【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
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EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
[But damn if it doesn't feel good, the way new points of contact keep opening up between them, and new sensations continue to preoccupy his attention one after another. There's at least three layers still between them yet but there's such heat when she grinds down onto him, when she pulls his shirt open free and pushes her hands inside. There's no chance of getting her bra off entirely without separating enough to fuss about with her shirt, but loosening it makes enough space for him to get his hand on her, too, brought back around front to work up between the lace and the swell of her breast, feeling her up in much the same way that she's out to do to him.]
But take your best shot anyway.
[It's not enough, not enough, not enough. Later, when the fog lifts from his thoughts and he can consider it through an unclouded lens, he'll realize how unnatural that urgency really is, how spurred on by the effects of the resort and its questionable beverages. For now, though, there's little to contemplate beyond the way her fingers are skimming across his chest, making him suck his breath a little more sharply as he rolls into the touch and closes his eyes briefly against it.]
[ Beneath her hands, his skin his warm, disastrously so, his touch more engrossing than she can remember anyone else's ever being - and that should concern her a lot more than it does. She's too transfixed now, too interested in letting her hands follow the planes of his chest, touching him for the sake of it, because the way his breath catches feels almost as satisfying as being touched herself. The shouldn'ts fall away with each passing second, his hand slips between her loosened bra and her skin, curving over her breast, compelling her to arch into the touch like a cat finding a shaft of sunlight while her thighs press insistently against his hips, keeping him in place for her to grind against, the rising pitch of her urgency evident in every movement.
He tells her she'll lose and she laughs, soft and sweet, smothered between kisses and reflected in the playful lightness of her fingertips against his chest as they graze over his nipples in a wordless show of one-upmanship. ]
Could be. [ She won't lose, even if she drives herself to distraction all for the sake of doing the same to him, nevermind that she still hasn't figured out how to win either. Buoyed by the champagne, Aerith pulls back, affording them just enough space for her to pull her shirt off and push his off his shoulders, her eyes lingering on his face. ] But I doubt it.
[It's indicative of just how much the aphrodisiacs in the scotch have affected him, the fact that he can't quite keep a noise out of his throat when she moves away from him instead of into him; it's equal parts the loss of heat and an annoyance at the perception of being deprived of having her close, short and huffy and terse. He's not quite far gone enough to actively chase after her, though, or to try to pull her back into his arms when she backs off; if he sulks a little, well, maybe that's just a matter of interpretation.
It's consolation enough that he gets to look at her when she puts distance between them, though. The absurdity of the novelty t-shirt gives way to the softer elegance of her bared body, and it's hard to regret the exchange. There are no visible scars bitten into her skin where a shirt or top might hide them, and he's not entirely sure why that's even something he looked for to begin with.]
Only one way to find out.
[It's hard not to wonder about her, the real living girl behind all the references to the Ancient that turned up in internal memos and research reports and Tseng's carefully level voice. What makes her blush, makes her writhe, makes her scream? Has anyone ever sought those answers? Does she even know them, herself?
He wants to know, he thinks, and when her hands push his shirt off his shoulders, he catches them by the fingers before they can retreat, clasping each of her hands in his own. Ostensibly it's to keep her from getting any further in undressing him — maybe. Maybe that's what it is. That's what would make the most sense.
(She's pretty, he thinks, unbidden, and files it away as irrelevant.)
Using her hands like they're leverage, he tugs at her now that they're both bare from the waist up, curious to see how much better it feels to be pressed together when it's skin to heated skin.]
[ Never one for schadenfreude, she still finds herself delighting in his subtle sulk and the noise that comes alongside it. Being wanted by Rufus Shinra - it's enough to make a girl feel like a superweapon! Well, not exactly, and not that she's ever been especially good at being weaponized. Still, of all the new feelings she's contended with since waking up, there's an unmistakable sense of satisfaction that's quickly fed by the way he catches her hands to pull her flush against him. His words and the heat of his skin against hers, the sensitive peaks of her nipples pressing against his chest, the sensation heightened by the champagne to the point where it's her turn to try and suppress the sound that rises in her throat.
