driftfleet | 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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[ 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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