jigokulogs | July 2022 IC Mingle

July 2022 IC Mingle

1. ITADAKIMASU!

After the harrowing incidents involving the curse last month, unity is the theme for welcoming the new influx of Lost Souls. The factions are still busy with cleanup efforts and making sure their personnel are in fighting shape. What’s more, most of the usual spots that would play host to the factions’ parties are either closed until they’re repaired, or in no state to be hosting parties that big.

Thus, an agreement has been reached. All of the factions will hold their mingles together and host a food truck/yatai festival in the blocks surrounding Theater Square, in the Sutoku Alliance’s territory. This gets money into the hands of the local vendors, and allows the community to spend time together in relative peace. It’s still Jigokucho, there are punks prowling to start fights and steal wallets, like they always are, but it’s a breath of fresh air after everything that’s been happening lately. Just keep your wits about you and enjoy the food. Takoyaki is one of the most popular items and competition between the carts motivates chefs to make them flair and style!

Kushiten, yakitori, dango, croquettes, senbei, onigiri, yakisoba, taiyaki, you name it, it’s probably represented here in some form. There are even any number of your favorite treats from home, even if your home isn’t Earth. It might take a little poking around to find them, but isn’t that part of the delight of exploring a city’s food?

The falling Stardust has made its way into the food as well. You may notice that some vendors are grinding up the glowing stellar fragments and putting them into the food itself as a spice. Are… you supposed to eat that?! Oh well! When it’s time to party, you can’t go wrong with a little Stardust.

2. MUSIC GOT ME FEELIN SO FREE

In the center of Theater Square, surrounded on all sides by the many colorful food stalls, they’ve set up a stage for local artists to perform on. There are a great variety of acts who come and go to play a few songs. The music reaches all throughout the square and may be little more than background noise, until just the right tune catches your ear.

Jenny⁣ – This all-girls story of hidden love should be hitting all the ladies in the crowd a certain kind of way. Have you been admiring a friend or coworker and just never taken the plunge? Now’s the time for that kiss, the music is playing.
KONNANじゃないっ⁣⁣ – This sweet idol bop about striding bravely towards your best future fills you with inspiration and hope for the future. You may feel compelled to bring your hopes and dreams into every conversation. The future is bright!
Running Up That Hill⁣⁣ – As the singer performs some kind of interpretive dance, she sings about her frustrations with never truly being able to see from another person’s perspective. What would you do to show your true self? Maybe it’s time to iron out that ongoing misunderstanding you’ve been circling.
Love Warriors⁣⁣ – A simple act with a guitarist and singer, she sings a mellow piece about the true value of love. What a beautiful message. Your heart might begin to overflow with feelings of care and affection. Will you finally spill those all-important three words? I-love-you.
One More Time⁣⁣ – The last act of the evening is lively, colored lights flashing out across the square. They begin to play an impossibly catchy beat that no one can resist dancing too. Dance like no one is watching and enjoy the sweet catharsis of a good dance session. You’ll feel better for it tomorrow.

(Players are more than welcome to use their own song and effect. 💖)

3. BIRD BOMBS

At some point during the festivities, the Daitengu takes the stage. They’re in exceptionally high spirits. They give a shout-out to Toraguma and Tenkohime for helping to make this happen. As usual, The Enma is not present. However, the Daitengu forgoes any snide remarks, although they do seem a bit let down. Hope springs eternal, one supposes.

Next they would like to announce that they have even more reasons to celebrate: a truce has been declared between the Shuten and Tamamo clans. The war for the Underground is over (for now) and new construction has started on a new casino and adult entertainment complex in the once-contested territory. They hope that this will lead to an ongoing era of financial cooperation between the three factions.

They thank Sakamoto Ryouma for making all of this happen and give him a shoutout in the crowd. Word has spread all over the Alliance about their deeds, and what they managed to pull off; a blessing and a curse. It becomes obvious that not every tribe within the Sutoku Alliance was okay with putting the Alliance itself up as collateral to make this happen. The Kasasagi Tengu Tribe, in particular, has decided to let their protest be known by storming the party in a flood of aggressive magpies. They vulture the food, they pick at jewelry, they’re an absolute menace.

Good luck shooing them away. The vibes are counting on you to deal with these feathered buzzkills.

Welcome to the IC mingle!

If you have any questions about the mingle content, please ask them here!
If you have questions about the game itself, please check out the premise, FAQ, and rules pages.
For Rewards, given both the Stardust and Turf War prompts are involved in all three, threads in the Mingle log count for TWO (2) points!

