RNG says 5. Lolololol. Hope some timefuckery is okay, haha.arighteousladyFebruary 15 2012, 18:46:03 UTC
[Deanna was currently lying on the floor, stripped down to a sports bra and her denims, sprawled out on a fuzzy blanket, her pupils blown. Not what she'd intended when she'd come to his cabin, but really? Future her? Was a total douchebag. Cas- scruffy, stoned, let's get cleaned up for the orgy though he might be- was still preferable to staring into her own face and thinking about how she just didn't even care any more.
It had started off with booze, Deanna finding herself surprised as Cas matched her shot for shot, despite the lack of angel-powered tolerance. But, if there was one thing she was certain about? It was that there wasn't a world in which awkward, backwards-tie Cas was going to out drink her. Or outdo her when it came to illicit substances. Feels good, man was her coping mechanism, fuck if she was going to let him get the better of her here, Apocalypse or not. Not to mention that being blitzed out of her mind meant she didn't have to think about Zachariah's accusations that this world was all her fault. This
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BUT OF COURSE. Urgh cannot concentrate at the schooool gfdi...heavenonhighFebruary 16 2012, 16:04:43 UTC
[Of course he'd matched her shot for shot-- he'd learned from the best, hadn't he? Where does she think he'd learned this particular method of coping? He'd accepted the unspoken challenge easily, not willing to be outdone, not even by Deanna; his pride, though perhaps ridiculous to an outsider, is really all he has left in this shithole of a world. This is what he does. This is his thing now.
His pride may have been a bit misplaced, though, because he's just as messed up as she is right now, which is either a horrible loss or the greatest win, he can't be sure. He's sitting cross-legged next to her, fingers absently stroking at the roughness of the beads coiled around his wrist, moving from the hard lumpy texture to the softness of the string holding them together like it's the most fascinating sensation ever. Which it is, at least for the moment.
Dimly aware that she's speaking through the rush of sensation, he turns slowly, blinking down at her as she repeats his name.]
Mmm?
[He tips to the side, because in this condition
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Today is lack of concentration day, lolol. I'm rewatching s6! AU/fanfic goodness. :3arighteousladyFebruary 16 2012, 17:06:42 UTC
[It's admittedly been a while since Deanna has dabbled into illicit substances; drugs and guns and monsters just isn't the best cocktail. Right now she can hardly fathom why it's been so long, when this feeling, the way that everything feels is amazing. Even her tongue tingles where it touches against the roof of her mouth or the enamel of her teeth. The blanket under her body feels the best thing this ruined world has to offer. It doesn't feel like fiber, it feels so soft and silky, and it draws warmth through her languid limbs.
What she wouldn't give for a vibrating bed... But, even that's a distant thought through the blissfully distracting omnipresence of sensation
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AU fiiiiic!heavenonhighFebruary 18 2012, 00:35:36 UTC
[His arm draws across her body, bending to wrap around her and curl a hand over her shoulder. He hasn't managed to pick his head up from the blanket, though he does move a bit, shifting so that his nose brushes against her skin, a hot, tingling sensation sensation that draws a gasp from lips parted against the fuzzy fibres.]
Mmhm...
[He lets his fingers stroke and press against the bare skin of her shoulder, and it's so much more than everything else, so much better, and he shifts closer, body dragging over the blanket in a way that's just this side of too much, to bury his face in the side of her neck. He can feel the heat of his own breath against his face as it comes in short huffs and quiet gasps against her skin at the way that strands of Deanna'as hair brush against his cheek
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It seriously might happen soon...... Or at least an AU 'verse for RP stuffs. Lol.arighteousladyFebruary 18 2012, 10:35:58 UTC
[Deanna's breath hitches, a flutter of her eyelashes and she shifts into it as his arm wraps around her, presses to her shoulder. It tingles, hot and intense, hugging that knife's edge of too much. She murmurs, low and heated as he shifts closer into her body. She's not sure if she likes the blanket or Cas better against her skin, but thankfully she doesn't have to choose.
And then he's not just holding onto her arm, his fingers are trailing against bare skin, leaving thin trails of heat and sensation that make her shake, press into his touch like the hedonistic creature she is. They're both pressing together, and she murmurs low as his face presses into the side of her neck. And honestly? She was too far gone to even care about Zachariah. Of course, it's not like she'd be too concerned about whether the holy douchebag was watching or not, outside of a few sharp comments. Deanna and modesty weren't words that belonged comfortably in the same sentence together
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Awwww yeah!heavenonhighFebruary 18 2012, 18:17:43 UTC
[He likes the way she presses into his fingers, likes the acknowledgement that it's as pleasant for Deanna as it is for him; the only thing better than this feeling is sharing it with someone else. Touching is good, but feeling reactions to that touch that change the way the sensations shiver through his body is better, so much better and he sighs contentedly as fingers continue to ghost over Deanna's skin
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/sidetracked for hours. The internet is awwwful.arighteousladyFebruary 23 2012, 20:12:42 UTC
[Deanna rather wants to stay like this. It's warm and pleasant, and only her rough denims is something rough and too-intense against her sensitized nerves to be pleasant. Taking them off would be stellar, but she's a bit too gone, too distracted to manage that. She murmurs in soft pleasure as Cas keeps touching her, as her hands slide against his skin. The way his ribs feel under skin makes her shiver, lean in closer to his hands, to the simple press of their bodies against one another.
