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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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Well, they were really new, and then I left. I dunno, they were all right. Always changing shape...

[he starts to wave his hand a little, to illustrate what he means, but that arm gets tugged on and next thing he knows, he's sitting down next to her on the tiny cot...]

Oof... You should go to sleep.

[ She seems content enough when he does that, but she still snuggles up to him as much as she can, curling around his body and hugging his arm to her chest. She closes her eyes. ]

You should too. Just because you're immortal doesn't mean you don't get tired.

[ And then randomly, a moment later: ]

I like your hair this way.

[ She means she prefers it natural, white like snow. ]

I guess...

[about the sleeping part. the hair part, though, that kind of takes him by surprise. it's slow to show on his face, but it's not the kind of thing he ever expects anyone to say.]

People say that a lot here. It's really weird...

[...but he's really flattered, deep down, and he starts absently playing with her hair a little...]

[ Reflexively, Cecil leans into his fingers with soft purring, immediately feeling any lingering tension in her body leave her. The touches to her hair make her feel calm, warm, and happy. It's completely unconscious and instant, a strong reaction caused by someone's habitual behavior, it seems, but she's not sure whose. Thankfully, she's too focused on the good feelings the idle pettings give her to wonder about it too much. They keeps the frustrations at bay. And that, really, seems fitting, considering a demi-god of pain is administering the distractions. ]

'm always a bit strange to people like you... I don't care... Jus' don't leave me.

[those kind of words make him feel a little sick... though, in this case, it might actually just be all the booze he's had to drink. it's also nice, to be wanted. that's rare. he smiles anyway, his expression dreamy.]

You said I can't kiss you on the lips, but what about your cheek? Can I do that?

I said you can't kiss me there if you don't have romantic intentions.

[ Her clarification there might be an attempt at drunk flirting. She even bats her lashes really obviously too. ]

On the cheek is fine.

[he leans down, warm and drunk, to press a kiss against her cheek just like he said. while he's there, though, he's... hesitating in coming back up again.]

I don't know if they're romantic...

[and he leans... just a little lower, hovering under her jaw...]

What about here...?

[ She takes her time answering, but not because she's debating if she should say yes or no. She's just biding her time, making him wait, playing hard to get in a way. When she's finally ready, she nods. ]

Are they something else? Or do you not know at all?

I don't know...

[with a breathy little laugh, he leans his weight over until he rolls onto the cot next to her, properly. he lets his weight sink and pecks her cutely on the neck.]

I think you're gorgeous. I think you're nice and I like being around you.

[he reaches over for one of her hands, so that he can thread their fingers together...]

I want to return the favor.

[ Holding her hand the way he does makes her smile and her eyes soften considerably as she glances down at their laced fingers. It's fleeting though because his last words confuse her a little. ]

Favor? I like being around you too, Robin-- even when you're being frustrating, I still... like to be with you.

[ She cuddles up to him, resting her head on his shoulder with their joined hands between them. ]

I think you're rather handsome too.

[he's quiet... until that last bit. he starts laughing again. kind of a giggle.]

You know what, I think I'm... more drunk than I thought I was? Mm...

[he'll just... kiss the top of her head and run his fingers through her hair...]

[ She leans into the petting so much. She's really, really happy, soaking up all this sweet affection like a little sponge. ]

Why d'you say that?

Because I keep thinking all these... silly things... and almost saying them...

[he's so comfortable, he can't help it... he scoots a little, craning his neck so that he can kiss her neck again--though this time, it lingers, and he doesn't stop at just one...]

[ His lips on her neck make her giggle this time, but she quiets fairly quickly and just lets him go on kissing her. ]

Such as?

Mm... [he's... getting distracted with her neck, sorry. and is that a hand sneaking along her side? maybe. yes it is. he's just getting comfy.]

[ Well, then, while he's getting comfy, so will she. By rolling over on top of him so she can more effectively snuggle into his chest. She lets out a deep, contented sigh and presses her cheek to his shoulder, resting there against him like he's a giant pillow. He has pretty decent access to her neck and more here, which doesn't seem to bother her at all. ]

Ah...

[he's surprised but so, so delighted... he can't help laughing softly and wrapping his arm around her waist and giving her a little hug.]

This is nice...

[ Cecil sighs happily when she's hugged and she rubs her face into his chest, making more pleased little noises. She curls up on top of him and suddenly the tables have turned a little and she's begun to pepper kisses along his chin and jaw. ]

The... silly things... What are they?

Noooothing...

[he tilts his head back a little--he's pretty set on not kissing her, just like she asked, but they have absolutely no established rules about him being kissed!]

Robiiiiiin...

[ She whines a little and immediately stops kissing him the moment he refuses to divulge details. She pouts down at him insistently and reaches up to tug a lock of his white hair. ]

Ah... [he blinks at her, kind of dreamy-like... he really wandered off there, for a moment.] Huh?

[ She pulls his hair again a little. ]

You said you're really drunk... because of silly things you're thinking of saying...

[ And then bites his jaw as if punishing him for not 'fessing up. ]

Tell me.

[if that is a punishment, he'll have a hard time being good... he shivers under her. he misses this. and with a big, surrendering sigh he finally spits it out:]

I just, you know, I keep thinking stupid things like how your fingers are soft and you kiss like you're made of flowers. I don't know...

[but he doesn't let it sit for long--he suddenly rolls her over, and she'll find him looking very intently and earnestly into her eyes.]

Cecil, I want to-- I want to sleep with you. Just tonight.

[and he is so, so drunk.]

[ Ah, now she sees what he meant by "silly". Still, she blushes hard and can't help feeling touched and flattered despite how ridiculous he sounds. She's always been a romantic, after all, and even if it's terrible, she thinks it's sweet.

And it quickly gets hotter in that cot when he rolls her over so that she's underneath him. ]

Just tonight?

[ She asks, but she doesn't really try to control her growing impulses now, shifting beneath him and ghosting her lips against her throat and chin. ]

Mm...

[he tilts his chin up. shifts back, a little shameless grinding now that they seem closer to reaching a mutual agreement.]

Maybe not... just...

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proteusmoon - 2014-12-16 19:15 (UTC) - Expand

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WELP I guess this is smut now...

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