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[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

[memlost]

It's my pleasure.

[ His eyelids droop under her fluffing, and he dips the rest of the way to give her a quick kiss before moving to settle beside her in a position more conducive to sleep. Apparently, that means finding any way he can to use her as a body pillow. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ the chest area is apparently the cushiest, who knew. And Noire allows him to settle, her breathing slowing as she turns towards him. She probably just killed the mood, but this is nice too. ]

[memlost]

[ It's probably better off dead. Cars were built with brakes for a reason......

Once he feels sufficiently tangled up in her and the night noise begins to permeate the tent, he breathes out slowly, relaxing from head to toe. Having someone to sleep with is pretty nice... ]

I think I could get used to this.

[bloodandblunder]

Me, too... you're really warm.

[ and she happens to like that a lot. ]

[memlost]

Ha. I think we have you to thank for that, actually.

[ Because he sure doesn't feel this warm when he's all on his lonesome?? ]

[bloodandblunder]

Me? But I'm nowhere near as warm.

[memlost]

It's less to do with how warm you are... [ He nuzzles his still-pink face into her hair. ] ... and more to do with how warm you make me. You follow?

[bloodandblunder]

... Ah. [ from the sudden note of understanding-- ]

I do... [ and she'll grasp his wrist, bringing his hand up to her face, where it's still hot. ] I'm like that, too.

[memlost]

Ha ha. You mean all that blushing wasn't just for show?

[ And since she's positioned his hand so kindly, he gives her cheek a fond little tweak. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ She huffs a little, shaking her head ever so slightly. ]

You just make me... g-get passionate, a little.

[memlost]

[ He re-settles his face in her hair once the turbulence is over and lets his hand wander blindly to her waist. ]

I know. I like it when you get passionate.

[bloodandblunder]

E-eh? I thought it might be too much, at once--

[memlost]

Nah. [ Simply. ] You could never be too much, Noire. You said I could have all of you, right?

[bloodandblunder]

Well, yes-- [ and she can't see his face, but her voice is earnest. ] And I meant it.

[memlost]

Mm. And I want all of you. The part of you that's shy, the part that screams at cute little bugs... and the part of you that's fierce and loyal, and gets lost in the moment.

[ He shifts so he can touch his forehead to hers, and has the grace to blush a little. ]

So of course I want the enthusiastic part of you too. Absolutely.

[bloodandblunder]

Morgan... [ he's always so endearing like this, and Noire's expression softens into a fond smile. ]

Then next time... I really won't hold back. Is that all right?

[memlost]

[ He softens in turn, taking in her smile. Sometimes, like this, she couldn't be more lovely. ]

Perfect. I'm already looking forward to it.

[bloodandblunder]

[ Malnourished and everything. You're too cool, Morgan. ]

Mm... s-so am I.

[memlost]

[ It's all relative, yo. He sighs happily and gives her one last kiss on the forehead before closing his eyes. ]

Good night, Noire.