driftfleet | 002. ☾ First contact { Action }

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002. ☾ First contact { Action }

Who: Cecil and you!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Planet, around!
When: October 24th, night

[ After sifting through the changes made to the ship with the disappearance of some of the crew, as well as making sure their newest addition settled in all right, Cecil is a little late making it out to explore the planet they've landed on. That said, she's not sure how it is that she managed to attract such a crowd of natives, much less how they managed to keep her busy with being led around their quaint, dusty home all day. One thing just led to another and she's been sight-seeing and answering an awful lot of questions about herself.

It's now nighttime, she's unwittingly tried enough lighter fluid-flavored liquor to render her a little drunk, and it seems her small following is leading her inside the brothel next. It's unclear whether or not she realizes where they're going, but she's also got a handful of those red stones and she's in a pretty good mood, so she's content to be led along.

Honestly, it's been a trying past couple weeks and she needed this chance to unwind, really. Maybe not quite this much, but beggars can't be choosers. ]

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[ Although this is completely and utterly obviously so not true at all, inebriated Cecil is just a little too naive to not completely and utterly buy into the false sense of dignity. She's reassured and she nods, stumbling a little as she takes a step away from the wall. ]

All right, let's go.

[and away he goes! back to where they came from, pretty much... right into what serves as a red-light district of this place. but Nel dives right in like he belongs there.

...and there are probably a few people there who already know him by sight, giving him a little wave as he passes. also leering a little because of the pretty thing he has on his arm~]

[ Ever the unassuming one, Cecil doesn't realize the leering has anything to do with her as they plow back through the area to their destination, but she does at least catch the waving Nel receives from several of the other pedestrians. Once more, she surprised by it, because the Nel she met in Court seemed so reserved and not outrageously outgoing, even if he was never downright antisocial. ]

Friends already?

[he's like a lightswitch--either on or off--and right now he's on and glowing. just flying on all the attention and activity, happily careening along.]

Oh yeah, they're... like sooo super nice here. It's crazy.

[and once they pass the brothel and get to this town's seediest little hotel, Nel is just going to kind of guess his way through. because he's not usually the one paying for a room... and having money to actually spend is definitely not something he's not used to yet. so, Cecil might have to wait a few minutes while he talks with the person behind the desk and figures the whole thing out.]

[ Luckily for Nel, Cecil has absolutely no problem with that. She does end up leaning against the lobby desk though, with her arms folded over it and her head resting on her arms. She even closes her eyes and starts to doze off for a bit. ]

[soon, he's giving her shoulders a clumsy little shake] --Okay, got it!

[and the layout of the place is luckily small and pretty much foolproof. he's not going to get them lost when he goes to lead them on down to their room. and, if she lets him, he'll even be trailing her along by the hand, to make sure she doesn't get lost... or snatched away by anyone else.]

[ She's pretty happy to let him do that. She was bluffing earlier, but the prospect of a nice real bed and someone to cuddle has really made her content and sleepy suddenly. Even as the few stragglers in the hall eye them, she pays them absolutely no mind at all, instead only focusing on following Nel just well enough to not trip over her own feet. ]

[once they reach the door, he leans against it until he can finally get the key into the lock and successfully turn the knob. which means he stumbles on his way in when he suddenly has nothing to lean on anymore, but catches himself before anything too disastrous happens.

and then--there it is! a tiny, scummy room with little more than a bed in it, and a door off to one side that must lead to a bathroom.

but that bed? looks like heaven to him.

Nel lets go of her hand only so that he can bound over to it and go rolling over the blankets with a mad, drunken giggle]

[ Cecil herself goes right after him and just plops down on the bed too, not really moving so much once she's there, even as he continues to roll around. She does watch him though and start laughing a little at his ridiculousness. ]

[he stops when he hears the little laugh and just grins at her. then goes elbow-crawling his way over to where she's at--not even bothering with that whole personal space thing.

just sidling on up, immediately going to snuggle his face in by her neck. because this is just what you do when you're sharing a room with someone. it doesn't even occur to him not to.]

[ It's a testament to just how drunk she really is that she not only tolerates it, but also begins immediately to encourage it. Cecil lets him get close and raises her own hands to comb her fingers through his hair, sighing a little happily herself at the attention.

In Court, she rarely ever slept alone. Strangely, her memory has holes in it even about this, but she knows this to be fact. After a year without this luxury, she's had to stave off the objective conditioning making it harder to sleep than usual. Needless to say, she's grateful to not have to deal with that right now. ]

[he's so happy not to be pushed away. regardless of how fucked-up the roots of his physicality are, he's still happiest following familiar paths. it's what makes him feel the most normal--whether it's healthy or makes sense or not. he's trained to be a hedonist, so finally getting to fill that role again feels great.

he's drunk and happy and wants to feel even better. so, he doesn't even think about it before he starts to mouth teasingly at her neck. this is obviously what they're here for, right?]

