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]

[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!

[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.