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]

[ she's having difficulty getting comfortable herself but also now is like, stuck in the plush bedding in her undershirt and shorts. ]

Tell me about it. Who lives like this?

[hissterics]

[ Almost like a true Horde soldier

Sabre makes a face, slipping into the room and closing the door. ]

Princesses.

We'll have to make some improvements.

[softlyfalling]

[ she attempts, futilely, to extract herself from the pile of pillows. ]

Well, it's already improved by—can you help me up, this is getting a little... difficult...

[hissterics]

[ She laughs, tail swishing. ]

I dunno, I'm enjoying the view.

[ She does start moving closer though. ]

[softlyfalling]

I know, pathetic, right? Defeated by a bed.

[hissterics]

[ Sabre perches just on the edge of the bed, one leg crossing primly over the other, one hand pressed into the bed for support as she leans over -- leering where Shrike is being swallowed by a pillow whirlpool. ]

On second thought, maybe those princess were onto something. We could probably use this to filter out the weak.

[softlyfalling]

It is probably an excellent training tool...

[ thoughtful.

and then she grabs sabre by the front of her shirt to pull her down into pillow hell with her. ]

[hissterics]

[ She squeaks in surprise, arms flailing, and lands sprawled half on top of Shrike.

Wow all that badassery evaporated quick ]

[softlyfalling]

[ soft cat... ]

...sorry, it just seemed like this would be better, wouldn't it?

[hissterics]

[ . . . Huffs a little, cheeks pink, but proceeds to wriggle and make herself comfortable on top of Shrike. ]

Yeah~? How do you figure?

[softlyfalling]

[ ducks her head a little. ]

Well, good company makes strange places better.

[hissterics]

Good company?

[ A scoffing laugh, her tail swishing back and forth against Shrike's legs. ]

Sorry, none of that here.

[softlyfalling]

Mmm...

[ reaches over to squish her face like a sandwich between her hands.

she's just like this when in the childhood friend zone. ]

Learn to take a compliment.

[hissterics]

[ Good thing roughhousing is familiar territory. ]

--Hey!

[ She retaliates by grabbing hold of Shrike's wrists, pinning them to the bed. ]

Nice try!

[softlyfalling]

[ just sort of

freezes, full-face-blushing

oh no. ]

[hissterics]

Ohhhh.

[ Her grin sharpens, all pointy teeth ]

You like that.

[softlyfalling]

What!

I was just—surprised, so...

[hissterics]

[ Her hands shift, trailing down Shrike's arms -- claws digging in lightly, leaving red trails in their wake. ]

Uh-huh.

[softlyfalling]

[ hey how dare you ]

Hh—hey, that’s—

[ she squirms a little, but if she were really trying she’d have shoved Sabre off her properly, which is maybe indicator enough. ]

[hissterics]

[ She laughs, making a low rumbling sound in her chest. ]

Too easy.

[ Her claws dig in harder to Shrike's forearms, keeping them pinned, as she bears her weight down until she's entirely draped over her. Tail flicking and then coiling its way around one thigh. ]

[softlyfalling]

...I'm easy to tease, I know.

[hissterics]

[ She leans in until they're nose-to-nose. ]

Are you just as easy to rile up?

[softlyfalling]

[ her breath catches in her throat, and her lips part on instinct, betraying her

and then she locks her legs around Sabre's and uses the leverage to try and roll herself over on top, claws be damned. ]