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[ The car rolls into the parking lot smoothly and easily, coming to a stop upfront where the lobby is dimly illuminated with a dying shade of orange from an old, beaten up looking chandelier. They must have paid the fare several times over because the doors unlock with a deep sort of click. They don't need to fuss with the lobby, and after peeling themselves off from each other with great reluctantance on Aerith's part, it takes a few scarce moments to get across the lot. The taxi is gone in seconds, onto the next ride, and the sodium lights are beaming a terribly bright sort of light down from several corners of the parking lot. It's the sort of desolate place that looks like no one is really there or has been there in weeks, at least, but she leads Cloud up the stairs with familiarity. ]

They just fixed the lights. Pretty bright out here now.

[ The hallway to her apartment looks like a jungle now with the rows and rows of plants in pots and vases left out. Her neighbors are either shockingly patient or writing angry letters on the daily; more likely, they've gotten used to it.

There's a key, she remembers, pressed at the bottom of a potted fern by her door. Aerith bends to retrive it, pulling the pot away and picking up a gold key that slips into the lock easily. For a moment, she realizes what is actually happening and it strikes her that it is real and they aren't atopping. The ridiculousness of it, too, hits her: She's brought Cloud home for sex and is aware they both have no intention of stopping this time. She thinks about the elevator, the way it felt like precious time in limbo, separated from the here and now. This, though, feels like it could only ever happen here and now, and she still tastes candy like she had on the dancefloor.

She pushes the door open. It smells like a garden inside and a window is open but its the same crappy one room apartment they all have. Mercifully, she had left her futon out in anticipation of coming home tired. ]

Here we are. My humble little abode. Nice, huh?

[ The door locks behind him as Aerith twists the key, and this time, she waits for his move, biting her lip even as she smiles. ]

[ The candy-like taste is still in Cloud's mouth, too - an acute sensation that has everything feeling brighter and louder than it should. He follows Aerith's lead - a small note of comprehension in his voice as he notices all the plants that have ended up at Aerith's abode. The smell of a garden hits him, and there's a nostalgia to it - the sort of gentle smell that hit him the first time he met Aerith, coming to consciousness after a fall from a good three hundred meters up. ]

You've really made the place a home away from home. [ He means that, in his own silly, sincere way. The energy of the moment isn't lost on him - and the brief lull between the jokes and her walking him up to her apartment has only served to kindle that nervous energy anew. Had he expected given everything that him and Aerith were going to cross this threshold? Not really - but like a lot of things, it creeps up on you, until there's nothing but the moment in which it's happening - as real as anything. ]

[ The lock clicks, she turns and bites her lip in that way he's growing familiar with recognizing - she wants something from - no, she wants him. There's all of a sudden a much greater energy that seems to come from nowhere, a longing, as deep as the ocean. And when it's clear, after a moment, that she wants him to make the move - to commit to them both falling into something much more intense than a makeout and some dirty dancing... well. ]

[ He does what he feels is the most natural thing to do, crossing the distance and cupping a hand under Aerith's chin, letting their eyes lock as he pulls her in. ]

We can stop whenever you like. Just let me know.

[ Despite his standoffishness, ever the gentleman. If she's waiting for a kiss, she doesn't have to wait long - his lips are on hers, openly, both his arms around her waist. Somehow more intense and fevered as their kiss on the dance floor - here, they didn't have to hold anything back. ]

[ Later, she might piece together what's gotten to them both. A combination of magic on the dancefloor and hormones is one thing, but stardust— a powerful drug— is another. It might even get Aerith's panties in a bunch for a while. Later, she might wonder what this means for them going forward. The future looks unpredictable, but with everything they've done in just one night, that's to be expected. Right now, it feels like they're really, finally, writing their own future down.

When he takes her into his arms, she feels like something unlocks.

Their heated gaze ends momentarily, interrupted by a kiss. He's smooth, shockingly so, but not without a hint of dorkiness. Something about it feels a little practiced, almost too knightly, Aerith huffs a sweet little laugh against his lips and then pulls him closer. It's only a plot to get him shoved back against the wall, making sure his back collides while she pins him against it.

With one deep, lingering kiss, Aerith pulls away from Cloud. ]

I can do that.

[ This time, they go to her beat: She pulls him in again, kisses him like trying to find every part of him in that one kiss, and drowns in him. The lights are still off in her apartment, the half-broken air conditioner barely working against the heat. Her hand finds a fistful of his blond hair just to keep him there. She pulls him closer still, finds the clasp of his belly warmer, and fiddles with it to release it.

Now or never, really. ]

[ He may have tried to be a little smooth. For once. Aerith knows how to get the best kind of performance out of him. But in that performance is something altogether genuine - even despite the powerful effects the stardust might have had on both of them.

His back hits the wall, pinned against there by Aerith, and she devours him - as she's only too right to do. He feels his hair get grabbed, and he locks in place, that ghostly half-smile of his an illusion in the dark of the room.

