dreampost: even more after dark edition (II)

[wotanon]

[ ONCE MORE, WITH FEELING!

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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open for business

[earthquaked]

[ Wherever you were before, you open your eyes now and you're in a... jungle? It's dark, but in a comforting way, with fireflies and the soft noises of crickets somewhere in the distance-- yes, definitely comforting, and definitely not the flash of yellow, predatory eyes somewhere in your peripheral.

Anyway, it's also really warm... which would likely be the fault of the natural spring of hot water just a stone's throw through the plant life, gently illuminated by the moon above.

There's a very nude Nychta here, half-draped against the edge with her arms crossed.

... actually, you're naked too, how'd that happen? Oh well. ]

[softlyfalling]

[ request MILD (largely gentle):
You find yourself at an outdoor mountain onsen—it's night, and the only sound is quiet bubbles forming in the water, and the light mountain breeze through the firs.

There's a splash, and Shrike slips into the water across from you, in the nude, and then relaxes into the water before looking up, faintly surprised, to see you there.

request SPICY (cw: potential gore/blood/etc):
Is this the house or some new game or some terrible twist on mistletoe? Because you're locked in a room with Shrike, compelled by—rules? ghosts? status effects? brainworms?—to fight to the death with these stupid gold spears, but also for some reason you have to kiss first in order for a kill to count?

listen, it's dream logic, roll with it. so how's that fight going for you? ]

[ yeah, uh, MILD it is ]

[wonderlandgirl]

[Well, if it's an onsen it's okay, right...?

[They're both girls, so this is totally normal: it's no stranger than going to the baths in the dorms and finding Glacies there, or Glacies finding her there, or something. It might even be nice to have the company.

[So it must be the heat from the spring that's making her blush a little. This isn't weird.

[She's not making this weird, is she?]

she’s babie,

[softlyfalling]

[ it’s not weird!!

or, well, when you spent most of your life in the military and are also a bisexual disaster you learn to chill a little bit, so—she only is startled for a brief moment to see she’s got the company of a friend. ]

Ah—I guess I should have expected to have company out here on such a beautiful night. It’s calming, isn’t it?

Re: she’s babie,

[wonderlandgirl]

Mm... I thought maybe a bath before - sleeping... so maybe it might relax me a bit?

[Mmmmaybe.

[This is completely normal though!! so she can breathe easy, right? She settles back against the onsen wall and tries to look calm. No. Calm.

[She smiles.]

It's really pretty.

[softlyfalling]

Ah, isn’t it? It’s nice after a long day.

[ she sinks down a little further in the water, comfortably; the steam doesn’t entirely conceal the muscular outline of her body, or the scars that litter most of it.

oh, but— ]

...oh, but you’re not having trouble sleeping, then, are you?

[wonderlandgirl]

[Yes sinking down seems good right now. It's warmer that way, too...

[It's not weird to - look at her that way, is it? They're talking, it'd be rude not to look. But, if she looks--]

Oh, no...! It just seemed like the best time to do it? Because it's not like I have to - do anything, afterward. I can just relax and do nothing and get a good rest...

What about you? Are, um... you okay?

[At least the bit where she's still blushing can be blamed on the steam from the bath.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Tis the season, probably.]

[At least, there's mistletoe all over the place, and your phone has some rules up on it. It looks like there's a sliding scale for points, this time, based on what exactly you do under the mistletoe.]

[Hurricane's busy helping himself to the hot chocolate, though. Priorities are priorities.]

[irregular]

[Oh look: again and again and again. What is originality we're in a ratings trough or something.

[At least there's gingerbread. And hot chocolate.

[And, apparently, Hurricane--

[Yup. Here we go again. You don't even really mind that last detail do you, K, actually let's try very hard not to acknowledge that bit you are totally here for the free food, yeah that's it. Free food.]

We really did just do this one. Definitely.

[crossmyheartandhope]

For real.

And now they're back to the rating scale thing, too.

[irregular]

Rating... is that a thing?

[K takes a quick look at his phone; he feels himself color, and wonders if he can blame it on the drink.]

Okay, wow. That's... kinda in-depth?

[crossmyheartandhope]

They, uh. They did it before, once. More points for a longer kiss, or whatever.

Looks like they took that idea and ran with it.

[irregular]

Off a cliff, by the looks of it. I swear this thing's only meant to be for kissing, not...

[all of the rest of it.]

So much for this being an easy one.

[unbr8kable]

[At the other side of the refreshments table, voice very flat]

They're just getting lazy, this time. Usually there's at least solid rules.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Maybe they're all too busy coming up with the rules for the next simulation game or whatever.

[unbr8kable]

Those barely had any rules either, it's really like they just're giving up.

Seriously, so long's I'm under this thing, I should be able to do literally anything since it'll get somebody hot and bothered, right?

[Points up at the mistletoe conveniently located overhead]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Jeez... when you put it that way, just about anything's on the table.

[unbr8kable]

Make sure you drink that hot chocolate sexy. Or--you bring any heels? People're totally into that kink.

[theyregooddogs]

[John is seated in an old worn chair in front of a crackling fire with two fingers of whisky in a glass that he keeps slightly tilting from side to side. There is another chair to his left along with a small table that has a half-empty bottle of whisky and another glass set out.]

[Yes, that is the invitation.]

[mind_blown]

[treating this like a mid-fuck meme.

they can chat as they get down.

but for the moment, the room is nondescript. a little grungy, but nothing that would immediately throw anyone off as "this is not a good place to have sex."

and Jason is already shirt off, going down on your neck.]

[softlyfalling]

[ her shirt's unbuttoned, one bra strap falling down her shoulder, head tilted back and to the side. she makes a sharp little sigh, running her hands up over his chest, even though— ]

We, ah... we should, probably... nn...

[mind_blown]

[he'll catch up in a moment, honestly, because he hasn't registered the who so much. hasn't really thought about it. his teeth nip lightly against her skin, and his hand runs up her side, before squeezing the cup of her bra.]

Hm?

[though he's not really asking, as he sucks on her skin]

[softlyfalling]

[ she makes a soft sound in the back of her throat, and then snakes her ankle around his calf, pulling him a little closer. ]

We—nn, is this really all right, but...

Fuck, I just want you to keep doing that.

[mind_blown]

Which part?

[her first question, he glosses over, at least for now. it's something that didn't jive well with the heat in the room. as she pulls him closer, he snakes his other hand behind her back, undoing her bra with a twitch of the fingers.

his breath spreads across the wetness on her neck, hot and heavy]

The biting?

[and then his hand on her breast pushes the fabric of her bra out of the way]

Or the grabbing...?

[softlyfalling]

Ah—all of it—

[ her voice comes husky near his ear, and she breathes out in a slight whimper at his hand on her breast; her hands drift down for her fingers to hook themselves in his belt loops, thumbs tracing over the skin just above his waistband. ]

I'm—definitely overthinking this.