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[entropied]

[When you're dead and set to spend the rest of eternity in a dreambubble, there is a lot of downtime, which might explain why the Handmaid is pouring tea for the Psiioniic right now. Scratch taught her a lot of things like this, things that she never used or paid attention to, much to his chagrin. Generally, that meant that she wouldn't be doing this at all, just out of principle, but none of that really seems to matter anymore. And anyway, the Psiioniic was probably the one to ask for tea in the first place. She settles down next to him, handing him a mug.]

There.

Comments

[entropied]

[Yes he should go for that! She's too afraid to even attempt his weird bodysuit after he got all self-conscious about his scars. Maybe she should... Hint? She'll just undo the first button.]

[auxiliary]

[Maybe he'll... reach up to undo the rest, then...]

[entropied]

[Good! And she'll lean in to kiss him again.]

[auxiliary]

[He gets about six buttons down, before it reaches above her navel. He touches the two pieces of fabric, ready to just... slide it off her shoulders, but pauses to return the kiss.]

[entropied]

[She hesitates for a second, tightening her grip on his hips. The idea of taking her dress off in front of him is... Suddenly kind of terrifying, but after a moment or so she finally forces herself to shrug it off.]

[auxiliary]

[He, cautiously, leans toward her shoulder and places a kiss there.]

You're lovely.

[entropied]

[She has no idea how to respond to that, other than by turning bright red. She shifts in place a little, fighting the urge to cross her arms over her chest.]

...Thank you.

[auxiliary]

You detherve it.

[He kisses a little further down, her collar.]

[entropied]

[No, she doesn't. But instead of saying so, she just buries her face in his hair and tries to pretend that she does.]

[auxiliary]

[And then his mouth moves a little lower, to kiss her breast...]

[entropied]

[Oh, wow, that feels nicer than she'd expected it to. She shivers in response, biting her lip as she tightens her grip on him.]

i have no sexy icons, i'm legit just pressing random at this point

[auxiliary]

[And now he's kissing the center of her breast, where her nipple would be (IF TROLLS HAVE NIPPLES????).

Wow, boobs are awesome.]

ME TOO HAHAHA

[entropied]

[And having your boobs kissed is pretty awesome, too! Who knew? She sucks in a sharp breath, claws digging into his back.]

icons don't even matter in porn threads

[auxiliary]

[You know what's a step better than kissing? Sucking. Said, while he uses his hand to fondle the other breast, he can't help but smile a little at the sound she makes.]

I thuppothe I'm doing okay.

this is the sexiest icon i have. so sad

[entropied]

[That gets a hungry whine out of her, and all she can really manage in response is a distracted nod. He is doing pretty well!]

[auxiliary]

[Oh good. Because he got here on instinct, but now...

Now he's not too sure what the next step is. His bulge is already aroused enough in his pants, and they are so painfully tight right now-- spandex isn't the best outfit to hide one's aroused bulge in, but this was a uniform from Highbloods, alright?? He never got to pick!

... The point is, he should probably undress soon.]

[entropied]

[Yes, that is pretty noticeable. She hesitates, then runs her hands down his back, trying to find a zipper or a clasp or... Something. HOW DOES THIS THING WORK.]

[auxiliary]

[The zipper is at the top of his neck, and once again, he pauses. He takes in a deep breath, psionically reaching out to touch the Handmaid's wrist and guide it to the right spot.]

Thlowly, pleathe.

[entropied]

[She nods, burying her face in his neck as she starts to tug the zipper down. See? She isn't looking or anything.]

[auxiliary]

[And slowly, the suit begins to peel off of his upper torso. Numeral scars are all over the Psiioniic's back, along with his arms. The symbol of Condesce's battleship is burned into him as well. He's not proud.]

[entropied]

[She doesn't really react. They're not disgusting or off-putting, but she does feel a sudden surge of pity. She kisses him on the cheek, then sneaks a peek at his face, trying to gauge his reaction.]

[auxiliary]

[He's staring down at the floor, off to the side. His expression is blank, until the zipper reaches his waist, and he moves gently to push it down further, as much as he can. He looks guilty, sorry that Handmaid has to see this. Not quite over himself yet, despite his attitude earlier.]

[entropied]

[She frowns, dropping the zipper in favor of wrapping her arms around him tightly instead.]

It's okay.

[Wow, she wishes she were better at comforting people. Very softly, she adds:]

You're perfect.

[Lame, but she really does believe it.]

[auxiliary]

[He feels a knot get caught in his throat, and he takes her face in both his hands, kissing her more deeply than he had before. Of all times to feel like crying, he knows that would give off the wrong vibe. He's very happy right now, so why does he just want to break down sobbing? His emotions must have crossed wires.]

[entropied]

[Oh, good, she actually did something right for once. At least, it seems like it. She relaxes against him, kissing him back as she trails her fingers absently up his spine.]