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

kia no

[memlost]

Eep!

[ Tiniest eep. More out of surprise than anything, but he'll relax soon enough as he's drawn into the sensation. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ THAT WAS CUTE oh gods Morgan what was that noise--

Sorry, she's lingering now. ]

[memlost]

[ ... ahem. He pauses as well in the hope that a refusal to acknowledge will somehow erase the memory that it ever happened.

... He's manly as hell, okay. ]

[bloodandblunder]

... That was really cute.

[ So much for ignoring it. ]

[memlost]

[ Dammit, Noire!! But at least she seems to be enjoying herself... His body seems to sigh, resigned to the cruel reality of the small woodland creature noise he just made. ]

I'm happy to please.

[ As if to prove it, he fondly brushes his fingers through her hair. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ And she smiles up at him, one cheek nuzzling against his chest. ]

Should I continue?

[ See, she'll ask first. ]

[memlost]

[ Battles aren't won with polite inquiries!! But he hums, head lolling lazily to look back at her. ]

Any way you'd like.

[bloodandblunder]

... I wish I had your confidence.

[ She'd be stammering by now, she's sure of it. ]

[memlost]

Ha ha. Well, if it makes you feel better, I think your blunders are adorable too. You can't lose either way!

[bloodandblunder]

You... um, wouldn't like it more if I was a bit more competent?

[memlost]

Aw, I like you any way you come. You'll figure everything out eventually. Both of us will with enough practice, right?

[bloodandblunder]

Yes...! We'll just have to... keep doing this?

[ And pray Noire doesn't overheat. ]

[memlost]

Yup. Just like with the kissing -- I think I can say we've gotten pretty good at it!

[ Sadly, they may be some of the most experienced kissers in Haven... What a sad, romanceless bunch. ]

[bloodandblunder]

W-well... we've definitely been practicing for a long time.

[memlost]

Mm-hm. And I'd say you've gotten pretty confident at it, too.

[ He combs through her hair idly. ]

So you see? There's nothing to worry about.

[bloodandblunder]

It's incredible... just a few words from you, and it's like it's silly to worry about anything.

[ During the time she's with him, at least. ]

[memlost]

Heh. If only I could do the same for everyone else.

[ Some people act like he's out to axe murder them, gosh. Is it a crime to be happy all day every day?? ]

So, feeling confident?

[bloodandblunder]

Not completely... but a little better?

[memlost]

Good! Then I'm ready to see what you've got.

[ A guy can only stand to be draped by his pretty topless girlfriend for so long before he gets antsy... ]

[bloodandblunder]

R-right, then... here I go.

[ Well, he teased her chest a little too much-- so instead, she'll start carefully nuzzling her way lower, towards his stomach. ]

[memlost]

[ Oh no... he's more nervous and/or excited than he should be, maybe. Let's hope she doesn't notice. But he asked for this!! He waits patiently, not wanting to break her concentration, but with no small anticipation. No pressure, Noire. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Of course she'll notice-- which is why she's taking her delicate, sweet time kissing from his stomach, lower, until she hovers above the hem of his pants, breathing softly on his skin.

... Hm. ]

U-um--

[memlost]

[ The kisses make him flush, wiping away conscious thought inch by inch, but who knew something as simple as her breath on his skin could be so provocative? He resists the urge to squirm as she pauses there, instead pushing himself up an elbow to look at her, still a little dazed. ]

Noire... er. [ His voice is a little thick. ] I don't mind. If you're curious, that is.

[bloodandblunder]

I'm not sure if 'curious' is the right word for it... [ Well. Maybe a little. But she meets his eyes, blushing bashfully, before she nods a little more decisively and curls her fingers into the hem of his pants. ]

[memlost]

[ He starts at the sudden fingers in his pants, and then laughs at her sudden determination. But he'll help lift himself and wiggle out of his pants as far as she'll pull them, ever present blush the only sign of his self-consciousness. ]