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. ))

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[memlost]

[ He hums and obliges, nuzzling back gently in return. And indeed he'll try to relax, hands resting lightly on her hip and thigh. ]

Yes, ma'am.

[bloodandblunder]

Good.

[ And she'll reward him with a slow, lingering kiss. ]

[memlost]

[ An agreeable reward!! He sinks into it, world narrowing down to the caress of her lips. He murmurs her name and lets a hand wander up her side in encouragement, more than content to let her take the lead for now. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Is this cuddling or making out, Noire isn't sure anymore-- she's still in his lap, pressed close, so she's fairly certain that it counts at least slightly. And truthfully, she doesn't mind either way, curling into him and letting her kisses drift down to his neck. ]

[memlost]

[ Surely, they're just master multitaskers. He hums some more and tilts his head, inviting her to go on. Slowly, his fingers travel up to the nape of her neck and play there ponderously.

And seemingly from nowhere: ] Do you remember when we first met?

[bloodandblunder]

[ There's a soft hum, before she slowly lifts her head after a final kiss. ]

It's kind of hard to forget. I had a hard time grasping who you were.

[memlost]

And I had a hard time grasping who you weren't! Back then, I never would've guessed that we'd end up like this. No offense.

[ Already missing her contact (as if having her in his lap wasn't enough), he makes a pillow of her over her heart. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Snugglebug-- well, not that she minds. ]

No, it's all right. I hadn't considered it, either. And it wouldn't have been right back then, either, when we were still trying to understand who we were and weren't.

[memlost]

[ Then he'll just get comfy here, listening to the steady thumping in her chest. It's soothing, and he closes his eyes as his smile turns lopsided. ]

So... when did you start considering it?

[bloodandblunder]

... I don't know exactly when... [ she trails off, moving a hand to ease her fingers through his hair. ] I think there was probably something more there when I started-- er, yelling at you. I mean, without the blood and the thunder.

[memlost]

[ If he were a cat, he'd purr... He melts against her under her attention, breathing a sigh of contentment. ]

Ahh. Y'know, I think it was then for me too. I don't suppose I fully understood at the time, but you really hooked me then. You could even say you right hooked me, heh.

[bloodandblunder]

I didn't actually mean to hit you...

[ she still sounds guilty, honestly. ]

[memlost]

Never would've guessed. [ He kisses the nearest patch of skin, which happens to be the window... thing... in her shirt. ] You don't feel bad about that, do you?

[ HE REALLY KINDA DESERVED IT... ]

[bloodandblunder]

If it got through to you, then no... but I didn't like hurting you, not then, not before.

[ her breath hitches ever so slightly, but it's hard to say whether that's for emotional reasons or Morgan kissing there. ]

[memlost]

[ Well, that's a reaction... and it would be awfully unscientific of him not to pursue it, of course. (Of course.) So he trails a few more delicate kisses there, taking his time. ]

I know. You wouldn't hurt a fly if you could help it. And not just because of the bug phobia.

[ Blood and Thunder mode doesn't count. ]

[bloodandblunder]

W-Well, no... I'm probably not the most suited to fight in a war. [ except she's sounding a lot more breathless now, Morgan could you not. ]

[memlost]

[ It's kind of hard to miss the change in breathing when he's more or less at chest height. He puts the conversation on hold for a moment to glance up at her. ]

Is everything okay?

[bloodandblunder]

Y-yes-- [ okay, now she's just turning red, fidgeting a bit in his hold. ]

[memlost]

[ He looks at her for another curious moment before looking back down at his former spot of attention. ]

Hey, what's it like having breasts?

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... STOP MAKING HER CHOKE ON AIR. ]

W-wh-- why are you interested?!

[memlost]

Oh, I dunno. It seemed like a sensitive area for you, and I never really thought about what it's like having a big pair of attachments on your chest like that. Sooo... I figured why not ask?

[bloodandblunder]

Because that's not something anyone should ask about! A-and they're only a little sensitive!!

[memlost]

Only a little, huh?

[ Well, it's some sort of answer. Even if the magnitude of her reaction seems to outweigh her words... ]

When you think about it, half of the world has 'em! So it seems like an oversight for me to be so in the dark about the subject. Like... do they ever get in the way? Does it hurt more if you get punched there?

[bloodandblunder]

They don't... really... [ oh gods. ] But it hurts a lot if they're punched, so please don't consider that--

[memlost]

Of course I'd never punch yours.

[ all the other boobs are fair game ]

And I knew it! They look so soft and vulnerable, I knew they had to be a weak point.