[ Initially, Cecil doesn't really feel what's going on or even notice it at all. She lies there, dozing a little, her movements slowing. He happens to ghost over a particularly sensitive point on her throat though and she gasps softly as the attention causes a thrill to run through her. That's when she realizes what he's doing and she blushes, stiffening up a bit. It feels good and most of her wants to just give in, but something in her is making her hesitate at turning her head more to the side to give him more access to her skin. ]

[while he's lacking in many categories of awareness, he's still very good at paying attention here, even while swimming in a good buzz. he's smiling against her skin, while he sneaks his way up more toward her jaw so he can peek at her face.

as insistent as he's kind of being, he's nothing but playful about it. grinning a sneaky grin as he tries to egg her on, kissing at her jaw and creeping toward the base of her ear]

[ The longer it goes on, the more that feeling of hesitation grows. However, the more his ministrations turn into gentle kissing, the more it also becomes difficult for her to find the will to stop him. She sighs and shuts her eyes, beginning to restlessly writhe just enough that it should be obvious how much he's beginning to affect her. She's much warmer suddenly and she finally tilts her head aside to encourage him mouthing at the fair skin of her neck. ]

[that's all the encouragement he needs. he hums a happy little noise against her neck when she tilts her head, and just melts into giving her more of what she seems to like--gentle, appreciative kisses down the length of her neck, on the hunt for nerves to light up.

he'll even try a light press of teeth here and there, but only as a trial. teasing and testing to see what reactions he gets, as he very slowly works his way in the direction of a collarbone.]

[ The addition of pressure against her already sensitive throat gets a gasp out of her and she arches off the bed slightly, her hands going to his shoulders and digging in as if trying to keep herself from being any more embarrassingly responsive. She shivers and licks her lips, physical pleasure that she hasn't felt in such a long time coursing through her veins. Her pulse races, but her emotions surge strangely too. The feeling is both unfamiliar and all too familiar. It makes her heart ache, in that way where she knows her mind's forgotten something, but her heart remembers still.

The gentle glow of euphoria drowns the rest of her inhibitions and after a little whimper of Nel's name, she slides a leg around his hip invitingly. She slowly drags her nails down his back, not trying to cause him any actual pain, but rather, just to return some of the pleasure he's giving her and to incite him to do more. ]

[Nel is quite used to being a stand-in. it's just what he does. he's always there to be faceless, be someone else, be no one. he doesn't know how to be anything else, really.

so, all the little signs that he's doing a good job are what feeds him. he gets excited by every little response--the inciting drag of nails, her little writhes and invitations. it gets his hands immediately wandering, taking the initiative to explore curves as he shifts closer, settling against her for much more contact.

here, he doesn't have to think. and that's probably what he likes about it the most.]

[ His weight on top of her isn't much, but it's something and that's all that counts to her. She rolls her hips up against him to encourage him more before finally bringing a hand up to his chin. She grasps it firmly, bringing him away from her throat, and kisses him herself, hard and insistent. Her other hand in the meantime moves away from his back and begins trying to find the edges of his shirt. ]

[he's always a little bit surprised when he's kissed on the mouth, with how much of a taboo it had been once upon a time. however, if there's one thing that he's good at, it's adapting fast and seamless to things like this. there's hardly a pause before he's kissing her back, just a little bit rough, mirroring her insistence. he almost wishes that more of his partners would kiss him like this, if only because of how direct the communication is. it's a great way to figure out exactly how she wants to play.

her eagerness is contagious. he hums against her mouth when she moves against him, and he restlessly returns the favor--the alcohol in his system taking that little bit of friction and lighting him up.

following her lead and picking up the pace of things a little, he goes right for the zipper of her jumpsuit while her fingers creep up under his shirt. if she seems like she doesn't want to slow down long enough to think, he will do everything he can to help with that goal.]

[ She wasn't expecting the rough way he kisses her back, but she hardly protests. In fact, she moans against his mouth and digs her nails into the flesh of his hips, feeling the buzz of arousal hot in her veins. She only breaks the kissing to pull his shirt up, trying to remove it as best she can in spite of the strangeness of the garment.

It sort of confuses her with what it's made out of, but it is the least of her concerns when the zipper of her jumpsuit is pulled down so much that she can shrug out of it easily, revealing the strip of cloth she wears around her breasts for support and her underwear. She realizes then that she's inadvertently quickly beating him to the task of getting undressed at this point, so she hastily drops her hands to the waist of his pants, working at getting them unbuttoned as soon as possible. ]

[he refocuses again when she breaks the kiss--the warmth and chemical taste of alcohol leaving him and bringing him around to the present. the room wobbles and spins a little while he catches up.

...right. clothing.

he wriggles to helps shrug the cloth and netting of his shirt up and over his head, flings it aside, and then clumsily follows her attention down to his pants. he needs to help her here, but at least squirming out of tight leather garments with some level of grace is something that he's had a lot of practice at. it's just a short pause while he works on that, stripping down to his own cute little black underwear.

he only loses his balance a little while he's kicking his second leg free, and tips forward onto her chest. but he rolls with it, giggling a little and placing little kisses on her collarbone where his face lands.]

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