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TDM 009
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches
Weight: 5 oz
Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!)
Eye color: black
Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick
• emotional guide
• damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking
• mating dances
• hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing
• flying fast
• speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS
• ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
• ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS
• JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
• JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
PREMIERE
YOUR BIG DEBUT
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
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▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, 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 regardless!
▶ 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.
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. 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 prioritized and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, 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 regardless!
▶ 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.
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She leans in, up and she kisses Cellinia. It's slow and easy and perhaps lacks some of the fire they really want, but it's not for them. It's not for the character. It's for her and the woman settled into her lap. A bid to keep them both sane, a bid to express just what she thinks of her in the here and now. It lingers and then deepens a little, bit by bit.
If they want to yell cut, if they want to move them to another scene, they can do that. But Red is snatching this moment and holding on to it for as long as she can. Her grip tightens, her arms wind around Cellinia and she cradles her close.
The rest of the world isn't there for a few heartbeats. But she's going to have to come back to reality eventually. ]
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or came close to it, like now. mid-kiss, reminding themselves that they ought to keep playing their characters. unfortunately, that's not happening in the lingering kiss and how it deepens slowly. the director is heard saying something "cut", but she hardly pays it any attention for the moment. let her have this, let them have this even if she feels that compulsion to keep going in how her suit mark burns from different whims than usual.
she relaxes, straddling the other woman who holds her tightly against her body. the heat of it firm, reminding cellinia that this is very real. that they're not in some dream, despite that wish for it to be under better circumstances for them to have met again. a kiss is a kiss, but so is anything else it might bring. they did seem keen on a break.
even if it takes her a minute to part from the kiss, a reminder to herself that she didn't want them to watch the two of them. though it was reluctant on her part, she must have struggled with that more than cellinia would like to admit.)
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She breathes out and then finally, finally breaks away, cradling her close for a few moments longer as the scene starts to break apart. As there's things they need to do, elements to change. More filming to get to. It's irritating and she'd like to tell them to fuck off, but...
Well.
She can't, can she? Red closes her eyes and gently bumps her forehead into Cellinia's. ]
Guess we better get a move on.
[ Although she imagines the next scene is likely to be much more of a "performance" than this one. ]
Good to see you again, though.
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recording was fine, but not genuinely publishing it for the others to see. she doesn't think about it, though. not for now. what she does is think instead about something else. wouldn't it do them both some good to sneak back to her trailer instead? her spade mark seems to be in agreement on that point.
which was odd, even while they're forehead to forehead. it rarely does this with being receptive to something that wasn't vicious mockery and insulting her for what things she does do. it's not a feeling she likes from that, but she won't be saying a word else. not about how odd she's felt ever since the previous month. not even about how she wonders what she could even say to her. too many things, all of it isn't that easy to sort out from how precarious things are in this wonderful (no, it isn't) resort they're within.
so maybe, she thinks that they ought to be a little more defiant.)
You know, they did say that we're on break.
(who said they had to play along entirely?)
Depending on if you want to stay or if you want to go back before they start pushing us along.
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She doesn't quite know what to do about that. Or even if she should.
Cellinia's words rouse her a little and she laughs. ]
...they did say that, huh?
[ She tilts her head and brushes her nose against Cellinia's. ]
I kinda want to make myself scarce for a bit. And see you again. [ Without all of the camera crew following them around. ]
I was gone, apparently. [ She doesn't say exactly what that means or what she thinks, but she's worried about Cellinia. ]
Want to get out of here for a bit? Think we've got a trailer.
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but she's trying not to think about it, she's failing miserably.
their noses brush, the wolf thinks about it and might know what she means. lappland was gone, she could only guess what happened and what it means. becoming a statue, being frozen somewhere and never found until some poor soul stumbles upon them. she's silent, but the question was what gets her attention. the thoughts shift when the wolf knows with some reluctance they'd have to part. that's fine, isn't it?
because their intentions might be less than innocent, alone, in that trailer with just them and nothing else.)
