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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. ))

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[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. ]

[memlost]

[ No... How can he conquer the battlefield if he can't even conquer her shirt!! In a rare fit of stubbornness, he plays at her collar until it gives, probably because it feels sorry for him. But a victory is a victory, and he huffs between kisses before finally parting her collar and running his hand over the newly liberated skin. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... This is almost too cute, except this is untouched territory (until now), and there's a very faint gasp that's immediately swallowed. It's fine. It's new, but it's fine. ]

[memlost]

[ Noises like that are never very good for his heartrate... It only emboldens his fingers to glide over and nudge that pesky collar out of the way (and then some) so that he can begin to trail a few slow, attentive kisses down her increasingly bare shoulder. It isn't like he's never touched her skin before -- there's plenty of arm, back, and overboob exposure in this crazy outfit of hers -- but for some reason this new little patch of shoulder is much more fascinating than it ought to be. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ BUT IT'S A SHOULDER.

And that's what Noire keeps trying to remind herself, as she does her best to sit still, but his lips are warm and the trail he leaves tingles hotter.

So she's stuck clenching and unclenching her fingers against her thighs, like a cat searching for a comfy spot. ]

[memlost]

[ He glances at her hands, feeling the slight movement in her arms, and takes a moment to gently nuzzle his head against hers. ]

Still okay?

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... Her sweet, silly, stupidly attractive boyfriend. ]

Mm. [ She can still smile, which she does, as reassuringly as she can muster. ] I'm fine now.

[memlost]

Good.

[ He'll stay there, murmuring into her ear while his other hand finally slips up into her shirt to graze her stomach. His face is blazing; she might not guess it from his relatively even tone of voice, but he'd be surprised if she couldn't feel his heart pounding away at her back. ]

Would it help if I talked to you a little?

[bloodandblunder]

Yes. [ This she blurts out immediately - with a slightly squirmy motion, because even now, this tickles. If only she knew what that oddly rhythmic pounding at her back was. ] ... Please.

[memlost]

[ He chuckles and leans a little more into her to envelop her squirming, resting his chin on her shoulder. Still, his hand gains a bit of confidence, sweeping a slow circle over her stomach, savoring the bare stretch of skin. A trace of distraction seeps into his voice. ]

Do you ever wonder how we know how to do... all this?

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... This is doing nothing for her calm breathing, JUST SO YOU KNOW. It both tickles and doesn't, and she'd normally protest, but she can't bring herself to speak up against it now. ]

... Instinct? You really do-- [ her voice tightens, and then she's turning her head a little more towards him. The heat in her face can probably be felt by now. ] ... s-seem to know what you're doing.

[memlost]

Well... you have given me plenty of time and opportunity to figure some things out.

[ He tilts his head to look at her, just as hot, smile a little bashful as his touch roams ever higher, beginning to drag her shirt up with it. ]

And I won't pretend I haven't thought about it. A lot.

[bloodandblunder]

A lot? [ okay, Noire, breathe. It's hard to meet his eyes when he admits things like that, and when his hand keeps traveling upward, but she does her best to keep her gaze on his face.

But boy, that's still oddly unexpected. ]

[memlost]

A lot. Not as much as every day, but a little more than sometimes and a tad under usually.

[ Why does she look so surprised. He always thought the attraction was fairly obvious. Was it just him... Did he just come out as a HUGE PERVERT, OH GODS. For once, he's the first one to look away, choosing instead to focus on the opposite bed. ]

But, um, if that sounds a little weird, then you can forget I ever said anything.

[ Yes. Just forget. That'd be great. ]

[bloodandblunder]

... No, I was just surprised. [ In a smaller voice. ] I-I think about you a lot, too, but it's always strange to hear it's mutual, somehow.

[memlost]

Oh. [ He brightens. Not a pervert!! Or if he is, then at least they both are, which works out too. ] Well, good! I hope I meet your expectations.

[ His task snaps back into focus when hand brushes up against its first boob -- truly a momentous occasion. If he could blush harder without turning into a giant red crayon, he would do so. He looks back at her, watching her reaction as his fingers adventure upward at a shy speed, cradling experimentally. "Only a little sensitive," she said... ]