April System Mingle

[thespaceopera]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Possibly!
Action: April System
When: Month of April!


[Welcome to the Belt, a huge asteroid belt that's been terraformed for life. Here you can explore the different asteroids, become a rock star, race on some ATVs, enjoy not being underwater.

In other words, it's a mingle! Get in everyone!

> System Info ]

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[pulcher]

[ this time he does move. Her kiss turns sharpsharp and he shifts his hips a bit in search of something ( relief, friction, both ).

His cheeks are red, his breath is hitched. He pulls and tugs at her bra until he can ( finally ) drag it off of her. The moment he fully cups her breasts is the moment he affirms, confesses. ]

That's good.

[mucked]

[ eventually, long after the hickey's been established as a dotted red welt on his skin, she loosens her grip with a wet pop. and in the aftermath, a quiet whimper leaves her lips -- one she'd been holding back since he'd managed to dispense with her bra. ]

There are advantages to feeling a bit of hurt, I suspect. [ she tells him plainly before pressing a much gentler kiss to the same place. ]

[pulcher]

[ he makes a sound, a choked mmmhmm of agreement but at the same time, he doesn't hurry to leave any such mark on her body. He's not sure why, himself, but he leaves it to a time when he could trap her in his arms and drag her to his lap ( and what a wonderful mental image this is ). Tonight, he keeps the balance as it is, lets its particular charm wash over him.

When she makes a sound, small and long due, he answers with a sigh, reaching down for her leg, tugging it upwards to rest against his hip, fingers running over stockings. They're soft, softer than he'd imagined but nothing when compared to the skin beneath, that he does know. ]

I suppose.

[ he finally voices his agreement though those words are funnily insufficient to describe what he's feeling, what this stirs in him. ]

[mucked]

[ she offers little resistance peggy's knee slides affectionately up to his hip, her own body shifting to better accommodate his position above her. peggy leans her head back onto a pillow, tongue tracing a line on her lips as if she can still taste his skin. ]

You suppose. [ she echoes, borderline incredulous. but it's playful, and it's smiling, and her thumb touches his opposite as-yet unmarked shoulder, just where it connects with his neck. ] Perhaps you need a second demonstration.

[pulcher]

[ it all progresses from exciting to exhilarating in a matter of moments. he doesn't reach to touch the mark she'd left, not yet; but knowing it's there, feeling the tingles left in the wake of a bruising kiss, coupled with a sweep of her tongue makes his pulse race. once slow and languid, his caresses are a little quicker, a shade more urgent, journeying up her leg, over her middle and her breasts. ]

Perhaps.

[ but his tone is unraveling. one word that's meant to be leveled but comes out wanting. ]

[mucked]

[ good. peggy aims to unravel him further. she indulges in a quiet huff of happiness as his hand travels upward, but she manages to maintain enough self-control to bypass any distractions. she presses forward again -- nosing his cheek aside and opening the opposite length of his neck up to her reach.

and at the same time, she knits her fingers through his hair -- guiding him nearer until she can sink her teeth gently against his shoulder. ]

[pulcher]

[ he wants to ask, no, say something but once he leans nearer, craning his neck, inviting her to leave a twin to an earlier bruise - right then it all slips away leaving nothing but her name, a quiet repetition of it pressed to her temple and then her teeth sink and there's a happy little oh , too. ]

[mucked]

[ she's tempted -- sorely tempted -- to toss him on his back and claim the higher ground while she leaves a second mark. but her better angels argue that he deserves this upper hand, such as it is, for the time being. she wants to exult in his company, not belittle it. there will come a time, again, when she can wrestle for her place above him. not tonight, however.

her lips curl against the curve where his shoulder meets his neck. and her mouth pulls at the skin she finds there, beckoning blood to just beneath the surface. bruising him, again, but just enough to fulfill her promise of a second demonstration. ]

[pulcher]

[ it becomes more difficult, staying still under this onslaught of sharp affection. his fingers clutch at her, anchoring him in place against her. it's like a riot of nerve endings and need and he inhales sharply, managing a softer exhale as he turns her chin, catches her lips with his, breathing just a bit harder.

hands at her hips, his fingers hover over the buttons of her skirt. ]

Thinks they're any chance they'll walk in?

[ their hosts, that is. ]

[mucked]

[ she leaves another welt on his skin -- flushed red, for now, but she knows that in a few hours it'll deepen to an off-hue purple. it's easy to imagine that he's never been marked like this before. not before the serum, and certainly not after (even if she can't rightly account for his intimate connections after their paths diverged). regardless, the notion that she should be the first stokes something in her.

but then they kiss. and he hesitates. peggy, despite herself, laughs. ] Is that what you're worrying about? Good God, forget them. As long as nothing gets damaged, why should they care?

[ she dots kisses along the bridge of his nose. ] Something tells me they'll not fail to knock.

[pulcher]

what else do I have to worry about?

[ it's warm and comfortable and he's pressed against her, wearing two of her marks that tingle in the most pleasant of ways. aside from being walked in on, he has no other concern in the world. ]

Can't think of a damn thing

[mucked]

[ his fingers stay stuck at the buttons of her skirt. gently, cajoling, she drops her hands from his hips and works those buttons for herself -- easing the garment open and shimmying it down her thighs from where she sits beneath him.

then, with just a twinge of awkward, she asks: ] Then I take it you remembered to pack everything this time 'round.

[ whatever pressure that puts on him, she leans back to witness it. truth be told, she's got a few condoms stashed in her own luggage -- couldn't not, after what happened on the ring planet. but it suits her (in this moment) to play as though she'd been depending on him to remember that particular tragedy. ]