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]

Ah, no-- it felt really nice, too. [ SHE WOULD NEVER DO THIS OUT OF SPITE-- and her breath is already catching in her throat when she hears that noise. Morgan, you're killing her. ]

[memlost]

[ Killing her when he's in control, killing her when he's not... ]

So does this... if you couldn't tell.

[ This is a lot of pent up feeling she's building up in him. His hips shift, looking for something that isn't quite there, and he sighs with a tiny bit of frustration. Not at her, but the mounting need inside him. These feelings are very distracting and difficult to ignore!! Finally he straightens and takes her lips, abandoning his usual care in favor of something more forceful. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Before she can reply, she'd suddenly cut off with a stifled noise of surprise, almost falling backwards in the process. She hadn't expected such a desperate kiss, but at the same time... there's something that stirs up more warmth in her stomach, and her lips part to kiss him back just as hard. ]

[memlost]

[ He can always count on her to match him. He pushes forward, urging her onto her back, following each kiss with another. Trying to work it out of his system... though it's wishful to think kisses alone could be enough at this point. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Yeah, no, with every kiss, it's only making Noire grasp for something else-- his shoulders this time, bringing their chests together. It's still much too hot, but there's something enjoyable about this kind of intensity. ]

[memlost]

[ It was one thing to be all over her while fully clothed, but with all this naked flesh poking and rubbing around, it's a whole different experience. All the naked flesh also draws attention to the areas that aren't bare, the material of Noire's pants rough against his legs. The final frontier...

Still, her shared enthusiasm must give him courage, because while their mouths are busy his hand is traveling down her hip, sneaking past her waistband. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ It's not something Noire fails to notice, and she slowly draws back-- just enough to speak breathlessly, hesitantly. ]

Do you need them off...?

[memlost]

[ He pauses for a few heavy breaths, taking her in and contemplating how much he actually Needs her to take off her pants. How technical are they getting here. Either way... ]

Yes. By a given definition. Erm, if you're ready, of course.

[bloodandblunder]

I think the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach isn't stress, sickness, or any manner of curse, so-- o-okay. [ but she has to lean back even further to get them loose enough to slide down her hips. ]

[memlost]

Uncomfortable feeling?

[ He stops, frowning down at her stomach. He can postpone getting into her pants for the moment. ]

What's wrong? Do you feel sick?

[bloodandblunder]

Mm, that's not it. It's just sort of... hot and twisty?

[ Arousal is complicated to explain. ]

[memlost]

Hot and... Noire, that doesn't sound good.

[ He's just as aroused and he still doesn't understand?? He runs a concerned hand over her stomach. ]

We can take a break. Do you want me to get you some water?

[bloodandblunder]

N-no, that's not... I mean, I'd rather not stop?

[ Please. ]

[memlost]

[ He hums thoughtfully, considering her. He doesn't want to stop either, honestly, but... ]

You'll tell me if you feel any worse?

[bloodandblunder]

I will... I promise.

[ Or figure it out, at least. ]

[memlost]

Alrighty.

[ He trusts her!! To not die in the process of getting frisky... He leaves a kiss on her head before finally sitting up and working on those pants. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ And Noire will... hold still, because helping might involve kneeing him in the forehead, and that's a mood killer for sure. ]

[memlost]

[ .........

He's only ever had a vaguely factual understanding of the female nether region. Which is why he's staring now, even as he shifts to absently pull her pants off and over her feet. He has so many questions... ]

[bloodandblunder]

... Is something wrong?

[ WHY ARE YOU STUDYING IT-- ]

[memlost]

N-no!

[ He looks hastily back up at her as if to overwrite the fact that he was very much studying it. Don't be rude, Morgan!! What would his mother say if she knew he was staring at a lady's privates. ]

Nothing's wrong! I was just surpris-- er... taken off... [ Pause. ] Fascinated. I was fascinated.

[bloodandblunder]

[ Let's not think about mothers right now-- ]

It looks strange, doesn't it?

[ OF COURSE SHE KNEW SHE'D LOOK WEIRD ]

[memlost]

[ THEY'D ALL LOOK WEIRD TO HIM ]

I... um, don't have much frame of reference. B-but you look great! Very evocative.

[ That much is true; the sight of her is making him blush like a schoolboy. He has to remind himself that he doesn't have to look away. It wouldn't make sense to avoid that which he so eagerly uncoverd... ]

Besides, this was probably just as strange for you.

[ Yes, he's pointing at his junk again. ]

[bloodandblunder]

A-a little, but I mean, it wasn't strange in an uncomfortable sense-- [ BUT SHE CAN'T LOOK WITHOUT REDDENING. ]

[memlost]

This isn't uncomfortable for me either! I'm just at a loss on where to begin.

[ To help calm her down a little(??), he rubs her thighs soothingly. And to stall a little, because he's still trying to sort things out mentally. ]

[bloodandblunder]

A... anywhere you'd like?

[ THE MOST HELPFUL. But at least she's relaxing a bit. ]