Every kiss she plants on him then just seems to make the contrast — between the heat all over, but the feeling of ice in his belly — all the fiercer. His neck cranes, his back strains and arches against the flat of the wall. A muffled little cry is half-moaned into Aerith's mouth. A spreading heat from each kiss that threatens to take him over. It's almost too much, how quickly she gets him going like that. It's hard to think about anything else when she's reaching to pull at the clasps and fasteners that will, quite literally and figuratively, cause him to come undone.

Of course, Cloud has never been one to just take things, even when he's up against the literal wall. Aerith might find hands slipping down to the hem of her dress, sliding under it as she brings herself close enough for him to get handsy again, hiking it up slowly as he does.

There's something about all this - an unknown but still sweet familiarity that seems to tug at him from afar. Of course, he has things in the present to be worried about - like Aerith's imminent access to a certain spot between his legs, so it only comes to him in brief pulses. But the well of that affection is so deep. It consumes him in ways he doesn't have words for, doesn't even have thoughts for. A rushing river of longing and desire finally breaking to the surface.

He's caught up in all of it. Carried away by desires much stronger than he's ever had before. ]

Edited 2022-08-01 10:58 (UTC)

[ It would easier, maybe, if Aerith would just continue to drag him along with him until the very end of their encounter, but that wouldn't quite as fun, she deduces. It hits her hard and fast when she feels the rumble of his moan against her lips like a volcano erupting and giving into what mother nature always wants from it. Cloud plays his due diligence, shifting his hands along to back and then down. It sends a delightful little shiver up her spine that sticks roots down in her belly, warm and playful. She repays him in kind, and moves her hand down.

From over his shoulder to along his chest, she finds the soft fabric of his turtleneck and below it, almost could swear she feels the beating of his heart. Is it as fast as her's is? Aerith wonders for only a moment before she lets go of the belly warmer to grace his inner thigh with a mockingly thoughtful touch. The backs of her fingers sliding along, coaxing him further and further out of his shell, as if to goad him into being wrapped up into the moment with her. ]

Soo....

[ Awkwardly does she break the kiss, break the silence, and even the darkness of her apartment splits wide open as a car blazes along the street. It's lights catch along the white, old walls of the dingy one room apartment to spill brilliant white and illuminate along their frames, to halo them. The light brightens his face for her, lets her map out constellations of the Lifestream in his freckles. She reads him for life and love, not for death, and smiles in that way that he knows so well. She's thinking of all the ways to twist his arm and have fun doing it. ]

What do you want?

[ Still, she doesn't touch where he'd be sensitive most now. That's for later, she decides. ]

[ Poor Cloud. Even at the best of times, getting asked what he wanted was a question that would have had his uselessly tied up in his own thoughts. With Aerith's fingertips tracing along his inner thigh, causing him to shudder against the wall, its hard to even get his thoughts straight. ]

W...what do I want...?

[ His heart was beating so loud he was afraid Aerith could hear it - although, little of that blood was heading upward, given Aerith's teasing. His mako-infused eyes glinting in the dark, a little otherworldly. The light halos them and Aerith looks... ethereal. Real and yet not, like how everything felt. Her smile in the dark causing his stomach to tighten and for his muscles to tense. ]

[ The lingering taste of her on his lips, the smell of her mingling with the fresh flowers. Her fingers on his body. He can't help but groan his way through another series of rapid-fire sensations rewiring his brain. What does he want...? ]

Y...you. All of you. [ The answer is as obvious as it is selfish. The desires taking root in his heart, causing the heat to rapidly move through his body. Lighting a fire in him he's never felt that consumes him so completely. ]

[ The tips of his fingers dig into her skin as he talks, his voice strained from the pleasure, comfortably resting just past the small of her back, inviting those shivers he presses his hand against her and digs in, gently. If he was feeling more bold, more daring, well, maybe that too was an effect of everything that had already happened tonight. ]

Give me all of it... [ It's a throaty whisper. ] I can handle it. Everything you need to get out...

[ His hands drag down her skin, his breath hitching. ]

Give it to me.

[ It would be easier, she thinks, for her to deny him. Not for the reasons that would be fun, in truth, but because as his angular face is lit and shadowed by the halo of light that falls from the too-bright headlights of someone's car before it peels across Hell, she recognizes that this is a reality of Cloud that she hasn't seen before. They're wrapped up in one another's lust and forgiveness not unlike little prayers that no one else can hear. And for every beat of his heart she swears she can hear and feel like her own, she's aware that this is a Pandora's box she is opening and letting him fall into, too.

Aerith's face swims with sympathy and pity at once, but a smile crosses her lips in a bittersweet way. She wants to know him, intimately and personally and all sorts of different ways. Uncovering the mystery of Cloud Strife has been a want for her for what feels ages now, even if it's a few scant months of knowing him behind her. He wants all of her. Whatever it is she gives him, and she thinks, for a moment, that is enough to open the box for.

