▶ ORIGINAL TEST DRIVE 2 POST IS LOCATED HERE ▶ ALL NEW TOP LEVELS SHOULD NOW BE POSTED ON TAKE 2
▶ ALL CARRIED OVER OLD TOP LEVELS SHOULD BE LINKED, NOT COPY AND PASTED
【 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.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
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. 💕
[ For now, she toes her shoes off and pulls her legs up onto the couch, curling up with a giant pillow. Immediately, she looks a little better once her head's less vertical. She makes a noise of relief, turning her body towards him and getting more comfortable. ]
That's a nice dream, you know. I wish more people had it. Kinda makes me sad to know that's a universal problem, more than I ever could've realized.
[ Shockingly, she doesn't put up much of a fight with sharing her dreams. ]
Is it weird to say I don't really have to dream of anything anymore? I'm here now. I'm free. I can do almost anything I've always wanted to do. [ She sighs with quiet satisfaction. ] Now I get to dream about what new things I'll do every day. All the people I'll meet, and foods I get to try. Books I get to read, clothes I can choose for myself whenever I want...
[ There's just one thing missing to make it all perfect. She sighs again, but it's a wistful one. ]
I know some people probably hate it here already, but this is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I hope it never ends.
Universal problem... I was hoping it wouldn't be the case.
[He doesn't know any other species who had suffered the same injustice or inequality he and other Cybertronians had during pre-war Cybertron, but hearing that it's an universal problem, if true, both saddened and anger him.
However, he simply lets out a tired sigh at that.
Monika easily sharing her dream is a little unexpected. But... It makes sense. She already achieved what she wanted by arriving here, and it's easy to take a guess what dream she had.]
It's... Nice to have such mundane dreams. You got what you wanted-- freedom.
[Though he can't really relate with being trapped in a video game, he can empathize being chained down by something or someone and wanting freedom.]
[ She looks away and shakes her head at him having to discover inequality's a problem that apparently spans across galaxies. It feels weird to talk on it, though. Sure, she loves to talk about humanity, but there it is again, that bothersome feeling that she doesn't belong and therefore can't...
There's an equally tired sigh from her, then she glances back. ]
It is nice. And, you know, I got to meet someone like you, didn't I? It's just... [ She smiles a bit. ] It's so nice to be able to talk to someone normally. Nothing in the way. No fears of things ending at any moment...
[ Maybe she feels bad about rejecting his comfort so much earlier, who knows. But she reaches out to touch his hand, just as he'd done to hers earlier. It's only been a few hours that they've been together, but she's starting to realize there's something different about him. A kinship. A bond.
Her smile widens, and her fingers curl around his hand a little tighter. ]
[He's just glad Monika is able to experience normalcy. Unlike him, he was robbed of a normal life. Even if the war never happened, he wasn't exactly normal amongst his own kind. Being a Cybertronian with a special abilities, extraordinary hearing and an empath, it makes him a freak in Cybertron society.
He may not be able to experience normalcy ever, but he hopes future generations of Cybertronian do.... And for people who had been trapped or chained, like Monika.
Brushing a hand against another's is different than holding hands. Shaking a hand is different, too. Yet he doesn't react too strongly or freezes in place at the physical contact. Maybe it's the alcohol helping him? Or maybe he's grown comfortable with Monika this quickly in a few hours?
Either way, he gently curls his own fingers around Monika's hand.]
I didn't think someone would ever say they're glad they got to meet me.
[And strangely enough, he feels... Happy.]
I know you are tired.... But, if you'd like to continue talking or do anything else with me tonight, I'll be willing to.
[After all, he isn't going anywhere and stay by her side for a day, as promised.]
Ahaha. Didn't I tell you? There's a first time for everything.
[ Her head shakes again. ] And don't worry. I'm not that tired. I'm more...comfortable now. It'd be nice to stay like this for a while. It's another thing I've dreamt of, you know. Having a quiet, relaxing time with--someone.
[ Weird. She's feeling a bit shy all of a sudden. Maybe it's from being so open? Maybe it's because she nearly finished that sentence with "the person I love"? Or maybe it's still all the alcohol. Yeah, that must be it.
Her gaze drops down to their linked hands. Her heart's going a little faster again, but not terribly so. It feels nice. And maybe... ]
I see. I am glad that you are... comfortable, and I prefer quiet.
[In other words, he has a problem with her wanting a quiet, relaxing time with him. The bustling nature outside of this room is something he can tolerate .... hearing so much noises at once give him a headache.
What comes next is a little unexpected. His head turning fully towards Monika. The offer gets a pink flush on his cheeks- flushing terribly so. Ah, why does his chest feel hotter all of a sudden? Why is he feeling shy, too? Didn't they do exactly that before in the parking garage? Again, it must've been the alcohol.]
If you... wouldn't mind, yes. I would like to, Monika.
Hmm. I think I like it, too. I can just think and feel like normal. It beats hearing the same music on loop forever, or worse.
[ They won't talk about the void, though. No thanks.
Her eyes meet his when he turns his head her way. Her cheeks are flushed, too, but she's still smiling. There's nothing wrong with showing a friend appreciation, right? And getting closer?
...She's actually getting closer. The pillow's shifted aside, and she uses their linked hands to pull them together. Once their legs are touching, she can't help but continue thinking how real he feels. Such a contrast to his true form. Just like the moment they've sunk into, it's nice.
Should she let go of his hand? Keep holding it? She's not sure. The only thing to do is see how things go. After taking a breath, she nods down at her chest. ]
I'm ready whenever you are.
[ Bright side: no lifting necessary this time! Thank God. ]
[Soundwave isn't smiling, nor is he grumpy, either. His lips are a flat line, cheeks flush redder, as he finds himself locking eyes with Monika.
When their legs touched, his initial bodily reaction is to twitch and move awat, but then quickly presses back, not wanting to give her the idea that he dislikes it. With friends, even the ones he quickly befriended, he typically doesn't mind physical closeness, it can be nice, but it's something he's not entirely used to yet. And .. there's nothing wrong with wanting to be close with a friend.
Plus, he's going to press his head on her chest again-- he'll have to stay very close to her.
Will her heartbeat beat as fast and anxious as before? Or will he hear a different rhythm? Only one way to find out.
