imeeji stuff

[unbr8kable]

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Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[unbr8kable]

[she wraps her arms around Req's waist, though her face is hot as she mumbles into Req's neck]

Yeah, well... Trying it with you was better, for sure.

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[stakesthesame]

[ kisses gently under her ear. ]

Not arguing that.

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[unbr8kable]

[exhales a large breath from her nose, washing over Req's shoulder. the heat coming from her face increases]

But also...uh. I don't do that kinda stuff too often. 'S hard not to think about you, and then it just seems rude.

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[stakesthesame]

[ ... oh,

goes pretty red, too, once the understanding hits her. ]

... I-I mean. I kinda... like that. The idea of you doing that-- thinking of me...

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[unbr8kable]

Uh. Oh? I thought maybe you'd be, uh, annoyed or weirded out, so I wasn't gonna ask, but...

[swallows]

You might, uh. Like that?

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[stakesthesame]

... seems normal to me? I mean-- s'not like my mind doesn't go wild while I'm messing around. Can't really stop it.

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[unbr8kable]

Well...guess not...

Uh, anyways, if you really don't mind, I'll, uh...go for it sometime...

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[stakesthesame]

[ huffs an amused noise. ]

I mean, don't force yourself if you're not into it? Just saying-- if you're in the mood and no one's around...

[ well, it's not like she's usually not just a text away. but. ]

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[unbr8kable]

True...

[Stays burrowed there for another few moments, then shifts a little]

Uh. But sometimes...you think about me?

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[stakesthesame]

I think about you pretty much all the time?

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[unbr8kable]

...

Well, uh. One of the times, maybe you could call and, uh. Let me know. Or, maybe I could, um. Help.

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[stakesthesame]

[ sorry WHAT ]

You-- uh. ... you want... that? I mean-- yeah, absolutely, I can do that, I just-- what if you're at home. What if you're in public. What if you're with Hurricane or something.

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[unbr8kable]

Uhh. In those cases maybe I'd have to call you back or something...maybe we could text...

I just was thinking, getting that call might be. Fun.

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[stakesthesame]

[ sssoooo red ]

... a- alright. Yeah-- I'll give you a call.

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[unbr8kable]

I mean. If you feel like it. You don't gotta rush, I don't mind waiting.

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[stakesthesame]

... well now that you've brought it up, I want to...

...

I'll surprise you.

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[unbr8kable]

[Shivers pleasantly, and noses into Req's shoulder; presses some warm kisses into her neck]

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[stakesthesame]

[ squirms a little, with a soft laugh, rocking up slightly against her...

and shifts, gently urging nem onto her back. ]

Why don't we clean up for now though, mm?

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[unbr8kable]

Okay, okay...

[reluctantly rolls off, but keeps contact with her side]

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[stakesthesame]

[ smiles and gently presses her down-- leaning along her side, not pressing over top of her-- and leaning in for those tiny, gentle kisses against her lips and along her jaw, down her neck and clavicle and chest...

She doesn't linger very long, or waste much time, just drifting her way down her body with lips and smooth drags of her fingers, until she settles in between Nem's knees, flat on her stomach over the blanket. ]

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[unbr8kable]

Nnnnn?

[She shivers and reaches out to comb through Req's hair, gentle but shaky, someplace between 'are you sure' and 'hell yeah']

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[stakesthesame]

[ hell yeah!!!

she kisses her inner thigh as she settles in, with nem's legs over her shoulders; looks up at the touch and grins, sticking her tongue out at her.

and then bows her head without pause or ceremony, and drags her tongue up along her slit from perineum to clit. ]

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[unbr8kable]

[nemesis groans out an extended curse, rolling her hips (mostly) gently at the feel of warm, flat tongue over her already sensitive folds. Her hand settles careful in Req’s hair and the backs of her legs press solid against Req’s shoulders, encouraging.

(In the mirror above, it’s just her, flat on her back and spread wide and she gives a full body shiver at that as well, arching back into Req’s heat]

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[stakesthesame]

[ That basically counts as ghost sex, right? Better mark that off the bucket list.

Req settles in comfortably against Nem with a pleasant shudder at the light pressure of her legs, pressing her tongue in along the folds in time with the rock of her hips. She only pulls back every so often to press tiny, open-mouth kisses along the sensitive flesh, sucking lightly at the skin and grazing her teeth faintly along it before dipping in to lick again. ]

Re: now with the correct journal, oops.

[unbr8kable]

[zombie goasts come into this place]

[Nemesis squirms against her with a fluttery call of her name, only becoming wetter despite Req's valiant efforts to clean her up. One hand stays resting on Req's hair, shaky but enjoying the contact; the other drifts back up to play with her breast. It all feels terribly debauched, and honestly that only adds to the appeal.]