dreampost: even more after dark edition (IV)

[wotanon]

[ sexy dreams for thirsty idol bastards

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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[softlyfalling]

...mostly to get up so high with that kind of steep drop-off you'd have to be mountain climbing, so... I think it's... just that I've never been used to them.

You, er—you definitely helped a lot, though. I mean it.

[rollplayinghouse]

...I'm glad. Really glad. It does mean a lot that you've trusted me with something like that.

[softlyfalling]

I'd... trust you with a lot of things, honestly, at this point. More than most other people.

[rollplayinghouse]

...Would you be interested in... trying some other things, then?

[Coincidentally, a wind picks up, and the chains wrapped around the trellis clink like very strange wind chimes.]

[softlyfalling]

I—

[ a flush spreads across her features ]

...I... would, probably, I mean—

[ she rubs a hand over her eyes, and laughs briefly. ]

You're really squarely my type, somehow?

[rollplayinghouse]

Hmm. Somehow.

[She steps closer, reaching out to touch Shrike's flushed cheek.]

You're... Well, there's my obvious type, which is different, but it's not like I know everything I like. I'm still figuring it out.

And I like seeing you like this.

[softlyfalling]

[ she exhales lightly, eyelashes fluttering, a little bit. ]

Do you. What about this, exactly...?

[rollplayinghouse]

...Well, you look good in general. And... I like you, so... I like having this effect on you. I like... seeing that you want me enough to react, even if you're not totally sure about it. And I like that you trust me to show it.

[She keeps her voice more or less even, but her own cheeks redden slightly.]

[softlyfalling]

[ scrubs at her face ]

I mean, well—

...I guess I did want you to think I looked, er. Sexy, maybe.

I felt a little odd saying it before, but you are really hot, you know.

[rollplayinghouse]

[fidgets with her own hair]

Mm... I still don't know that that's objectively true. I do feel a little... childish, next to you, sometimes. But the important part is if you think so.

[softlyfalling]

I... definitely think so, there’s no question there. I—did actually consider asking once or twice if you wanted to make out sometime?

[ she rests her hands at glory’s hips, lightly. ]

What did you have in mind to try out...

[rollplayinghouse]

[The flared edge of her blazer hits her hips, which means that's where Shrike's hands rest and Glory can only feel it a little compared to almost literally anywhere else she could touch, so Glory squirms a little towards it reflexively.]

I kind of wanted to tie you up. Maybe close to the edge...? So it's a little scary, but you're... secure.

[she's very red now]

We should make out for sure, though. You know, I've made out just up against the side of a building, with Verticality...

[softlyfalling]

That's—that sounds. Nice. All of it.

[ a little embarrassed: ] I... do really like getting tied up. Actually. It's definitely...

...actually I do tend to feel safer when I am tied up so. That'll probably work.

[rollplayinghouse]

[her flush is creeping down her chest now, quite obvious with the cut of her blazer]

That's good. More than anything, I like... doing things to people that they like.

[time to turn away to hide her face and see if she can tug some rope loose from the trellis. which she can fairly easily, since this is a dream, dyed-green coils of silk rope falling free to the ground]

[softlyfalling]

[ it's okay shrike is definitely not paying attention to any other blushing going on apart from her own

oh that's some nice rope though, ]

I just kept thinking, that one story someone drew, I'd like... a lot of those things...

[rollplayinghouse]

Oh yeah?

[Good. Glory is much better at keeping her voice even than her face not burning hot, so she sounds almost casual as she gathers up the rope]

Which things did you like? Undressing each other? Teasing each other until we can't anymore? Doing things... sort of out in the open? Doing them specifically in front of Nero and Raven?

[softlyfalling]

[ Shrike on the other hand just sucks at composure, and her voice does waver a little bit as she shifts a little awkwardly in place. ]

The... intimacy of dressing and undressing, the teasing, the desperation, maybe the, ah... slight sense of danger, and I just—it was nice...

...also the lingerie was pretty.

[rollplayinghouse]

[Eventually she gathers what is sufficient(?) rope and turns back to move close to Shrike, settling a hand lightly on her hip.]

Would you like to get undressed now?

[softlyfalling]

[ she shivers, leans into the touch. ]

...if you tell me what to take off first.

[rollplayinghouse]

[Her hand slides down to her bare thigh.]

...Well, I think you should keep the stockings on for now, so... just the dress.

[softlyfalling]

[ a sigh, a twitch of her leg— ]

...yessir.

[ she stretches, languid, and reaches for the zipper at the back of her dress to tug it open, and it starts falling off her shoulders. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Oh. That's kind of different and nice. The thing about being into competitive boys is that usually topping is a bit more of a challenge.

She's silent for a moment as her eyes follow the fabric down her shoulders, lips parting slightly and hand sliding up just fractionally.]

[softlyfalling]

[ welcome to the easiest topping experience of your life, girl

her breath hitches at the movement of Glory's hand, and she eases her arms out of the sleeves to pull the dress over her head, revealing some delicate underpinnings and mussing her hair a little bit out of its perfect braiding in the process.

she folds the dress over her arm, and sets it to the side. ]

How's that.

[rollplayinghouse]

...Good. Really good.

[Her hand moves up Shrike's thigh to her hip as she moves closer, her other hand grazing her waist before moving to her back.]

[softlyfalling]

[ she releases a held breath as a quiet whimper at Glory's fingers on her skin, just... watching her hands, in a slightly wondering way. there's anticipatory tension in her posture, like a coiled spring. ]

...honestly I should have asked you about this sooner...