We can, I think we'll be alone.
(the paparazzi happen to be afraid to mess with her, beyond what they try doing to others. but she doesn't need to mention it, she doubts they're around. they shouldn't be when the wolf shifts to stand and help up red. being alone is better, before her mind starts to wander more. they're already bound to get dragged along to whatever set they wanted them at if they stayed around for too long.
better to hurry, even small privacy somewhere like an elevator was better than being on camera for what could happen. or what might not happen, she felt hurt by her departure perhaps, but she didn't want to think about what it means. not what it could have meant whenever lines were blurred enough ever since that day in march where cellinia found herself fighting the other woman. where they touched one another, where they decided against talking about how things felt so different. the resort is a terrible place for these feelings, but something about it couldn't be helped.)
We'll hurry up and get out of here, the elevator should still have some privacy until we get to our trailer. Should still be working, too.
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[ That's all she can think to say at first. And then she has to get to her feet and she's one step behind Cellinia, hurrying before they can be called back, before someone says "one more scene-" because at least for right now she wants to get as much time as she can to actually see her. To talk to her. It doesn't feel like all that long, not to her, but she's got the strange sense of being adrift in time. Like she's closed her eyes and opened them and everything changed.
And it has, in a way. Like she's been in a coma or unconscious in a hospital. She doesn't want to think too hard about what the alternative is, though. Not here. So she breathes deep and just follows, watching the tail and those ears. As they reach the elevator bank, she reaches out to slap the button, glancing over her shoulder as if she's afraid she might see some production assistant coming after them with intent. ]
...sorry I was gone. [ It's a low murmur, as if they might still be overheard. ]
Didn't mean for that to happen. [ The elevator 'dings' and she steps into it without a second thought, hoping to shut them both off from the rest of the world. ]
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or more than that, the elevator seems small. this time. small enough that they have space, but not enough for them to be far apart. she's heard about them changing at random and even has once experienced the ghosts within it over halloween. but it's a mystery on what could happen if those damnable things decide to play with them for something so simple as an escape that she welcomes. she can only hope that they aren't dragged back any time soon for another scene. it already looks like they're safe from someone catching them leaving when her pierced ear flicks at the low murmured apology.
the apology she catches before the doors shut, enclosing them in a bubble away from the world where it's only them for now. until they reach their destination, anyway. what she does is, she glances at the other woman. a thoughtful pause when she presses the button to bring them back to their trailer for better privacy.)
....you didn't expect it, I didn't. (she didn't have anything to apologize for, over something both sides hadn't thought would happen.) The only thing that matters is you're fine, even if we hate this place.
(it only goes to show that the house can be keen on dragging people back when it pleases, no matter how they feel or what they're doing. which causes cellinia to hope that if this happens again, that she never comes across her statue for their sake. she might not be okay after that, who knows. what she does know is....they're alone, but she doesn't push for anything in this elevator out of respect. courtesy, even if their kiss earlier suggested that they both were left wanting.)
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Yeah. I guess that's true.
[ She frowns. ]
...are you OK?
[ That's always the question, isn't it? But are any of them, ever, when they're stick here? She reaches a hand out, pauses, as if she's not sure she's allowed. ]
I can't say I missed you since I didn't even realize I was missing anything. But... it's still good to see you.
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what did it matter, haven't they seen each other nude? didn't they behave like a pair of wild animals in that stupid dome? she wants to say something, but she pauses until finally she comes nearer. moving over enough for their fingers to brush together, their arms to near touch, while cellinia half ignores the effect of the makeup from earlier that they put on her.)
I should be. (she will be. she's not the best at these things, not at expressing her true thoughts and feelings. it'd be more of a surprise if cellinia could, but she doesn't say a word about it. not about what she couldn't remember from when she went down into maintenance. about how she at the time left a note and quietly departed with the intention of avoiding being dragged back for something as stupid as going alone.) It's....good to see you again.
(amber eyes look up at her face, the elevator is taking its time to bring them to their destination like something decided to work in their favor. for once. it's doubtful that this will happen to them often, knowing how the house tends to pick the worst times to kick up a storm or cause some manner of disturbances for those that found themselves trapped within the hellhole.) ....should we get out of these when we get inside the trailer? (is it a proposition, an offer to let red undress her? that's also hard to say, since she's not the least bit good at dirty talk and such things.)
It's a bit too tight on me.
(the leotard is, she means. it does little for the imagination in how much it sticks to her and brings out toned muscle and curves.)
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Yeah, same here. It's... it didn't feel like any time at all for me, but...
[ It's a feeling of almost being left behind. She needs to reassure herself that she's back. That she's grounded again. That the world won't slip away suddenly in the night all over again. She peers back at her, trying to work through her thoughts. Her eyes trace over that outfit - it's definitely tight. It shows off so much while also concealing everything. It leaves the viewer to imagine things and maybe that's why she feels her cheeks heat a little. ]
...we probably should. It'd be nice to get back into something normal. Get more comfortable.
[ Her hand lifts, settles. Fingers gently touching a shoulder. ]
Better for you - and for me. I feel like if I move the wrong way I'm going to flash everyone around me.
[ It's half a joke. ]
We can help one another. [ Her tongue feels too think. Is she flirting? Just talking? Propositioning in return? Hard for her to really say. She thinks she knows, but she's not sure she wants to say it out loud. Not into the stifling closeness of the elevator. The little room hums. The numbers tick down. ]
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it would be nice to get changed, would be nicer if they intend to make use of the privacy they're getting to do as they please. some might say that it's better use of it among the long term guests, about the idea that they have their own "fun" while pushing that narrative that they both despise. about it needing to be sex and hedonism. but they're not above it in some ways, which she hates to admit to herself when she catches the way red blushes.)
We'll have to check around.
(cellinia is close, the tension is killing her in a sense. that brush of bare fingers against her shoulder, too. they're alone. she reminds herself, they're alone. they don't have to hold back if they choose to give in to this tension while they're trying to pretend that the elevator going by slowly isn't a torture in itself. isn't this how some of those cheesy movie plots goes? the couple is in the elevator then they can't take it any longer? all while finding themselves undressed partially in some corner of it and in their own bubble.
which isn't helping her thoughts, her spade mark unsurprisingly is burning in its own brand of mock encouragement. or that's how she perceived it, the mockery it's given her had felt like a twisted variation of it enough. but she keeps staring, she keeps thinking while looking over the bikini armor that they had given red. cellinia might have even called it attractive on her in an unfortunate way. for both of them.)
Hate to say it, but you actually do pull it off. Not so much the flashing part.
(she rather not imagine that, even if it's also not helping to stifle the tension in the air. who will make the first move? who might even reach out with less than innocent intentions? they're already teetering, cellinia even knows that. it's risky because who's to say that outside the elevator could be empty? or maybe she might not care as much as she tells herself about it. about if people could see them after that, fixing costume and armor while playing pretend they didn't just make the most of some part of their time.)
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[ Red responds, although in a way she's just saying what she thinks should fit into the conversation. There's not a lot of conviction behind it, because she too feels the tension, the closed in space. There's a touch of yearning in her; wanting touch and closeness and to find comfort in someone she trusts, even if the hotel gets a little bit of what it wants in the process. She can blame her suit (partially) for that, but there's also just her own little sense of neediness. The attraction and muddled feelings that they've been holding for one another for a while now. Sharpened by having been gone and now snapped back into this reality.
It's such a weird mix that she doesn't quite know how to handle it.
Red laughs. ]
Well, I'll take that, coming from you.