Aerith's eyes flash, still pleased with herself when she fixes her eyes on his face again, leaning into his face to press their foreheads together, staring him down, playful and challenging in equal measure. ]
You need to learn how to say please!
[ The passive hold she's kept on his hands tightens, and she pulls his arms behind her, leading them around her back until she's satisfied he'll take the lead and hold her like she wants him to. Her knees press against the floor as she straightens herself up against him, lifting herself off of his lap to feel more of his body as she pushes his hair back from his face, nails dragging light against his scalp before she pulls him into another kiss.
Later, she'll look back on this and wonder when her mind became a muddied mess of desire, when she stopped being able to string any thoughts beyond making good on that threat, and how it doesn't feel as surreal as it should, being wanted by Rufus Shinra. ]
[Were it not for the burn in his blood, the one that feels as though it will unravel him if it isn't satiated soon, he could almost be content just with this — just the way she feels when she's pulled flush against him, all the myriad points of contact of her touching him, of him touching her. It could be enough to just kiss her and run his fingers over her skin and listen to the noises she made, and there would be an odd satisfaction in that, just from the feeling of being close.
But right now, it's not enough, and the wanting spurs him on to more, more, more. More sounds, more kisses, more contact — more, until he's had his fill, and right now his appetite feels bottomless.]
Oh? No one's managed it yet.
[The taunting comes as easy as ever; what gives him pause, just for an instant, is the way she pulls the same trick on him that he's just used on her, and makes use of their still-clasped hands to guide his arms around her. By all rights, he should be triumphant about it — what could be a better expression of taking something she wants than to physically put his hands where she pleases? — but there's an intimacy to this specific gesture that catches him just a little off-guard. Pleasure is one thing, exploration is another, but this is...tenderness, of a sort, to want him to not just bring her close but to hold her there, and in a way it almost feels...
Should she want that, really? Should she want that from him?
It's only an instant's fleeting thought before it's too late to matter, because he gathers her up just in time for her to get her own hands in his hair, using them like a guide herself to lift his face up and kiss her again. It's attractive, to say the least — it always is, when his partner is willing to take some initiative — and with the little sliver of clarity that remains before his thoughts submerge in desire once more, he makes his hands draw light circles against the plane of her back, keeping them moving so she can't help but feel it, how she's getting what she wanted and chased after and claimed.]
[ The fingers in his hair press together, catching enough between them to tug while she arches into him, pressing him back against the foot of the bed while his fingers play over her back, keeping her flushed, the persistent heat steeping into every cell practically rocketing through her veins. Letting herself get surrounded like this should be off the table. His hands shouldn't be starting to feel familiar, much less welcome. The seconds of clarity she gets should be devoted to extracting herself from this situation, not finding more ways to egg him on and further entrench herself.
At least she hasn't lied to him. This won't fix anything, but that's not her problem right now.
Right now, Aerith's only concerns involve letting her tongue brush against Rufus's as she waits for the right moment when the hold she's guided him into loosens, allowing her to slip out of his arms, another twist in this game of push-pull. Walking the tricky edge of being pulled along by the need to feel more of him and the keen memory of the noise he made the last time she put space between them, Aerith's off his lap when the moment's right, out of his arms and back on her feet, her hands pushing her hair back past her shoulders as she peers over her shoulder at him. ]
You're going to sit right there and wait. [ Somehow, she still sounds like she's cheerfully delivering good news rather than torturing them both for the fun cause of trying to put him in his place. The corners of her eyes crease in amusement as she steps to the side, ignoring how her body aches in objection while her hands unfasten her skirt's zipper. Once it falls, Aerith steps out of it without breaking her sauntering stride, heading towards the pile of gifts, hands clasping idly behind her back while she looks over the assortment of still packaged toys, searching for something straightforward, with an easy learning curve. ]
If you just begged me now, you'd solve both of our problems, you know?
[ Just because she's making it up as she goes does not mean she's not going to hassle him like she's got it all figured out. Wanting nothing more than to spring her trap on him while trying to satiate the hunger needling through her, Aerith picks up a small vibrator and turns around, idly toying with the waistband of her panties as she closes in on him again. ] Now you're going to have to wait, and not be allowed to do anything until I tell you that you can.