He dips down and rest the side of his head on her chest. Soft... Once again that thought comes to mind, but he soon re-focuses, eyes closing, listening to her heartbeat. His hand keeps holding onto hers, squeezing lightly.]
[ It's probably no surprise that her heart's rapidly thumping away, and it only gets faster once he makes contact. She was already nervous enough when he moved away, assuming she'd done too much too soon. But gradually, bit by bit, it's slowing down. Not much, but enough that he won't be worrying if she's an anxious mess this time.
Which she is. She's highly, highly anxious. He hasn't let go of her hand! His head is on her chest! But...he looks almost peaceful there. It calms her further to know he could be this comfortable around her already, especially in contrast to how he was when they first met.
There must be something softer there under all that hard metal. She wants to discover more of what lies below. ]
Everything okay?
[ She asks it softly. With his ear pressed in that closely, she's hoping that's enough not to overwhelm his heightened hearing. ]
If you need me to move or anything...
[ Her voice trails off. There's a sudden urge to touch his hair. It might make this better for him. For her, too, since that's what she always pictured happening in a moment like this. But that level of intimacy is...
Instead, she squeezes his hand back to curb the temptation. It's enough. It'll have to be. ]
[It started out similar to when the first time he pressed his head on her chest. However, the beat's slowing down, not as rapid or anxious anymore. Whatever it is, he's glad that she's calming down. As such, he need not worry about his friend and instead can quietly listen to her heartbeat.
He's not any close to feeling sleepy, but... he feels like he could sleep like this, on Monika while as his avatar. Is... that weird? He couldn't remember if he ever rested on someone else's chest before. His smaller friends definitely had, and it had felt great before.
Ah, no... What is he even thinking? He just wanted to listen to her heartbeat, isn't he? The slow thump against his ear. It's loud but also comfortable. It's just... comfort. Comfort he didn't know he needed until now.
Ah, she asked a question, didn't she?]
No, this is fine... Everything is okay.
[He's so comfortable that he doesn't feel like moving. So comfortable that he wanted to be close to Monika. His mind would've hesitated, but not his body. Gingerly, his other arm wraps around her waist, fingers lightly brushing up against her spine. All the while he has a peaceful look on his face.]
So this is how a human's heart sound... [It's nice; he could listen to this and stay for a while. No, he wants to stay, and that's why he's absentmindedly nuzzling against her chest.]
[ He'll definitely hear her gasp quietly once his arm slides in, and sure enough, there goes her heart again, trying to escape her chest. And while she stiffens at the feel of his fingers on her spine, other instincts take over. Her body relaxes into it, and she shivers.
Just one simple little touch and...it feels good.
She swallows hard, almost afraid to look down again, but some unseen force pushes her head down and she does it anyway. The nuzzling is even more overwhelming. This was spiraling out of control so quickly, she's getting dizzy. This time, it is not the alcohol. ]
Y-You must really like it, huh?
[ There's a sad attempt at a giggle, but it barely makes it past her throat. This isn't a time where she can cope with humor. She clutches his hand tighter, struggling to keep herself grounded. The other sits limply at her side, torn between pushing at him or giving in to touching him more in return. ]
Maybe don't use me as the basis for what a human's supposed to sound like, though?
[ Yes, she still can't get over her hang-ups with that. ]
[Ah, her heart rate just shot up. Perhaps it's because of the arm around her and the gentle brushes to her spine. He's tempted to break the admittedly comfortable closeness, assuming he'd done too much or overstepped some boundaries. Monika doesn't seem angry though nor is she pushing him away. Instead, both body and heart relax into the touch, and that's the only reason he's not pushing himself back up. What he does do is stop the brushing and simply letting his arm rest around her, though. Embarrassed, but still not letting go of her.
"Don't use her as the basis?"
That gets his eyes to open and looks up at Monika, still resting on her chest, seemingly not wanting to let go of her. Perhaps he should, but he couldn't find the will to move away, especially when she's clutching his hand.]
What do you mean?
[Isn't she human? Or is there something he's missing.]
[ At least it's a little easier to keep focus now. Every single touch of his was too, too good. She's going nuts trying to convince herself not to like it. He's not the Player. She can't.
Funny how she's now glad to use an uncomfortable topic as a distraction. Vaguely. There's hardly any room to focus with him still so damn close. ]
I mean, I wasn't human before, so...or was I? Am I one now? I don't know. [ Her chest tightens, and she feels an unfamiliar sensation she really doesn't like. ] I'm so confused.
[ Her voice cracks on the next words. ] I hate it.
[That discomfort has returned. The same discomfort he felt from her when she left the parking garage and throughout this visit earlier. She had been avoiding bringing attention to it, and when he did bring it up himself, she deflected. Now he's getting the picture of the cause.
Reluctant as he is to leave the comfort, he forces himself to abandon Monika's chest, so he could properly meet her eyes. Though he still stay close enough for their hands to remain linked.]
I do not know what you thought of yourself before, but.... I can say for certain that you are. Right now, you are human. Alive and human.
[Gently, his hand rests on Monika's chest.]
This right here... is proof of that.
[Not just her beating heart, but also the emotions he felt from her. Otherwise? If he couldn't feel any emotions from her, then she's no different or better than a simple AI or drone. If she was one, he wouldn't be staying here with Monika.]
[ Part of her wants to argue. How can she know who she is when she never knew who she was in the first place? She escaped her game, but she didn't escape every question that haunted her. Almost all of them were more painful than the next, all of them starting with why, why, why--
Her heart pounds under his hand, and she forces herself to stare back into his eyes. After a while, it's not too difficult. This close up, they're mesmerizing. They've got her on a hook, slowly dragging her in. Any arguments she had fade away into them. ]
Thank you...
[ She reaches up and places her hand on his, squeezing it over her chest. With every heartbeat, their connection grows, and the tightness she felt is replaced with yearning. Want. Because someone's validated her. Someone understands her.
Her other hand's unconsciously slid up to his cheek. It takes her an age and a half to realize her gaze had drifted down to his mouth. She bites her lower lip, finding herself fighting another wild urge. It's feeling like a losing battle.
The battle of holding in her words ends much faster. They clumsily tumble out. ]
[Crimson eyes stay on her emerald. His hand on her chest; he could feel her heart thump against the avatar's palm.... So he could also feel her heartbeat, this way? If he had known, he could've avoid the awkwardness of placing his head on her chest. ..... Well, resting on her chest wasn't a bad thing at all. It was.... relaxing. A part of him want to ask her if he could rest back down there. However, that is such a shameful thing to ask of her.
