Waystation Mingle Log!

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Who: GAME-WIDE MINGLE aka everyone
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.

[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.

Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]

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[serves]

Neither am I. [Don't mind him as he presses his lips to her ear.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Oh she is not minding that at all, her breath catching slightly as he makes his move.]

I can see that. I didn't expect you to be quite so bold in public.

[Because this is still a public place, as private as the setting feels. There's really nothing at all stopping anyone from walking right in and finding Cullen macking on his Inquisitor.]

[serves]

It's no more public than the ramparts.

[He macked on her plenty of times there.]

[dawnwillcome]

[But she doesn't remember the ramparts and every attempt she's made to learn more about what Cullen has experienced with her already tends to lead to melancholy, so she doesn't ask. Curious as she is to know what they did on the ramparts, Jove just smirks and curls a little closer to Cullen.]

The people here strike me as less likely to flee after interrupting their Commander, though.

[serves]

[And he'll hold her that much tighter, though now he seems to be trying to kiss at her neck. For warmth. Clearly.]

I'll deal with it.

[dawnwillcome]

Clearly.

[He's lucky she's wearing something without the high collar she usually sports, but really she's just as lucky. His lips are warm and soft against her skin and Jove sighs softly, reaching a hand up to curl around the back of Cullen's neck and encourage his exploration.]

[serves]

[If she's encouraging it, then he'll happily comply. His kisses are slow, but he's leaving a clear line of them on her neck. If only he could get her shoulder, too.]

[dawnwillcome]

[It always strikes her as just a little unfair that he always knows just where to touch and kiss to reduce her to a quivery mess so quickly when she doesn't have any of the same memories about his body, but despite this Jove is fairly certain it wouldn't be hard at all to turn the tables if she wanted to. And she does, but just maybe not quite yet.]

You said anything I want, but I'm starting to think there's something you're after.

[serves]

I just want to make you happy. [Hey, she's welcome to top, here.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Well, in that case.

She pulls away for a moment, but only so she can shift so she's up on her knees and throwing one leg over Cullen's waist.]

We should see to your own happiness, don't you think? It wouldn't do to have things be unbalanced.

[Don't mind her leaning in to press her own kisses along your neck, Cullen.]

[serves]

[He freezes, for a moment, but then he's back to putting his hands on her hips, steadying her... even as a low sound escapes his throat.]

I'm more than happy to please you.

[dawnwillcome]

I've noticed.

[She settles herself carefully in his lap, hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders as she looks him over.]

Are human ears anywhere near as sensitive as elf ears?

[serves]

I'm sorry to disappoint.

[He's a sucker for fingers through his hair.]

[dawnwillcome]

[She rolls her eyes. Cullen, disappoint? Yeah right.]

I'll just find other things to do to you, I suppose. You did seem to lose your train of thought when I did this to you.

[She threads her fingers through his hair, nails very gently catching his scalp as she leans closer to kiss his jaw.]

That might have had something to do with the water, though...

[serves]

Did I? [He's struggling not to right now, because Maker, that feels good. Both her fingers and her lips. His hold on her tightens, just a fraction.]

[dawnwillcome]

It was some time ago, of course. I could be misremembering.

[Except that's a big fat lie because she remembers it pretty clearly. Her fingers curl into his hair to take a gentle hold of his head, turning it so she'll have easier access to keep laying kisses along his neck in the same places he'd done exactly that to her just moments ago.]

[serves]

Jove.

[He murmurs her name, hands sliding up to her ribs. He could melt through the dock right now.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Her lips graze his ear when she answers.]

Yes, Cullen?

[serves]

You're lucky I have a good sense of balance.

[MAKING OUT ON A DOCK WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. He chuckles and turns his face to kiss her on the lips.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Just when she's about to point out he doesn't seem to mind, he chooses to cut her off with that kiss. Similarly, she doesn't mind either, hands cradling the back of his head while she kisses him back slowly.

They haven't done this in so long, there had been so many hiccups that Jove hadn't been entirely sure it wasn't a fluke, but it's so easy to fall back into this it's like they never stopped in the first place.]

[serves]

[Slow. He likes slow. Her mouth is warm and soft and he could really do this all day. His hands rest below her breasts, and his tongue brushes against her lips.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Curious as she is to know where he's going with those hands, Jove is more than caught up in the press of their lips, in parting hers so Cullen's tongue can do more than just brush. She shifts a little closer for a better angle and runs a hand through his hair from his temple and all the way back before letting it settle at the back of his neck.]

[serves]

[That's definitely a moan coming unbidden from the back of his throat. No stopping it once she runs her hand through his hair like that.

And he... has to shift his hips a little, because he's getting a little too into this.]

[dawnwillcome]

[She smirks against his lips and has the mercy to lift hers away a little, putting more weight on her knees and less on his lap to save him that particular embarrassment.

It doesn't exactly feel great, her knees against the wood even thought the barrier of her pants, but it's probably the safer option. When she chooses to slip her tongue into his mouth it should be clear she'd rather suffer a little discomfort than stop.]

[serves]

[Carefully, he begins to lean back--far enough, eventually, that he's flat on his back on the dock. He can sense the weight on those knees, missy. Even if she had all her weight on his chest, she's like a stick. He can handle her.]