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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.
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▶ 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!
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▶ 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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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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the same way that she wouldn't have disagreed with irene taking that leotard off her, the thin fabric causes her to feel everything just about. though it's not as good as being bare and skin to skin. her hands are slow, slow about their idle movements. one trails along what skin that irene has exposed, the other maintains its tender strokes when she gets nestled in closer. their bodies are pressed tight together almost while the wolf quietly thinks to herself that she's more relieved that they're taking a slower approach.
she isn't the best at slow, tender, and gentle. that's what she often had told others, mind you. that she struggles with that more in comparison to heated moments of impatient desires and greedy needs. but that's what makes this so different, that she tries. she tries to be slower, she takes the intimacy as a gift that they both deserve for what struggles they may often deal with. have dealt with, even, while not members of this cursed resort. but she's at ease, at ease when they kiss again. at ease when she feels irene's hand along her rear. unsurprisingly, she has a nice rear to her to go with that body of hers.
a good body, real nice. never mind the scars, those were only parts of her both literal and figurative that would never fade. but that's not being offered yet, not in how she's pressed down nice and tight against irene with that nudge. maybe not even in how she kisses her again, her own hands reaching slowly for the clasp of that bikini top. they wait, almost like she's asking for permission silently in how she looks at the other woman. to cellinia, she can set the pace and everything.
it didn't matter who leads, all that mattered was it's only them.)
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Red isn't exactly shy in the moment, but she's a little bashful. No reason to be, but even so the feeling is there. She half sits up, cradling Cellinia in her lap with a low laugh. ]
Hope you appreciate me.
[ Her fingers pluck idly at the leotard, searching for the zipper, if there is one. Seems fair they get on equal footing, right? ]
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what this is instead, if it has to be labeled, is something far more intimate. while irene's hands moving along the exposed skin from the back of this leotard to find a zipper, cellinia eventually pulls back enough to help instead. the straps of it taken from her shoulders, then pulled downward after getting the thin fabric over her head. it's slow, the descent of it, the exposing of her bare breasts as the leotard pools around her stomach.
maybe she feels shy, too, in how cellinia can't help but be flushed slightly and look away. this isn't different, hadn't she shown this woman cradling her this body of hers more than enough by now? she has, she knows she has. so why does it feel different, unlike what she had thought to herself?)
....I'll always appreciate you.
(more than she'd ever know, more than she could ever say. how hopeless, but this is only another step forward into spiraling down into a more figurative death by romance once the realization comes. love has its ways of doing that, when it gets there.)
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Yeah.
[ She replies in a low little murmur and that doesn't seem sufficient. ]
I know. I want to appreciate you just as much. Just as long.
[ There's a well of emotion, her throat suddenly tight. She's swept away by this moment - a moment in time where they're suspended together, locked away from the rest of the hotel, from everyone else. She hopes it's just them, anyway. She leans up, half sitting so she can nose her face into the valley between her breasts with a gentle little kiss. Appreciative, worshiping, wanting, affectionate. ]
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she knows it too well, that she wants her. that she appreciates her, that she wants to touch her in a way that wasn't her usual with maintaining distance from most. she wants to kiss along her skin, she wants to leave her marks and reminders of what they've done. mating bites weren't just a thing in that dome for a reason for wolves. she doesn't leave them for just anyone, even as she presses closer to embrace the moment for what it is.
it's only them. it only is, if irene wants to memorize her body then she won't be the one to stop her, she'd do it in kind. she'd watch every twitch, every sigh, what she likes and how she wants it. because that's always been cellinia, she denies it, but that's always been her with her actions irene showing it more.)
....touch me, as much as you want to. I'll do the same to you, as long as you'll have me.
(it came more natural to say it like that, more than it would have during some movie scene. she murmurs it, breathless and meaningful. she doesn't get shy like she did earlier, but she felt again that way. the words, the atmosphere, the shift while things lay forgotten. that burn of her spade mark had long since faded away to nothing while they're alone.
because it didn't matter, what mattered is in front of her.)
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[ She murmurs, her voice a murmur, a hum against her skin. There are fingers on her waist, her back, sliding the leotard lower, trying to work it toward her hips. Her mind works at a million miles an hour suddenly and she wants to be close, closer, to Cellinia, until there's no distance at all. She breathes again - gets her scent into her, dizzying and alluring - and then her head tilts and she drags her tongue slowly against the peak of a nipple in a first little taste. An exploration. One she repeats with the other breast and then again and then higher, trailing soft kisses up toward her collarbone and her throat.
She'll take her time with this because she can't imagine doing it any other way. She can't imagine having this opportunity and throwing it away with something clumsy or too fast. No; this is going to be slow, to build. A way for her to appreciate Cellinia. To worship. ]
You're beautiful.
[ The words are sighed out against the flutter of Cellinia's pulse point. A compliment combined with the scrape of teeth. ]
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bliss, anticipation and bliss in how cellinia can't help clinging close to irene from her slowness. the tender feeling of something they might never have had, who knows. because she would want that for her, for irene to have this in soft worship and desire. maybe that's why she tries, why she doesn't allow herself to be impatient when her ears perk up at the compliment. the sensation of teeth scraping against her pulse point. she'll feel it, feel the way her heart hammers, feel how she inhales sharply from hearing those words. beautiful. has she ever been called that before?
maybe once, maybe in a dream that was long since lost. she's been called all manner of things by one person, the biggest one she remembers had always been cara mia, darling, it means.)
