[He's a lot less disturbed this time around, but that doesn't mean he's okay. Just numb, really, but he's going to try and keep to this one bottle tonight. It's not hard to find Katy-- he mostly just hangs in his doorframe til he spots her, then jerks his head-- and he gives her a long look once the door is closed.]
[It really was a pretty remarkable bit of solving. More than he expected-- not because he underestimated her, necessarily, but who thinks of that as a skill?
That said: he stares at her with his head tipped just slightly, waiting for a response.]
[But if she doesn't light right up as he says that. Approval is her favorite thing.
As for the rest: He's gotta be talking about aphro crimes, which she stands by, so. She bites back a smile, ducking down just a hair to give him the "who, me?" eyes.]
[He lets that hang in the air for a long few seconds, her with her big eyes and faux-innocent expression. He really shouldn't give in to this. There's three more corpses and a fourth to follow, but honestly?
He just can't feel anything for it. Oh, he's sorry to see Aizawa go, but the other three? There's only so invested he can get. It's not a question of deliberate apathy; at this point in his life, he really just can't invest in many others, or it would kill him. Even Katy's a risk.
So yeah. They're doing this, because mourning someone you don't know, that you'd known was probably gonna die, is stupid. And who knows what next Thursday will bring? At least they've got the here and now.]
[So: he lets that hang in the air for a few seconds, just to give her time to really consider it. All at once he strides over, two large steps, so he can grab her wrist deliberately with one bare hand and hoist her up from the couch.]
Not upset.
[His voice is low, because he's been thinking about fucking her for hours.]
But you're gonna think twice about pulling a stunt like that next time.
[Here's the thing: This is the reaction Katy was shooting for, yes, but that's a far cry from being ready for it when it happens. There's the briefest flash of real panic as he yanks her off the couch, and then comes the realization of, oh, yes, actually.
This week has not been kind to either of them, and it's been plenty unkinder to a good number of others on the ship. But, that's the other thing, they have the liberty of fucking off for the night. They're okay, at least in this moment, and that's something to celebrate.
It's all she can do not to just jump him, but that'd be too easy. She wants to see where this is going, so she'll play obedient for now—though she does take her time with it, running her eyes over him like she's still making her decision before the slow, begrudging turn to do as she's told.]
[He watches her, his eyes lidded and unchanging. It's not that there isn't interest there-- god, is there ever-- but it's carefully restrained, fed out on a leash only as much as necessary. She'll break long before he does, and that's just a fact.]
Good.
[His footsteps are heavy as he comes up behind her. The pull of her shirt as she bends over exposes a strip of skin, and he drags two fingers against the small of her back, pushing her shirt up a little as he does.
[She makes a face back at him because, hey, they were just getting a rhythm going? For all she's been dishing out today, she's been taking ample helpings of her own medicine, so it's not like she's the only one dying over here.
But, hm. Interesting question.]
Get another special sexism present?
[NEVER FORGET THE INJUSTICES THAT HAVE BEEN DONE HERE.]
[He pats her ass twice, a silent stay there, as he crosses the room to grab a wrapped up little square. Unfolds it and breaks it in half, and yeah, that sure is a brownie he's holding.]
How about you stop bitching and say thank you for sharing this, huh? [It's casually said, but there's hints of an order threaded there, because no, he hasn't stopped thinking about what he wants to do soon.] You can sit up.
[Interruption approved! She doesn't sit up, though, just braces herself up on her elbows and crosses her legs behind her, getting comfortable as she munches.]
[That works too, honestly, though if she chokes that's on her. He finishes his in two quick bites-- it's only half, after all-- before situating himself behind her again.]
Ooh, nice, but see, not at all what I asked for. That's not a thank you.
[It'll take a fair bit for this to kick in, but that fits in just fine with what he has planned. His hand smooths over her lower back and down, his fingers catching on the waistband of her shorts, palm curving down her ass.]
So why don't you tell me just what you were thinking by touching me that first time, huh? I mean, did you really think I was gonna just get you off in the middle of everything? I'm betting not.
[god hold the door for the execution tomorrow cos katy's on her way out too.]
I know you better than that.
[She arches her hips against his touch, and oh, there's that deep tug of need in her gut as the aphrodisiac kicks in again. Good, another hour of this.]
