voicemail

[memlost]

[An upbeat male voice comes on:]

Hey, it's Morgan! If you were expecting a girl, you picked the wrong picture. If not, then congratulations! But sorry too, because this means I've missed you. Leave a message!

[Beep.]

(( ooc: feel free to use this for face-to-face interactions as well! just leave a date and voice/action/etc. in the header. ))

Comments

[bloodandblunder]

No. [ well, she sure said that immediately. ]

But you being this close... i-isn't bad, either.

[memlost]

Hmm...? ... Well, I can't say I mind much either.

[ The very opposite. His voice feels positively lazy next to the quickening race in his chest. Noire, his poor little heart can't handle things like this. He dips his head toward her. ]

So can we...? [ Make out? Make out. He'd really love that. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ He should have prepared himself when he pinned her down in the first place. But she smiles at him, still all pink in the face, and eases her fingers into his hair. ]

If you don't tickle me again.

[memlost]

Heh. Not on purpose, anyhow.

[ He just wanted to make her laugh... but this is a nice side-adventure too. Her fingers feel nice in his hair, even if they aren't at all soothing him this time. And finally he finds her lips with a leisurely kiss, absently shifting lower into a more comfortable position over her. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ She's still smiling into the kiss when she gently responds, wriggling down a bit to help him settle. It occurs to her to be embarrassed or to find somewhere a little more private, but Morgan's a little too good at distracting her. ]

[memlost]

[ Housemates... what housemates?? He relaxes a little more when he finds that comfy zone and sinks toward her, one hand reaching for hers. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Noire's already reaching back, even though it's not quite the same with a glove on. Still, she'll hold on firmly, drawing in a soft breath in between a second kiss. ]

Is this all right?

[memlost]

[ He hums in confirmation as he closes in for a third kiss, loath to break his self-prescribed rhythm with a proper response. He slides their hands up by her head and leans as he works his way back down to her neck; this time, each kiss is slow and warm. ]

Are you comfortable? [ he manages between touches. It can't be as comfortable as a bed, but... ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Not exactly as cushy (as Haven beds can muster, which isn't much), but when your boyfriend is concentrating on rendering you into mush, it's easy not to dwell on things like comfort. Until he asks, and she presses her fingers against his, breath emerging faintly shaky. Who knew her neck was sensitive? ]

I'm happy where I am... really. [ Just kind of red. ]

[memlost]

[ He smiles as he makes his way across her neck, the change in her breath filling his ears and tinging his cheeks in turn. ]

You really have... the best reactions.

[bloodandblunder]

I really hope you don't have anyone else to compare it to...

[ Or she could pout. ]

[memlost]

[ That's okay... her pouts are cute too. He finishes with a smooch on her on the jaw before shifting back up. ]

You know I don't. But it can't get much better! This way, I know exactly what works and what doesn't.

[bloodandblunder]

I-if you put it like that, it's embarrassing! I still don't know what exactly you like--

[memlost]

You can find out.

[ That would be cool with him... ]

[bloodandblunder]

Y-yes, I'd like to!

... But maybe not out here.

[memlost]

... Right!

[ right... He hops off her in a flash and reaches over to pull her up. It would be a tiny problem if they were interrupted, wouldn't it... ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ A bit, yes-- but she squeezes his hand, almost apologetically, as she rises. Sorry to (temporarily) break the mood. ]

[memlost]

[ He gives her an easy smile and a little squeeze back. It's not even a problem -- he's already looking forward to the next thing. ]

Setz is asleep in my room, so we shouldn't wake him up. How about we go to yours?

[bloodandblunder]

I don't know who's in right now, but it's worth looking. At the very least, I don't think anyone's sleeping.

[ So she'll gently tug, moving towards the door. Hopefully he doesn't mind heading out there in his current attire. ]

[memlost]

[ As long as his robe is on laundry vacation, he's on free dress code. He'll follow along happily, hand in hers swinging at first gently then gradually with cheerful abandon, until they get to her house. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... Such a kid. ]

I've always thought it was amazing how you become so happy so easily.

[ As she gets the door open. ]

[memlost]

Hehe. There's plenty to be happy about! It's a peaceful day, I have perfect company...

[ He relinquishes his hold on her hand and follows her in. ]

... and now you're gonna do things to me! It's an exciting time, I have to say.

[bloodandblunder]

[ Fastest way to turn Noire from pale to RED in less than three seconds, really. ]

D-don't phrase it like that! It sounds questionable!

[memlost]

You'll... um, conduct activities on me? Acquaint yourself with my person?

[ HE THOUGHT IT WAS PRETTY VAGUE FROM THE START... ]

[bloodandblunder]

... Morgan, maybe it's better if we both just... have a silent understanding of it. [ But they're in-- and luckily, there's no one in her room, so Noire sighs quietly. ]

Um, would you like to sit, or...?