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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]

[ 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. ]

[memlost]

Anywhere, huh?

[ OKAY THEN, it looks like he just has to figure things out again. Apparently she hasn't had any regrets about giving him free rein if she's doing it again now. It seems a little unfair, though, when all his parts are unambiguously on the outside and hers are... mysterious. There but not there. An ~*~enigma~*~.

But to begin with, he gently nudges her legs apart so he can park himself in-between. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Don't blame Noire for how differently men and women are shaped, okay? But she moves her legs a little wider, eyes resting on his face-- because if she looks down, she probably will overheat and die. ]

[memlost]

[ Meanwhile, Morgan's quite absorbed in planning out his next move, face flushed and openly curious. Not that there's much planning to be done, because all there is to do is get a little hands-on... so he gets his hand on, so to speak, sliding one up her leg and carefully over the space between her thighs. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Noire's breathing instantly changes, to something shaky and sharp, as her face flushes darker. It feels... weird, having his hand there, but it's not bad... ]

[memlost]

[ He looks back up, though his hand doesn't stray, and when it seems apparent that he doesn't done something horribly wrong, he lights up with success and discovery. ]

It's sensitive here too, huh? I couldn't be sure.

[ He brushes her lightly with his fingertips, exploring and testing the range of said sensitivity. ]

[bloodandblunder]

I-it is! It-- aah--

[ And she immediately shuts up, BRIGHT RED. She didn't mean to make that noise. ]

[memlost]

[ ... Wow. That was a noise that came out of her. One stunned second, and then he's grinning, looking a little too pleased with himself. ]

I'll say.

[ And just as before he'll keep on going, a little bolder with his fingers, shifting to hover over her. ]

Just, um... let me know if it starts getting to be a little too much.