I like seeing you get catty.
[With Edelgard, she means.]
And I like you watching me. I thought we'd make a game out of it.
[Which, yes, that's all true, but there's more to it than that. She's not one to get between a man and his liquor, but sex can be just as powerful a distraction without dulling his senses. These trials are hard enough to wrap their heads around without adding alcohol to the mix, and as much as Katy would like to tune it all out, their lives are at stake.
It was a game as much as a strategic play, and she'll admit to that later, once they're finished using each other as further distraction and they're lying together in the dark—she can only assume he'll ask her to stay, if only in his own way—pleasantly buzzed and too exhausted to expend anymore emotions. But, for now, it was just a game, since they're still playing.]
[She certainly had. God, until the mess of an ending he'd spent the entire time staring at her backside, or worse, when she stood next to him and he could peer straight down her shirt. She was a tease in the worst way, because she absolutely knew it.]
And now? You still want me to just watch?
[He rolls his hips forward, tugging her back, a teasing little echo of what he's offering. He's hard already, stiff enough that he pulls a hand back, tugging at his belt. The sound of his belt buckle sounds pleasantly loud in his ears, which is a sure sign that brownie is kicking in.]
[She shivers hard as he rocks against her, desperately wishing they both had a couple less layers on. God, and she's sopping already, she has been all day, and it's her own doing, but, fuck.]
Mm, hardly. I've been damn good to you today.
[She juts her ass back to rub against him, impatient.]
You wouldn't dream of leaving me hanging after all that.
[He leans over her, slow and careful, just so he can run his fingers carefully through her hair. It's a soft gesture, underlying the way his voice is so low and certain near her ear.]
You think I spend years and years without fucking anybody and now I can't walk away from you, just cuz you acted like a brat? You thought you'd have fun today, and shit, I get it, but actions have consequences, sweetheart.
There's only one of us dying for it, see, and it's not me.
[There is something deeply unfair about the effect he has on her, good christ, that drawled sweetheart in her ear... He's already got her breathing all heavy and measured and he's barely even touched her.]
Oh, maybe I'd cave before you, but I know I'm not the only one of us aching.
[She rolls her hips back again, slow and hard, and this time reaching for him, her hands splaying over his thighs. She can full well feel you back there, buddy.]
[Got him there. But really, the thing is? He doesn't care. He could walk away, and sure, he'd be sorry for it, but god, the look on her face would be satisfying. She'd fuss and fluster and she'd hate him for it, and he'd get off on that, he really would.]
It's not like I'm blind.
[Why deny it?]
I'm just trying to decide if you deserve it or not.
[She huffs out a little laugh, happy to take that very small victory.]
Forget about me.
[She digs her nails into his jeans. As long as he's letting her feel him up, she may as well test the limits. One hand drifts between his legs to palm at him.]
[Like hell it is. Still: he lets her fingers drag over him once or twice before catching her hand, fingers firm around her wrist, bringing it up behind her back. Which--]
Keep your hands to yourself, unless you want me to tie em.
[She can't help but squirm just a little as he pins her arm. God, she'll never be able to go back to hockey players after this.]
I'll be good.
[For as long as she can stand it, anyway. Then either he'd break and she'd get her way, or, more likely, he'd follow through with his threat. Neither is a bad spot to be in.]
[Lazily said, but he releases her wrist. Sliding his fingers down her sides, he reaches around her, pulling at the fastenings of her jeans and drawing them down over the swell of her hips, guiding them down so she can step out of them. He stays on his knees when they're thrown to the side, nudging the insides of her thighs, urging her to spread her legs wide.]
Keep your hips up.
[He murmurs it as he runs a hand over her ass, the touch slightly firmly than needs be. His breath is hot, and he lets her wait for ten, twenty, thirty seconds before leaning forward. The familiar tart shock of arousal greets his tongue as he teases over her cunt, but that's no surprise. She's spent hours and hours getting ready for him; he could probably fuck her right now and she'd take it like a champ.
But he likes doing this. And this is for him, isn't it?]
[It takes centuries for her shorts to hit the floor, and, oh, that's right, the brownie. She lets out a little laugh, and then a gasp as his mouth hits her. Is he purposely trying to show up all the other selfish boys she's fucked? Either way, it's working.
