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[it's not fair when he's invisible, and so she's left trying to find where he is. but those fingers are a clue, at least. something that she can find. she pulls herself closer to him-- accidentally a little more quickly than she would have liked. but. spatial sensing.
Still, she can leverage that reach a hand up to his face, and to pull it down, closer to her.
And it... well, provides a very quick clue that the only thing she's wearing is her shirt.]
... Can we-- maybe... try something new?
You can kiss me for yes.
Still, she can leverage that reach a hand up to his face, and to pull it down, closer to her.
And it... well, provides a very quick clue that the only thing she's wearing is her shirt.]
... Can we-- maybe... try something new?
You can kiss me for yes.
[....oh.
It's too bad she can't see his face, because he just went redder than his hair - but after a moment of internal deliberation, which only takes a micro second, honestly -
He leans in, pressing his lips to hers.
Honestly? he's willing to do anything she wants him to, and he thinks she knows that. Or at least, he hopes she does.]
It's too bad she can't see his face, because he just went redder than his hair - but after a moment of internal deliberation, which only takes a micro second, honestly -
He leans in, pressing his lips to hers.
Honestly? he's willing to do anything she wants him to, and he thinks she knows that. Or at least, he hopes she does.]
[She flushes a little bit when he kisses her, a little firecracker going off in her mind, and she quickly puts her arms around his neck. her body fully flush against his.
It's weird to be pressed against someone essentially invisible, but also... she likes the added challenge. She really has to feel him to know what she's doing. Find a more primal way to communicate. She starts to pull him with her towards the bed-- and once they are close enough, she turns and pushes him onto it.]
It's weird to be pressed against someone essentially invisible, but also... she likes the added challenge. She really has to feel him to know what she's doing. Find a more primal way to communicate. She starts to pull him with her towards the bed-- and once they are close enough, she turns and pushes him onto it.]
[It is a challenge - but he figures if he really needs to, he can write in the palm of her hand with his own. Either way, it's without words - and it's sure to be an experience neither of them will soon forget.
As she pulls him, he follows - easily going on the bed with a fwump, only pausing just long enough for the ghostly sound of rustling fabric to rise in the air. He doesn't really need his Shihakusho closed in a situation like this, tho he keeps it on just in case she'd like to remove the two layers herself, undressing an invisible man with only her imagination to provide the image.
It's an interesting thought - and really, he wishes that he could see through her eyes for a moment.
Though he reaches up again, touching her shoulder, her collarbone - keeping constant contact, to let her know where he is at all times.]
As she pulls him, he follows - easily going on the bed with a fwump, only pausing just long enough for the ghostly sound of rustling fabric to rise in the air. He doesn't really need his Shihakusho closed in a situation like this, tho he keeps it on just in case she'd like to remove the two layers herself, undressing an invisible man with only her imagination to provide the image.
It's an interesting thought - and really, he wishes that he could see through her eyes for a moment.
Though he reaches up again, touching her shoulder, her collarbone - keeping constant contact, to let her know where he is at all times.]
Edited 2018-12-21 06:06 (UTC)
[when she feels his hand on her shoulder, she smiles a little, and then bites her lip, considering the empty space beneath her. it's weird, because she can feel him, her hands can trace his outline to find out exactly where she needs to move her body to straddle him.
She can feel the fabric he's wearing, and it gets a breath of a laugh out of her as she finds the edges and then his belt, where she has to feel the knot to really understand exactly how to undo it, with her weight leaning against his hips. But once that was undone, her hands move back along his abdomen, up ti his neck, and then his face,
Once she finds his lips, she leans down and kisses him again, her shirt hanging off her, loosely.
She pauses one brief moment]
Hey... I, um... [she hesitates]
... I want to drive. [as though it wasn't obvious.] But we still have to communicate, somehow.
She can feel the fabric he's wearing, and it gets a breath of a laugh out of her as she finds the edges and then his belt, where she has to feel the knot to really understand exactly how to undo it, with her weight leaning against his hips. But once that was undone, her hands move back along his abdomen, up ti his neck, and then his face,
Once she finds his lips, she leans down and kisses him again, her shirt hanging off her, loosely.