The belly warmer is cast aside with finality, and Aerith slips a hand beneath his top to feel his hard body. He's lankier than other men she's known, built together by pollution and super strength, a real SOLDIER of a man, but she feels his breathing as she touches him, palming his abs and kissing his neck. For good measure, she pulls her hand up and takes the top with her arm, hiking it up to see the cut of his hips, and grabs one of his pecs with a sudden, distracting mischievousness. Maybe if he looks too close, that's all he will see it for. ]

That's not what I meant!

[ Her little quip is spoken against his ear, but without all the heady tone of a moan. It's a laugh, really, the kind you give someone when you don't want them to stray too far. Meanwhile, she fiddles with his belt. Finds the buckle, undoes it, too, but lets him stay there like that, for a moment longer.

Again, they're swimming in darkness, alone with one another. There is nobody here to listen to their prayers but each other. ]

Give me you, Cloud.

[ Her laugh in his ear makes him shiver - the hand under his shirt aand up to his muscled chest a sudden - but not unwelcome intrusion, despite how he jumps. The belly-warmer is quickly forgotten and discarded. Cloud Strife's wardrobe now falling away, piece by piece. His own hands are fumbling to pull her out of her summer dress as well, slowly but surely. At least until she leans in to correct him. That she wants him. ]

[ Those words make every little kiss along his neck, her fingers on his abs and hips, her breath in his ear, feel hotter, making those chills of pleasure shoot down his spine again. He's drowning in the feeling of Aerith taking what she wants - a desire that's risen to the surface, that he only just now realized he's had. She's always pulled away, for one reason or another. Reasons he hasn't been able to completely understand, even as a similar force drives him forward to pull Aerith closer, the more she tries to step away. ]

[ A hand finds its way into her hair, gently grabbing it as if to steady himself, and Aerith gets to hear something very rare - a chuckle. Not a single confident laugh, or a snort, but a nervous, throaty noise that bubbles out from his throat as he finds his voice - barely more than a whisper in between the quiet moans. ]

You want all of me - all the parts that no one else sees.

[ His other hand finds her waist, a finger tracing up the small of her back. Without the belly-warmer, those baggy pants of his are only held together by being slightly tighter in the waist and Cloud's position against the wall. Even the gentlest effort would leave him quite a bit more vulnerable. ]

I remember. How could I not? ...They're all yours.

[ He condenses it down, compartmentalizes it easily. They haven't spoken about Zack, so he doesn't really notice that she's aware, on some level. It's not just seeing Cloud as himself from his perspective, but as his own person. She gives him an approving hum, pulling away to tilt her head and give him an appreciative stare. He's exposed to the summertime heat like this, but she feels cool. He's grabby, and it certainly does something for her, but... ]

We'll see about that.

[ When Aerith removes his top proper, she tosses it somewhere to land wherever it may. It could be on top of a counter or the coffee table or the couch. For how crammed the space is here, there's too many options. Then, voraciously, she kisses him. She leaves a trail of kisses: From his lips to his chin to his neck across Cloud's chest. He feels big and hard under her touch, and her kisses are soft, thoughtful little smacks that trail lower and lower. ]

We've got plenty of time to figure it out.

[ On her knees, she undoes his bottom half. She watches the dip in his hips and sees the shadows map it out, too, sees them deepen it in an illusory way. Looking back up to meet Cloud's gaze, Aerith bites her lip one more time before pulling his pants down again, to see the way his cock pops out. Naturally, she lets out a surprised, "Oh!" before canting her head in consideration once more. ]

I knew it.

[ ...That he was big. With careful consider, she presses her lips to Cloud's cockhead. It's a bitter taste that meets her immediately, the scent of sweat and skin filling her senses immediately. As a chatterbox is eager to do, she uses her tongue to explore him, working her way down eventually. She takes her fill of his cock in her mouth before pulling back to use her hands this time, stroking him in long, teasing pumps. ]

How's that?

[ When Aerith pulls away, only to dive back in with renewed fervor, it's all Cloud can do, to keep his head above the drowning energy of Aerith's passion. She brings herself in to kiss him, pulling away his top, lost in the darkness and clutter of Aerith's apartment. The night is warm - almost too warm, given their mutual dance, but her touch, once hot, now cools and soothes him, coaxes small mutterings, indistinct, from his lips. ]

[ Their eyes meet briefly, before she pulls down his pants, revealing his cock - hot and sensitive from their mutual ministrations. She goes down on him, and she's treated to a full-body shudder as the sensation hits his mind like an oncoming train, blotting out whatever response he had ready for Aerith's remark straight out of his brain. ]

Oooooooooohhh...

[ His knees tremble a little, and a single hand braces itself in Aerith's hair as the other presses against the wall to keep himself steady. Her slow explorations of his cock with her tongue causing him to quietly tremble. Shes pulls her self off his cock, her hand - cool to the touch, compared to the heat coming off his body, and she has the audacity to force him to form any coherent thoughts. ]

G...good. Really, really good. [ His voice is trembling, close to breaking. A small smile on his lips. She wants to tease him for as long as she can, even now. And he certainly can't find the strength in him to disagree. ]

[ If he's into this, he's going to love what's next, she imagines. With a cheeky smile, one of Aerith's eyebrows raises. Holding onto him with a firm, attentive touch, she moves her arm faster, pumping quicker and taking care to use her thumb to massage his cock each time she slips along his cockhead. ]

All green, then. No more wasting time. [ He's back in her mouth. Aerith takes Cloud into her with her eyes closed this time, that same salty taste touching her tongue again. She inhales and bobs her head along him. With his hand on her head, she can't pull back too far, but she doesn't care to. She sucks on him, opens wider and pushes forward. It stings, barely, but she presses on. Aerith's own spit is trailing down her chin sooner than she expects, and she supposes at that point he's slick enough for her to use both her hands on him.

The entire time, she feels her own arousal growing. There's moments where she can barely stand it, but she keeps her hands occupied on Cloud's body instead of her own. It's better than way, she knows, the anticipation paying off big time when she gets that release.

When she's spent more time than likely necessary on his dick, Aerith pulls away with a pop, only to drag her tongue from bottom to top of Cloud's dick. ]

So? How about you try answering me again. What do you want?

[ There's a part of him outside himself that can't entirely believe what's happening. A part, however small, that hasn't been obliterated by the feeling of Aerith's mouth on him. Her fingers digging into his skin as she takes in his hot, needy cock. Cloud isn't the most vocal of men, even at the best of times, but even men who aren't vocal have their limits - a barely-perceptible tightening of his grip in Aerith's hair and low noises that catch in his throat. ]

[ When she goes deep, takes as much of him as she can, those noises finally find their way out of his mouth - a high-pitched cry, as his head snaps backward against the wall and his eyes screw shut. His whole body tenses for a brief moment - but Aerith moves off his dick before he can feel remotely like he's about to crest over the edge - though Aerith's teasing drag of her tongue along his cock causes shivers up and down his spine. She asks him again, and his lust-clouded eyes meet hers, struggling to put the words together. ]

I want... to love you. To- to make love to you. Aerith.

[ He has to force those words out. Not because he doesn't mean them - the desire behind them is sincere, if addled by lust (and perhaps a bit of outer influence). But because it feels like yet another threshold that would feel so impossible to cross. Inside his own mind he can't help but make it want to feel romantic, even if they both know the real word that they're both thinking of. ]

To feel... what I just felt. What I am feeling.

[ He doesn't know what he's saying anymore, but he feels like somewhere in the mess of those confessions is what he wants to say. It's so impossible to convey in this moment, now that they're here. Something that feels so overwhelming expressed with a few simple words. ]

[ It may not be the word they're both thinking of, and he might be a little bit shy, or lust-addled about it, but it's good enough. She certainly doesn't hold it against him. With a cheeky smile, she leans back, lets go of him, and stands up. ]

Is that so? [ There's a teasing lilt to her voice, like she has a secret that she's dying to tell him. Still in her dress and heels, she's rather clothed in comparison to him.

Aerith lifts the skirt of her pale pink dress, exposing her underwear— they're nothing special, of course. She didn't plan for this, if the futon left out and unmade is any indication. ] In that case, you don't mind helping me take these off, do you?

[ It's in Aerith backing off that Cloud is allowed to catch his breath - for a moment. Her teasing voice digs into him playfully, and he can't help but try and gulp down a breath of air as she reveals her own underwear to him, as if the warm night air might stifle how much he's burning up inside. It doesn't help - but it does steady the hammering of his heart. Just a little. ]

Yeah. Of course.

[ When he steps, it's to step out of his boots and the pants and underwear around his ankles - kicked aside to where they won't be a bother for either of them. It's not as if he's expected to get re-dressed any time soon - and he's long since long track of where Aerith threw his shirt. So when he steps up to Aerith, there's not a bit of clothing on him, naked from head to toe. ]

[ If Aerith is expecting him to disrobe her with the same intensity, though, she's in for a small surprise. No, she's handed the pace back to Cloud, and with a little crooked half-smile, he's clearly intending to do something with it. ]

[ If Cloud was getting handsy before, it has nothing on what he's doing now. But unlike the more heated movements, these are slow, and purposeful. Cloud has all the time to explore Aerith's body in detail, his hands - gentle and soft, but with a roughness to them from a hard life - run over Aerith's body, quietly. He's pulling the dress off, his hands grazing up her thighs as he does, tracing up her hips and how they flare out. Trailing up her abdomen, his fingers deftly working around the spot she showed him so directly. Drawing a map of her body through touch. ]