Her hands move automatically to grip the couch as the warmth rushes over her. Finally, payoff, after fucking with him all day and riling herself up in the meantime.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
week 2, post trial
Date: 2019-10-27 01:47 am (UTC)First of all . . .
[Hm.]
That was pretty good, that word unscrambling.
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 01:52 am (UTC)In a minute, though. She'll just bask in the last few minutes of that buzz as she drops herself onto his couch.]
I'm the reigning champ of the Letterkenny Spelling Bee. Nine years running.
[Stewart beat her last year, but we do not speak of such things. No one needs to know that she's been wrongfully unseated from her throne.]
Drinking, fucking, and spelling. Now you've seen all my skills.
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 01:54 am (UTC)[It really was a pretty remarkable bit of solving. More than he expected-- not because he underestimated her, necessarily, but who thinks of that as a skill?
That said: he stares at her with his head tipped just slightly, waiting for a response.]
You got anything else you wanna say for yourself?
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 02:20 am (UTC)[But if she doesn't light right up as he says that. Approval is her favorite thing.
As for the rest: He's gotta be talking about aphro crimes, which she stands by, so. She bites back a smile, ducking down just a hair to give him the "who, me?" eyes.]
Are you upset with me?
1/2
Date: 2019-10-27 02:26 am (UTC)He just can't feel anything for it. Oh, he's sorry to see Aizawa go, but the other three? There's only so invested he can get. It's not a question of deliberate apathy; at this point in his life, he really just can't invest in many others, or it would kill him. Even Katy's a risk.
So yeah. They're doing this, because mourning someone you don't know, that you'd known was probably gonna die, is stupid. And who knows what next Thursday will bring? At least they've got the here and now.]
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 02:34 am (UTC)Not upset.
[His voice is low, because he's been thinking about fucking her for hours.]
But you're gonna think twice about pulling a stunt like that next time.
Bend over the couch. Hands behind your back.
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 03:30 am (UTC)This week has not been kind to either of them, and it's been plenty unkinder to a good number of others on the ship. But, that's the other thing, they have the liberty of fucking off for the night. They're okay, at least in this moment, and that's something to celebrate.
It's all she can do not to just jump him, but that'd be too easy. She wants to see where this is going, so she'll play obedient for now—though she does take her time with it, running her eyes over him like she's still making her decision before the slow, begrudging turn to do as she's told.]
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 03:39 am (UTC)Good.
[His footsteps are heavy as he comes up behind her. The pull of her shirt as she bends over exposes a strip of skin, and he drags two fingers against the small of her back, pushing her shirt up a little as he does.
Hmm. A thought occurs to him, and he adds:]
How outta it you wanna be tonight?
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 03:44 am (UTC)But, hm. Interesting question.]
Get another special sexism present?
[NEVER FORGET THE INJUSTICES THAT HAVE BEEN DONE HERE.]
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 03:50 am (UTC)[He pats her ass twice, a silent stay there, as he crosses the room to grab a wrapped up little square. Unfolds it and breaks it in half, and yeah, that sure is a brownie he's holding.]
How about you stop bitching and say thank you for sharing this, huh? [It's casually said, but there's hints of an order threaded there, because no, he hasn't stopped thinking about what he wants to do soon.] You can sit up.
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 04:21 am (UTC)I knew I hung out with you for a reason.
[Interruption approved! She doesn't sit up, though, just braces herself up on her elbows and crosses her legs behind her, getting comfortable as she munches.]
You're my favorite again. Congratulations.
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 04:24 am (UTC)Ooh, nice, but see, not at all what I asked for. That's not a thank you.
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 04:51 am (UTC)Thank you.
[Well, cool, brownie eaten, and now they wait. While there's a practicality to edibles, she wishes the gift shop had just, y'know. Pot.
...Then again, the time bomb quality is exciting.
She steadies herself again, hands behind her back, head tilted to watch him over her shoulder.]
Better?
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 05:17 am (UTC)[It'll take a fair bit for this to kick in, but that fits in just fine with what he has planned. His hand smooths over her lower back and down, his fingers catching on the waistband of her shorts, palm curving down her ass.]
So why don't you tell me just what you were thinking by touching me that first time, huh? I mean, did you really think I was gonna just get you off in the middle of everything? I'm betting not.
