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kingdomcomes2017-12-09 09:10 pm
loveskulls) wrote in kingdomcomes2017-12-09 09:10 pm
A Little Winter Atmosphere
[Winter arrives slower than usual, thanks to the Snow Queen's mid-year horny spell giving her a bit more time before her libido kicked back in. But now she is returning to the fullness of need. And that's where winter comes from.]
[This time, the Kingdom is better prepared to engage in the usual yearly orgasm denial of a goddess. Winter clothes are easier to come by, and every public hearth has some hot something-or-other simmering away. There's a coziness and comfort as farmers retire for the winter, and herds provided all the oats and meal they need, but that doesn't stop them from rooting through the snow for withering crispy treats.]
[Not that Guards are allowed to actually wear clothes or take full advantage of that cozy warmth, heavens no. Not everything is about sex even under the Mistress' reign. Sometimes, it is about Control. She figures everyone should suffer some nipple chafing and shrinkage as a character building exercise, so they get to have some extra shifts outside.]
[The native guards will take to using the snow to prank the Apprentices in as many ways as they can dream up: anything from convoluted plans to hide extremely fresh soft snow in your entire wardrobe, to the more direct approach of "one gets you in a lock while the other dumps snow down the back of your clothes." The off-worlder guards are encouraged to join in the bullying, at least in passing. They won't actually be targeted with snow, though. Call it a token of respect, perhaps.]
[Hey Outliers, having fun out there in the snow being poor? Haha, suckers. But hey, maybe you can make some money running errands, or performing services out in the cold? Or even... "services." At least you probably won't freeze to death. The townsfolk will generally keep an eye on you, unless you're an unpleasant jerk. Then have fun being dead, nerd.]
[This time, the Kingdom is better prepared to engage in the usual yearly orgasm denial of a goddess. Winter clothes are easier to come by, and every public hearth has some hot something-or-other simmering away. There's a coziness and comfort as farmers retire for the winter, and herds provided all the oats and meal they need, but that doesn't stop them from rooting through the snow for withering crispy treats.]
[Not that Guards are allowed to actually wear clothes or take full advantage of that cozy warmth, heavens no. Not everything is about sex even under the Mistress' reign. Sometimes, it is about Control. She figures everyone should suffer some nipple chafing and shrinkage as a character building exercise, so they get to have some extra shifts outside.]
[The native guards will take to using the snow to prank the Apprentices in as many ways as they can dream up: anything from convoluted plans to hide extremely fresh soft snow in your entire wardrobe, to the more direct approach of "one gets you in a lock while the other dumps snow down the back of your clothes." The off-worlder guards are encouraged to join in the bullying, at least in passing. They won't actually be targeted with snow, though. Call it a token of respect, perhaps.]
[Hey Outliers, having fun out there in the snow being poor? Haha, suckers. But hey, maybe you can make some money running errands, or performing services out in the cold? Or even... "services." At least you probably won't freeze to death. The townsfolk will generally keep an eye on you, unless you're an unpleasant jerk. Then have fun being dead, nerd.]
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[There's something rather fascinating about them, about the way they overlay scars, are scars in their own way. And there's also something unsettling, even disconcerting, about a man whose skin is not his own.]
[She breaks off from staring in order to give him another of those very flat looks at his comment.]
And you would have been likewise rebuffed. How would one even make single combat... sexy?
[All this time, and she still says the word "sexy" like it's a foreign word.]
[Which, well, it is. But that's not the point.]
In any case, I told thee already, I do not mean to hurt thee. And had we fought, I would have done.
[Probably. Maybe. He is quite tough-looking, but he's also old, and she's got quite a high opinion of her own fighting prowess.]
[She rolls her neck, takes a deep breath, and pulls off her bodice the rest of the way. Nothing so interesting as his tattoos under there. Just pert breasts and abs you could cut yourself on.]
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[Maybe he's a little biased because at least a couple of his sexual experiences while in the portal were with Rick 'don't look at my boner while we fight' Sanchez, so he is very well-aware that sexy fighting exists.]
There isn't actually much difference. You're in close physical proximity with at least one other person, there's often a great amount of skin to skin contact, your heart rate elevates, someone might get bitten -- the line is blurrier than it first appears.
[It says a lot about Stanford Pines that he is honestly more interested in the abs than the breasts. Not that the breasts aren't nice, mind you, and he does plan to get acquainted with them, but he appreciates a person who takes care of themselves.]
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[She clears her throat, and mostly to distract both him and herself from how embarrassed she is right now, grabs his shoulders to pull him into a kiss.]
[It's not what you'd call gentle. Or particularly skillful. But at least it's a definite move towards the sex. Hey, she's making an effort!]
i love an excuse to use this icon
One of his hands rises to rest on her upper arm and the other finds the small of her back, pulling her in against him so that her breasts press against his chest. There are a lot of ways in which Stanford Pines is not like his brother, but one thing they have in common is a thick and healthy crop of salt-and-pepper chest hair. At least he's warm?]
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[But not, it has to be said, unpleasant.]
[She puts an arm around his shoulders, pushing her hair out of her face with the other. Kissing someone she doesn't know is pretty weird, but he's pretty good at it, and she does relax very slightly after a moment, her kiss softening a little.]
i heard you were in the market for porn
The hand on her arm slips down, rests briefly on her hip, and then begins to creep back up again. He's hyper-aware of his hands in moments like these, but he's also now old enough to be cognizant of the fact that they're an oddity but not necessarily a dealbreaker. Oftentimes the person most bothered by them is himself, when it comes right down to it.
So it's with only a modicum of hesitation that he cups one of her breasts. His hands are rough with the wear and tear of age but, he hopes, not to an offputting degree. He rubs his thumb across her skin, over her nipple. He hasn't done a lot with human woman but he has done plenty with beings that possess breasts. A startling number of aliens have them.]
o gosh i can't imagine where you got such an idea
[Under his calloused thumb, her nipple hardens, her pale skin flushing a little. The roughness of his hand isn't a problem to her - on the contrary, it's much more appealing to know that those hands have seen some use, some hard work. It probably shouldn't matter in a moment like this, but it does.]
[Bolder now, she traps his lip between her teeth, pulling away.] You may as well see to the other, as well. [In case it's not clear what she means, she reaches for his other hand, to pull it onto her other breast.]
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[His voice is maybe a little less smooth than he'd like it to be, but exchanging smoothness for a certain kind of roughness tends to go over just fine. His voice is deep enough that it lends itself well to both. It's just the bolder she gets the more attractive she gets, and she was already attractive to begin with.
Of course if both of his hands are up there then neither of them are free to delve lower, but a little foreplay never hurt anyone.]
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[That said, his hands are quite effective there, and it's remarkable how quickly foreplay starts to feel not enough.]
[For a moment, she lets him work, biting her lip and arching against his touch, while her fingertips trace idly over the scars and tattoos on his neck and shoulders. She wonders, not for the first time, about the stories behind them, about their meaning - but she's also wondering, at the back of her mind, whether he'd react the way Remus did to her kissing them.]
[Her tongue darts out and wets her lips, and she groans, flattening her palm on her shoulder and pushing down.]
Enough. I would have thee use thy mouth.