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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

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Thank you.

[Arianna takes her glass when it's offered, flashing a slightly uneven smile at him. She raises her glass to his and takes a small sip of her drink that's rapidly followed by another much more sizable one. Her nerves likely shows in how quickly she finishes that first glass of absinthe, but she wants this, in some strange way, even unemotional creature that she tends to be

Sorry for lack of tags today! Yard work all day. I am so tired / possibly sunburnt fml. Tomorrow!

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[Arianna smiles at the way he reacts, tipping his head to the side, the way his breath almost hums on his lips, his hands moving to her waist. She leans in a little closer, liking the warmth of his body, the way he touches her seeming like approval, which is encouraging. Her hands palm against his back, fingertips dragging down his spine. Their heads press together, her lips quirking as she can hear the side roll, feels him shift to get a look at the results. She isn't concerned until she hears him say it.

Nibble below waistIf 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

UUUUGH SUNBURN D8 no buenoooo

[heavenonhigh]

[He feels her tense, notices the way her fingers slow at his back, and when she pulls back and glances up at him, he can feel a slight sense of hesitation on her part. That's fine.]

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.]

Awful. So awful omgggg. /crays

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[She frowns, looking up at Cas, her eyebrows pulling together as confusion flits in her mismatched eyes.]

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.]

8'C

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[Cas? Misunderstanding the mechanics of sex? Never in a million five years! His lips twitch as it dawns on her that he's giving her an out, if she wants it... And they curl into a full-on grin when she decides she doesn't. She reaches back, undoes her buttons and he reaches out to curl his hands around her waist as the skirt slides to the floor.

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.

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[She trusts Cas' understanding of the mechanics involved -- it's her own comprehension she's a bit less than certain about. His hands curl around her waist, and she leans into the touch. She silently decides that skin on skin like this is pleasant, nice, makes her want more as emerald green dances in sparks across her vision.

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.]

Rofl Cas is like >:| CORSETS HOW DO?

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[If there's one thing Cas is all about, it's pleasure. Arianna settles herself on the bed, props her body up on her elbows and he leans down, presses his lips to hers again briefly before pulling away to nose at her neck, drag his mouth down and over her collarbone

lolol. :D Modern corsets amuse Ari. She likes them. xP

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[Arianna murmurs, a low sigh humming on her lips as Cas' lips brush against hers, and then drag against her neck, and down over her collarbone. She likes this, the way the absinthe sparks green at the low glint of light in his cabin, the way that his hands are warm against her soft skin, sparking heat in her body

Corsets in general are lovely c:

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[He grins against her skin at the reaction he's getting- it's what he'd been aiming for, after all. His eyes dart up meet hers, darker than they had been, slightly hooded and clouded with lust; he likes to touch, and her reaction only adds to the desire burning low in his gut. It's made even more pleasant by the fog of the absinthe swirling around in his head, green and sparkling, and he shifts his body up, rests his hand at her inner thigh as he noses at her neck.]

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.]