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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

[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. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... She's going to be blushing for months on end, but she still moves, carefully clambering on top of him and straddling him to keep him in place. It's... definitely different, with both shirts removed. ]

I hadn't planned on this being part of your birthday present... b-but I hope it's all right.

[memlost]

Ah, right. I nearly forgot. I think we've well transcended the definition of cuddling by now, but there's always time for more of that later.

[ For now he's going to appreciate Noire's figure, hands coming up to rest on her waist. ]

[bloodandblunder]

We may have gotten a little carried away... [ but she murmurs this fondly as she lowers herself, chests not quite touching, but only because she needs to kiss a line down from his collarbone. ]

[memlost]

[ He hums, letting his fingers glide up her back while she progresses down. ]

A little... but I'm glad. It's kind of nice being the only one to have seen this much of you -- parents aside, of course.

[bloodandblunder]

Well, there were the hot springs too--

[ Naked girl bonding. But she sighs a little, as if to dismiss the shameful memory of keeling over in front of Kjelle, and finally leaves a soft kiss on one nipple.

Admittedly, she's curious to see how the sensitivity differs. ]

[memlost]

Ah... right...

[ It ends in a distracted sigh when he feels her lips. His reaction isn't nearly as pronounced, but the light touch still shoots a little thrill down him. He slides a hand into her hair, encouraging her. ]

Go on.

[bloodandblunder]

It doesn't feel too strange, does it?

[ But it sounds like he doesn't mind, so she'll close her mouth carefully over the little bud and suck lightly. ]