boothill is not stopping this so. i guess he's just
going to push himself slowly to his feet, set one knee on the rock beside karlach, set one hand on her shoulder and the other on her cheek. his fingertips slip into her hair.
he murmurs, head tilted: ]
Flower-pickin'.
[ if she doesn't stop him first, he'll lean in and slowly close his lips over hers. ]
[BACKDATES A KISS THIS MAKES EXECUTION EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATING HOORAY
no this is perfect, he rises up and she sucks in a tiny sharp breath, going still - not in a bad way, but stunned, the way that he was just a moment ago. it's such a smooth move, the way he slides up into her space. and almost instinctively she rests one hand on his waist to steady him, the other loosely at his chest, curling into the front of his shirt. stay, she thinks, stay there.
when he leans in, karlach meets him without any hesitation at all. that blue glow flares, and her grip on his shirt tightens as she keeps him close, pressing up into the kiss with a little shivery, happy noise.
sorry about how warm she gets, this is one of those moments where she has absolutely no control over it. it won't burn or hurt! but she is a little furnace. flower-picking. she's weak.]
it all happens as smoother than boothill could have dreamed of—no surprise, no resistance, only the irresistible spike in temperature from her blue-lit heart. her hand is hot over his bare waist, and the front of his jacket is only a fistful to begin with. karlach's mouth is already soft, like she was waiting for him.
this could be a moment to indulge in each other, to be slow about this, but neither of them are really like that, are they? she presses happily against his mouth, making that giddy sound, and it takes effort not to smile and break their kiss before it naturally ends. boothill just kisses her again, hard enough to ache and not close enough.
his fingers sink into her hair to grasp it. he raises his other hand to her neck, sliding his thumb over the edge of her jaw. he thinks briefly about biting her lip, but she'd have to answer for that later. he'll test those waters at some other point. this won't be the only time it happens, after all. (it will (':)
finally, boothill leans away from her and meets her eye, cleaning his smiling lips with his tongue. he presses his forehead to hers, mindful of her horns. ]
Should'a done that ages ago.
[ ITS ONLY BEEN A FEW DAYS SINCE THEY MET BUT IT'S FINE ]
[there is not a single thing about her that is patient or slow, and she's relieved when he lets her know he's on the same page. when he kisses her almost hard enough to bruise, she rises right up to the challenge - she kisses like she fights, intense and with an intent to win. and she'd be lying if she said she didn't think about biting him when his fingers grip at her hair. encouragement, maybe, to get him to pull, to get him to leave a mark. a reminder that she's here.
but she can do that later. there's so many things that she wants to do, so many things she wants to know about him and what he likes. she thinks she'd like to memorize the way his hand feels against her jaw. they've got the time. right?
when he leans away, she is absolutely flushed, cheeks ruddy and eyes lidded. his comment makes her laugh, breathless and bright.]
Think if you'd waited any longer I would've burst. Or just gone and got you up against a wall myself.
[she teases, nosing at him. mindful of the horns, especially her broken one.
there's a part of her that thinks she might need to let go, but she sort of doesn't want to. ten years of not being able to touch anybody at all makes this especially wonderful. her hand drags up his side and comes to cup his face, thumb stroking at his cheek.
LIKE YEAH IT'S ONLY BEEN A FEW DAYS but hey! her life is short, ride a cowboy]
[ boothill has always been weak to her looks, but the way she looks dizzy from kissing is one of his favorite expressions, he decides. her laugh is one of his favorite sounds. a thrill races up his neck at what she says, prickling into his hair. he tilts his head further, brushes their smiling lips. ]
Still got time for that, Partner. [ he chuckles. ] Not a lot of privacy in a place like this, but I ain't opposed to thrillseekin'.
[ that's part of why he likes her so much. they have that same vigor for life and adrenaline. there are also younger people on this island, but they can make this work. he believes in them....
because he can't resist, he does twist his hand and pull back at her hair. he kisses the edge of her jaw, the pulse in her neck. ]
[thrillseeking - she laughs again, still breathy. it's so very easy to tell when something excites her, considering her blue flame flares brightly each time. there's desire there, but more than anything the pulse is giddiness, because glad to know she's not the only one who wanted this.]
You're never going to get me saying no to a little bit of adrenaline.
[she murmurs. the fingers in her hair get her to sigh out a sound, tilting her head to the side to make it easier for him - she shifts, even, tugging at him to just drag him into her lap fully. her hands slide down to rest on his hips, warm and steady. this is a very public space and she's so aware of it, she's pushing it, but she can't help it when he's got his mouth on her jaw.
another little pulse of blue when he calls her gorgeous, because it flusters her in a way she isn't expecting.]
Gods, this is embarrassing, you're going to make me burn the place down. [she jokes, voice hitching a little when he reaches her pulse. a beat, and then one hand on his hip comes up so she can tangle it in his hair, too, tugging him back just enough to steal another kiss. greedy!!
