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Who: Leilani and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the planet or Blue Fish
When: Throughout the month

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Is there anyone on the fleet with experience fighting with one hand?

A friend requires a little help.

[ The most obvious 'asking for a friend' line there has ever been, surely. ]

IN THE HOUSING AREA & SUPERMARKET.

[ For a girl that grew up in a clan where 'houses' were travelling Aravel, seeing a modern human house is almost a novel experience. It doesn't take her too long to go out of her way to pick one out, busting the lock and roaming around as she explores all the amenities. It's not a particularly big house, but it doesn't need to be when it's just her and maybe Dorian and a few others - she has some ideas - and she takes the chance to relax, to breathe, to calm down after waking back up with the loss of her arm.

If she spots anyone else milling around the neighbourhood she'll be quick to go out of her way to talk to them, ignoring the fact that she very clearly had an arm the last time people saw her and very obviously does not have one now. She'll also make her way to the supermarket and grab as much fruit as possible, sometimes even sitting in the middle of an aisle to eat some of it. It's been long enough that she doesn't really care about the impression she's making, because the fruit is far more important.

Of course, each morning you can see her busting open the lock to 'her' house again, because she's claimed it for now. If she had a big flag to slam down in the middle of it she would. There's definitely a few nights where she camps out in the supermarket to see what's going on, only to be shocked by the sudden refresh of food, frowning as she tries to figure out if there's some kind of magical reasoning behind it. ]

AMUSEMENT PARK.

[ The amusement park is what really enchants Leilani; she's never seen anything like it before and all the wild rides and exciting thrills make her appear more like a child than a woman in her mid-twenties. While she's not a particularly huge fan of the rollercoasters that leave her hanging upside down - she's been in the hand of a giant before, actually, which isn't particularly fun - she adores the rollercoasters and the quick drops, and is happy to run around and go on any rides with anyone, should she be asked.

When it comes to the games for stuffed toys... She's just on the side of being a little too honest to outright steal them, especially since she's trying to win them for someone, so she's entirely focussed on the ring toss game to try and earn her prize. It's a little bit of an awkward situation with one arm, but she does her best, tilting her head and almost squinting to make aim; half the time she's still terrible and misses, but she's doing her best and that's what counts.

If you're very lucky, you might catch her chasing after a moustached man while trying to cajole him into going on another ride with her, much to his reluctant agreement. ]

CLOSED TO JUSTICE.

[ One of the more novel things about having a house is being able to share it with someone; there's a certain shyness that comes hand in hand with sharing your space with someone who hasn't seen you half dead or shared a room with you for a handful of months. Leilani had no issues inviting Justice to stay with her, but there's something unspoken hanging between them now. They spend time together, they're intimate, they had certainly done things that cross the line between friend and more, but they've never really spoken about it.

She can remember Riona's quiet conversation about what it means to be that kind of person for and with Justice and she doesn't want to take it somewhere that neither of them are ready for, or to push for something that he's not agreeable to.

Evenings together are a wonderful novelty, and Leilani takes the opportunity to settle down in the room she'd claimed for herself, bringing Justice with her. There's an urge, she thinks, to ignore the conversation hanging between them and just kiss him again - and she does, a number of times, because she's definitely not going to get bored of kissing him - but she has to pull back, too, reaching for his hands and squeezing them gently.

Maybe saying 'we need to talk' won't be as ominous to a spirit? ]

Justice. [ Dorian would laugh in her face if he could see her. ] I think we should talk about some things.

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Of course.

[It wouldn't occur to him to muffle himself. He's learned no shame, no need to hide sex. Besides, there's no one in the house to be bothered by the noise, except perhaps Loyalty.

He misses her weight on his lap, but it's worth it when he helps her strip off her pants. There's nothing surprising under her clothes, but there's still some appeal to her stripping specifically for his benefit, he finds.

As soon as her pants are off, he crawls over her to bow his head and kiss her stomach, curiously running his fingers down all the bare skin he hasn't been allowed to touch until now.

He skims his hands over the swell of her hips, the curves of her thighs, the muscle of her calves. Warm, pale skin, a cornucopia of new experiences. Then his hand slips between her legs, cupping her over her underwear, tracing the contours of her sex through the fabric.]

[ There's a short period of time where she feels a little awkward and uncertain; her shirt is gone, her trousers are off, and she's bared completely to him. She knows her arm isn't attractive. It had literally been ripped away from her and even the reminder of it makes her feel on edge, as if she has to try and angle herself, somehow, to hide the awkward loss from the elbow down, as if she can disguise it at all when Justice is so close and near.

Of course Leilani knows that he doesn't care - she can see it when he moves straight over to her, leaning down to kiss her skin, fingers exploring the length of her body without pause. She breathes out sharply, lifting her one hand to touch his head, to brush through his hair gently.