[ She comes to a halt beside where he sits, bringing him nearly eye level with the dampness darkening the front of her panties. ] Well, maybe I can let you take these off, but that's it.
[It's a good play, and it gets her precisely what she's after; when Aerith slips free of his hold, he doesn't fight to keep her, but the suddenness of her departure drags a noise that's almost a growl free of his throat in its place. The feeling of loss is acute — she'd been warm and pliable and close and good, and now she's halfway across the room and there's really nothing stopping him from chasing her, save for the fact that he suspects that's exactly what she wants. It's a neat little trap she manufactures, all told: if he stays put, then it gives the appearance of doing as she'd told, but if he ignores it and goes after her, then he's playing into her hands.
The burn of irritation pairs deliciously with a sense of odd, approving interest. He doesn't like being played, but somehow he can appreciate that she's decided to try it at all.
Besides, there's one benefit to her getting up. She sheds that ridiculous skirt, which on the balance is a marked improvement. Her legs are as pretty as the rest of her, and she'd bade him wait but she never said anything about whether he was prohibited from looking or not.]
I'm supposed to solve your problems too? Shouldn't you — hh, be begging me, then?
[The hitch in his breath is subtle, but less so than he'd like. He'd written the toys off as pranks and novelties, when he'd been sifting through them before. He hadn't particularly thought —
Well. That's reason enough as any to make a surreptitious grab for the scotch and have another drink, while he still can.
By the time she comes back, he's shifted a little, mostly just from wanting to move his legs a bit while there's still an opportunity before she theoretically comes back to perch over them again; he's moved himself up into a more kneeling position that has him sitting back on his heels, upright enough that it's easier to move a bit when she approaches, and which renders his own arousal not quite so juttingly obvious.
She's wet. He did that.
Fuck.]
I see. So that's it, unless you tell me.
[One hand comes up to grasp her by the outside of her thigh, keeping her stationary and tethered; the other runs up the inside of her opposite leg, up and up and up until he finds the apex and its dampness, and runs two fingers along it.
He's only allowed to take them off? Well, she didn't say how long he had to accomplish it, or how efficient he had to be in going about it.]
[ It may take years for Aerith to admit how profoundly satisfying this is - the electrifying way that quiet growl plays over her senses, how he tries to tamp down all the small signs that he's as engrossed in this as she's ended up being and fails miserably - but right now she's relishing in it, wiggling her hips as his hand settles on the outside of her thigh, teasing without needing any words to further build on the artful job of hassling him she's pulling off. ]
I'm taking something nobody wants me to have.
[ The brightness in her tone does double duty as deviousness, pleased with herself that Rufus has set her up to turn the tables on him like this. After tossing the toy onto the bed behind her, Aerith reaches down and runs her fingers through his hair, her eyes slowly narrowing as the hand he runs up the inside of her leg climbs higher.
His fingers press against the outline of her folds, and a sweet pang of want moves through her, thighs trembling ever so slightly before she recovers herself. It's a fight to drum up the willpower to stop him, but Aerith finds a way, one of her hands moving to cover his and steer it back to her hips, even as she's left practically burning from the loss of the touch. ]
That's it until I tell you. Or you learn how to say please.
[ How many gauntlets must litter the ground between them today? Aerith adds another to the growing pile, pleased with herself for summoning up the restraint to keep teasing him, forcing herself to stay still and not lean into the heat she can feel radiating off his body. ]
I can take them off if you're too busy staring at me again.
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[But damn if it doesn't feel good, the way new points of contact keep opening up between them, and new sensations continue to preoccupy his attention one after another. There's at least three layers still between them yet but there's such heat when she grinds down onto him, when she pulls his shirt open free and pushes her hands inside. There's no chance of getting her bra off entirely without separating enough to fuss about with her shirt, but loosening it makes enough space for him to get his hand on her, too, brought back around front to work up between the lace and the swell of her breast, feeling her up in much the same way that she's out to do to him.]
But take your best shot anyway.
