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]

... 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. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Well, at least it's not just her. But at that, she stills, glancing off to the side. ]

Which... would make you happier?

[memlost]

[ He leans in to nuzzle her ear. ]

Whatever makes you happier. I wouldn't be able to enjoy myself -- or you, if I knew you were pushing yourself for my sake.

[bloodandblunder]

... I'm not pushing myself.

[ that much she can admit. ]

[memlost]

Then...?

[bloodandblunder]

...

If you want to continue... that's fine...

[memlost]

[ ohhhhh snap. WHAT DOES HE DO NOW. He pauses with his face in her hair, blush deepening. Suddenly there is too much freedom... ]

Then... I guess I'll continue.

[ He raises himself back up and considers his angle of attack. Of course, this involves him just plain staring at her for a hot moment. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... And she is going to raise her hands to cover her face. IT'S SO EMBARRASSING. ]

[memlost]

[ ... Noire... HE CAN'T WORK LIKE THIS... Even if she is being super cute right now. He's just as new as she is to this sort of thing, but as she doesn't seem very up to suggestions at the moment, it looks like it's up to him to figure something out. Tactics... gotta use his tactics...

...

OKAY HE'S GOT THIS MAYBE after that awkwardly long pause. He crawls to the side. ]

Would you mind sitting up for me?

[bloodandblunder]

Sitting up? [ This, she can do, shifting to get herself more upright, until she's facing him expectantly. It seems like an odd thing to ask of her, but she's assuming there's a second step. ]

[memlost]

[ This is already a vast improvement from her hiding behind her hands, and he beams in approval. He takes a moment to kick off his shoes before shimmying over on the bed, until he's at her back. There he rests his hands on her shoulders. ]

Now take a deeeep breath... and let it all out.

[bloodandblunder]

[ The good thing about dating Morgan is that he usually knows what to do when Noire's too petrified from embarrassment or indecision, so she obeys his instructions unquestioningly, slowly inhaling-- and releasing the air after a few seconds. ]

[memlost]

[ And perhaps the bad thing about dating Morgan is that he's usually the cause of petrification in the first place...

As she exhales, he begins to knead the muscles in her shoulders with his fingers, thumbs rolling firmly. ]

How's this?

[bloodandblunder]

[ Really good, actually-- she hadn't quite anticipated that, but his movements are firm, and with that, there goes her tension. Slowly, but surely. ]

It feels nice...

[memlost]

Good.

[ He's no massage expert, but to a certain degree it's instinctive. His thumbs make their way to her upper back, probing and working the knots there slowly. ]

You always seem a little tense, y'know? If you ever need another one of these, I'd be happy to deliver.

[bloodandblunder]

Thank you... but I'm all right. I didn't mean to make you worry about me.

[ granted, if that means he'll keep working on her back like that-- ]

[memlost]

It's only fair after all the worrying you've done over me, I think.

[ And continue he will, but now he'll lean in and leave a kiss on her jaw. ]

[bloodandblunder]

I don't mind that. You don't worry about yourself enough.

[ But while he's close, she'll turn her head just enough to press her lips to his. Proper kiss! ]

[memlost]

[ Hee. He returns the kiss with a smile and follows with a longer one, abandoning any kind of verbal defense. Meanwhile, his hands wander down her arms and to her middle, tracing the gentle curve of her body. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ The massage has done its work; Noire's a great deal more relaxed now, and it shows in the give of her body when she leans into him with a quietly approving noise. ]

[memlost]

[ Okay, yes. Good. Phase 1 is complete. NOW FOR PHASE 2. You can do it, Morgan. You can!! He has no trouble keeping her lips busy, kisses drawn and deceptively patient alongside his quickening heartbeat. Luckily, he's had plenty of practice on that front. And then finally, he reaches a blind hand up to carefully undo her collar... which might take a second because how does it even work. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ The world outside of Fire Emblem designers may never know-- and either he's very good at distracting her (which is true) or Noire has decided to just follow his pace (which is also true), but she's making no move to stop him, or to pull away. There's only brief pauses for air, before she's sinking into another kiss.

... But if he can't conquer her shirt, he can ask. ]