Each exploration is lovely, she thinks. Fingers against her thighs, her legs, exploring the muscle made through weeks and months of travel and climbing and work. When it moves to the warmth between her thighs Leilani breathes out a soft sound, pleased and flushed, leaning back and opening her legs just a little, giving him the freedom to touch and explore. ]

[Justice has seen many bodies. It's simply part of being a spirit--seeing dreams, seeing thoughts, knowing mortals more intimately than they do in many ways. Injury, deformity, modification--he's seen it all before, and it's not something he finds particularly attractive or unattractive. It simply is. It's evidence of a life led.

He likes it when she makes that little noise and touches his hair. He hums as she parts her legs, sliding his fingers up and down the cloth as it warms and dampens. His touch remains curious, open and exploratory.

He pauses only to hook his fingers on her underwear, pulling it down over her legs.

[ He hasn't protested her fingers brushing through his hair so she keeps doing it, letting the gentle motions soothe her. There is an edge of nerves about it - sleeping with anyone for the first time is an exciting and thrilling experience, even without the knowledge that you could be the factor that decides whether or not someone likes sex. Leilani wants to do well by him, wants to please him, to give him something good, at it settles around her like a soft, downy weight.

Slowly, her hips move with him, pressing down against his fingers with a sharp, breathless noise. It's only when his fingers hook into her underwear that she stops, pausing to life her hips even as she reaches out to put her hand over his quickly. ]

You're still comfortable?

[When her hands jerk over his, he stops immediately, wondering if she's going to put an end to their activities again. Did he do something wrong?]

I am if you are.

[Justice leans his cheek against her hip, staring up at her lovely purple eyes.] I would tell you if I were not. I am not known to keep my thoughts to myself.

[ There's only hesitance because she wants to make sure; her conversation with Riona makes her want to double check, to be safe, make sure he's truly happy. ]

I've no complaints.

[ Her fingers brush through his hair and she softens, smile relaxing. ]

No, I hadn't imagined so. Please, continue.

[He kisses her hip, savoring the feeling of her hands in his hair as he draws her panties over her hips and off her body.

She's completely naked now. He still has his trousers on, but he's distracted by her. She doesn't look much different from any other female elf, but there's still something alluring about her being revealed in particular for him for this purpose.

He's not innocent in the ways of mortal sexuality. They dream of it a lot. He knows the most common things they do together. He kisses her stomach, slipping his fingers up her thighs.]

May I taste you?

[ A part of her wonders how he's so proficient at knowing just what to do to her, what to do with her, but there's the idle memory of a connection to the Fade, of his abilities, knowing that he's a spirit --

Her cheeks flush with warmth as she settles back in the bed, a touch embarrassed if only because it's the first time she's been naked with someone new for a long time. The edges of her tattoo curl around the side of her body and with her arm gone she still feels a little too bare, a little uncertain about her attractiveness with the loss of something so fundamental.

Justice is quick to remind her of where she is and who she's with, however. ]

If that's what you'd like.

It is.

[It seems like a good place to start. Something he can do that allows him to experience sexuality, where he has all the control and the focus is entirely on her. That's the sort of thing he's most comfortable with.

He hooks her leg on his shoulder, spreading her out for him. He explores her with his fingers first, burying them in the curls between her legs and learning the contours of her sex. Then he bows his head, running his tongue along it, learning and curious as he goes.]

[ Leilani is completely fine with this plan - she has no reason not to be, considering, especially since it means Justice can experience both giving and receiving pleasure. There are some men who don't seem to understand what that means, and if she's going to be the first person Justice is intimate with she's going to make sure he gets it right.

She lets him move and guide her legs, shifting a little as his fingers begin to press and explore. It's impossible not to gasp, her fingers reaching down to help guide him before she leans back into the bed and lets her eyes close. It's not going to be perfect the first time, but it's better to let him learn, to test from her reactions then it is to spoil it by telling him. ]

[There's something very distinctive about the way she tastes, almost as distinctive as the feeling of her presence and thoughts in the air. He can still taste the Fade and her magic on her.

He smooths his hands up her thighs, paying close attention to the way she feels. He wants to make this as enjoyable for her as possible. He kisses her clit, taking it between his lips to gently mouth it before moving down and slipping his tongue inside of her.]

[ Leilani has rarely been with someone so attentive and careful about what she wants - it must be, she thinks, part of being a spirit, part of being able to recognise her thoughts and emotions from her very thoughts. It means that Justice is very good at what he does despite it being his first time, and she can lean back into the sheets and breathe out a sharp little noise. ]

You are - ah. You're good at this.

[ It comes out fuzzier and quieter than she means it to, but she's flushed and desperate and riding a high she hasn't felt in months. ]

[He likes that noise. He likes the way that her pleasure hums and radiates from her skin in waves, washing over him until it's a shared experience.

He hums in acknowledgement, inadvertently humming his lips and tongue against and inside of her. He nuzzles her clit with his nose, twisting and curling his tongue inside of her and taking in every aspect of the experience.

His fingers dig into the flesh of her hips, his palms moving to cup her ass and allow him more leverage as he buries his face between her thighs.]

