too hard or nothing.

Way two, you can go and grab a blank card from out there, and I can just, like - go down the list. Kinda randomize it, y'know? Leave it up to chance.

What do you think? Second order is, uh - lemme know your opinion.

[unbr8kable]

[Squeezes back, hand a little clammy. However, when she eventually speaks, her voice is strong]

...We done some pretty weird stuff before already, right? So...you can pick what you want. If you wanna go easy, that's fine...or if you wanna go hard, that's also fine.

I trust you to have my back, so I can trust you with the rest, too. ...Master.

[The title is kind of hesitant on her tongue, as if she's uncertain what she thinks of it...as if she's uncertain what he thinks of it.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[If his expression's any indication, he's not sure what he thinks of it. Some combination of flustered and uncertain and - somewhere in there, though he's doing his best to quash it down - a spark of bright interest.]

[He swallows, hard, and glances away.]

O-okay, uh. I guess. I guess I better start giving orders for real.

Uh.

[It takes him a couple of seconds, to think of something; the line between what he wants and what he feels is actually appropriate to ask of her seems like a wall lined with barbed wire, only he's not quite sure where it is, and he doesn't especially want to end this with either of them bleeding.]

...how bout. How bout you take off your coat...?

[unbr8kable]

...Okay. Uh, sir.

[She looks away, unbuttoning the trenchcoat from the top down. A beat, then she shrugs out of the sleeves.

Beneath she's wearing a girls' school uniform--perhaps she'd swapped with Wednesday or Yugi--or perhaps this particular uniform was never meant for students to wear, given the length or lack thereof. The white and red sailor top ends high on her midriff, while the navy pleated skirt barely covers her rear, much less the faint scarring running down her left hip.

She shifts, hesitating before leaving the coat balled in one hand rather than hiding behind it]

...'Kay, now what?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It takes him - a good couple of seconds to force himself to stop staring. His cheeks are dark, and his eyes skitter down and sideways, looking for somewhere safe to land. He hadn't expected it to be quite that revealing.]

Uh. Okay. I guess. I guess, come over here? And like, go down on one knee...?

[unbr8kable]

Don’t tell me this’s what I had to do to get knighted.

[She’s pleased with how steady her voice stays, and she tosses the jacket to the side rather than keep it to jitter in her hand. No one had asked her not to make a mess, after all. So she walks over, head high, and goes to one knee. Which is fairly breezy with the short skirt, but other than swallowing, tries not to show it, hands resting on the floor beside her as if perched at a starting line.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... it's kinda like getting knighted, I guess...? Gotta do the oath thing, anyway.

[He still can't quite bring himself to look - but he holds out a hand toward her, going for regal and not quite pulling it off.]

You ready to, uh. To swear... fealty, or whatever? To your master?

[unbr8kable]

[Takes the hand, impulsive, and kisses his knuckles. Even from that distance he can probably feel how warm her face is]

My life is yours. ...Master.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His cheeks go darker at the press of her lips to his knuckles. He's very, very away of that small brush of warmth against his skin.]

[He hesitates - hesitates longer.]

[Reaches out, with the other hand, to touch the side of her face, gentle, and tip her chin up so that he can gauge her expression, checking to make sure if they're still okay.]

[unbr8kable]

[Now he can definitely feel how her face is burning. She doesn't let herself lean into the touch, but glances up at him with a tiny, sheepish smile. Then she drops her gaze, voice going more playful]

...Don't believe me? I've done okay at listening so far, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah. Yeah, you been real good, so far.

[The hand on her face trails upward - rests on the crown of her head for a moment, and strokes his fingers through her hair.]

That was a hell of an oath. Okay, uh... you can stand up, again.

[unbr8kable]

[She bows her head further instead, though it's hard to tell whether it's an attempt to cover how her flush deepens or just giving him better access to her hair. Either way, she is slow to rise.]

You don't think you deserve it?

[It's tough to see her true expression with her head bowed, but her voice is still playful]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Oh. Well... if she's staying put, he might as well make it time well spent. His fingers stroke softly through her hair - hesitate, then follow the path down to the side of her head, before coming up to stroke again.]

I think -

I think anyone who got a promise like that from you should count themselves pretty damn lucky.

[Which is not quite the answer to the question she asked, but. Maybe close enough?]

[unbr8kable]

Damned right they should.

[Except it comes out just a little shaky, because it feels so terribly nice to be touched like that--familiar in a way she doesn't usually let herself be with him outside of extenuating circumstances like bad games or bad luck. This is the sort of feeling you can get too used to, but no point in even pretending she'd pull away.

...Besides, she doesn't have to, her master can praise her as he sees fit. (The answer was close enough.)]

So...what're you gonna do with it?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Now his voice edges over into playful; if she glances up, there's the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.]

What? You saying it's a no go just to do this for fifteen minutes?

[His hand hasn't let up the petting; one of his fingers twines around a strands of it, gentle, on the way down.]

[unbr8kable]

If I doze off in here wearing this I am definitely gonna kick your ass once I wake up.

[She sticks out her tongue, though makes no further attempt to make him stop]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Hey, that any way to talk to your master?

[He doesn't let the words dissuade him, though - a minute, or maybe two - then, gradually, he eases up.]

...you want a change of pace, though, we can do a change of pace. I won't put you to sleep or nothing.

C'mon and stand up again.

[unbr8kable]

It's definitely one way to talk to him.

[Her expression is soft, though, far too much so to properly counter. Instead she just gets to her feet, standing facing him]

Let's see what you got, boss.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...not a whole lot?

But, like. I kept seeing this one square floating around. And like...

[He hesitates.]

...how you feel about giving the whole massage thing a try?

[unbr8kable]

[She cocks her head]

You want one?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean. Like I said, you can pass.

If that's not your jam, there's always a door number two.

[unbr8kable]

[Shrugs]

No guarantees on quality, but should be easy enough.

[Pauses, considers how this starts when you aren't already in bed]

Um... Man, I just dressed you, but you wanna take some of that off? Uh, I mean, you don't have to, just don't want it to be constricting or nothing...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The blush had gone away; now it rushes back in to darken his cheeks as his ducks his head.]

...yeah. Sure. You wanna, uh -

I mean.

[He remembers - clears his throat.]

I command you to help me out here.