Red And Green
WHO: Rayne/Shego
WHEN: Several long hours after conversing in Rayne's journal.
WHAT: Rayne, affected by Ethan's drunken and perhaps inadvertant spell, has been influenced to not just rediscover her extremely affectionate and lustful side, but to actively flaunt it. Most of those interested with, she managed to scare off. Shego, however... Was intrigued enough to go with it. The obvious happened.
RATING: Naughtiness has ensued! This is the aftermath.
Rayne's relaxed attitude to sexuality was no secret. Perhaps the most surprising thing, was that she had managed to go so long on the ship without finding release. She seemed to care little about actual romance, but frequently regarded just about everyone with annoyance. Those who did attempt to flirt with her, she disliked, while others, such as Giselle, who had absolutely no idea when they put certain signals her way, Rayne knew better than to take advantage of.
She had no idea what happened, but hours ago, all that had changed. If the idea of a flood crossed her mind, it would have been quickly assumed as false, for there were no reports of other strange activity across the abrge and, besides... She felt good. Wanted to spread around her fondness for others. Then... Maybe spread some other things.
Like her thighs.
It scared most of them off. Shego, however... Apparently not so much. Not enough for an invitation to be accepted, anyway.
Put a hyper-sexed Rayne together with a hyper-frustrated Shego and violence was bound to ensue. Except, in this case, hot, sticky, passionate, jungle-fucking violence. The kind where there was so much inner rage in need of an outlet, so much pent-up anger and desire for release, that two partners stood as much of a chance of killing one another, as doing a good vocal impression of Meg Ryan.
And so, here they were... Surrounded by utter destruction in a room Shego now called home. Both exhausted beyond measure. Both with reasons to smile. Both very, very... Satisfied.
"Well..."
Rayne had lost count of how many times they'd tried which activities. The red-haired dhampir and green-skinned supervillain... Sounded like a comic strip - with the emphasis, apparently, now on 'strip'.
Turning to the brunette, the half-vampiress exhaled. At least the sheets afforded them an air of, what? Modesty? After what they'd just got up to?
"That was different."
WHEN: Several long hours after conversing in Rayne's journal.
WHAT: Rayne, affected by Ethan's drunken and perhaps inadvertant spell, has been influenced to not just rediscover her extremely affectionate and lustful side, but to actively flaunt it. Most of those interested with, she managed to scare off. Shego, however... Was intrigued enough to go with it. The obvious happened.
RATING: Naughtiness has ensued! This is the aftermath.
Rayne's relaxed attitude to sexuality was no secret. Perhaps the most surprising thing, was that she had managed to go so long on the ship without finding release. She seemed to care little about actual romance, but frequently regarded just about everyone with annoyance. Those who did attempt to flirt with her, she disliked, while others, such as Giselle, who had absolutely no idea when they put certain signals her way, Rayne knew better than to take advantage of.
She had no idea what happened, but hours ago, all that had changed. If the idea of a flood crossed her mind, it would have been quickly assumed as false, for there were no reports of other strange activity across the abrge and, besides... She felt good. Wanted to spread around her fondness for others. Then... Maybe spread some other things.
Like her thighs.
It scared most of them off. Shego, however... Apparently not so much. Not enough for an invitation to be accepted, anyway.
Put a hyper-sexed Rayne together with a hyper-frustrated Shego and violence was bound to ensue. Except, in this case, hot, sticky, passionate, jungle-fucking violence. The kind where there was so much inner rage in need of an outlet, so much pent-up anger and desire for release, that two partners stood as much of a chance of killing one another, as doing a good vocal impression of Meg Ryan.
And so, here they were... Surrounded by utter destruction in a room Shego now called home. Both exhausted beyond measure. Both with reasons to smile. Both very, very... Satisfied.
"Well..."
Rayne had lost count of how many times they'd tried which activities. The red-haired dhampir and green-skinned supervillain... Sounded like a comic strip - with the emphasis, apparently, now on 'strip'.
Turning to the brunette, the half-vampiress exhaled. At least the sheets afforded them an air of, what? Modesty? After what they'd just got up to?
"That was different."