[ A pause, another moment where the silence thickens. Red's eyes trace Cellinia's features and then she sways, leans in slightly, pauses as if she's second-guessing, and then finishes closing the distance with a little exhale that sounds too loud in the elevator. ]
Hey. [ It's all the warning she gives and then she kisses Cellinia. Slow, a little hungry. She missed her and she missed this, whatever "this" really is between them. ]
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emotions start to come out, you do have to be attracted to even get anywhere in this place from what texas knows. having sex without said attraction doesn't satisfy their suit marks. which also feeds into the idea that separating one's heart from reality doesn't work the way some might wish. they're all subjected to human needs and whims.
which is why she takes the laughter in stride, of course she would. she wasn't saying it to make empty remarks, she had her reasons for it as cellinia glances back at red. for the moment, that burn of her suit mark stops being something she notices. what she notices as the silence thickens and the tension seems to worsen is her slight lean in the wolf's direction.
she doesn't know what she's thinking, the warning had caught her off guard almost from her futile attempts at ignoring her own thoughts. what it gets them is the tension easing away, if only for now. the slow kiss is met with her own, some might call them pathetic for getting this way in a resort where sexual desires and hedonistic pleasure is to dictate how they leave, others might not even be surprised that somehow they'd behave differently.
it's only their own needs, because....she missed her too, is what cellinia knows. has realized, that she missed her among these confusing feelings she's had for months now.)
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She wants to be close, though.
So she kisses Cellinia and curls closer, an arm around her middle, letting her lips speak for her as she kisses her deeply, not wanting to pull away. Not wanting this moment to end, even if it's a stolen kiss in a cramped elevator, both of them wearing ridiculous costumes. This is hers, just for right now. Something she can claim ownership of, no matter what the hotel wants or tries to get her to do. It lingers and lingers and then it breaks for a sharp intake of breath. ]
...I don't want you to go anywhere. [ She admits that, low and rushed. ]
I don't know what we - what this is, but- [ She wants to kiss her again, but the words are there and she needs to speak them. ]
-but I want it.
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wouldn't it be easy if she didn't have these feelings, if she could carry on the way that some might have about the resort with their navigation of it? some people didn't let themselves get attached, because to them that defeated the point of escaping if there was a chance at it. but not allowing that would also wear down any poor bastard who hadn't seen home in ages.
so perhaps she thinks briefly, they might be pathetic in their eyes. stealing away moments like this, lingering gazes and kisses in an elevator of all places while wearing horrible costumes. she's against the railing and wall in what space they have, her arms find themselves around irene's neck. cellinia does think about it, about how her heart leaps to her throat. uncertain, not knowing. she doesn't know what to label this personally.
she doesn't know if she even should label it yet the message itself was clear to her by then in what mutual desire is shared. if she doesn't say now, she'd regret it. that burn of her suit mark was telling her as much, the mockery as usual making her wish it would stop providing its own input.)
....we don't have to label it.
(not yet, she isn't running away from that. she's only being truthful, labeling it too early would make it worse. too late would only make it impossible to say what it was that they truly felt. finding the place in the middle for it is....tricky. what could she say? if she's truthful, who knows what could happen. the burn of her spade mark, her racing mind, the brief hesitation, and then she decides to hell with holding back.)
Stay. (breathy, simple, but honest.)
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[ Red agrees, although it's not quite clear which statement she's agreeing with. They don't have to label it. She should stay. Maybe one or the other. Maybe both. Whatever the kiss, it's a low little breathless word. An agreement that hangs between them as she tries to gather her thoughts. It's difficult when she feels on edge; electric and tense in the best possible way, drawn toward Cellinia like no one else she's ever known (save perhaps one and she isn't here). It's strange and maybe weird and difficult to describe, but she wants it.
Wants this.
Wants her.
So she frames her with her arms against the rail and the wall, trying to forget the stupid costumes and everything else. Rather than speak again, there's another kiss, building and intimate and hungry. She presses closer, her heart racing in her chest, the warmth of their bodies mingling. She wants more. She's greedy and for a moment there's a vague sense of guilt, but they both want this - whatever "this" is - and so she tries to forget that. She succeeds fairly well, honestly.
