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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. ))

Comments

[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. ]

[memlost]

Yes, Noire?

[ He answers patiently into her neck, touch still roaming. ]

[bloodandblunder]

I... can, I um... touch you too?

It doesn't seem fair...

[memlost]

Mm? Of course.

[ Unfair to whom, really... Either way, his reign of terror comes to a temporary end. ]

Should I take my shirt off?

[bloodandblunder]

... Yes, please.

[ Yes, she'll be polite in a passionate haze, FATHER TAUGHT HER MANNERS. ]

[memlost]

[ Cute... It brings a smile to his face. He straightens and pulls his shirt over his head, leaving his hair in a frill. ]

There. That makes us even.

[bloodandblunder]

[ Except not yet, and Noire reaches out to grasp his hips and bring him back down. There's a glint of something like determination in her eyes. ]

I don't think you really understand what you've been doing to me.

[memlost]

[ His heart skips a beat as she tugs him back down. Not that he minds at all... He hovers above her with halted breath, drawn in by that look in her eye. ]

N-no... I suppose not. Still breastless on my end, yep.

[bloodandblunder]

...

[ That gets her to smile, slightly, as she moves one hand up his chest to trail one finger across a nipple. ]

I think I can... still return the favor, a little...

[memlost]

[ ...

Whoa. Was he always this sensitive there? Surely not. She might be able to feel the swell of his chest as he takes a sharp breath. ]

So it's revenge, is it?

[bloodandblunder]

It's not revenge... that would make me sound like Mother.

It's, just... um. [ as she continues to rub that nub, thoughtfully-- ] ... A mutual understanding?

[memlost]

That's a nice way to word revenge.

[ He'll have to remember it through all this distraction her fingers are providing. A tiny shiver runs through him like a shot of electricity, charging him. He leans in close to her ear and murmurs, voice deliberately low. ]

Don't think I'll go down without a fight.

[bloodandblunder]

... I-I won't hold back, either. [ Morgan, please, you've been winning this 'battle' singlehandedly until now.

And that's why she whispers that back, face flushed. ]

[memlost]

[ Fight, Noire, fight!! He'll even give her a chance at it (or try to). After all, this is one contest he could stand to lose. He grins in satisfaction and rolls onto his back, motioning for her to climb on top. ]