[ When the dress is pulled off, he sneaks a quick kiss on her neck, tossing it somewhere where the two of them can search for it later, in the light of a morning where their senses are a bit more their own. As he kisses, he works his way around Aerith's body, sliding around her back - finding the fasteners to her bra. One hand fiddles with them as the other sneaks around to cup and squeeze one of them. Truly, Aerith had nothing to worry about, here. Even if she might protest him thinking so. ]

[ His hand squeezes and kneads at one of her breasts until he undoes the final fastener in front of him, her bra falling away and into his hand. This, he'll set aside gently on a surface they can find it. That just left the heels... and her underwear. But he can't exactly do that while she's standing up, can he? But his hands can snake down to her hips, one holding onto them there as the other places his hand flat against her underwear. His fingers digging against the fabric oh so very gently. There was a feeling of tenderness in his heart, as he did. She was beautiful, in a way he didn't have any words to express. ]

You'll need to sit on the bed if I'm going to get the rest, Aerith. [ It's a hot little whisper. If Aerith was expecting him to pick up how she was teasing him, only to receive it in turn, he's learning fast. ]

[ Every ounce of attention Cloud pays her is measured carefully and diligently doled out. His hands are calloused, rough where his skin has been worn during swordplay and hard work. They drag along her skin, white hot, leaving a fire in their wake. Her mind is racing, and her body is playing catch up; Aerith wears her smile like like a hook might wear bait. Eager, playful, tantalizing— she wants him, just like he said.

Her skin is night air kissed, dress cast aside like an afterthought. Her apartment must look like a tornado blew through it, tore it apart and wrapped her up just to leave them be. She huffs out a laugh, just one beat of it through the nose and dressed up with a warm smile. From there, he busies himself with undoing her bra: it, too, is plain, and does not match her other undergarments. He's working her still covered breast in his hand, just the one, and Aerith opens her mouth to speak, voice teasing. ]

Do you know how to do that?

[ When it comes undone, she stands corrected.

Like this, almost every inch of her is exposed, bared for him to explore at his leisure. She likes that, thinks it could drive him a little crazy in some way, and delights in the thought. She always enjoyed playing around. When his hand falls to palm against her underwear, he'll feel the cool slickness that's been stewing since their first kiss on the dance floor. It feels like a lifetime ago, now. In return, she closes her eyes and inhales deep to enjoy the sensation, tilting her head back, braid dipping longer yet. Cloud interrupts. ]

What, can't take me here? [ Perhaps a little overeager in her own way, Aerith laughs. Fair enough, she thinks, and tugs on his hand, to pull him. She walks backwards, keeping going until she feels the sheets under her heel. A futon is hardly the kind of bed she's used to, but she knows where she unrolls it nightly; she finds it in the dark easily. There, it's just a matter of laying down, knees together, one arm up so that the hand rests near her head. Like this, he has the full view. A girlish sense of shyness fills Aerith, and it shows on her face in a ruddy flush, but she merely continues smiling. ]

Think it'll be worth the wait?

[ Hm. He wouldn't have though Aerith would have wanted to be 'taken' standing up. That's something Cloud will keep in the back of his mind for later. The feeling of excitement he gets from her - the slick feeling between her legs, almost threatens to undo him then and there, but she pulls him to the bed, and he regains his composure. ]

[ When she lays in full view of him, on display, the flush in her face illuminated by the glow of lights beyond the window, he can't help but let himself smile back. She's cute. The way he can feel that she's just as nervous as he is, just by that girlish smile. He's dimly aware she's drawing it out because of that nervousness. He makes eye contact with her as he moves overtop her, as she asks that question. He can only smile in response, his mako-polluted eyes catching hers, in dim light that still, somehow, seems to find them bright and glinting in the dark. ]

Never a doubt.

[ The shoes come off quickly, placed aside carefully, as he moves up the futon. One set of fingers carefully pulling at her underwear with a sort of almost trepidation and gentleness. Aerith isn't forced to wait long, however, as the other hand slides between her legs to keep her company, instead. There's a smile on his lips that he tries not to make look too pleased with himself, as his fingers play with her. ]

So... what is it -you- want, Aerith? [ The question isn't about wanting him, of course. She still wants him, and they both know it. The question is more - what part does Aerith want of him, right now? With his body hovering there above her, his eyes locked on hers as he closes the distance between their faces, as naked as she is, she has her pick. And they have plenty of time. ]

Edited (hmmm, sloppy) 2022-08-12 08:52 (UTC)

[ He'll find her wet to the touch, slick with anticipation. Aerith lets out a breathy moan, accepting and eager. An aching want is blossoming inside of her, searching for release as quickly as it comes. Arching her back, she welcomes him onto and into her, and Aerith bites her lip, which still curls into a smile under the action. While he busies himself, he speaks; easy and curious, somehow. ]

Me? [ She parrots him, voice still sweet even as her gaze glazes over with wanting. He's shyer, she thinks, less direct; a short laugh leaves her. ]

How about... you love me? [ She teasing him. Reaching out, Aerith takes hold of his arm to guide him a little more, leading Cloud deeper and closer. ] Let me show you how. Alright, now... a little more... [ She pulls herself closer, too, shimmying closer along the fabric of the futon, over the blanket still covering it. ]

Know what? Get on your back.