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 05:55 am (UTC)I know you better than that.
[She arches her hips against his touch, and oh, there's that deep tug of need in her gut as the aphrodisiac kicks in again. Good, another hour of this.]
I like seeing you get catty.
[With Edelgard, she means.]
And I like you watching me. I thought we'd make a game out of it.
[Which, yes, that's all true, but there's more to it than that. She's not one to get between a man and his liquor, but sex can be just as powerful a distraction without dulling his senses. These trials are hard enough to wrap their heads around without adding alcohol to the mix, and as much as Katy would like to tune it all out, their lives are at stake.
It was a game as much as a strategic play, and she'll admit to that later, once they're finished using each other as further distraction and they're lying together in the dark—she can only assume he'll ask her to stay, if only in his own way—pleasantly buzzed and too exhausted to expend anymore emotions. But, for now, it was just a game, since they're still playing.]
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 06:13 am (UTC)[She certainly had. God, until the mess of an ending he'd spent the entire time staring at her backside, or worse, when she stood next to him and he could peer straight down her shirt. She was a tease in the worst way, because she absolutely knew it.]
And now? You still want me to just watch?
[He rolls his hips forward, tugging her back, a teasing little echo of what he's offering. He's hard already, stiff enough that he pulls a hand back, tugging at his belt. The sound of his belt buckle sounds pleasantly loud in his ears, which is a sure sign that brownie is kicking in.]
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 06:49 am (UTC)Mm, hardly. I've been damn good to you today.
[She juts her ass back to rub against him, impatient.]
You wouldn't dream of leaving me hanging after all that.
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 07:01 am (UTC)[He leans over her, slow and careful, just so he can run his fingers carefully through her hair. It's a soft gesture, underlying the way his voice is so low and certain near her ear.]
You think I spend years and years without fucking anybody and now I can't walk away from you, just cuz you acted like a brat? You thought you'd have fun today, and shit, I get it, but actions have consequences, sweetheart.
There's only one of us dying for it, see, and it's not me.
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 07:25 am (UTC)Oh, maybe I'd cave before you, but I know I'm not the only one of us aching.
[She rolls her hips back again, slow and hard, and this time reaching for him, her hands splaying over his thighs. She can full well feel you back there, buddy.]
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 07:34 am (UTC)It's not like I'm blind.
[Why deny it?]
I'm just trying to decide if you deserve it or not.
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 08:14 am (UTC)Forget about me.
[She digs her nails into his jeans. As long as he's letting her feel him up, she may as well test the limits. One hand drifts between his legs to palm at him.]
What about what you deserve?
no subject
Date: 2019-10-27 07:10 pm (UTC)[Like hell it is. Still: he lets her fingers drag over him once or twice before catching her hand, fingers firm around her wrist, bringing it up behind her back. Which--]
Keep your hands to yourself, unless you want me to tie em.
no subject
Date: 2019-10-28 05:57 am (UTC)I'll be good.
[For as long as she can stand it, anyway. Then either he'd break and she'd get her way, or, more likely, he'd follow through with his threat. Neither is a bad spot to be in.]
no subject
Date: 2019-10-28 06:32 am (UTC)[Lazily said, but he releases her wrist. Sliding his fingers down her sides, he reaches around her, pulling at the fastenings of her jeans and drawing them down over the swell of her hips, guiding them down so she can step out of them. He stays on his knees when they're thrown to the side, nudging the insides of her thighs, urging her to spread her legs wide.]
Keep your hips up.
[He murmurs it as he runs a hand over her ass, the touch slightly firmly than needs be. His breath is hot, and he lets her wait for ten, twenty, thirty seconds before leaning forward. The familiar tart shock of arousal greets his tongue as he teases over her cunt, but that's no surprise. She's spent hours and hours getting ready for him; he could probably fuck her right now and she'd take it like a champ.
But he likes doing this. And this is for him, isn't it?]
no subject
Date: 2019-10-28 07:13 am (UTC)Her hands move automatically to grip the couch as the warmth rushes over her. Finally, payoff, after fucking with him all day and riling herself up in the meantime.]
Fuck, speaking of charity.
[She's far from complaining.]
You're right. I don't deserve you.
(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From: