Open December Catchall

[nadine_he_loves]

WHO: Nadine and OPEN
WHAT: Horizon and Nott catchall for the month
WHEN: December
WHERE: Nott and The Horizon
WARNINGS: Will add as needed!



Nott

When not working - and with the weather turning, she's working more hours - Nadine can be found in the common room of the inn with a warm drink and a book, or at the lake's edge with a basket and heavy boots and cloak, gathering ingredients for the herbalist she works for, or behind the inn practicing with her fire magic. And of course she can be found at Nan Maeda's Tonics and Tinctures, the herbalist healer's shop where she's found employment. She mostly collects and prepares ingredients for her elderly employer, but she's learning and that's as important as the money.

Horizon

With the coming of the cold months, Nadine's domain reflects the season. Gone are the autumn leaves and the blue skies, snow covering the little slice of New England town that she's created for herself. The sky is overcast and white string lights and garlands have begun appearing. There's a towering Christmas tree in the square in front of the white wooden church, and the shop windows have old fashioned holiday displays in them. It bears a striking resemblance to something Norman Rockwell would have painted.

Nadine herself is often in the square, at the gazebo by the skeletal carousel, or in her own little cottage at the edge of 'town'. Easily identified as hers, as it's the only home with a shoveled walk and puffs of smoke coming out of the chimney. Sometimes the smell of baking or sound of music wafts out...

(Specific starters in comments, hit me up if you'd like one!)

Comments

[cointosser]

[Oh, with all these compliments, how was he to focus at all? (Really, it isn't the compliments that distract him. It's the lovely cascade of hair over one shoulder, white as the snow outside. It matches her pale skin -- though in the light of the barn, with the sun movement, she's taken on more of a golden glow to him. Except for her lingerie, of course. White, just like her. Like the creams of her clothes he finds she tends to. Everything to emphasize that hair.

The opposite of some people he knows, all pale skin and black leather. This is soft edges where he was all sharp corners.

He sits up, leaning back on his hands. His body, of course, is all hers to take in as she wishes.] A game? [Now that is how one keeps Jaskier's full attentions, despite the tease of breasts and belly.] I do love games. Am I to even know what game it is, first?

[Asked as if he hasn't already basically agreed.]

[nadine_he_loves]

I promise it's very easy.

[Nadine's hands rest on his bare lower legs as she kneels in front of him, smiling a little smile. There's a notable flirtatious tone in her voice now, as she grows more comfortable. Her hands stay where they are, just a little promise of further and more involved touching.

Which is exactly what she has in mind.]

But you have to lie back down. And then you're going to put your hands flat at your sides and you aren't going to move them until I tell you that you can.

[Not phrased as questions this time. Jaskier was very clear that he's open to giving her all the control, this is her way of exercising that.

And he'll enjoy it.]

[cointosser]

[It wouldn't matter if it were easy or hard; as long as Nadine continues to look at him like that, he would agree to either. Speaking of being easy.

He shivers lightly, a lovely little trail of bumps alighting up his legs from where he hands rest on them; he must bite his tongue to all but beg her to move them. The smallest of touches. Even the gentle scraping of nails on very sensitive skin.

Right. He's supposed to be listening. Obeying, even. It was the agreement.]

I'm not sure this is very easy at all, actually. [He smiles, though, taking a kiss from her cheek while he can. And then he does as she asks: he lays back, his hands smoothing across the furs as his back lays flat, until his hands are at his side. Only laying on top of fur for now. He imagines he will be gripping it quite soon.] Or did you mean it was only easy for you?

[nadine_he_loves]

Well...it starts out easy.

[Once he's lying down again, Nadine's hands move. Slowly, sliding gently up along his legs. There's no harm in taking her time a little bit, taking in all of him. The flickering lantern light casts shadows across Jaskier's form that draw her eyes. She does like to look at him, and something about how eagerly and joyously he displays himself dispels any shame.]

But it wouldn't be a very good game if there wasn't any challenge.

[She continues to move up his body, fingertips trailing up along his thighs but diverting at the last moment, tracing along the outer edges of his hips as she crawls over him and straddles his legs. It's surprising, how exciting this feels. How much she's already aroused.]

And at least you still have fun if you lose.

[Hands pressing against his chest now as she leans down to press her mouth to his throat.]

[cointosser]

You know... contrary to most beliefs -- [He stops in distraction, her hands smoothing up his legs in the most perfect way to bring with them a wave of heat. For a moment, he needs only breath, eyes fluttering closed.] I enjoy the easy games. No challenges at all.

[All right, that wasn't true. He's simply enjoying her banter, and. And, of course, the way her hands track across his skin. With his eyes closed, it is only a guess where she meant to touch next, and the anticipation alone is enough to prickle his arms with goosebumps.]

Fuck. That feels wonderful. [It's slow, but methodical; more importantly, it is Nadine taking her time and... experimenting, perhaps that's the word. Finding what she can take from him. Or finding what she wants to take.

