[ dec / open ] what even is the point of december without christmas presents?

[princessvegas]

WHO: Julie + others
WHAT: December catchall
WHERE: Places
WHEN: December
WARNINGS: Language, etc. Specific cws in subject headings.

[ ooc: dec catchall, starters in comments, bitchcraft or bitchcraft#2753 to plot. ]

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[princessvegas]

[ The only response is a purr, muffled around his cock, a faux innocent "Mmm?". She lets her eyes fall closed when her nose brushes his stomach, stays there for a moment with her nails dug into his leg and then pulls back with a debauched slurp. Her lipstick is smeared in the corner of her mouth, leaving shimmery fuchsia blotches everywhere.

Hips still in the air, she gently dislodges his hand with wet fingers, presses her lips to his knuckles. Her eyes are dark under her lashes and her voice is just a kittenish whine between sweeps of her tongue and hand. ] Come for me?

[ She doesn't wait before she devours him again. ]

[gynvael]

[ They are obscene noises, and they send a flush of heat through him each time. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. Her fingers curl around his wrist when she kisses his knuckles; they're slick, leaving herself behind on his skin.

He reaches out to wipe a smear of lipstick from the corner of her mouth just before she dips back down. He does not, frankly, remember answering her or not. Probably isn't important.

His nails dig into her shoulder, or maybe a cushion. He isn't paying attention. An electric tension builds, crackles, and then he does exactly as she asks, his grip tightening. There are a few seconds where his head is just. Blank. And it's good, a more than welcome space that he sinks into. When he blinks back, he coaxes her up, closer, to taste himself on her tongue.

Yeah. Mm. That. He sighs, but unlike most of his sighs, this one is contented. ] You're making it fucking hard to go back.

[princessvegas]

[ She breathes out a satisfied, almost smug noise, swallows without a blink, and when he pulls her back up to him, she stretches out languidly on top of him. Her fingers curl against his jaw, her kiss slow and indulgent, then she settles into the space next to him with a sigh of her own. One arm drapes over his chest. ]

So stay a while. I'm not goin' back until tomorrow. [ It's a relaxed, almost dreamy murmur. She finds it difficult to imagine that the world will fall apart if he leaves for more than a few hours. It's not like he's caring for actual children. ] And I'll make it out there soon. I don't think we'll stay in Nott past the winter.

[ Nadine's nervousness about Thorne is ever increasing, and Julie's desire to be with the people she cares for is beginning to outweigh her desire to stay away from the politics of Cadens. She can't foresee them sticking around much longer than it takes to actually save all the necessary money to get there. ]

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[gynvael]

[ Stay awhile. It feels that easy when she says it. He supposes it is. No one's waiting for him back in Cadens; they know he's at Sam's, that he isn't going anywhere any time soon. And he isn't eager to return so he can be slammed with a full reminder of what happened.

Fuck it. He stays. And yeah: he'd feel better with them out of Nott, solely so they aren't alone out there with no one to watch their backs. Especially not when he knows they're out of place in this world: its magic, its monsters, its way of life. He answers with a sound of acknowledgement. When they come, there will be a place for them.

It's the first time, other than their initial trip in, that he's remained in the Horizon through the night. He isn't even certain if the sleep he gets inside counts; time is malleable and strange in the Horizon sometimes—but he does sleep, for what it's worth, and it's more than he's gotten since he was dragged back to Thorne. ]