Her chest on his hand feels soft, though. As it's being squeezed down over her chest, he unconsciously gropes her. Nothing more than a gentle grope, but a part of him finds her... wanting? That's a... new feeling. It must be... No, he doesn't believe it's the alcohol anymore.
His gaze remains unbroken, even after Monika already shifted hers, until her other hand is on his cheek. His eyes shift down to it, then back to Monika to see her eyes looking elsewhere. Tempted to ask, but he couldn't word his own question before Monika did, and her question comes out at the same time he realizes where her eyes focused on. At the question, his lips part to answer... Has he?]
I... [A beat] It has been a long time since I have. I've forgotten how it feel...
[So does a number of things that relate to the physical. Intimacy. Pleasure. The questions. Where her eyes are gazing at. He may be socially awkward, but he isn't stupid. He knows where this is going.
He's still not sure if the alcohol is affecting his brave decision, or if spurred by Monika's own emotions. Regardless of which, he leans forward. Slowly. Gradually. He's getting close to her face... But he stops. He doesn't complete it, but his lips are close to hers- just a few inches away -if Monika leans in.]
[ Before she can stop it, a quiet moan leaks out. The grope, unintentional though it was, stirred up even more new sensations. There was something lower, so much lower than she expected. It pulses pleasurably and spreads warmth across her body, making her legs tremble.
She pushes his hand in harder, shifting it completely over her breast. There are more of those pleasurable tingles, and that new sensation returns, stronger. He'll probably sense all of her muddled feelings melding into a deeper want, a hungry desire, something that scares and excites her simultaneously.
He's closer. Closer. Too close. A breath apart, just like the quick, quivery breaths he can easily feel hitting his lips. Just one little push, and they could be as one. ]
Let me help you rememb...
[ The sentence goes unfinished, ended by her lips meeting his. He could remember. She could discover. So many questions could be answered. ]
[He feels her want. Her desire. His own wants and desires are flaring up, as well. He didn't think those sort of desires are still with him, but now there's the sense to share them with her.
The warm quivery breath hitting his lips starts the process of recollection. She's nervous. He's nervous, too. It's been a long time- possibly millions of years ago that everything they might do tonight would be considered his first time.
But he's able to hide his own quiver better, tightening his hold on her hand as neurocircuits start to flare up. The nervousness is short-lived the moment Monika presses her lips onto his. Soundwave squeezes both her breast and hand, but then relaxes them, pressing back.
With a soft, shaky exhale through his nose, he closes his eyes, slowly remembering, cherishing it.
For now, he keeps the kiss chaste. He doesn't hunger for it- right now, he wouldn't, as there's an opportunity for that. The night is long. Instead, he wants to take things slow and seeks to not overwhelm what is likely Monika's first time.
He doesn't know a whole lot about the human body, even with a convenient human avatar to learn from. He would have to ask Monika when the opportunity arises, if she desired more. He does know one thing- something he just learned moments ago. Judging from her reaction shortly before the kiss, her breasts seem like a point of pleasure, coping a feel of her full breast. Then, very carefully and gently, he fondles her breast with his hand, occasionally giving her a squeeze.]
[ Somewhere inside, she appreciates the softness. It's good to keep things slow, because taking up the most room inside her mind? A wild, raging storm of confusion, excitement, fear, lust. This is so much.
Every movement of their lips, every touch of his, it licks against her skin like hot fire. She wants to wince away from the pain, but also craves every burn. Worse yet, what she feels only continues to intensify instead of lulling, as if someone's tossing fuel into what'll soon be a raging inferno. It makes her clutch his cheek harder, whimpering against his lips.
He won't have to ask, at this rate. She already knows she wants more.
And more he gives when his hand encapsulates her breast and squeezes. She trembles harder, pressing up into his grasp, her hardened nipple poking out through all the layers of fabric. That definitely feels good, more than she expected it would, even with clothing in the way. How much deeper into madness would he drive her if it wasn't in the way? Would that alone make her crumble?
Monika turns her head away, breaking the kiss. Nothing's wrong, she just needs to catch her breath. An impossible task. Especially as the hand she had on his cheek trails lower and lower, her head swimming with how bold she's being. ]
Can I...touch you, too? Do you like being touched?
[Her lips are... fiery. Not because of what she ate or drank, or even because of the alcohol he had been downing before. Rather, it's because of her current state of emotions. Her emotions are like sparking hot electrics dancing on his lips. It feels like burning. Passionate. Exciting.
His chest tightens the longer the kiss goes on, yet he can't find the will to remove himself, either. It feels too good. This feeling his body has long since forgotten.
Both the physical and emotional make him crave her lips more. To stay for however long with their lips pressing against one another. Except the kiss ends short (to him) when Monika suddenly turns her head away. Soundwave pulls himself up and looks down at her, eyes slightly widened in surprise. Thankfully, the surprise is short-lived when he sees Monika simply catching her breath. ... Of course. Humans needed air to survive, don't they? He's forgotten such a basic fact about them. For a second, he thought that he's done something wrong.
With a sigh of relieved, Soundwave leans down to her neck instead to press a series of kisses to her there.
Does he like being touched? Outside of this context, he answer would've been a no. But even then, that would answer be a lie. He does yearn for touch... when it comes from someone special. And a friend is who he'd consider special.]
I do. I want to remember. [He speaks in a hushed tone, blowing warm air onto her neck.] I want to learn more.
[About Monika. About her body. About pleasing her. Soundwave lets go of the hand he's been holding. Only for a brief moment, before he comes back to intertwine their fingers together, clutching hard. For his other hand on her breasts, he brushes his thumb over the nub poking the fabric, curiously.
Her hand moving down the contour of his body gives him goosebumps, body visibly shivering when she reaches down to his breast. His own nipples start to erect under the bodysuit- an utterly new feeling -the material not doing much to dull the warm, flush skin of his avatar's body.
Speaking of the avatar's body, there's something he needed to ask before going further. It's embarrassing to even ask, face as red as it can be, because he wasn't expecting to get physical tonight.]
Monika, I... am aware that humans have different genitals. [He never really cared about what his avatar's gender is. Still doesn't, but he gets the feeling there's some sort of expectations down there according to a human's gender.] I am currently using the form of a human female. However, I can... have either one. Or both. Ours... should be somewhat familiar with human males, I think.