He opens his eyes, feeling her dipping down. Closer. Heat flares up his throat, leaving streaks of pink.] I look forward to losing, then.

[But he's doing so well so far. His hands are above his head, fingers twisted together, tangled but not holding tight.]

[nadine_he_loves]

You're doing very well so far.

[Nadine is experimenting. It may be tame, but this is only her second extra-marital encounter.

Jaskier's reactions are encouraging. She lingers on his neck and throat, applying lips and tongue more liberally as she grows more comfortable. Her mouth works its way beneath his ear and gently, as though testing, she catches his skin between her teeth for a brief moment.

Her hands stay busy, gliding over the well defined muscles of his chest, tracing the lines of musculature with interest. A fleeting image crosses her mind, Jaskier bare-chested and chopping wood by a lake. He could probably lift and carry her with ease...]

But I'm looking forward to it, too.

[cointosser]

Mmm. [Oh, he likes being told it so simply. You're doing very well. It's a hint of that teacher voice, he imagines. A firm compliment to encourage proper behavior. Oh, who wouldn't think of it? It's a very common fantasy.

And she has a lovely, soft voice. Very heartening.

His breath catches in his throat. Of course he's had rough and soft alike, but there is certainly stanzas upon stanzas to be written in appreciation of the slow, the methodical. That she goes so steadily slow makes his anticipation roil in his chest, until his fingers are curling for only a hint more. Like a bite of her teeth. His back begins to arch.]

I don't mind teeth. [Hers are far from the sharpest, at any rate.] If that's what you'd like to grant me.

[nadine_he_loves]

Mmm, but do you like it?

[There's a far cry between not minding something and actively enjoying it.

But Nadine's teeth scrape along the hollow of his throat as she moves back down, her mouth back-tracking the path her hands have made. Her hair falls over her shoulders and brushes against Jaskier's bare skin as she kisses down his chest.

Every moment makes her bolder. Taking charge and doing as she pleases is growing more and more comfortable. Beyond that, she's enjoying it. The little thrill of power, the sight of him stretched out beneath her, the sounds he makes. Even the taste of his skin under her lips and tongue as she continues working her way downwards, tracing a line down his abdomen.

She's on a direct and very obvious path. The game is about to get more challenging.]

[cointosser]

[He flushes, cheeks to his neck, extending more neck with his head to the side as an offering. Perhaps it's answer enough, but he nods and, then remembering his words, adds:] Yes. Oh, yes. I love it.

[Everything she's doing, really. Watching her explore (all right, his eyes are closed, but feeling it) is absolutely lovely. No longer do her hands hesitate, her words no longer so soft.

She had a point, though. This is better, in some ways, without the herbs. This is her as she is. Unfettered.

It is getting harder. His fingers tangle with one another tighter, nails biting in.] You're doing wonderfully. I promise. That direction? A very good one. [He shifts his hips, inviting.] Yes, right. Down there.

[nadine_he_loves]

[Nadine chuckles lightly, and contemplates playfully reprimanding him. Who's giving the orders here? But she isn't taking the 'rules' of this game very seriously, and lets it go. Besides, she has something else to concentrate on right now.

Keeping in the spirit of things, she leaves her hands out of it. They go to the fur on either side of Jaskier's hips, to steady herself. Her hair moves along his skin and she doesn't shake it back, letting it fall around her face and across his body.

It's funny, how little shifts in dynamic can change an act so much. Going down on Harold had always been a distasteful chore - that luckily never took long. With Flagg it was just one small bit of a greater experience that defies comparison, there was very little thought or consideration given. Right now, there's a little surge of that power she's glimpsed here and there between the sheets.

She looks up through her fall of hair and meets his eyes as she begins, taking the head of his cock between her lips without hesitation.]

[cointosser]

[He would argue it's encouragement, not an order, but. All right, he's a little bossy. It happens when he's being teased. And when he's already losing, the grip on his own fingers turning tight.

It only grows tighter as she moves down his body. He opens his eyes, lifts his head, to watch all of that white hair sliding intimately down his skin, all the brighter than it's the direct opposite of the dark curls of his chest, down his groin, leading her to her. Ah. Destination.

Or, well. He's hoping it is, but he gave her control, and she can do with it what she wills, whether it's his satisfaction or only a tease.

Jaskier does sigh, though, a shudder running through him, as lips fall around him. At the sight of her face, taking what she wants. Fuck. How could a man not absolutely love the look of it?

His head falls back, her name far too close to a groan. It's taking everything in him not to reach for her hair. He won't lose. Yet.]

[nadine_he_loves]

[Nadine could draw it out, take it as slow as she'd taken exploring his body. But she wants Jaskier to lose. That's sort of the whole point. But watching him struggle to keep his hands in place is exciting.

How long can he hold out?

She works her mouth down him and back up, no teeth in use here, just lips and the flat of her tongue. She knows she's good at this, not that it's exactly rocket science. But there's a skill involved, in knowing just the right places to press her tongue and tighten her lips.

And still she watches him through the veil of her hair, enjoying the way his face moves in pleasure and how he says her name.]