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]

[Stays flopped where she is, then, though it's apparently not any less cold pressed flush against him from her reaction]

Who's a regular citizen? Everyone knows you're a known sock thief with a shaky at best knowledge of traffic laws.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dude, rude. I only got a couple pairs of your socks. That's like nothing, next to most clothes dryers.

[unbr8kable]

Couple pairs! I thought you only had like three, total!

[crossmyheartandhope]

Well, we traded the one. Then you left another pair, and I washed em for you, but I forgot to give em back and they were clean, so...

[unbr8kable]

Wow. ...You know the underwear drawer magically replenishes, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dude, if you just keep getting new ones instead of cleaning em, you're gonna run out of room eventually. Then it's all socks all the way down.

[unbr8kable]

Couple extras would come in handy now, wouldn't they?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Man... yeah. Couple extra'd be great about now.

[A beat]

You ain't doing a bad job keeping us warm, though.

[unbr8kable]

Toldja. Shouldn't've doubted me.

[crossmyheartandhope]

You doing okay, though?

Your shirt's still, uh.

[unbr8kable]

[Pauses, then pulls away from him a bit, careful]

...Guess it's cold? Like, I figured, but...

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean.

[A pause]

If you're cold, you're cold. You want me to gtfo while it dries, just say the word, dude.

[unbr8kable]

[Hesitates, and hesitates some more, setting her shoulders in a way that doesn't quite succeed at looking casual]

If...if you don't care, I can...I'll ditch it. But...

[Pauses, and even this close to the fire her flush is obvious]

I mean, you don't gotta leave. You're keeping the warm in...and it ain't like there's much to see anyways.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I don't know about that. About - like -

[He sure has managed to go back to beet red in the space of about five seconds]

A-anyways, I ain't gonna make you freeze. You can do whatever you wanna do.

[unbr8kable]

Pretty sure even you know about that. But--uh. Then.

[She pauses, as if egging herself on. Then, careful of the blanket, she wraps her arms around her body, and-- Well, from what he can tell from her expression and her accidentally nudging into him a few times, mostly just kind of squirms around unproductively]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Not quite what he meant. But he's too busy being distracted by the squirming to set things right,]

Sorry. Uh.

You need space, or...?

[unbr8kable]

No, I...

[She struggles a bit longer, almost elbowing him before stilling> She takes a deep breath and lets it out; purses her lips. Carefully does not look at him]

...I'm, uh. Stuck.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...don't tell me you're for real frozen solid.

[unbr8kable]

Yes, I'm an ice cube right now. You're really just listening to my ghost. --I'm just stuck in my shirt, dumbass. Pulled my arms in but it's all wet and sticky so instead of slipping off, it just kinda...hooked on. So I can't really...get out.

[does that really make him the dumbass...]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[They are tied for dumbass status,,,]

[That said, it takes him a couple of beats to come out with this next part:]

You, uh.

You want me to, like. ...help?

[unbr8kable]

...Better than just sitting there laughing, I guess.

Just like--pull, it should only take a minute.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...sure.

Uh. L-lemme just, like -

[He reaches out, a little unsteady, to pull at the hem of her camisole]

[unbr8kable]

[The hem is a good handswidth away from her body at the moment, since she's got at least one and a half too many arms stuck inside the garment. Of course, that seems to have been done rather haphazardly as well, and following the hem to get a good grip could have him touching anything from air to the warm skin of her torso to an awkwardly positioned elbow. It's all a little bit clammy, and if nothing else, she does seem genuinely unable to get herself out of her position]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He does his best not to touch anything too compromising - but, let's face it, he's also doing his best not to look. What he ends up with is a not terribly effective version of either of those efforts, fingers grazing her sides as he attempts to work it up over her head.]

[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!