[ It's not perfect - it was never going to be, not the first time - but it is good, and Leilani's hand stroke through his hair with a tenderness that she can't hide as she breathes out sharply, trying to keep her cool. She's always been particularly weak to someone between her legs and it's showing itself now as she bites her lip, swallowing her sounds without really thinking about it.

She's flushed and desperate and close, shifting her hips to press up against Justice, welcoming everything he's giving her, before her hands tighten in his hair and she moans, low and quiet. ]

Please -

[Justice can feel her climax building almost as intimately as she can. He hums again, letting the vibrations run to his lips and tongue as he twists inside of her and nuzzles her clit. What he doesn't have in experience, he offers in enthusiasm, pressing as deep as he can into her and taking the opportunity to turn and swipe his tongue in every way, searching for the spot and motion she responds best to.

One hand moves from her ass, circling his thumb around her clit to help push her over the edge.]

[ He is good at this, considering it's his first time - Leilani can only attribute it to the fact that he is constantly aware of her thoughts and feelings, able to sense the things that feel the best and make her feel good. It's easy to slip into the mindset of letting pleasure wash over her; he clearly wants her to feel good and is enthusiastic about her pleasure, and Leilani can accept that with grace and happiness.

When she comes it's with a shaken noise, her head tilting back as she breathes out his name, tugging on his hair sharply. The shocks run through her and she has to force herself to lower her grip, to lean back so that she can actually tilt her head and look at him, fuzzy and warm and content. ]

[Her climax washes over him, sudden and intense and forcing him to tense. It's a completely foreign sensation. It comes in a wave, bursting from her skin, running down his spine, consuming everything for a moment.

She pulls his hair, and he could hear her say 'Justice' like that all day. He wants to do that again, wants to cause those noises and feel her break--but mortals need to cool down, don't they? He pulls away, placing little feathery kisses on the inside of her thighs before crawling up to meet her, running his hand over every curve of her hip, her stomach, her ribs, then her breast, taking the opportunity to explore what it's like to touch a naked mortal body.

He focuses on every swell and divot of bone and flesh, as if memorizing her, before leaning in for a kiss.]

[ It's impossible not to be completely and utterly delighted by everything that Justice has given her, and the way that he continues to press kisses against her skin, to reach for her, to touch her - it makes her feel borderline worshipped, her skin flushed. Leilani has not felt this way in a long time and it settles around her like a warm blanket, her hands lifting to draw him close with all the tenderness she can muster.

She's never been able to do this without a confusing mixture of feelings, but she can worry about that later. ]

Thank you. [ She tilts her head, leaning into the kiss, offering him more and more without pause nor hesitation. ] That was wonderful. [ And she sounds breathless for it, so clearly he's done well. ] Did - was it alright?

[Justice would have to admit to no small amount of pride at having done well. He's made her happy, and he feels the glow on her skin as she draws him close and his kiss lingers on her lips, twisting their tongues together before they have to part to speak.]

I felt what you felt. [He draws his fingers up her sternum, exploring her collar with the same care he gave her ribs, stomach, and hips.] You enjoyed it, so I did as well.

[He thinks he wouldn't mind doing that again at all.]

I might find that embarrassing if I wasn't used to it.

[ Cole always knew everything she felt, all the things she was feeling, all her dreams and confusions and tangled up emotions. It's so easy to lean into the touch, to tilt her body so she can kiss him again, hoping that he feels good more than just getting the reflection of her own enjoyment. It can't be all about her, really.

Shifting, Leilani moves to press soft kisses against his jaw, her hand resting on his chest. ]

You have two options now, Justice.

It is a part of spending time with me, for better or for worse. [Justice isn't ashamed of his power by any means, but he does understand that mortals can find it unsettling. He's glad that's not the case for Leilani.

He hums softly as she kisses his jaw, pulling her closer so he can run his fingers down her back, tracing the hills and valleys of her spine and the curve of her shoulder blades.]

Oh?

I'm not complaining. It's a small price to pay for the pleasure of your company. [ Which is true enough. Justice is a good, kind and loyal friend - she's had her fair share of those, true, but few that she is as proud of and sure of as the one holding her now.

The gentle press of fingers along her back makes her shiver; Leilani stretches a little, almost catlike. ]

I can return the favour or... We can go all the way. [ Is it appropriate to say 'you can fuck me' to a virgin - ]

[Both of those offers sound quite attractive. He moves to kiss her ears, to draw his tongue up to the tip.]

I can do both, if that is what you wish.

[Having a physical form hasn't given him any of the limits of humanity so far. He doesn't see why this would be any different from not needing food or water.]

[ She hums, more than happy to indulge in that, her eyes closing as she basks. ]

You are going to put every man I've ever met to shame, Justice.

[The small almost smile that flickers over Justice's face as he gently sucks on the tip of her ear is a little smug.]

There are benefits to being a spirit.

[And apparently, those benefits come in handy when having sex with mortals. Who knew?

He trails kisses down the shell of her ear, then to her mouth.] Tell me what you wish.

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