Nails drag down the side of the leotard and she finds her hip and nudges closer, fitting them together, as if she make them both fit perfectly. As if they're pieces of a larger whole and her heart feels as if it's going to burst.
The kiss breaks again. ]
We should... find that trailer. [ She mumbles. This elevator is taking a while. ]
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attraction, desire, and want.
there's a lust, but that wasn't the focus. what was the focus was the intimacy, her arms are around irene's neck and her body is pulled closer. they fit a little too perfect now, between the mingling heat and their bodies. the mingling of their scents, too. she doesn't say anything else, she doesn't think she needs to. it's a kiss, another kiss. she must sound so needy in how she sighs from relief into it. her fingertips trail along her back, along irene's spine. the ridiculous costumes are an afterthought for her in how cellinia ignores them.
she wants her too, she doesn't know if she can ever put it to words.
all that she knows is that she feels her own heart pounding out of her chest from their closeness while the elevator ticks on by. the kiss breaks, she glances in a daze at the counter with her legs settling around irene's hips in how they wrap themselves around her.)
....we should. (the elevator dings as the door begin to open, the trailer in question shouldn't be hard to find. not with how their names stick out. cellinia texas and irene red, though cellinia notes to herself that her last name must sound funny to anyone else in comparison.
but enough about that, she has something else on her mind. they needed to get out of there, they needed to. she wanted to. the wolf can't deny that while clinging to her as best she may like this in what space they have. better a bed than an elevator, even if cellinia can't also deny that she would have used what privacy they got for such acts.
another thing for another time, if they couldn't help themselves.)
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The trailer is right there. Not far away at all. She's up the steps in a moment and tugging the door open and inside a moment later. The stupid cape goes by the wayside and then - well. There's not much left to take off, is there. She stumbles to the bed and sprawls out, turning back to her. She's almost shy for a moment. ]
Hey. Join me?
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that's only how it went. it was only business, they called it. she says nothing on it while following into her into the trailer, the door closes and locks behind them before cellinia squeezes irene's hand back in turn. while she discards that obnoxious cape and extends her invitation, cellinia pauses, then tosses aside that cloak and those medieval micro shorts they forced on her. only that leotard remains when she climbs in bed beside her, a crawl forward then laying together with her. as much as it plays into what the resort is after, they're allowed this. to be selfish. this is theirs, this doesn't belong to a parasitic being that would sooner drain the lives of those involved.
by turning them into husks, shells of who they once were with the sickening prospect of them falling into hedonistic pleasures that the wolf despises. but she doesn't say that, she doesn't want to. she doesn't dare to think about it when cellinia glances at the other woman. she's searching, searching for what she wants to say. but maybe it's better if she didn't know what she wants to say, or really if she wanted to speak out anything more than taking this moment for what is. what it should be.)
....hi. (it almost sounds playful when she moves to straddle the other woman, leaving those pink dusted lips from the makeup that had been forced upon her. the aphrodisiacs in that had been something she ignored, she still is. though that changes little in how easy it might be to turn her on when they're alone together, at the right time and place. this was better. the better choice.
the better decision, too. it must be a sight, black and red hair curtaining around them. a pair of wolfish and amber eyes, almost seeming softer than they usually were. finding anything gentle like this in the resort would be tricky, but this might count as close enough for that.)
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Hi.
[ She echoes with a low laugh, her hands settling against her waist as she steadies Cellinia on top of her. She peers up at her, cheeks flushed red, her eyes dancing bright as she drinks her in. She doesn't need aphrodisiacs or encouragement here. Not now. This is her and her own thoughts and she's determined to keep it that way. She leans up to try and steal a kiss - something soft and intimate, slow and easy. She wants to just be with her. To listen to the beat of her heart and talk about nothing, to be tangled up and to not need to try and chase a high.
