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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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[bloodandblunder]

...

I thought I should mention it...

[memlost]

I think I missed the memo. I stopped holding back a while ago.

[ He buries his face in her neck, cheeks still most assuredly a bright red. ]

You think we should stop now?

[bloodandblunder]

Mm... if you want to keep going, Morgan-- [ she shifts a hand, moving it to the back of his head to stroke his hair. ] I won't stop you.

[memlost]

[ He closes his eyes, breath beginning to even out as he relaxes under her hand. A long moment drifts by, and then he replies softly. ]

You know, if you keep saying that, I'll only keep going until there's nowhere left to go.

[bloodandblunder]

But you'll be with me the whole time, won't you?

... Then it's fine.

[memlost]

Noire...

[ His heart swells. He shifts up to give her another kiss, this time light and sweet, and murmurs against her lips. ]

I love you, Noire.

[bloodandblunder]

[ The sweet kisses are more than fine; Noire appreciates those, actually, and he'll be able to feel her smile. ]

I love you, too.

[memlost]

[ He smiles and eases up onto his knees. And finally, he can see her in full. Whatever excitement he might have felt is dulled by the marks on her body; his smile turns a little crooked then, his eyes hooded. But he's still captivated, and he traces the imperfections lightly with his fingers. This is Noire's body, and he'll take in everything he can. ]

[bloodandblunder]

... Was that how I looked when I saw your scars?

[ She lets him touch, gaze following his fingers. ] Although I didn't think I could smile then...

[memlost]

Mm. If I recall correctly, you were very serious about helping me feel better about them.

[ And he is too. His hands run over her stomach and down her sides, learning how her bare shape fills his fingers, and then he lowers himself to kiss the first scar. ]

[bloodandblunder]

I-- [ this is followed by a shaky gasp. The scars are a little more sensitive than the rest of her skin, it seems. ] I don't feel bad about these anymore, though--

[memlost]

But-- [ A kiss, moving up her body. ] You could stand to feel good about 'em too. [ And another kiss. ]

[bloodandblunder]

... Feeling good about them is a little strange.

[ Even if this is distracting as hell. ]

[memlost]

I suppose it's all in the way you look at them.

[ He shifts up and kisses the underside of her breast, finally coming back to what started all this in the first place. ]

You could say scars are reminders of the things you've survived. Death is a pretty formidable foe!

[bloodandblunder]

Er-- but I did die... technically.

[ And she's trembling now, sucking in a quick breath. ]

[memlost]

Technically.

[ He concedes. But still! It's alll in how you look at it. He takes a moment to slowly massage her breasts in a circular motion (as if that would calm her trembling) and considers them in detail for the first time. The dark tips are tantalizing against her white skin, and soon he dips to give one of them a patient little kiss. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Patient or not, there's a stark difference between his hands and his mouth, and it's made all the more evident by the way Noire suddenly cries out, arching a little on the bed.

MORGAN SHE WASN'T READY. ]

[memlost]

[ OH.... WHOOPS. He jerks up to look at her. ]

I'm sorry. I think. Was that too much?

[bloodandblunder]

I... It didn't hurt--

[ But she sure looks overwhelmed. ]

[memlost]

Then...?

[ He looks back down at the offended(?) boob with too little shame. Once you've put your mouth on something, you kind of accept it on an existential level. On a whim, he decides to give her other nipple a lingering kiss as well -- as if that would get a different reaction. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ It still gets her toes to curl on the heels of a moan, and then her hands are in his hair, tugging lightly because dammit, she needs an anchor-- ]

[memlost]

[ ... Well. It's not like her reaction got worse by any means. She's making him blush anew, but bolder too -- if he sucks a little harder, uses his tongue a little more... ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Morgan, are you trying to kill her-- her heart's beating hard enough to hurt, and her gasps are much louder as she squirms and tries to find a good position to hide her face in the blanket. ]

[memlost]

[ Noire, were you an ostrich in another life... But it's nice to see that he's getting results. Maybe he's getting this breast thing figured out!! Taking mercy, he shifts his attention upward, walking kisses up to her collarbone... though his hand goes back to work, running over her stomach slowly. All of this bare skin is like a wonderful new playground. ]

[bloodandblunder]

M-Morgan... [ she's still trying to breathe, eyes half-open. This ought to tickle, but the tingling is far more powerful, and it's hard to focus. ]