[Dream~]
[The room he’s lying in isn’t one that really exists. It’s a mixture of the clean white-grey quarters of the Ptolemaios and the copper-gold browns of the TARDIS, mixed together in a way that’s somehow distinctly familiar and comforting. Not that he’s left to focus on the room, as a door slides open behind him - he turns in time to see Donna step through (in a little black dress that clings to her hips just so and shows off her legs just right and oh that plunging neckline…) and fix him with a smouldering gaze that makes him swallow hard. He tries to return her devilish grin, though he’s not sure he pulled it off nearly as well as she did.
She crosses the little room quickly but so gracefully she could have taken a lifetime, and mesmerized as he is by her he almost doesn’t realize she’s joined him on the bed before her arms wrap around his neck (her breasts push against his shirtless chest, her fingers stroke at his back) and he’s kissing her and it’s - fucking fantastic. His hands slide up to rest on the curve of her hips (feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric) and a hand on the back of his head pulls him closer to her -
and then lets go. And she pulls back. And he has to bite back a low whine because that would be just too pathetic combined with how desperate he probably looks. It takes a moment to note that she’s not actually looking at him any more, she’s looking at something over his shoulder - he cranes around to see, and Sumeragi winks at him before leaning over his shoulder to kiss Donna. Lockon can feel himself flushing bright red (Sumeragi’s body pressed against his back, warm and soft) and that’s before they break slowly apart and look back at him in unison, and before they’re both kissing him and all he can think is fuck yes because he doesn’t even know which of them to touch, he’s that damn lucky -
they shift along as if to make room on the bed, and he opens his eyes to meet sultry red ones. Ila smirks and dips her head to nuzzle his neck, and moans against him when Sumeragi strokes purple hair out of the way and does the same to Ila’s neck -
when he looks around the room it’s not empty as before (he can see Mikaela, and she’s lounging with Chroma on a sofa that was probably there the whole time, practically in Chroma’s lap in fact, and both of them watching him and smiling) but his attention’s quickly reclaimed by the girls on the bed. Sliding a hand up Ila’s thigh towards the bottom of her dress -
but her hand closes on his wrist and stops it dead -
all three of them pull back suddenly and without warning, pulling away and climbing off the bed; he looks between them, flustered and confused, as they look down at him.
“But - huh? Why?” The note of pleading is more obvious than he’d like it to be, he sounds fairly desperate but -
Donna shakes her head. “She’d kill you,” she says, matter-of-factly, “so I’m off-limits.” And she turns on her heel and walks out of the door.
Sumeragi shakes her head too, with a regretful smile. “You have to respect the chain of command, don’t you?” she asks in the tone of someone explaining something obvious. “Off-limits, Lockon.” She follows Donna out of the door.
When he looks to Ila, she gives him a stony glare. “If you can’t work it out yourself,” (as she’s speaking her voice morphs into Tieria’s), “you’re not fit to be a Meister.”
He’s left watching the last retreating back in despair. Then, laughter - Nena is pointing at him (was she there all along - is that popcorn on the floor) and doubling over.
“Cockblocked!” she cackles.
“Shut up,” he mutters with a glare. In response, she winks and sticks her tongue out..
“Poor Lockon~! Here, I’ll make it better!” She bounces towards him with a dangerous gleam in her eye and he flails backwards, scrambling across the sheets in an attempt get away and argh they’re bunched upa round his ankles and she’s saying You’ll enjoy it more than Setsuna~! and -
-
he wakes up with a start. Followed swiftly by a heartfelt and somewhat strained groan.]
(( ...Replies ICly will be, ah, in a few minutes, if you catch my drift :'D GOING TO BED REPLIES CONTINUED IN A FEW HOURS SOB))
She crosses the little room quickly but so gracefully she could have taken a lifetime, and mesmerized as he is by her he almost doesn’t realize she’s joined him on the bed before her arms wrap around his neck (her breasts push against his shirtless chest, her fingers stroke at his back) and he’s kissing her and it’s - fucking fantastic. His hands slide up to rest on the curve of her hips (feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric) and a hand on the back of his head pulls him closer to her -
and then lets go. And she pulls back. And he has to bite back a low whine because that would be just too pathetic combined with how desperate he probably looks. It takes a moment to note that she’s not actually looking at him any more, she’s looking at something over his shoulder - he cranes around to see, and Sumeragi winks at him before leaning over his shoulder to kiss Donna. Lockon can feel himself flushing bright red (Sumeragi’s body pressed against his back, warm and soft) and that’s before they break slowly apart and look back at him in unison, and before they’re both kissing him and all he can think is fuck yes because he doesn’t even know which of them to touch, he’s that damn lucky -
they shift along as if to make room on the bed, and he opens his eyes to meet sultry red ones. Ila smirks and dips her head to nuzzle his neck, and moans against him when Sumeragi strokes purple hair out of the way and does the same to Ila’s neck -
when he looks around the room it’s not empty as before (he can see Mikaela, and she’s lounging with Chroma on a sofa that was probably there the whole time, practically in Chroma’s lap in fact, and both of them watching him and smiling) but his attention’s quickly reclaimed by the girls on the bed. Sliding a hand up Ila’s thigh towards the bottom of her dress -
but her hand closes on his wrist and stops it dead -
all three of them pull back suddenly and without warning, pulling away and climbing off the bed; he looks between them, flustered and confused, as they look down at him.
“But - huh? Why?” The note of pleading is more obvious than he’d like it to be, he sounds fairly desperate but -
Donna shakes her head. “She’d kill you,” she says, matter-of-factly, “so I’m off-limits.” And she turns on her heel and walks out of the door.
Sumeragi shakes her head too, with a regretful smile. “You have to respect the chain of command, don’t you?” she asks in the tone of someone explaining something obvious. “Off-limits, Lockon.” She follows Donna out of the door.
When he looks to Ila, she gives him a stony glare. “If you can’t work it out yourself,” (as she’s speaking her voice morphs into Tieria’s), “you’re not fit to be a Meister.”
He’s left watching the last retreating back in despair. Then, laughter - Nena is pointing at him (was she there all along - is that popcorn on the floor) and doubling over.
“Cockblocked!” she cackles.
“Shut up,” he mutters with a glare. In response, she winks and sticks her tongue out..
“Poor Lockon~! Here, I’ll make it better!” She bounces towards him with a dangerous gleam in her eye and he flails backwards, scrambling across the sheets in an attempt get away and argh they’re bunched upa round his ankles and she’s saying You’ll enjoy it more than Setsuna~! and -
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he wakes up with a start. Followed swiftly by a heartfelt and somewhat strained groan.]
(( ...Replies ICly will be, ah, in a few minutes, if you catch my drift :'D GOING TO BED REPLIES CONTINUED IN A FEW HOURS SOB))