[ The two of them get closer, as Aerith maneuvers herself and Cloud both. He might be shy — and he is, she's got him dead to rights — but he doesn't show any hesitance in what they're doing. The way his fingers move, taunting Aerith just a little, the way they're so close together their hearts could be leaping out of their chest, beating in sync. ]

[ He tries to hold back a nervous laugh, as she tells him to get on his back. He fails. But it's more amusement than nervousness. ] Okay. Okay.

[ His body withdraws from her, slowly and steadily, as he falls onto the futon slowly. Next to her, bodies unavoidably grazing against each other. Wandering hands as they shift positions. He's pretty sure he has an idea of what Aerith plans on doing, and should she move overtop Cloud to straddle him, she'll find a hand ready to pull her overtop him, able to take in his face, the lines on his body - a muscled chest, hard abs, a slim but muscular frame, enhanced in every way mako could enhance it. His waist tapering off to the cock, refusing to lay down with the rest of it, Cloud's arousal as clear there as it is in the flush on his face, in the racing of his heart. ]

[ One hand may find her hip. The other, definitively, finds her hand. Refusing to let go. It's so funny that Cloud, a man who would shun physical contact so readily, is now drawn to it like a moth to the flame. ]

This better?

[ The amusement is infectious, and she shares in it gladly. She laughs, and pulls herself up, but not before stealing another kiss from him in the process. They swap positions then, shuffling around a little awkwardly in the darkness. The moon may be bright and full, but it doesn't keep the shadows entirely at bay.

It's a pleasant compliment to his form, moonlight kissed as it is. His muscles are highlighted, the thin sheen of sweat that's veiling him, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. It's accentuated, tilted more romantic in some way. She looks at him with a little bit of girlish wonder before going for it. She straddles his hips after swinging one leg over Cloud's hips, and here she places her hands on his chest, exploratory.

But she doesn't guide him inside of her— not yet. He keeps her hips pulled a little closer to him and she slides her wet pussy over the shaft of his cock, dragging herself in slow, teasing motions. ]

I don't know. You tell me?

[ The fumbling adds something, he thinks, distracted by how the moonlight catches Aerith on top of him. Makes everything feel a little more... real. Neither of them are exactly inexperienced, but there's an earnest awkwardness at how cautiously they're playing around each other. Exploring all the ways that boundary they once had can be crossed. He takes her in as she straddles him — how the light plays off her skin, her own chest rising and falling as she drinks in the sight of him under her. The way her hair is long enough that it spills over her breasts as she leans over him. The pleasant pinpricking sensation of her sliding up and down his cock, and she can feel the heat and hardness pressing up against her, practically in time to Cloud's own racing heartbeat. He hears her voice goading him in that sing-song way. The way she always goaded him. ]

[ It unravels something in him, as he lets out a soft cry. The sensations and the teasing both do. Whether it was nerves or a stunned silence, Aerith's teasing has finally crossed a new boundary — there's a thought that crosses his mind that he wouldn't have otherwise thought. And before he can stop himself a quiet snort escapes him as one hand brushes the hair out of her face, a mischievous glint in his eye that's only been seen by Aerith a handful of times. ]

You're a tease, you know. Taunt a guy like that, and he's liable to pull you down onto him, whether you're ready or not.

[ As if to punctuate the point, Cloud's other hand, still resting on Aerith's hip, gives a firm, but brief squeeze. A 'threat' with just enough bite that, if Aerith isn't careful (whether she intends to be, or otherwise —), it might just happen. ]

Edited 2022-08-18 06:05 (UTC)

[ Teasing is all part of the plan. He gets that look in his eyes like he's rised to the challenge of her, and she looks back at him in silence. A smile that sits on her face, still, gives her away: She's daring him to do it. He holds her tight enough to give the impression of a threat, but to Aerith, it's all bark.

She bites her lip, all the same, and doesn't speak as she drags herself down again, enjoying the sensation. Pleasantly warm, she feels desire in the same way she delights in the control she exerts over him. Aerith takes in a shaky breath, closes her eyes, and drags herself forward again. She watches his chest for a moment, stares at the dip between his shoulders and neck, then lets her green gaze find him once more. It's all too real, in some ways, and she can't help but want to collide into him. ]

That's not like you, though.

[ She breathes, exhales soft and tilts her head back. ] Not you.

