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]

[ 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.

[bloodandblunder]

Could we please stop talking about my chest?

[memlost]

[ Way to date the only guy who'd look at women's breasts and wonder "What if I punched those. What if." ]

Ah, sorry. Right away! I forgot we were in the middle of something.

[ And he'll lean in to kiss that little window again, lower than before. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ He's rewarded with a strangled squeak, of sorts. THERE'S CLEAVAGE THERE. ]

M-Morgan!

[memlost]

[ And what a reward it is. He laughs, satisfied, and turns her onto the bed where he'll soon crawl over her. ]

You provide me with far too much ammunition, milady.

[bloodandblunder]

I-it's not as though I try to... [ she trails off, embarrassed, and cheeks incredibly pink. ]

[memlost]

I'm thankful all the same.

[ He smiles fondly and takes one of those cheeks in hand, feeling the heat. She's a good sport. ]

[bloodandblunder]

... You're teasing me too much... [ but she's leaning her cheek into his palm all the same. ]

[memlost]

Mm...

[ Teasing Noire has become one of his favorite things, unfortunately for her. Over the months, he's gained a sense of when she likes something but is too embarrassed to admit it, and he isn't afraid to use it against her. ]

Is the problem that I started, or that I didn't go far enough?

[bloodandblunder]

[ Morgan really does have a bit of his twin's sadistic tendencies, doesn't he... ]

...

[ STOP MAKING HER SO RED. ]

T-that's-- that's...!

[memlost]

[ BUT IT'S HIS FAVORITE SPORT. ]

Because you know I'd be happy to oblige either way.

[ Even if he'd be more happy one way than the other... as his late-blooming blush may indicate. ]