dreampost: even more after dark edition (III)

[wotanon]

[ AGAIN, but this time it's future is now's fault,

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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[unbr8kable]

[She successfully goes from having her arms stuck in her shirt to her arms stuck in her shirt half over her face, so congratulations? Whether or not he looks, there's plenty of bare midriff under his fingers, warm and firm and covered in the odd scar here and there as he trails up her ribcage.

Eventually she squirms away with a little squeak, attempting to escape his tickles without unraveling the blanket, all while still caught awkwardly in her shirt like a toddler, which is about as effective as you might imagine]

--Cross! N-not fair!

[crossmyheartandhope]

S-sorry - sorry, just. Hold still for a sec, kay? I'll try to, like -

[He does look properly, this time, so he can figure out how to do this without touching her too much - rushes through it, face bright red, trying to pull her free]

[unbr8kable]

[Probably one arm needs to go through the bottom and the other out through the top, and trying to do both at the same time seems to be how she ended up in this predicament. Being on this side of the damp fabric he can probably work out a plan of action, at least--lift the fabric and tug on that elbow(?) here, or push that...wrist? through the shoulder strap to be able to slip out there... "Too much" touching is a personal gauge, but probably he can make something happen...?

She helps, by which of course I mean that she complains a lot and squirms around when he swipes over her sides by mistake (or not mistake, it's not like she can tell)]

Just--push or something...? My arm's like falling out of its socket here!

[(this is not true, it is not that type of dream)]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He does the best he can - lifts the fabric and tugs the elbow, and attempts to guide the wrist through the shoulder strap, not both at once, but one at a time. It takes more touching than he really planned on, and he has to actually look to make sure it gets done, but, probably she will become free,]

[unbr8kable]

[She certainly can't see what he's doing, only feel at being poked and prodded and tugged, again like a toddler, but perhaps one that rolled around in half-eaten oatmeal and you don't wanna get it on your fingers. At any rate, she stops struggling (since it's not as though it's helping) and just waits to be freed, head low]

....

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Manages it, finally, and pulls the camisole up and over.]

[He ducks his head, to keep from staring, cheeks warm - leans out of the blanket just enough to hang the shirt out to dry with the rest of their clothes.]

...sorry. Wasn't trying to tickle you.

[unbr8kable]

Yeah, it... Don't worry about it...

[Curls up, hiding her face in her knees, casual]

Thanks, I guess...

[crossmyheartandhope]

You were stuck pretty good.

Mighta been easier if you really had froze solid, then I coulda just chipped you out or something.

[He's sitting very still, very determinedly not looking her way]

[unbr8kable]

That definitely seems less easier...

[Shifts a little, folding her arms]

...Is it less cold, at least?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Pretty sure that's my line. The whole point was to warm you up some.

[unbr8kable]

Yeah. I mean--I woulda been fine. But...yeah, it's a little better.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...okay. Okay, cool. That's the most important part.

[unbr8kable]

I guess?

[The wind whips outside, whistling through the eaves and gusting through the crack under the door. Nemesis huddles forward with a sigh, chafing her hands against her lower legs]

Guess it's really storming out there...

[crossmyheartandhope]

For real. We'd've been screwed if we didn't find this place.

...you think we're gonna have enough wood for the fire?

[unbr8kable]

...Guess we'll find out.

You doing okay?

[crossmyheartandhope]

You know me, dude, I'm always half-froze.

This is like business as usual.

[unbr8kable]

Hah... Scoot in, then. More empty space means more cold air can get in.

[crossmyheartandhope]

That how that works?

[He hesitates a beat, and then does indeed scoot in a little]

[unbr8kable]

Something something heat loss. I know you don't wanna get girl cooties, but I got 37 whole degrees and you're wasting them.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Scoots in a little closer, and tugs the blanket in around their shoulders]

How's that? Better?

[unbr8kable]

Is it what you want? --Not what you think you can get away with, or what you think I might want or anything like that. 'Cause I don't mind...

[Darts a glance at him, then looks away, cheeks dusky]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Makes a startled, half-choked little noise, instantly bright red]

Wh- what?

[unbr8kable]

What?

[crossmyheartandhope]

What what? Like...

For... getting warm or whatever...?

[unbr8kable]

Yeah, or whatever.

[Shifts, careful]

I-I mean, you don't gotta, if you're good like this. Just, you can, if you want.