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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[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...

[ The pleasurable friction he makes between them earns him a gasp against his chin and Cecil arches a bit off the cot, lifting her hips to meet his encouragingly. She runs a hand through his hair and lightly scrapes her teeth against his pale skin, teasing the sensitive nerves along his neck and up to his ear, so she can whisper in a thick, low voice: ]

You can kiss me anywhere— just tonight.

002. ☾ First contact { Action }

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WELP I guess this is smut now...

This whole post is shameless. No one read it ever.