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]

[ 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. ]