[It's not enough, not enough, not enough. Later, when the fog lifts from his thoughts and he can consider it through an unclouded lens, he'll realize how unnatural that urgency really is, how spurred on by the effects of the resort and its questionable beverages. For now, though, there's little to contemplate beyond the way her fingers are skimming across his chest, making him suck his breath a little more sharply as he rolls into the touch and closes his eyes briefly against it.]
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He tells her she'll lose and she laughs, soft and sweet, smothered between kisses and reflected in the playful lightness of her fingertips against his chest as they graze over his nipples in a wordless show of one-upmanship. ]
Could be. [ She won't lose, even if she drives herself to distraction all for the sake of doing the same to him, nevermind that she still hasn't figured out how to win either. Buoyed by the champagne, Aerith pulls back, affording them just enough space for her to pull her shirt off and push his off his shoulders, her eyes lingering on his face. ] But I doubt it.
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It's consolation enough that he gets to look at her when she puts distance between them, though. The absurdity of the novelty t-shirt gives way to the softer elegance of her bared body, and it's hard to regret the exchange. There are no visible scars bitten into her skin where a shirt or top might hide them, and he's not entirely sure why that's even something he looked for to begin with.]
Only one way to find out.
[It's hard not to wonder about her, the real living girl behind all the references to the Ancient that turned up in internal memos and research reports and Tseng's carefully level voice. What makes her blush, makes her writhe, makes her scream? Has anyone ever sought those answers? Does she even know them, herself?
He wants to know, he thinks, and when her hands push his shirt off his shoulders, he catches them by the fingers before they can retreat, clasping each of her hands in his own. Ostensibly it's to keep her from getting any further in undressing him — maybe. Maybe that's what it is. That's what would make the most sense.
(She's pretty, he thinks, unbidden, and files it away as irrelevant.)
Using her hands like they're leverage, he tugs at her now that they're both bare from the waist up, curious to see how much better it feels to be pressed together when it's skin to heated skin.]
Now come back here.
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Aerith's eyes flash, still pleased with herself when she fixes her eyes on his face again, leaning into his face to press their foreheads together, staring him down, playful and challenging in equal measure. ]
You need to learn how to say please!
[ The passive hold she's kept on his hands tightens, and she pulls his arms behind her, leading them around her back until she's satisfied he'll take the lead and hold her like she wants him to. Her knees press against the floor as she straightens herself up against him, lifting herself off of his lap to feel more of his body as she pushes his hair back from his face, nails dragging light against his scalp before she pulls him into another kiss.
Later, she'll look back on this and wonder when her mind became a muddied mess of desire, when she stopped being able to string any thoughts beyond making good on that threat, and how it doesn't feel as surreal as it should, being wanted by Rufus Shinra. ]
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But right now, it's not enough, and the wanting spurs him on to more, more, more. More sounds, more kisses, more contact — more, until he's had his fill, and right now his appetite feels bottomless.]
Oh? No one's managed it yet.
[The taunting comes as easy as ever; what gives him pause, just for an instant, is the way she pulls the same trick on him that he's just used on her, and makes use of their still-clasped hands to guide his arms around her. By all rights, he should be triumphant about it — what could be a better expression of taking something she wants than to physically put his hands where she pleases? — but there's an intimacy to this specific gesture that catches him just a little off-guard. Pleasure is one thing, exploration is another, but this is...tenderness, of a sort, to want him to not just bring her close but to hold her there, and in a way it almost feels...
Should she want that, really? Should she want that from him?
It's only an instant's fleeting thought before it's too late to matter, because he gathers her up just in time for her to get her own hands in his hair, using them like a guide herself to lift his face up and kiss her again. It's attractive, to say the least — it always is, when his partner is willing to take some initiative — and with the little sliver of clarity that remains before his thoughts submerge in desire once more, he makes his hands draw light circles against the plane of her back, keeping them moving so she can't help but feel it, how she's getting what she wanted and chased after and claimed.]
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[ The fingers in his hair press together, catching enough between them to tug while she arches into him, pressing him back against the foot of the bed while his fingers play over her back, keeping her flushed, the persistent heat steeping into every cell practically rocketing through her veins. Letting herself get surrounded like this should be off the table. His hands shouldn't be starting to feel familiar, much less welcome. The seconds of clarity she gets should be devoted to extracting herself from this situation, not finding more ways to egg him on and further entrench herself.