[A small hint to what his avatar's defaulted to. It's such a strange thing to bring up, but he doesn't want to surprise Monika.]
[ There's a shuddering gasp at the kisses to her neck. Another new discovery. She can be kissed there? It can feel this good? His answers nearly don't come through, as caught up in the pleasure as she is. If he hadn't brought their hands together, she would've instinctively pushed his head closer to keep him there forever.
She takes another one of those breaks to deal with her human functions very much malfunctioning. ]
Good. [ Breathe in. Breathe out. ] Because I--I want to.
[ She shouldn't. He's a friend. But...she wants to. What she wants always trumps what's right.
After reacting to his curious touch, anyway. Her head tilts back as she bites her lip, thighs pressing together when a throb rocks her. She grips his hand back just as hard, and it dizzies her more, how soft that is, holding hands while doing this. How romantic...
He's speaking again. Her head comes forward, eyes hazy. She does better with listening this time, her eyebrows going up slightly behind her bangs. And unfortunately, she giggles in surprise. ]
Okay?
[ Oh, jeez. That probably makes her seem insensitive! She quickly sobers up enough to explain herself better. ]
S-Sorry! I just mean...I don't care. That's never mattered to me. Even if you couldn't change it? That's fine. All that matters to me... [ Her hand slides to the center of his chest, where a heart like hers would be. ] ...is what's in here.
[ She turns her head to kiss his cheek, giving his hand a squeeze. ] Whoever you are as a human, as a Cybertronian...it's beautiful to me.
[ Another bold move. Temporarily forgetting her own pleasure, she draws her fingers down his abdomen, hesitating for a moment, then they dip lower, slotting between his legs. While there are shrieks of fear in her head, she presses on, rubbing experimentally. He's reacted how she would expect a human to so far. Would he do the same with this? ]
That isn't at all an answer he was expecting. Thankfully, Monika explained herself, otherwise he would've felt silly. Once again, it seems he's overthinking stuff.
There's so many differences between a human and a Cybertronian, yet they are some similarities too, as they continue to explore each other's body. The crotch is a good idea for where the erogenous zone as a start. And as Monika may find, he does indeed react the same way as a human would. Perhaps more sensitive than a human.
Her bold move earns a quiet "ah!" escaping his lips, hips jerking and thighs pressing together before he relaxes and spreads his legs to allow her hand rubbing his sex. It causes him to cease his own work on her, temporarily mind. This is all new; recollecting the feeling, trying to get used to the avatar's sensitivity and the hand rubbing between his legs. Once he does, he starts to roll his hips along.
Eventually, an erection starts to rise under the body suit, poking against the material uncomfortably. Soundwave pulls himself away so their eyes can meet again.]
I... I can do that.
[Frankly, he's touched by her words earlier. Whatever worries and doubts that has been plaguing his addled mind is gone now, thanks to Monika reaffirmation. He's still mindful of his friend's comfort, but this allows him to take a bold approach as well.
He's been squeezing and fondling her breast for a while now. He wonders just how she feels without the fabric being in the way.
Tentatively abandoning her soft breast, his hand moves to unbutton her blouse. Not fully, just a few buttons from the top so he can slip a hand under to cop a feel.]
[ Relief swells in her. She's glad she could ease his worries. What she said would always be the truth, no matter who she ended up with. Even if, apparently, it was...just a friend.
That thought needs to go away for now. Her mind will keep stumbling over it if she doesn't push it away. Soundwave is someone special. That's enough.
With that problem solved, she can focus on what's important--just him, reacting to her. She can't tell he's more sensitive, since she has absolutely zero baseline to go off. She has a similar moment to his earlier one, however, where her hand jerks and she inwardly frets, wondering if she'd done something wrong when he reacts so strongly to her initial touch. Worry quickly shifts to intrigue when she finds she didn't mess up. He must like it, and--oh. That's. Her cheeks light up as he hardens against her hand. What else did you expect, dummy? comes her sardonic thought, but she shoves it aside into the "forget about until later" pile.
Their eyes meet. She wonders what she'd need to do to feel him without the suit in the way. Her fingers press around his length, but-- ]
Wait, I--
[ Too late. Before she can contemplate anything further, it's his turn to be bold. Her hands snap to the couch to dig her fingers into the plush cushions, and her chest heaves as he plucks each button open. Almost, almost, and... ]
A-Ah...!
[ A sharp breath hisses in through her teeth after her loud cry. Talk about sensitive. All she can focus on is his hand reigniting the flames even higher than before. Without thought, she claps a hand between her legs, pressing through her skirt, as if that'll help contain how intense things have gotten down there. She's learning. Her body is responding more than ever, and now she knows exactly where it's happening.
These clothes needed to go. Already, she's not sure how much longer she can take them being in the way. ]
Can we, ah. Can we g-get, um, undressed?
[ Nice. She didn't manage to completely make a fool of herself when stammering that out. ]
[Her reaction is.... Exciting? It certainly is exciting. With each button open, his own excitement grow, eyes shifting back and forth between her cleavage and the reaction she's making. The flame within his burns brighter. His chest overheating.
Then, the softness in his hand, under her bra. He exhales a breath he didn't know he's been holding in until now. Worry initially rises up at her cry, but he immediately quiets that down when he can tell she's just as excited and intense inside.
At her request, Soundwave breaks his attention away from her cleavage and looks back up at her in the eyes, before giving her a nod.]
Ah... Yes.
[The bodysuit was getting uncomfortably hot.
Hesitant as he is to do so, he needs to let go so they both can undress, and so he slips his hand out but not before giving her another teasing squeeze. Soundwave has a faster way of undressing- his clothes dematerializes in pixels, much like his visor disappear earlier. Now there's nothing to hide; no mask to cover his face (not that he's been wearing it since entering room), no ridiculously huge hoodie jacket. The avatar's body is curvaceous, perky breasts, and a half-erected penis.
He's really tempted to bring his hand down to hide the embarrassing bits. Except, he'd look silly doing so, which is why he's not hiding anything.
Soundwave folds his arms together and shifts his red gaze away from her, cheeks flushing red, fingers squeezing his own arms to hide how much he's shaking. Excitement? Nervousness? Both... These aren't feelings he typically felt before. He's not even sure why he's embarrassed too, as this naked body isn't technically his. But he eventually glances at Monika, bashfully, waiting for her to get undressed herself.]