[ he lets her maneuver him, crawls over to press his other knee between her legs and ends up straddling one of her thighs. warmth coils around his ankle and he recognizes it without looking. she's anchoring him where he is, silently telling him to stay with her, and it's getting more impossible to pull himself away. i guess they are just going to make out on a rock now and hope no one comes by, if they're clear-headed enough to even do that.
she shows her giddiness so blatantly. he's inevitably endeared to it, like he's been since they met. he can feel the heat from her engine heart radiating against the front of his chest, the little blue flames spitting and crackling near her shoulder. she's happy, and that's what he cares about most.
she's also greedy, and he loves it. it takes effort to temper his grin as her kiss drags over his lips, but once he does, he kisses her back with ferocity, over and over. between kisses, his tongue slips briefly over the seam of her mouth. (he does need to be mindful of his pointed teeth. she'll have shark bites if he's not careful about where he puts his mouth.)
he draws back, her hair still caught in his finger. he takes in the view with half-lidded eyes. ]
I know if I were you, half the place would have gone up in flames already. I am crazy 'bout you.
[her movements, he might notice, are touched with just a little bit of hesitancy. not because she doesn't want to touch him, because she's practically itching to do that, but because she's not sure what's alright, what she's allowed. his happiness, the way he grins at her, the warmth to his words - all of it is so vitally important to her. it's why every touch is cautious at first, and then solid and a touch needy when he leans into it.
and boy does he. the hints of shark teeth are something she's wildly into, actually, and it's funny because her teeth are sharp too. clack clack. there's no biting, not quite, but his aggressive kisses are met with little nips of her own, her hand tightening its grip on his hip. a small sigh slips out, her mouth coaxed open, chasing him when he leans back. but once he has settled back, he'll find she's got that slightly dazed look again.
i'm crazy 'bout you, he says, and her stupid metal heart skips.]
Me too. About you. Gods, I want to ride you 'til you see stars. [she says, laughing breathlessly, with absolutely no shame whatsoever.]
But probably -- [she pauses, shifting under him.] Probably shouldn't just be out here like this, as much as I really don't want you to move.
[she says this so half-assedly, though, like a token attempt at responsibility that she doesn't exactly care to follow up on.]
[ if there was a chance for self-restraint, it vanishes as soon as she opens her mouth. out pours the most shameless, hottest thing he's ever heard. he exhales shakily, heat sinking through to his lungs. while she's speaking, he's already tilting her head, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck. he stands a little taller on his knees, pushing his thigh against the heat between her legs. ]
Think we can sneak into that cabin? The house? [ he murmurs. ] Even let me take care of you behind one of these trees. I'll take anythin' you got.
[ marks on her neck would be pretty obvious, but if she lets him between her legs...
(BTW WE CAN HANDWAVE if she agrees on anything hi mods. know she will be bitten up though.) ]
[sorry, this just absolutely makes her everything rev up. there's another brilliant flare of blue as he slides his thigh between her knees, and she drags in a shaky breath, tilting her head to the side. she is all about letting him do whatever he wants to her neck, and also the rest of her.]
House, if we can get it, but honestly, tree suits me just fucking fine. [she hums, bringing both hands down to rest on his hips. she will just go ahead and stand them up? she can absolutely pick him up easily enough, so enjoy that.]
Come on, soldier.
[and she will drag him off!
ANYWAY YEAH HANDWAVING IS GOOD covers the mods eyeballs. the way it would have been so funny to have shark teeth marks during strip but alas.]
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boothill is not stopping this so. i guess he's just
going to push himself slowly to his feet, set one knee on the rock beside karlach, set one hand on her shoulder and the other on her cheek. his fingertips slip into her hair.
he murmurs, head tilted: ]
Flower-pickin'.
[ if she doesn't stop him first, he'll lean in and slowly close his lips over hers. ]
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no this is perfect, he rises up and she sucks in a tiny sharp breath, going still - not in a bad way, but stunned, the way that he was just a moment ago. it's such a smooth move, the way he slides up into her space. and almost instinctively she rests one hand on his waist to steady him, the other loosely at his chest, curling into the front of his shirt. stay, she thinks, stay there.
when he leans in, karlach meets him without any hesitation at all. that blue glow flares, and her grip on his shirt tightens as she keeps him close, pressing up into the kiss with a little shivery, happy noise.
sorry about how warm she gets, this is one of those moments where she has absolutely no control over it. it won't burn or hurt! but she is a little furnace. flower-picking. she's weak.]
