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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.

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[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.]

[auxiliary]

[He shivers, again, but tries not to think about how rough his back must feel to her fingertips. Instead he switches between his hand and mouth, moving over to the opposite breast to kiss and suck at, and lets his remaining hand to drift down to her hips.]

[entropied]

[She manages to bite back a moan, but her breathing still hitches. The texture of his skin is actually sort of interesting to her, oodly enough. No one ever said she wasn't morbid. She lets her hands slide to his lower back, trying to tug his suit off the rest of the way.]

[auxiliary]

[He doesn't even pull away from her, as he also joins her in pushing the rest of his suit off. It doesn't even occur to him to use his hands to do it, and instead just uses his psionics. It slips his mind, at the oddest times, that he has hands now and can do things with them, because once again he's forgotten, as they sit on her hips and he kisses back up to her jaw and his suit now rests at his feet. It's rather cold here, now that he thinks about it.]

WHAT... EQUIPMENT ARE WE GOING WITH...

[entropied]

[Oh that is... Very handy, yes. Actually, she's not cold at all, which is probably totally his fault. She presses closer, turning her head to kiss him again.]

EVERYTHING

[auxiliary]

[Well.. no, maybe she isn't cold. And maybe he isn't cold. But the air around them-- death air, dead air, it's certainly cold. And he's naked, on a couch. Maybe he could just... think up-- oh there we go. Nice fireplace, there now. He kisses her back, and draws small circles on her hips.]

NO STOP ANSWER ME

[entropied]

[Oh that's better. Also sort of cheesy but she's too distracted by him right now to notice. She deepens the kiss, and her claws might be sort of digging into his back now oops.]

I DID. EVERYTHING.

[auxiliary]

[Hey. He likes cheesy. He never had time to experience cheesy. Except claws in a back gains a hiss from him and he pulls away, bearing teeth. The reaction is one he can't even help, it's painful and it hurts and it's completely out of his control, but once he realizes himself he stops himself and immediately tries to apoligize.]

Thorry, I didn't mean to.

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN IS THAT A SERIOUS ANSWER

[entropied]

No, it's...

[Totally fine. She needs a second to catch her breath anyway. This is kind of overwhelming. She leans forward, slipping her arms around him and burying her face in the curve of his neck.]

I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?