....Irene.
(she breathes it out so beautifully, her name. a bit of neediness in response, something as simple as calling out her name and nothing more. no, she can pretend the way her cheeks flush slightly pink again were from their closeness. from the atmosphere, but it's obvious that wasn't why. because this was so earnest, so meaningful to hear it.) You're....handsome, you know that? (she tries, she means that too. has meant it even before when they playfully flirted after she was dealing with that stupid arrow thanks to cupid.)
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Handsome...
[ She looks up at her, hair slightly askew, teeth gleaming in the low light. ]
I'm glad you think so.
[ And then she leans up, kisses her again as her hands go back to work, trying to finish getting the leotard off. It's going to take a bit of doing, considering that Cellinia is in her lap, but she'll try. Even if it gets awkward. ]
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she's quiet, quiet when she kisses her again, quiet when she pushes her to lay back to help tug that leotard down the rest of the way. the fabric slides down, down her legs, and reveals she had nothing else on underneath it. completely bare, bare skin both blemished and unblemished when cellinia deepens this kiss. a distraction, from how her heart pounds. this longing was killing her, destroying her. wanting to tear her apart while she bends to it. she gives her this body, her body, every mark and every figurative wound in places that most would be more keen to stay away from it.
she doesn't want to surrender it to anyone else, between the kisses, the way she presses bare skin against irene. raw heat, desire, and arousal burns in her to the point she makes herself be patient. because she doesn't want to ruin it by rushing, not like how they've done before in that dome. not even in the other ways that it's happened while her hands, her fingertips, trail down along irene's body. along her ribs, her abs, she's mapping her skin out. for places that she wants to mark as they carry on in their own world away from the chaos outside.
away from the paparazzi, the sets, the costumes. they didn't matter, what matters more is in front of her. that's something she knows, that she can feel with heat simmering and burning, slowly building up into passion that she couldn't put a label on. but it felt like something more, something so strong that her heart aches at the thought they could be separated again by the resort's whims with people.
whatever it is, she pushes through it, to give her this attention and affection while eventually taking hold of one of irene's hands. to bring it to her heart, to hold it there silently. to let her know she's here, she's real.)
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Cellinia...
[ The name spills out and then she dips down to kiss at her belly. Her other hand joins the first, sliding over her other breast and cupping it in her hand as she leaves more kisses against her belly, the lower arch of her ribcage, her side, then higher, between her breasts again. It's slow and languid and worshipful all over again, as if she has to prove that she adores every part of her that she can see. Her arousal is there - steady and needy and wanting - but she doesn't want to rush; there's no need for a hurried, quick, fervent sort of thing here. Not when she can take her time. ]
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she shifts back for her, pulling irene along to let her be on top this time. her hair, the black and red strands, can be seen strewn about beneath her, beside her. like a halo almost in how beautiful she must look. this wolf can be a thing of beauty whenever it suits her. not just in the men's suits and clothing that she'd wear on occasion, but within dresses that she might rarely be seen within. her body is there, for irene to take as long as she wants with. to take her time memorizing every soft spot, every scar, and every inch of her that the other woman desires to.
even if she's quiet, she looks at her with desire in her eyes. those amber eyes that often are striking enough to frighten away most, but that's fine. she doesn't need to say anything else. her neediness in how she sighs for her should speak enough when irene's lips pause between the valley of her breasts. despite her desire to not label it, she wants to put to words everything. some day she might try to. that she likes her more than cellinia thought possible and she isn't sure what to do again if irene were to be gone like that once more in an instant.
that she might truly feel like she's dying without her. who knows, she might finally admit to herself that she feels something deeper. that she wants more than they should ever want in this hell that is called the golden peacock. love really is, if it is that, a frightening thing.)
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It's an act of worship.
It's slow.
More than anything she wants to hear Cellinia sigh, exhale, moan. She wants to know that she's caused that. She wants to know that she's pleasing her. There's nothing else - every part of her deserves to be adored and touched and she deserves whatever joy Red can give her. ]
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she thinks she wants more of it.
the sound she makes, the soft gasp when irene takes a hardened nipple between her teeth is something leaning into being needy. neediness. another thing she didn't quite if ever allow herself to display, unlike now, where a hand trails along to thread itself into irene's hair. an attempt at holding on to her and keeping her near, the fear might not go away for some time and that's fine they could need a while to not think to themselves that they'd lose one another.
not to something like this, perhaps even to come to terms with what they want to say most before it happens again when her sighs start to turn to moans for her. the soft sounds of her voice, where not a soul could see or hear them. they deserve this to be their first break of many from the outside. cellinia could give her all of it in this show of trust and something more, she'd do the same in her own worship when given that chance by not rushing blindly to touch her.)
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Reverence. Worship. She wants to give her so much. ]