[ Despite her request, once it's out there and accepted, she has a tiny stab of fear and an impulse to take it back. That was way too bold. Maybe they could just keep touching each other with their clothes on! And...
Ah. Too late. As she recovers from the last touch of his hand, she's thrown into yet another whirlwind of overwhelming emotions and sensations when he's suddenly naked. There's no stopping it--she openly stares, and stares, and stares. What a feast for the eyes, one she wants to keep gorging herself on, but...she needs to get on with it. ]
Ahaha, wow. [ She pulls her hand from between her legs, reaching out for a touch, but she shyly retracts it before making contact. ] I never thought I'd miss being able to change clothes like that...
[ Which means having to do it the manual way is going to make this harder. She licks her dry lips, struggling for something to seize as a distraction, to at least make things bearable.
...When in doubt, be a pain. She stands, peering back at him with a sneaky little smile, though it's weakened by her obvious nervousness. ]
You're not doing a great job of convincing me you're not adorable and sweet, you know. Look at you, so shy...
[ She's one to talk. Halfway through removing her blouse, she turns away, forcing him to stare at her back while she pulls it off and lets it fall. Hopefully he won't call her out on that after her teasing. And, really, she can say it was to build the anticipation! It's totally a striptease!
With shaking hands, next is her skirt, floating down her hips and piling on the floor around her feet. Just two more bits. She takes a breath, reaching behind her back to unhook her lacy bra. One strap down her arm, then another, and that joins her other clothes. Just one more...
Her hands are shaking harder when they pull at the top of the dainty, equally-lacy wisp of fabric that's meant to be underwear (thanks a lot, staff, really subtle with what you were doing there). She doesn't mean to be seductive with it, but it takes her quite some time to bend over and slide them down her legs. With it being the last piece, and the one that's going to expose her more than ever, the nervousness attacked ruthlessly.
And look, even funnier--she's got one arm pressed over her chest, thighs clenching together tightly while her other hand's trapped between them. She's barely able to meet his eyes as she turns herself back to face him, her pace achingly slow. Once again, what a damn hypocrite.
Which, speaking of...more jokes! ]
I have no idea why you're like this. Weren't you basically naked in the parking garage? This is...no different...
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[ For now, she toes her shoes off and pulls her legs up onto the couch, curling up with a giant pillow. Immediately, she looks a little better once her head's less vertical. She makes a noise of relief, turning her body towards him and getting more comfortable. ]
That's a nice dream, you know. I wish more people had it. Kinda makes me sad to know that's a universal problem, more than I ever could've realized.
[ Shockingly, she doesn't put up much of a fight with sharing her dreams. ]
Is it weird to say I don't really have to dream of anything anymore? I'm here now. I'm free. I can do almost anything I've always wanted to do. [ She sighs with quiet satisfaction. ] Now I get to dream about what new things I'll do every day. All the people I'll meet, and foods I get to try. Books I get to read, clothes I can choose for myself whenever I want...
[ There's just one thing missing to make it all perfect. She sighs again, but it's a wistful one. ]
I know some people probably hate it here already, but this is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I hope it never ends.
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[He doesn't know any other species who had suffered the same injustice or inequality he and other Cybertronians had during pre-war Cybertron, but hearing that it's an universal problem, if true, both saddened and anger him.
However, he simply lets out a tired sigh at that.
Monika easily sharing her dream is a little unexpected. But... It makes sense. She already achieved what she wanted by arriving here, and it's easy to take a guess what dream she had.]
It's... Nice to have such mundane dreams. You got what you wanted-- freedom.
[Though he can't really relate with being trapped in a video game, he can empathize being chained down by something or someone and wanting freedom.]
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There's an equally tired sigh from her, then she glances back. ]
It is nice. And, you know, I got to meet someone like you, didn't I? It's just... [ She smiles a bit. ] It's so nice to be able to talk to someone normally. Nothing in the way. No fears of things ending at any moment...
[ Maybe she feels bad about rejecting his comfort so much earlier, who knows. But she reaches out to touch his hand, just as he'd done to hers earlier. It's only been a few hours that they've been together, but she's starting to realize there's something different about him. A kinship. A bond.
Her smile widens, and her fingers curl around his hand a little tighter. ]
I'm so glad you understand, Soundwave.
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He may not be able to experience normalcy ever, but he hopes future generations of Cybertronian do.... And for people who had been trapped or chained, like Monika.
Brushing a hand against another's is different than holding hands. Shaking a hand is different, too. Yet he doesn't react too strongly or freezes in place at the physical contact. Maybe it's the alcohol helping him? Or maybe he's grown comfortable with Monika this quickly in a few hours?
Either way, he gently curls his own fingers around Monika's hand.]
I didn't think someone would ever say they're glad they got to meet me.
[And strangely enough, he feels... Happy.]
I know you are tired.... But, if you'd like to continue talking or do anything else with me tonight, I'll be willing to.
[After all, he isn't going anywhere and stay by her side for a day, as promised.]
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[ Her head shakes again. ] And don't worry. I'm not that tired. I'm more...comfortable now. It'd be nice to stay like this for a while. It's another thing I've dreamt of, you know. Having a quiet, relaxing time with--someone.
[ Weird. She's feeling a bit shy all of a sudden. Maybe it's from being so open? Maybe it's because she nearly finished that sentence with "the person I love"? Or maybe it's still all the alcohol. Yeah, that must be it.
Her gaze drops down to their linked hands. Her heart's going a little faster again, but not terribly so. It feels nice. And maybe... ]
Did you...still want to hear my heartbeat?
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[In other words, he has a problem with her wanting a quiet, relaxing time with him. The bustling nature outside of this room is something he can tolerate .... hearing so much noises at once give him a headache.
What comes next is a little unexpected. His head turning fully towards Monika. The offer gets a pink flush on his cheeks- flushing terribly so. Ah, why does his chest feel hotter all of a sudden? Why is he feeling shy, too? Didn't they do exactly that before in the parking garage? Again, it must've been the alcohol.]
If you... wouldn't mind, yes. I would like to, Monika.
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[ They won't talk about the void, though. No thanks.
Her eyes meet his when he turns his head her way. Her cheeks are flushed, too, but she's still smiling. There's nothing wrong with showing a friend appreciation, right? And getting closer?
