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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[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.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...uh. Both? I'm pretty shivery.

Least the compulsions ain't new, so I'm probly good there, too.

[unbr8kable]

...Should I be worried?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Naw, they ain't catching. Pretty sure I'd know by now if you had em, too.

[unbr8kable]

If you say so...?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Unless you got any weird symptoms you ain't saying.

[unbr8kable]

Isn't the whole point of weird symptoms to keep 'em secret? Figure you already seen way more of me than you prolly ever wanted, so maybe should leave it at that.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dude, no fair making me say mine and you not saying yours.

[unbr8kable]

Didn't know there was enough space between us to keep any secrets...

[Indeed, he can surely still tell how elevated her pulse is, feel her chest jutting into the muscles of his back. The insides of her arms brush light past his knees and thighs as they shift, jittery, as if not exactly certain where it's kosher for them to land. If nothing else, it's a level of nervous energy he does not usually see from her, a certain tension rarely present when it's the two of them alone.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shifts at the brush of her arms past his thighs - closes his eyes, briefly, and sucks in a breath. Now that he's had his attention drawn to it, he can't NOT pay attention to the way her heart is racing. (He was way, way too aware of the other part the whole time.)]

Yeah... yeah, maybe not.

[unbr8kable]

Yeah, uh, so.

[She takes another couple deep breaths, which are no more calming than the previous ones, which is to say not at all. At length she shifts again, resting her cheek to blaze against his shoulder]

Sorry... It's kind of embarrassing...

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean...you don't gotta say sorry. You're the one, like. Having to put up with me.

[unbr8kable]

You're the one stuck here with--with stuff you didn't sign up for. So, pretty sure the apology stays.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... that ain't your fault, though.

That's just me being dumb.