He curses, and it distantly makes her grin. She can't even such words from her Cas, but the fact that they ended up like this at all was rather incongruous to the one that she knows. But at the moment, it's good enough to not care. It's good enough to just lean into the warmth and the pressure and the contact and only care about touching more, feeling more, getting closer. Fuck Zachariah and whatever the Hell he was trying to teach her, this was perfect. Cas, breathing him in, absent drag of lips against his face as her hands erratically map
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/sidetracked for hours. The internet is awwwful.arighteousladyFebruary 23 2012, 20:29:20 UTC
[Deanna rather wants to stay like this. It's warm and pleasant, and only her rough denims is something rough and too-intense against her sensitized nerves to be pleasant. Taking them off would be stellar, but she's a bit too gone, too distracted to manage that. She murmurs in soft pleasure as Cas keeps touching her, as her hands slide against his skin. The way his ribs feel under skin makes her shiver, lean in closer to his hands, to the simple press of their bodies against one another.
He curses, and it distantly makes her grin. She can't even such words from her Cas, but the fact that they ended up like this at all was rather incongruous to the one that she knows. But at the moment, it's good enough to not care. It's good enough to just lean into the warmth and the pressure and the contact and only care about touching more, feeling more, getting closer. Fuck Zachariah and whatever the Hell he was trying to teach her, this was perfect. Cas, breathing him in, absent drag of lips against his face as her hands erratically map
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rofl I totally understand dude... tumblr got me yesterday =/ that and the grouchiness ugh :|heavenonhighFebruary 24 2012, 21:00:09 UTC
[Pleasure does make everything better. This world and all of the miserable people in it, the croates and the demons and the total lack of any hope that they might be able to fix things... Like this it's easy to forget, and Cas means to take full advantage of that, enjoy these few hours of being blissfully out of his mind. He knows it's entirely irresponsible, taking it to this extreme; if something happened, if there was a raid or even just one demon or croate running around in the camp he'd be utterly unable to do anything about it
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It had started off with booze, Deanna finding herself surprised as Cas matched her shot for shot, despite the lack of angel-powered tolerance. But, if there was one thing she was certain about? It was that there wasn't a world in which awkward, backwards-tie Cas was going to out drink her. Or outdo her when it came to illicit substances. Feels good, man was her coping mechanism, fuck if she was going to let him get the better of her here, Apocalypse or not. Not to mention that being blitzed out of her mind meant she didn't have to think about Zachariah's accusations that this world was all her fault. This ( ... )
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His pride may have been a bit misplaced, though, because he's just as messed up as she is right now, which is either a horrible loss or the greatest win, he can't be sure. He's sitting cross-legged next to her, fingers absently stroking at the roughness of the beads coiled around his wrist, moving from the hard lumpy texture to the softness of the string holding them together like it's the most fascinating sensation ever. Which it is, at least for the moment.
Dimly aware that she's speaking through the rush of sensation, he turns slowly, blinking down at her as she repeats his name.]
Mmm?
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What she wouldn't give for a vibrating bed... But, even that's a distant thought through the blissfully distracting omnipresence of sensation ( ... )
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Mmhm...
[He lets his fingers stroke and press against the bare skin of her shoulder, and it's so much more than everything else, so much better, and he shifts closer, body dragging over the blanket in a way that's just this side of too much, to bury his face in the side of her neck. He can feel the heat of his own breath against his face as it comes in short huffs and quiet gasps against her skin at the way that strands of Deanna'as hair brush against his cheek ( ... )
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And then he's not just holding onto her arm, his fingers are trailing against bare skin, leaving thin trails of heat and sensation that make her shake, press into his touch like the hedonistic creature she is. They're both pressing together, and she murmurs low as his face presses into the side of her neck. And honestly? She was too far gone to even care about Zachariah. Of course, it's not like she'd be too concerned about whether the holy douchebag was watching or not, outside of a few sharp comments. Deanna and modesty weren't words that belonged comfortably in the same sentence together ( ... )
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He curses, and it distantly makes her grin. She can't even such words from her Cas, but the fact that they ended up like this at all was rather incongruous to the one that she knows. But at the moment, it's good enough to not care. It's good enough to just lean into the warmth and the pressure and the contact and only care about touching more, feeling more, getting closer. Fuck Zachariah and whatever the Hell he was trying to teach her, this was perfect. Cas, breathing him in, absent drag of lips against his face as her hands erratically map ( ... )
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He curses, and it distantly makes her grin. She can't even such words from her Cas, but the fact that they ended up like this at all was rather incongruous to the one that she knows. But at the moment, it's good enough to not care. It's good enough to just lean into the warmth and the pressure and the contact and only care about touching more, feeling more, getting closer. Fuck Zachariah and whatever the Hell he was trying to teach her, this was perfect. Cas, breathing him in, absent drag of lips against his face as her hands erratically map ( ... )
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