...She's actually getting closer. The pillow's shifted aside, and she uses their linked hands to pull them together. Once their legs are touching, she can't help but continue thinking how real he feels. Such a contrast to his true form. Just like the moment they've sunk into, it's nice.
Should she let go of his hand? Keep holding it? She's not sure. The only thing to do is see how things go. After taking a breath, she nods down at her chest. ]
I'm ready whenever you are.
[ Bright side: no lifting necessary this time! Thank God. ]
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When their legs touched, his initial bodily reaction is to twitch and move awat, but then quickly presses back, not wanting to give her the idea that he dislikes it. With friends, even the ones he quickly befriended, he typically doesn't mind physical closeness, it can be nice, but it's something he's not entirely used to yet. And
.. there's nothing wrong with wanting to be close with a friend.
Plus, he's going to press his head on her chest again-- he'll have to stay very close to her.
Will her heartbeat beat as fast and anxious as before? Or will he hear a different rhythm? Only one way to find out.
He dips down and rest the side of his head on her chest. Soft... Once again that thought comes to mind, but he soon re-focuses, eyes closing, listening to her heartbeat. His hand keeps holding onto hers, squeezing lightly.]
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Which she is. She's highly, highly anxious. He hasn't let go of her hand! His head is on her chest! But...he looks almost peaceful there. It calms her further to know he could be this comfortable around her already, especially in contrast to how he was when they first met.
There must be something softer there under all that hard metal. She wants to discover more of what lies below. ]
Everything okay?
[ She asks it softly. With his ear pressed in that closely, she's hoping that's enough not to overwhelm his heightened hearing. ]
If you need me to move or anything...
[ Her voice trails off. There's a sudden urge to touch his hair. It might make this better for him. For her, too, since that's what she always pictured happening in a moment like this. But that level of intimacy is...
Instead, she squeezes his hand back to curb the temptation. It's enough. It'll have to be. ]
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He's not any close to feeling sleepy, but... he feels like he could sleep like this, on Monika while as his avatar. Is... that weird? He couldn't remember if he ever rested on someone else's chest before. His smaller friends definitely had, and it had felt great before.
Ah, no... What is he even thinking? He just wanted to listen to her heartbeat, isn't he? The slow thump against his ear. It's loud but also comfortable. It's just... comfort. Comfort he didn't know he needed until now.
Ah, she asked a question, didn't she?]
No, this is fine... Everything is okay.
[He's so comfortable that he doesn't feel like moving. So comfortable that he wanted to be close to Monika. His mind would've hesitated, but not his body. Gingerly, his other arm wraps around her waist, fingers lightly brushing up against her spine. All the while he has a peaceful look on his face.]
So this is how a human's heart sound... [It's nice; he could listen to this and stay for a while. No, he wants to stay, and that's why he's absentmindedly nuzzling against her chest.]
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Just one simple little touch and...it feels good.
She swallows hard, almost afraid to look down again, but some unseen force pushes her head down and she does it anyway. The nuzzling is even more overwhelming. This was spiraling out of control so quickly, she's getting dizzy. This time, it is not the alcohol. ]
Y-You must really like it, huh?
[ There's a sad attempt at a giggle, but it barely makes it past her throat. This isn't a time where she can cope with humor. She clutches his hand tighter, struggling to keep herself grounded. The other sits limply at her side, torn between pushing at him or giving in to touching him more in return. ]
Maybe don't use me as the basis for what a human's supposed to sound like, though?
[ Yes, she still can't get over her hang-ups with that. ]
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"Don't use her as the basis?"
That gets his eyes to open and looks up at Monika, still resting on her chest, seemingly not wanting to let go of her. Perhaps he should, but he couldn't find the will to move away, especially when she's clutching his hand.]
What do you mean?
[Isn't she human? Or is there something he's missing.]
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[ At least it's a little easier to keep focus now. Every single touch of his was too, too good. She's going nuts trying to convince herself not to like it. He's not the Player. She can't.
Funny how she's now glad to use an uncomfortable topic as a distraction. Vaguely. There's hardly any room to focus with him still so damn close. ]
I mean, I wasn't human before, so...or was I? Am I one now? I don't know. [ Her chest tightens, and she feels an unfamiliar sensation she really doesn't like. ] I'm so confused.
[ Her voice cracks on the next words. ] I hate it.
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Reluctant as he is to leave the comfort, he forces himself to abandon Monika's chest, so he could properly meet her eyes. Though he still stay close enough for their hands to remain linked.]
I do not know what you thought of yourself before, but.... I can say for certain that you are. Right now, you are human. Alive and human.
[Gently, his hand rests on Monika's chest.]
This right here... is proof of that.
[Not just her beating heart, but also the emotions he felt from her. Otherwise? If he couldn't feel any emotions from her, then she's no different or better than a simple AI or drone. If she was one, he wouldn't be staying here with Monika.]
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Her heart pounds under his hand, and she forces herself to stare back into his eyes. After a while, it's not too difficult. This close up, they're mesmerizing. They've got her on a hook, slowly dragging her in. Any arguments she had fade away into them. ]
Thank you...
[ She reaches up and places her hand on his, squeezing it over her chest. With every heartbeat, their connection grows, and the tightness she felt is replaced with yearning. Want. Because someone's validated her. Someone understands her.
Her other hand's unconsciously slid up to his cheek. It takes her an age and a half to realize her gaze had drifted down to his mouth. She bites her lower lip, finding herself fighting another wild urge. It's feeling like a losing battle.
The battle of holding in her words ends much faster. They clumsily tumble out. ]
Have you ever kissed someone?
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Her chest on his hand feels soft, though. As it's being squeezed down over her chest, he unconsciously gropes her. Nothing more than a gentle grope, but a part of him finds her... wanting? That's a... new feeling. It must be... No, he doesn't believe it's the alcohol anymore.
His gaze remains unbroken, even after Monika already shifted hers, until her other hand is on his cheek. His eyes shift down to it, then back to Monika to see her eyes looking elsewhere. Tempted to ask, but he couldn't word his own question before Monika did, and her question comes out at the same time he realizes where her eyes focused on. At the question, his lips part to answer... Has he?]
I... [A beat] It has been a long time since I have. I've forgotten how it feel...
