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]

More a melty one, at least. Prolly slightly less cherry-flavored, too.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His ears go pink again, at that]

Not cherry anymore, huh? What's the new flavor?

[unbr8kable]

One way to find out...

[And she gives a quick swipe of her tongue over his neck, and only then does it occur to her that maybe this was a bad idea whoops]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He takes a quick breath in through his nose at that - half-turns, eyes wide and cheeks dark]

[Maybe it's a night for bad ideas, because getting the visual reminder of exactly what she isn't wearing does not help in any way. Neither does the fact that her face is way, way closer than he'd planned]

[unbr8kable]

[Her flush deepens at his expression—at the color in his cheeks and down his chest, and—oh]

[She angles her head down and away, just a little]

...Too much?

[crossmyheartandhope]

...no?

[His face goes darker still; he glances toward her, and then away, and then back.]

I mean. I mean, I'm good.

You're - good.

[He should probably turn around now. He is still excruciatingly aware of how close their faces are]




[He does not in fact turn around]

[unbr8kable]

No? I-I mean, 'cause.

[Likely he can feel the heat roiling off her cheeks--off her chest and legs and arms and all of the probably too many points they're touching. She should pull away--she should probably jump out the window and hope to be lucky enough to fall off a cliff--but her limbs do not respond and she stays where she is, blushing dark and lashes low]

[crossmyheartandhope]

...cause?

[He's not as warm as she is, but he's a whole lot warmer than he was when they got into the cabin. He swallows, hard - glances toward her, and then away]

[unbr8kable]

Yeah. I mean.

[She shrugs, stiff; looks awkwardly away]

[crossmyheartandhope]

No...

I mean - you're. For real, you're good.

It. It ain't... too much.

[unbr8kable]

Yeah...well, still. Uh, sorry.

...Definitely got girl cooties now.

[crossmyheartandhope]

..yeah?

What kinda symptoms they come with?

[unbr8kable]

You tell me. I’ve always had 'em, I dunno the difference.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... I guess they make you warm?

Like... real warm. And, like.

[Gestures, vaguely.]

[unbr8kable]

Like...?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I dunno. Dumb stuff, probly.

Everyone says cooties are bad, yeah? So probly there's other stuff, too.

[unbr8kable]

...Like, what kind of other stuff? You're talking like you got something in mind. Go on, roast me.

[crossmyheartandhope]

All weird and tingly?

S'part of the cootie fever, probly. I heard it's deadly.

[unbr8kable]

What a way to go. Weird tingles, huh? Where're they supposed to start?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Wherever the cooties touch down.

[unbr8kable]

So...now it's creeping up from behind, huh?

[she twinkles her fingers over his upper back--rather, that's the feel of the cooties themselves jumping ship onto him]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Shivers a little, at the light touch of her fingers]

No stopping it. I'm a goner.

[unbr8kable]

What's that mean? Weird smells, new compulsions?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Pretty sure I'm good on the smell front, anyways. Only thing I can smell in here's wood smoke.

[unbr8kable]

But you didn’t say it wasn’t affecting you in other ways...

[she shifts, looking him over and feeling down his arms]

So? Chills? Fever? You are awfully red.