[ It isn't Cloud to her. She knows he's different. He's a guy, but he's himself. Without another word, she adjusts her too heavy body to hover over him, feeling the weight of her want and the ache of her need, but not before reaching out both of her hands for him to take in his. Swiveling her hips, Aerith listens to the sound of their breathing in the empty, dingy apartment. She doesn't descend upon him, not yet. ]

One big breath before the plunge.

[ Cloud's cock slips inside of her, pushing into her slick slit in measured increments. She adjusts, opens up for him, tiny squeaks and moans leaving her. It betrays her heady wants, the way she's just itching for him to collapse into her from the beginning. ]

Heh.

[ She teases him with that line. That being like that isn't him. It always feels like she can see more of him that he can. Not that he has room for such thoughts in their entirety, as she teases him. Her hands find his, and he takes them with want and greed. She steadies herself, and descends on his cock. ]

[ He's felt the sensation before, but the connection between him and Aerith feels all the more sensitive - his cock scorching hot as she slowly brings herself down on him. Every little squeak and moan she makes along the way, betraying just how much she's been needing him under all those jests and barbs, only serve to accentuate the moment. He can't hold it in, either - his hands, holding hers, squeeze, and a breathy oan escapes him as he feels Aerith yield, slowly but surely. ]

[ Maybe she's right. Maybe he's not the type of guy who would yank a girl down on his dick just because they teased him. But then again, Aerith also isn't just any girl. And she did taunt him a little. So it's as she descends onto him he starts to rock his hips into her from beneath. Smooth, gentle motions, but with the intent on making it perhaps just a little harder for Aerith to keep in control, and a little easier for her to sink all the way to the base of his cock. His breathing perhaps betrays this takes a bit of effort to keep his own spiking pleasure in check.

But it's worth it, he thinks, to see the look on her face when she loses just a bit of control. ]

[ The reward he's seeking is near immediately given to him; Aerith hits the base of his cock as he bucks into her and a delighted shivers crawls up her spin like little shockwaves. Her expression twists, giving in, but she bites her lip to keep from crying out. ]

Give me a minute!

[ She manages that much, voice shaking, but isn't very upset about it, in truth. It's warm and filling, the sensation of him inside of her, just barely comfortable. Squeezing his hands, she waits out the wave of pleasure that dulls down the pinch of surprise in her core. She can hardly believe the moment unfolding before her, and Aerith stares for a moment too long, brows raised and expression glazed over. It's quiet everywhere except for in here, and she almost feels bad for possibly disturbing her neighbors. Thought a mental note is consciously made to respect their private time, that's yet to be seen. ]

So greedy. [ When that pinching sensation subsides, she angles her hips, feeling it out as she drags herself up again. Then, she slides back down, adopting a rhythm once she gets the feel of it, bouncing down his cock with curiosity. It's carefully measured, not once getting too far ahead of herself. ]

There. Is that what you wanted so badly you couldn't wait? [ Not that she's much better off, with how she sighs and moans, leaning back and letting it all wash over her. Her body is growing warm and needy already— she wants to draw it out. ]

[ He can't help but let a smile play across his face as he watches Aerith shiver and shudder. The way her body shivers and shudders. The way she has to go slowly to not let it all overwhelm her. That pleasantly blank look — that one gets him. Aerith is always thinking about something, so that look of pleasant thoughtlessness stirs something in him he isn't used to. A bit of pride and perhaps an understanding of how Aerith feels when she teases him. It's an expression he wants to see more of. ]

[ Of course, whenever she starts riding him in earnest, he finds a rhythm to raise his hips, driving his cock up and into her as she slides down on him, their bodies rocking together. Cloud can't hide his vocalizations - groaning and trying to muffle smaller moans as Aerith sighs in pleasure and relief. ]

Look who's — talking. [ His breath catches slightly as Aerith slides down him again, his body tensing and cock feeling almost painfully hot inside of Aerith. ] If this is too much, you can always stop.

[ In contrast, though, his rocking and bucking underneath Aerith is getting just a little quicker. Squeezing her hands firmly, but not desperately so. Deliberately pushing her just a bit. If she wanted to actually try and slow down, she'd have a hard time of it. ]

Edited 2022-09-04 06:44 (UTC)

[ So annoying. Not only does she have a hard time of it, she feels trapped. He's getting one over her, and she's on top. Talk about irritating. Every thrust is met with her own movement; a shake, a roll, the drag of her hips, but it grows to keep her there. Leaning down, Aerith rips her hands away from Cloud's to place them on his chest, and she rides him a little faster, more feverishly, chasing something she can't quite describe. ]

And leave you by yourself? Asking for more? Do I look that mean?

[ She can be, of course. It's a little harder to have a clearer head, though, with a climax approaching. It's like watching a wave start to roll in on the beach— her legs shudder, but she holds herself there, softly moaning. ]

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