[So does a number of things that relate to the physical. Intimacy. Pleasure. The questions. Where her eyes are gazing at. He may be socially awkward, but he isn't stupid. He knows where this is going.
He's still not sure if the alcohol is affecting his brave decision, or if spurred by Monika's own emotions. Regardless of which, he leans forward. Slowly. Gradually. He's getting close to her face... But he stops. He doesn't complete it, but his lips are close to hers- just a few inches away -if Monika leans in.]
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She pushes his hand in harder, shifting it completely over her breast. There are more of those pleasurable tingles, and that new sensation returns, stronger. He'll probably sense all of her muddled feelings melding into a deeper want, a hungry desire, something that scares and excites her simultaneously.
He's closer. Closer. Too close. A breath apart, just like the quick, quivery breaths he can easily feel hitting his lips. Just one little push, and they could be as one. ]
Let me help you rememb...
[ The sentence goes unfinished, ended by her lips meeting his. He could remember. She could discover. So many questions could be answered. ]
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The warm quivery breath hitting his lips starts the process of recollection. She's nervous. He's nervous, too. It's been a long time- possibly millions of years ago that everything they might do tonight would be considered his first time.
But he's able to hide his own quiver better, tightening his hold on her hand as neurocircuits start to flare up. The nervousness is short-lived the moment Monika presses her lips onto his. Soundwave squeezes both her breast and hand, but then relaxes them, pressing back.
With a soft, shaky exhale through his nose, he closes his eyes, slowly remembering, cherishing it.
For now, he keeps the kiss chaste. He doesn't hunger for it- right now, he wouldn't, as there's an opportunity for that. The night is long. Instead, he wants to take things slow and seeks to not overwhelm what is likely Monika's first time.
He doesn't know a whole lot about the human body, even with a convenient human avatar to learn from. He would have to ask Monika when the opportunity arises, if she desired more. He does know one thing- something he just learned moments ago. Judging from her reaction shortly before the kiss, her breasts seem like a point of pleasure, coping a feel of her full breast. Then, very carefully and gently, he fondles her breast with his hand, occasionally giving her a squeeze.]
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Every movement of their lips, every touch of his, it licks against her skin like hot fire. She wants to wince away from the pain, but also craves every burn. Worse yet, what she feels only continues to intensify instead of lulling, as if someone's tossing fuel into what'll soon be a raging inferno. It makes her clutch his cheek harder, whimpering against his lips.
He won't have to ask, at this rate. She already knows she wants more.
And more he gives when his hand encapsulates her breast and squeezes. She trembles harder, pressing up into his grasp, her hardened nipple poking out through all the layers of fabric. That definitely feels good, more than she expected it would, even with clothing in the way. How much deeper into madness would he drive her if it wasn't in the way? Would that alone make her crumble?
Monika turns her head away, breaking the kiss. Nothing's wrong, she just needs to catch her breath. An impossible task. Especially as the hand she had on his cheek trails lower and lower, her head swimming with how bold she's being. ]
Can I...touch you, too? Do you like being touched?
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His chest tightens the longer the kiss goes on, yet he can't find the will to remove himself, either. It feels too good. This feeling his body has long since forgotten.
Both the physical and emotional make him crave her lips more. To stay for however long with their lips pressing against one another. Except the kiss ends short (to him) when Monika suddenly turns her head away. Soundwave pulls himself up and looks down at her, eyes slightly widened in surprise. Thankfully, the surprise is short-lived when he sees Monika simply catching her breath. ... Of course. Humans needed air to survive, don't they? He's forgotten such a basic fact about them. For a second, he thought that he's done something wrong.
With a sigh of relieved, Soundwave leans down to her neck instead to press a series of kisses to her there.
Does he like being touched? Outside of this context, he answer would've been a no. But even then, that would answer be a lie. He does yearn for touch... when it comes from someone special. And a friend is who he'd consider special.]
I do. I want to remember. [He speaks in a hushed tone, blowing warm air onto her neck.] I want to learn more.
[About Monika. About her body. About pleasing her. Soundwave lets go of the hand he's been holding. Only for a brief moment, before he comes back to intertwine their fingers together, clutching hard. For his other hand on her breasts, he brushes his thumb over the nub poking the fabric, curiously.
Her hand moving down the contour of his body gives him goosebumps, body visibly shivering when she reaches down to his breast. His own nipples start to erect under the bodysuit- an utterly new feeling -the material not doing much to dull the warm, flush skin of his avatar's body.
Speaking of the avatar's body, there's something he needed to ask before going further. It's embarrassing to even ask, face as red as it can be, because he wasn't expecting to get physical tonight.]
Monika, I... am aware that humans have different genitals. [He never really cared about what his avatar's gender is. Still doesn't, but he gets the feeling there's some sort of expectations down there according to a human's gender.] I am currently using the form of a human female. However, I can... have either one. Or both. Ours... should be somewhat familiar with human males, I think.
[A small hint to what his avatar's defaulted to. It's such a strange thing to bring up, but he doesn't want to surprise Monika.]
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She takes another one of those breaks to deal with her human functions very much malfunctioning. ]
Good. [ Breathe in. Breathe out. ] Because I--I want to.
[ She shouldn't. He's a friend. But...she wants to. What she wants always trumps what's right.
After reacting to his curious touch, anyway. Her head tilts back as she bites her lip, thighs pressing together when a throb rocks her. She grips his hand back just as hard, and it dizzies her more, how soft that is, holding hands while doing this. How romantic...
He's speaking again. Her head comes forward, eyes hazy. She does better with listening this time, her eyebrows going up slightly behind her bangs. And unfortunately, she giggles in surprise. ]
Okay?
[ Oh, jeez. That probably makes her seem insensitive! She quickly sobers up enough to explain herself better. ]
S-Sorry! I just mean...I don't care. That's never mattered to me. Even if you couldn't change it? That's fine. All that matters to me... [ Her hand slides to the center of his chest, where a heart like hers would be. ] ...is what's in here.
[ She turns her head to kiss his cheek, giving his hand a squeeze. ] Whoever you are as a human, as a Cybertronian...it's beautiful to me.
[ Another bold move. Temporarily forgetting her own pleasure, she draws her fingers down his abdomen, hesitating for a moment, then they dip lower, slotting between his legs. While there are shrieks of fear in her head, she presses on, rubbing experimentally. He's reacted how she would expect a human to so far. Would he do the same with this? ]
Just be you. For me.
