(Untitled)
THE (compulsory) SEX DICE GAME
For whatever reason, perhaps to spice up your love life, perhaps to spice up your day, or perhaps because you've been kidnapped or need to play it to save the world (we don't judge), you have before you a few sets of special dice, and an obligation to play the game out to some sort of finish.
Strap in and remember it's ( Read more... )
For whatever reason, perhaps to spice up your love life, perhaps to spice up your day, or perhaps because you've been kidnapped or need to play it to save the world (we don't judge), you have before you a few sets of special dice, and an obligation to play the game out to some sort of finish.
Strap in and remember it's ( Read more... )
[The apology is almost out of place, awkward, but it's the first thing that slips off her tongue. Her voice is soft, and for a few moments her eyes shift, darken with deep-seated guilt as she tilts her head to the side. She takes a breath, trying to shy away from memories of when the Apocalypse was young and slowly looks up at him. Her gaze slides over his face, mis-matched hues flickering to his blue eyes as if seeing him in a new light, her eyes sharp; curious, but not judgmental.
Her fingers trail down to skim against the sides of his throat, and really, she should probably stop touching him, back out because this is now a rather treacherous sort of mistake. But, Arianna had never been good at making the right decisions. Instead, she lets her slender hands trail down to wrap around his waist, leaning in close and holding onto him, because it's the only comfort she really has to offer, even if it's not enough and she's not someone that should really be offering it.
But, somehow, there's something about him that makes him not want to let go.]
I think this calls for more absinthe, don't you?
Reply
[He can never bring himself to fully and completely regret his choice to stay. No matter how miserable things get, he knows he'd played his part in setting this whole thing in motion, and he knows he couldn't have left Dean hear to pick up the pieces alone. Not that he's doing the best job at being any help at all, but... He couldn't have gone back to heaven after everything that happened.
He's surprised, as he usually is, when Arianna continues sliding her hands over his skin, settles them at his waist. She doesn't seem deterred in the slightest, and that's... Good. He can work with that.
Now, Cas is of the opinion that everything calls for more absinthe, but this right here? Tops the list of things that call for more absinthe.]
Absolutely.
[He moves to reach for the bottle and the little bag of sugar cubes, fixing them both another round, endlessly grateful that it's available. He can never quite manage this conversation without there being liquor involved.]
Reply
If Cas reminded her of any of the angels that she'd met, it was the one that she'd cared about. The one that-- And no, that was quite enough of that train of thought, thank you. She wasn't near drunk enough for those sort of thoughts.
Arianna lets her hands slip away so that Cas can go for the absinthe. She smiles as he fixes them another round, makes hers extra-sweet like she likes it. There are questions she wants to ask, but she ignores the urge, for now at least. Neither of them are drunk enough for those sort of conversations, and she's not particularly sure that she actually wants to have them.
So, she looks at Cas with an uncertain, sheepish sort of look.]
Is it still my roll?
Reply
Yep. Go right ahead.
[He collects the dice and drops them in her hand.
That had gone a lot better than he'd expected... Which isn't exactly difficult considering what he'd expected wasn't pretty at all. Still, it's good to know that there's one more person here who knows who he was... He'd never say it out loud, but it's a comfort to know that if he were to just drop dead, who he used to be wouldn't just die with him. It's stupid, especially given the way he tries to run from it constantly, but he doesn't actually want to forget, and he's afraid that will happen if he keeps it to himself long enough, that the spark that keeps him alive will finally be extinguished if it ever reaches that point.
Really stupid. He takes a drink and pushes it out of his mind. Dice game. Concentrate on that instead.]
Reply
When Cas had kissed her, at first she'd just been thinking about how it felt. And she wants that again, even as the second glass of absinthe is quickly dying the world green; the shine of light seeming to sparkle emerald. She rolls the dice in her hand and lets them clatter noisily on the table: nibble neck. She smiles a little shyly as she sets down her empty glass, the alcohol starting to hit her, flushing her pale cheeks; Arianna's always been a lightweight.]
Nibble neck.
[She smiles a little and slips in close so that her body is pressed against his, that same look on her face as if she's not quite sure that she's doing this right. She's not. She softly noses in against the side of his neck, her long hair falling against his chest. It takes a few moments before she works up the courage, and until then it's mostly breath and lips. But then there's that ginger bite of teeth nipping at skin, winding a slow path up the column of his neck until she playfully nips at an earlobe.]
Reply
He watches her role the dice, and is more than satisfied with the results. The dice. It's like they know him. He can't help noticing the flush spreading across her pale cheeks... But he's distracted from that when she shifts closer, presses her body to his and there are suddenly more important things deserving his attention. She noses against his neck, and he tips his head to the side to make it easier for her- at least, he's telling himself it's not all about getting as much ground covered as possible. What? He's a fan of any and all rolls involving neck. Sue him.
Humming softly at her warm breath against his skin, he sets his drink down, rests his hands about her waist. It's a light nip, teeth barely closing at all but he's not complaining, only sighing quietly as her mouth makes its way to his ear. He grins at that nip to his earlobe- initiative! He likes that.
