[It's not too different from undressing other women, actually. As he can see when she reaches as discretely as possible under her skirts to wriggle out of her underwear without flashing too much yet, looking embarrassed the whole while. She straightens after, keeping the frilly pair bunched in one hand.]
[He's not the type to crack jokes about these sort of things (though Dean will probably influence him enough one of these days). So, he'll just get right down to business, which literally means kneeling down between her knees.
Also, there's a fine line he's riding here: he doesn't want to invade any more personal space than he has to, but he wants her to enjoy this if they have to do this. He decides to plant a few light kisses on her knees and thighs so this won't be so...wham, bam, thank you m'am.]
[She goes quiet when he kneels, skirts hiked up to the top of her thighs and draping between them just enough to preserve modesty until necessary. This particular act makes her uneasy, but in her mind, he had the less desirable end of the deal and there was no reason to make him feel bad about it when he was being respectful. And so she tries to relax, though her breath hitches when the unexpected kisses startle her. They're not unpleasant, nice actually, just something she hadn't been prepared for.]
Re: Sam Winchester | Supernatural | M/Fmorbidbubbles2June 17 2011, 18:21:14 UTC
[Tina blushes quite pink at his result. She shifts a little where she's sitting, trying not to find the idea exciting, as awkward as it is. Her own dice have ordered "tongue nipple".] Um... I think we were playing until someone's too chicken to do it....
Apparently not. Sam's made a roll, and his dice have fallen on lick clit. Well, this isn't awkward in the least, is it?]
What are we playing for, again?
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My guess is to see who gets off first.
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[Leans in closer to see what he had rolled, before blushing lightly at the result.]
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[Turns red, eyes widening as she reads the result.]
...Ah, you can roll again.
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Alright.
[He reaches to pick them up---and can't. It's almost like they're fused to the surface.]
...shit.
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...Oh.
[A gloved hand rubs the back of her neck as she glances at her boots.]
You don't have to do that...
[Unless he does. You never know around here.]
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[He's being honest. At least, he doesn't want to test fate and spit in the metaphorical eye of cursed dice.]
But I think you're the one who decides if that's okay or not, Sister.
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It could've said much worse things, I supp--
[She says just as someone else playing their own game within earshot yells a triumphant "ASS FUCK!"]
...I guess it's okay.
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Sam moves closer.]
Alright. How do you---?
[He gestures at her clothing. It's not like he undresses a lot of nuns, you know.]
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Yumie shakes her head.]
...I'll get it.
[It's not too different from undressing other women, actually. As he can see when she reaches as discretely as possible under her skirts to wriggle out of her underwear without flashing too much yet, looking embarrassed the whole while. She straightens after, keeping the frilly pair bunched in one hand.]
That's all we need for this, right?
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[He's not the type to crack jokes about these sort of things (though Dean will probably influence him enough one of these days). So, he'll just get right down to business, which literally means kneeling down between her knees.
Also, there's a fine line he's riding here: he doesn't want to invade any more personal space than he has to, but he wants her to enjoy this if they have to do this. He decides to plant a few light kisses on her knees and thighs so this won't be so...wham, bam, thank you m'am.]
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You don't need to do that...
[Unless he wants to.]
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So, uh....who goes first?
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