She pauses one brief moment]
Hey... I, um... [she hesitates]
... I want to drive. [as though it wasn't obvious.] But we still have to communicate, somehow.
Edited (and then tab ruined me) 2018-12-22 02:43 (UTC)
[It's funny, how intimate the act of someone else undressing you is. And while he enjoyed it, his own fingers were slowly creeping up her sides, teasing himself with the idea of taking it off of her, just like she traces her hands up his own torso, feeling every muscle there.
(And there is a LOT. Boy is ripped.)
But then she stops, and he pauses for a minute himself before grabbing his tablet from the bedside table.]
It's alright. I read about this once - I can have a set pattern of knocks to communicate. Like in a rhythm for yes or no - it's pretty common, apparently, when someone has a gag on.
[....OH GOD WAIT]
I, um. Read a lot, so...I'm not really speaking from experience here.
(And there is a LOT. Boy is ripped.)
But then she stops, and he pauses for a minute himself before grabbing his tablet from the bedside table.]
It's alright. I read about this once - I can have a set pattern of knocks to communicate. Like in a rhythm for yes or no - it's pretty common, apparently, when someone has a gag on.
[....OH GOD WAIT]
I, um. Read a lot, so...I'm not really speaking from experience here.
[she pauses, and then leans down, before she's laying flush against him, her shirt the only thing separating them. But it's thin enough that she can still appreciate exactly how ripped he ii.]
Okay.
[her tone is a little harder to read-- but it's something akin to amusement.]
Simple taps for yes, or no. But a pattern for stop.
[a small "hm" as she sits up slightly.]
What's the pattern?
Okay.
[her tone is a little harder to read-- but it's something akin to amusement.]
Simple taps for yes, or no. But a pattern for stop.
[a small "hm" as she sits up slightly.]
What's the pattern?
[For a lot of the others, this is a day when they get back their memories - and he saw enough of how she acted in public to be worried enough to go and see her.
So he's going to her room, knocking on the wall like he always does.]
So he's going to her room, knocking on the wall like he always does.]
Edited 2018-12-25 02:20 (UTC)
[THERE'S AN IMMEDIATE KNOCK.
Listen, he's - she might be able to feel it, but he's already standing at attention. He's young, and she is literally pressed against his body, so...
There's the soft touch of lips on her chin, for a moment - before his hands tug at her shirt, gently.
May he take it off?]
Listen, he's - she might be able to feel it, but he's already standing at attention. He's young, and she is literally pressed against his body, so...
There's the soft touch of lips on her chin, for a moment - before his hands tug at her shirt, gently.
May he take it off?]
[a shiver runs up her spine at that single, solitary tap, and she presses herself up. She's looking at where she knows his face is, considering for a moment where his hands are, before she says,]
No.
[it's an instinctive thing, to set that boundary, but it gives her a little bit of a thrill.]
I want you to satisfy me first. [and here, her face turns redder.]
Well.. I want you to, um, eat me out.
No.
[it's an instinctive thing, to set that boundary, but it gives her a little bit of a thrill.]
I want you to satisfy me first. [and here, her face turns redder.]
Well.. I want you to, um, eat me out.
[she turns her hand upwards to his, her thumb tracing along his palmline. She answers almost immediately as she reads his reassurance.]
I feel ready to snap in half. Why am I here? How can any of us even think of working for this fucking--...
[she bites off the word, but her hand tenses under his.]
I hate them so much. I just want to destroy them, let something new take its place.
I feel ready to snap in half. Why am I here? How can any of us even think of working for this fucking--...
[she bites off the word, but her hand tenses under his.]
I hate them so much. I just want to destroy them, let something new take its place.
[It's not like he doesn't understand her anger. He's felt much the same, in his small amount working for them before he ended up in this resort.]
We work for them because we have no other choice. Well, no. There is a choice - but that means dying here and letting your soul go back to your world.
[He pauses, and then-]
But destruction might not be the answer here. Changing it is - and we have allies to help us there.
We work for them because we have no other choice. Well, no. There is a choice - but that means dying here and letting your soul go back to your world.
[He pauses, and then-]
But destruction might not be the answer here. Changing it is - and we have allies to help us there.
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