001 || video & action

[pirasea]

Who: Isabela and everyone ever (or anyone who wants to talk to her, at least)
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress, or Marsiva if you can catch her in the brief time before she's assigned her ship.
When: In the hours pre-shuffle and just post-shuffle

[When Isabela wakes up the first thing she does is check for daggers. Which are, of course, absent. She checks both her surroundings and her person.]

Shit.

[Unsurprisingly voicing her frustration doesn't help. There doesn't even seem to be anything she can use as a makeshift weapon. Cautiously, she bends down to retrieve a rather magnificent hat that seems to have fallen off while she was still out. She feels around in that too. Just in case. Any concealed weapons it might have held at one time are no longer there, however.

Is it even possible for her to look any more pissed off? Evidently so.]

Comments

action; Marsiva

[pirasea]

[She moves back with him, but stops short of finding herself against it. She'll need that space, and likely soon.

It's when he breaks the kiss she takes her chance, much as she likes the look of where his mouth was heading. Her reflexes quickened by years of experience she grabs the back of his hair wherever it's long enough for her to get a grip, using her other hand to attempt to manoeuvre him against the wall now close behind.

Isabela's used to being in charge, both on her ship and in bed. It's not a habit she intends to break if she can help it.]

action; Marsiva

[poetontheinside]

[His hair is long in plenty of places, but mostly on top-- when she grabs it he gives a little startled yelp, her grip tilting his head back. It's uncomfortable, but only until his back hits the wall and he gets both his arms back around her waist.

Alright, so it'll take some getting used to- he's used to gentle and attentive when it comes to women, and if they want someone to be in charge they want the cop to do it. But he can get behind this.]

action; Marsiva

[pirasea]

[He's quick to listen and no cold fish either. That's good. Not that she doesn't appreciate the struggle when her partner wants dominance as much as she does, but she also enjoys a man who'll give up control without just resorting to standing there and letting her do everything. It's a far too common occurrence and one she is pleased isn't happening here.

She softens her touch momentarily, soothing the spot on his scalp she'd pulled at previously before she moves that hand to his shoulder, her nails digging lightly into the back of his shoulder. Her free hand she pushes against his chest, keeping him in place while she moves to kiss his neck, picking back up where she'd cut him off.]

action; Marsiva

[poetontheinside]

[He lets out a soft hiss when his mouth is free- both because of the nails in his shoulder and her mouth on his neck. It's clear that he's not just emotionally sensitive but also physically, because what she's doing to him is already making him go weak at the knees.

But with her hands keeping him in place and her mouth moving down his neck he's not sure what to do- even if she wants to be in charge, he feels the need to do something, to make this at least as good for her as this is for him. He drops one hand to her uncovered thigh, skirting his fingertips up to where she's finally wearing something, and he rocks slowly against her.]

action; Marsiva

[pirasea]

[She hums approvingly against his neck at that, rocking up against him herself in encouragement to keep on with what he's doing. If he keeps up this performance she may have to remember him for the future.]

action; Marsiva

[poetontheinside]

[He'd be pleased to hear that, if she ever told him. For now he lets out a low groan when she starts rocking back. He opens his eyes for a moment, and only then remembers where they are: in the middle of the observation deck. He gives an awkward little sound, still pulling her close to him.]

I don't wanna, uh, ruin this or nothin', but unless you wanna be observed yourself, maybe we should take this party...