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it all happens as smoother than boothill could have dreamed of—no surprise, no resistance, only the irresistible spike in temperature from her blue-lit heart. her hand is hot over his bare waist, and the front of his jacket is only a fistful to begin with. karlach's mouth is already soft, like she was waiting for him.
this could be a moment to indulge in each other, to be slow about this, but neither of them are really like that, are they? she presses happily against his mouth, making that giddy sound, and it takes effort not to smile and break their kiss before it naturally ends. boothill just kisses her again, hard enough to ache and not close enough.
his fingers sink into her hair to grasp it. he raises his other hand to her neck, sliding his thumb over the edge of her jaw. he thinks briefly about biting her lip, but she'd have to answer for that later. he'll test those waters at some other point. this won't be the only time it happens, after all. (it will (':)
finally, boothill leans away from her and meets her eye, cleaning his smiling lips with his tongue. he presses his forehead to hers, mindful of her horns. ]
Should'a done that ages ago.
[ ITS ONLY BEEN A FEW DAYS SINCE THEY MET BUT IT'S FINE ]
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but she can do that later. there's so many things that she wants to do, so many things she wants to know about him and what he likes. she thinks she'd like to memorize the way his hand feels against her jaw. they've got the time. right?
when he leans away, she is absolutely flushed, cheeks ruddy and eyes lidded. his comment makes her laugh, breathless and bright.]
Think if you'd waited any longer I would've burst. Or just gone and got you up against a wall myself.
[she teases, nosing at him. mindful of the horns, especially her broken one.
there's a part of her that thinks she might need to let go, but she sort of doesn't want to. ten years of not being able to touch anybody at all makes this especially wonderful. her hand drags up his side and comes to cup his face, thumb stroking at his cheek.
LIKE YEAH IT'S ONLY BEEN A FEW DAYS but hey! her life is short, ride a cowboy]
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Still got time for that, Partner. [ he chuckles. ] Not a lot of privacy in a place like this, but I ain't opposed to thrillseekin'.
[ that's part of why he likes her so much. they have that same vigor for life and adrenaline. there are also younger people on this island, but they can make this work. he believes in them....
because he can't resist, he does twist his hand and pull back at her hair. he kisses the edge of her jaw, the pulse in her neck. ]
You are gorgeous.
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You're never going to get me saying no to a little bit of adrenaline.
[she murmurs. the fingers in her hair get her to sigh out a sound, tilting her head to the side to make it easier for him - she shifts, even, tugging at him to just drag him into her lap fully. her hands slide down to rest on his hips, warm and steady. this is a very public space and she's so aware of it, she's pushing it, but she can't help it when he's got his mouth on her jaw.
another little pulse of blue when he calls her gorgeous, because it flusters her in a way she isn't expecting.]
Gods, this is embarrassing, you're going to make me burn the place down. [she jokes, voice hitching a little when he reaches her pulse. a beat, and then one hand on his hip comes up so she can tangle it in his hair, too, tugging him back just enough to steal another kiss. greedy!!
oh, and her tail curls around his ankle loosely.]
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she shows her giddiness so blatantly. he's inevitably endeared to it, like he's been since they met. he can feel the heat from her engine heart radiating against the front of his chest, the little blue flames spitting and crackling near her shoulder. she's happy, and that's what he cares about most.
she's also greedy, and he loves it. it takes effort to temper his grin as her kiss drags over his lips, but once he does, he kisses her back with ferocity, over and over. between kisses, his tongue slips briefly over the seam of her mouth. (he does need to be mindful of his pointed teeth. she'll have shark bites if he's not careful about where he puts his mouth.)
he draws back, her hair still caught in his finger. he takes in the view with half-lidded eyes. ]
I know if I were you, half the place would have gone up in flames already. I am crazy 'bout you.
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and boy does he. the hints of shark teeth are something she's wildly into, actually, and it's funny because her teeth are sharp too. clack clack. there's no biting, not quite, but his aggressive kisses are met with little nips of her own, her hand tightening its grip on his hip. a small sigh slips out, her mouth coaxed open, chasing him when he leans back. but once he has settled back, he'll find she's got that slightly dazed look again.
i'm crazy 'bout you, he says, and her stupid metal heart skips.]
Me too. About you. Gods, I want to ride you 'til you see stars. [she says, laughing breathlessly, with absolutely no shame whatsoever.]
But probably -- [she pauses, shifting under him.] Probably shouldn't just be out here like this, as much as I really don't want you to move.
[she says this so half-assedly, though, like a token attempt at responsibility that she doesn't exactly care to follow up on.]
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Think we can sneak into that cabin? The house? [ he murmurs. ] Even let me take care of you behind one of these trees. I'll take anythin' you got.
[ marks on her neck would be pretty obvious, but if she lets him between her legs...
(BTW WE CAN HANDWAVE if she agrees on anything hi mods. know she will be bitten up though.) ]
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House, if we can get it, but honestly, tree suits me just fucking fine. [she hums, bringing both hands down to rest on his hips. she will just go ahead and stand them up? she can absolutely pick him up easily enough, so enjoy that.]
Come on, soldier.
[and she will drag him off!
ANYWAY YEAH HANDWAVING IS GOOD covers the mods eyeballs. the way it would have been so funny to have shark teeth marks during strip but alas.]
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After you, Partner!
[ BYE MODSSS ]