His eyes slip closed briefly and he tips his head forward against hers before reaching for the dice. He scoops them up, tosses them, and cranes his neck to get a look at the results.]
'Nibble' 'Below Waist'
[His lips twitch. Foreplay dice his ass.]
Reply
Nibble below waist.
If there was a moment where she was going to back out, this would probably be it. Her body does tense, her fingers tightening and stilling against Cas' back, but it's only for a moment, more out of surprise. She hadn't looked at the dice too closely first time around; she hadn't realized exactly what sort of combinations they could end up with.
She pulls her head away just a little, her hands again stroking against his back, shifting to curving patterns. Just enough space between them so that she can look up into his blue eyes. She takes a breath, a lop-sided smile curving her lips.]
Is this the part where I take off my clothes?
Reply
If you want it to be, yeah.
[He returns her smile, thumbs stroking at her sides. Now, make no mistake, Cas would very much like to keep this moving... But he's not about to push, that's not how he operates. He's like a venus fly trap, he waits for people to come to him willingly.
Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, he's not that predatory. Point being, whatever goes on here won't extend past Arianna's comfort zone, wherever that may be.]
Reply
That is... how it works, isn't it?
[For a moment there, she misreads his accepting nature for a lack of understanding as to the mechanics of sexual interactions. It eventually sinks in, something in the way that his hands stroke along her sides, the way he smiles at her, that look in his eyes. She pauses, bites her bottom lip very briefly, looking a bit chagrined.]
Oh-- right. I do want to.
[She reaches down to the buttons of the skirt at the small of her back, letting them come undone, thick fabric sliding to her feet in a rustle of black fabric. Which leaves her in decidedly unimaginative black cotton panties, black stockings, a garter belt, sleek black boots that go to mid-shin, and her corset.
For all Arianna's obliviousness, she dresses like someone's fetish dream, though it's actually more anachronistic than sexual; she's older than she looks.]
Reply
Someone's fetish dream, indeed... Though the effect is somewhat lost on Cas, considering his exposure to what other people may fantasize about is a bit limited. Not that he doesn't appreciate it- he always appreciates a lovely woman in his cabin. He leans forward, presses a light kiss to her lips before pulling back to determine where the best place for this might be.
...He's thinking bed. Is that presumptuous of him?
Whatever, cross that bridge when they come to it. He nudges her backward until the backs of her knees bump against the egde of the bed.]
You'll probably be more comfortable here. Lay back.
Reply
She leans in, kisses him as their lips meet softly. She lets Cas nudge her body back until her knees hit the bed. Maybe not presumptuous, but it is that quiet hint of exactly where this is heading. She doesn't mind, she doesn't think. Pleasure, something that feels good is definitely a hopeful thing.
She nods, letting her body sink down onto the bed, leaning back on her elbows so she can look up at him. Yeah, okay, so her heart's racing, but she's not really well-acquainted with sex. This is all good so far; nice, pleasant, a soft exhale of breath, smiling up at Cas just a little uncertainly.]
Reply
Hm. As nice as the corset looks, he has a feeling it's going to get in the way, and so he reaches behind her, tugs lightly at the strings as he nips gently at her skin. So it's cheating a bit... He's over it. Edging his body down slightly, he lets one of his hands smooth up an exposed thigh, fingers skimming over the skin in a somewhat exploratory fashion; he likes to touch, especially like this, especially a new partner.
He pulls his mouth away from where it'd been occupied at the side of her neck and drags it down to her thigh instead, kisses a trail up to the sliver of skin where her corset and the edge of her underwear don't quite meet and glances up at her through his eyelashes. Just one last check to make sure, and when he doesn't see anything other than maybe nervous anticipation, he slips a finger up under the side of the light dark fabric, hooks it in and slides it down a hair before nibbling gently at the newly exposed skin of her hip.]
Reply
She murmurs, her eyelashes fluttering as her head falls back for a moment as Cas's fingers pull at the red leather cord that laces up the back. It loosens, starts to slide away from her chest a little. But then he's pulling back, a hand sliding up one of her slender thighs, followed by lips. The kisses up her leg earn Cas a soft near-moan, the way they move up to the space between her corset and her underwear. Her toes curl and her body feels hot under his hands. She's flushed, a little bit nervous, but the more they touch, the more she wants it, too.
Her breath catches as his finger hooks into the side of thin cotton, sliding it down and exposing slender hips. Her heart is racing in her chest as his lips press to the exposed skin, teeth pressing in, nibbling against the flesh and she leans into it a little. Her breathing low, a little rushed, hot with arousal as she looks at him down the length of her body.]
Reply
Your roll.
[He's half joking- he's more than willing to forget the dice and just go with it, but he wouldn't say no to another roll or two, just because. He presses soft kisses to the side of her neck as he waits for her decision; he's not about to waste time at this point.]
Reply
Leave a comment