They can just be, can't they?
So she lets the kiss linger and a hand slides up her back to tug her down, folding her close so their heartbeats can mingle. ]
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selfishness is only a part of it, her hand rests against irene's chest when she comes up. the kiss is given easily, a soft sigh slips out from her lips as if in relief again from something as simple as a kiss. they didn't need to make this more complicated. nothing more than a desire for the little things, maybe she wants to wake up in bed with her for now on. maybe she even wants to do something as simple as kiss her awake while shaking off being tired and groggy during the mornings, maybe even something as simple as touching her awake with a hand slipping downwards if permitted to do such a thing during more amorous mornings. she'd even have allowed the same.
something close to domesticity, even if it wouldn't truly be the same between the suit marks and their surroundings. she doesn't move away, she doesn't even seem to mind it when cellinia gets pulled down against irene. their heartbeats mingle, it puts her more at ease. the longer they kiss, the more it feels realer.
she's back, here.
this isn't anything close to a home, but it's easier to say that home is in another person. that it feels empty without her presence in a way that caused her to think throughout the month without seeing irene. she couldn't help it. a part of her was more relieved she didn't find her statue during that unfortunate passage of time. that everything hadn't been worse from cellinia seeing that sight. if only because the wolf knew not what she might do. she might have even been feeling far worse during their reunion, the emotions might have caused her to desire to break character.
but who can blame her? she doesn't get feelings like these unless it's someone special.)
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There's a flicker of guilt at the back of her mind about home, about Luce, about what she can't have. There's nothing to be done, though. Right?
The kiss finally breaks and she noses against Cellinia with another warm exhale. ]
...can we just stay like this for a little bit?
[ She knows she's virtually naked, that her hormones are kicking into overdrive already - but just cuddling might be enough. At least for a little while. ]
Please?
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a bit of calmness before they fall into something of a pattern, of touch and intimacy. she hasn't asked about luce, nor did she know about her. all that the wolf does know is that she likes her, she likes this warmth and how it's soothing. anything more (like removing the bikini armor and her leotard) can wait a little bit longer. that's even why the wolf seems content with this until their hormones worsen.)
....yeah, we can.
(if she wants to touch her more, irene could at her own pace. it's going to be evident that she's burning up for this woman regardless. not just in how her heart is pounding against her chest, but from how she seems right at home burying into the warmth that's been offered to her. this is fine. fine in how the wolf shifts a little more to look at her properly, her hair falls around them again like this when she slowly reaches to cup one of her cheeks.
tentative, like she was almost afraid she might disappear on her again. she can't be blamed for that being a bit frightening, can she? once was enough to give her a heart attack in how relieving it had been to see her return. something that cellinia would keep to herself, though it's also obvious that her want for irene to stay was her speaking honestly.
she didn't want her to go, not again if it can be helped. she didn't want to lose her.)
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[ It's a little murmur, punctuated by a short laugh. She probably didn't need to ask that but she wanted to ehar the answer. It makes her smile - it makes her heart jump and leap and fills her with a sense of elation, even as she leans into the touch against her cheek. She savors it, eyes searching Cellinia's expression. She didn't "miss" her - she didn't realize she was gone, after all - but she's still glad to see her. Still happy that after that strange gap of time and memory that she's still here.
Whatever else happens, she'll have this, for as long as it lasts. She intends to hold onto it. To grip it as tight as she dares. Her hand trails idly down her back, fingers splaying against the base of her spine, nestling her a little closer. She's had sex since she arrived, of course. This is the first time she thinks she's felt a deeper sense of intimacy beyond the physical. No matter what else they do, even if they never get the rest of these stupid costumes off, she's sure this will be the most intimate she's been. It's that kind of sensation. That sort of feeling.
After a long pause she presses another little kiss to her lips and suppresses a laugh. Then another kiss and the hand wanders a little, cupping the curve of her rump to nestle them closer. Nothing too obscene. Yet. ]
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