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That isn't at all an answer he was expecting. Thankfully, Monika explained herself, otherwise he would've felt silly. Once again, it seems he's overthinking stuff.
There's so many differences between a human and a Cybertronian, yet they are some similarities too, as they continue to explore each other's body. The crotch is a good idea for where the erogenous zone as a start. And as Monika may find, he does indeed react the same way as a human would. Perhaps more sensitive than a human.
Her bold move earns a quiet "ah!" escaping his lips, hips jerking and thighs pressing together before he relaxes and spreads his legs to allow her hand rubbing his sex. It causes him to cease his own work on her, temporarily mind. This is all new; recollecting the feeling, trying to get used to the avatar's sensitivity and the hand rubbing between his legs. Once he does, he starts to roll his hips along.
Eventually, an erection starts to rise under the body suit, poking against the material uncomfortably. Soundwave pulls himself away so their eyes can meet again.]
I... I can do that.
[Frankly, he's touched by her words earlier. Whatever worries and doubts that has been plaguing his addled mind is gone now, thanks to Monika reaffirmation. He's still mindful of his friend's comfort, but this allows him to take a bold approach as well.
He's been squeezing and fondling her breast for a while now. He wonders just how she feels without the fabric being in the way.
Tentatively abandoning her soft breast, his hand moves to unbutton her blouse. Not fully, just a few buttons from the top so he can slip a hand under to cop a feel.]
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That thought needs to go away for now. Her mind will keep stumbling over it if she doesn't push it away. Soundwave is someone special. That's enough.
With that problem solved, she can focus on what's important--just him, reacting to her. She can't tell he's more sensitive, since she has absolutely zero baseline to go off. She has a similar moment to his earlier one, however, where her hand jerks and she inwardly frets, wondering if she'd done something wrong when he reacts so strongly to her initial touch. Worry quickly shifts to intrigue when she finds she didn't mess up. He must like it, and--oh. That's. Her cheeks light up as he hardens against her hand. What else did you expect, dummy? comes her sardonic thought, but she shoves it aside into the "forget about until later" pile.
Their eyes meet. She wonders what she'd need to do to feel him without the suit in the way. Her fingers press around his length, but-- ]
Wait, I--
[ Too late. Before she can contemplate anything further, it's his turn to be bold. Her hands snap to the couch to dig her fingers into the plush cushions, and her chest heaves as he plucks each button open. Almost, almost, and... ]
A-Ah...!
[ A sharp breath hisses in through her teeth after her loud cry. Talk about sensitive. All she can focus on is his hand reigniting the flames even higher than before. Without thought, she claps a hand between her legs, pressing through her skirt, as if that'll help contain how intense things have gotten down there. She's learning. Her body is responding more than ever, and now she knows exactly where it's happening.
These clothes needed to go. Already, she's not sure how much longer she can take them being in the way. ]
Can we, ah. Can we g-get, um, undressed?
[ Nice. She didn't manage to completely make a fool of herself when stammering that out. ]
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Then, the softness in his hand, under her bra. He exhales a breath he didn't know he's been holding in until now. Worry initially rises up at her cry, but he immediately quiets that down when he can tell she's just as excited and intense inside.
At her request, Soundwave breaks his attention away from her cleavage and looks back up at her in the eyes, before giving her a nod.]
Ah... Yes.
[The bodysuit was getting uncomfortably hot.
Hesitant as he is to do so, he needs to let go so they both can undress, and so he slips his hand out but not before giving her another teasing squeeze. Soundwave has a faster way of undressing- his clothes dematerializes in pixels, much like his visor disappear earlier. Now there's nothing to hide; no mask to cover his face (not that he's been wearing it since entering room), no ridiculously huge hoodie jacket. The avatar's body is curvaceous, perky breasts, and a half-erected penis.
He's really tempted to bring his hand down to hide the embarrassing bits. Except, he'd look silly doing so, which is why he's not hiding anything.
Soundwave folds his arms together and shifts his red gaze away from her, cheeks flushing red, fingers squeezing his own arms to hide how much he's shaking. Excitement? Nervousness? Both... These aren't feelings he typically felt before. He's not even sure why he's embarrassed too, as this naked body isn't technically his. But he eventually glances at Monika, bashfully, waiting for her to get undressed herself.]
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Ah. Too late. As she recovers from the last touch of his hand, she's thrown into yet another whirlwind of overwhelming emotions and sensations when he's suddenly naked. There's no stopping it--she openly stares, and stares, and stares. What a feast for the eyes, one she wants to keep gorging herself on, but...she needs to get on with it. ]
Ahaha, wow. [ She pulls her hand from between her legs, reaching out for a touch, but she shyly retracts it before making contact. ] I never thought I'd miss being able to change clothes like that...
[ Which means having to do it the manual way is going to make this harder. She licks her dry lips, struggling for something to seize as a distraction, to at least make things bearable.
...When in doubt, be a pain. She stands, peering back at him with a sneaky little smile, though it's weakened by her obvious nervousness. ]
You're not doing a great job of convincing me you're not adorable and sweet, you know. Look at you, so shy...
[ She's one to talk. Halfway through removing her blouse, she turns away, forcing him to stare at her back while she pulls it off and lets it fall. Hopefully he won't call her out on that after her teasing. And, really, she can say it was to build the anticipation! It's totally a striptease!
With shaking hands, next is her skirt, floating down her hips and piling on the floor around her feet. Just two more bits. She takes a breath, reaching behind her back to unhook her lacy bra. One strap down her arm, then another, and that joins her other clothes. Just one more...
Her hands are shaking harder when they pull at the top of the dainty, equally-lacy wisp of fabric that's meant to be underwear (thanks a lot, staff, really subtle with what you were doing there). She doesn't mean to be seductive with it, but it takes her quite some time to bend over and slide them down her legs. With it being the last piece, and the one that's going to expose her more than ever, the nervousness attacked ruthlessly.
And look, even funnier--she's got one arm pressed over her chest, thighs clenching together tightly while her other hand's trapped between them. She's barely able to meet his eyes as she turns herself back to face him, her pace achingly slow. Once again, what a damn hypocrite.
Which, speaking of...more jokes! ]
I have no idea why you're like this. Weren't you basically naked in the parking garage? This is...no different...
[ Projection much? ]
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