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

[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. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Well, she's aiming for completely off, so thankfully, Morgan's squirming ought to make this task a little easier.

... And then she'll just breathe for a few seconds, blush just as dark on her cheeks. ]

Thank you...

[memlost]

You're welcome!

[ He's free. FREEEE. And if she ever wondered just how attracted he is to her, she now has a stunning visual to answer her every question. By now he's sitting up, a smile high and content on his face. Adjustment time to being comfortably naked: three seconds. ]

Really gives meaning to the words "birthday suit", huh?

[bloodandblunder]

[ HOW IS HE SO COMPOSED-- she's trying not to stare, but she can't help but stare, but-- okay, deeper breath. ]

I'm not sure if that's how most people celebrate their birthdays...

[memlost]

[ Hey, he sees this thing every day. It's no news to him. Naturally, he follows her stare down to his junk, which is... there. It sure is there between them. Intruding. Also protruding. But Noire can blame herself for that part. ]

So, um... this is me! You can look as much as you like. Or touch, if that's something you'd like to do. Otherwise, this is about as interesting as it gets on its own.

[ "It", of course, being his penis. It's his penis. He gestures at it to dispel any shred of ambiguity. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Morgan is going to kill her before she even makes it long enough to touch it. THANKS, BOYFRIEND.

No, but that actually bolsters her a bit, so she'll stretch out her fingers to carefully touch it.

If her gloves weren't off already, they definitely are now. ]