At least she hasn't lied to him. This won't fix anything, but that's not her problem right now.
Right now, Aerith's only concerns involve letting her tongue brush against Rufus's as she waits for the right moment when the hold she's guided him into loosens, allowing her to slip out of his arms, another twist in this game of push-pull. Walking the tricky edge of being pulled along by the need to feel more of him and the keen memory of the noise he made the last time she put space between them, Aerith's off his lap when the moment's right, out of his arms and back on her feet, her hands pushing her hair back past her shoulders as she peers over her shoulder at him. ]
You're going to sit right there and wait. [ Somehow, she still sounds like she's cheerfully delivering good news rather than torturing them both for the fun cause of trying to put him in his place. The corners of her eyes crease in amusement as she steps to the side, ignoring how her body aches in objection while her hands unfasten her skirt's zipper. Once it falls, Aerith steps out of it without breaking her sauntering stride, heading towards the pile of gifts, hands clasping idly behind her back while she looks over the assortment of still packaged toys, searching for something straightforward, with an easy learning curve. ]
If you just begged me now, you'd solve both of our problems, you know?
[ Just because she's making it up as she goes does not mean she's not going to hassle him like she's got it all figured out. Wanting nothing more than to spring her trap on him while trying to satiate the hunger needling through her, Aerith picks up a small vibrator and turns around, idly toying with the waistband of her panties as she closes in on him again. ] Now you're going to have to wait, and not be allowed to do anything until I tell you that you can.
[ She comes to a halt beside where he sits, bringing him nearly eye level with the dampness darkening the front of her panties. ] Well, maybe I can let you take these off, but that's it.
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The burn of irritation pairs deliciously with a sense of odd, approving interest. He doesn't like being played, but somehow he can appreciate that she's decided to try it at all.
Besides, there's one benefit to her getting up. She sheds that ridiculous skirt, which on the balance is a marked improvement. Her legs are as pretty as the rest of her, and she'd bade him wait but she never said anything about whether he was prohibited from looking or not.]
I'm supposed to solve your problems too? Shouldn't you — hh, be begging me, then?
[The hitch in his breath is subtle, but less so than he'd like. He'd written the toys off as pranks and novelties, when he'd been sifting through them before. He hadn't particularly thought —
Well. That's reason enough as any to make a surreptitious grab for the scotch and have another drink, while he still can.
By the time she comes back, he's shifted a little, mostly just from wanting to move his legs a bit while there's still an opportunity before she theoretically comes back to perch over them again; he's moved himself up into a more kneeling position that has him sitting back on his heels, upright enough that it's easier to move a bit when she approaches, and which renders his own arousal not quite so juttingly obvious.
She's wet. He did that.
Fuck.]
I see. So that's it, unless you tell me.
[One hand comes up to grasp her by the outside of her thigh, keeping her stationary and tethered; the other runs up the inside of her opposite leg, up and up and up until he finds the apex and its dampness, and runs two fingers along it.
He's only allowed to take them off? Well, she didn't say how long he had to accomplish it, or how efficient he had to be in going about it.]
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I'm taking something nobody wants me to have.
[ The brightness in her tone does double duty as deviousness, pleased with herself that Rufus has set her up to turn the tables on him like this. After tossing the toy onto the bed behind her, Aerith reaches down and runs her fingers through his hair, her eyes slowly narrowing as the hand he runs up the inside of her leg climbs higher.
His fingers press against the outline of her folds, and a sweet pang of want moves through her, thighs trembling ever so slightly before she recovers herself. It's a fight to drum up the willpower to stop him, but Aerith finds a way, one of her hands moving to cover his and steer it back to her hips, even as she's left practically burning from the loss of the touch. ]
That's it until I tell you. Or you learn how to say please.
[ How many gauntlets must litter the ground between them today? Aerith adds another to the growing pile, pleased with herself for summoning up the restraint to keep teasing him, forcing herself to stay still and not lean into the heat she can feel radiating off his body. ]
I can take them off if you're too busy staring at me again.
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