[ It's been almost two weeks since Korone's season ended. Plenty enough time for her to recover.
By the end of it all, her brain had been reduced to total mush. Physically … oof. Big oof. Donnie and Eve had been amazing throughout, making sure she ate and kept hydrated, even when all she'd wanted was. Well. Them. Their presence, their warmth, touch weight taste, anything they were willing to give, anything, everything, everything, everything. She's pretty sure she remembers grumbling about wanting to eat out her pretty pretty pretty mate, not a stupid protein bar … So.
Yeah. It had been all kinds of a lot.
She definitely remembers begging Donnie to give her a proper mark; a permanent mark. Remembers tearing up when he'd denied her, too lost in hormones to properly appreciate how hard he must have been white knuckling his grip on Common Sense and Restraint. And with that in mind, once she'd finally felt recovered enough to pick up a sewing needle … Choco Korone had gotten to work.
Now it's a Saturday. Better yet, it's a free Saturday; she's not due back at work until Monday afternoon, and she knows that Donnie doesn't have anything planned at least for today. Perfect. She double triple quadruple checks her masterpiece. Gives herself a once over (twice, three times) in the mirror, complete with a silent pep talk.
Deep breath.
She takes the photograph: A tasteful selfie of herself wearing a spicy little number sewn entirely by hand, complete with fishnet tights and a flash of a teasing smile. The collar, chest piece, and sleeves are a familiar purple colour — and if he looks close enough at said collar, he may just be able to make out a very, very familiar logo, subtly embroidered in thread just a couple of shades lighter — while the rest is black
Another deep breath.
She hits send.
And then …
She flops down in her desk chair, pulls out a comic book, and waits. ]
By the end of it all, her brain had been reduced to total mush. Physically … oof. Big oof. Donnie and Eve had been amazing throughout, making sure she ate and kept hydrated, even when all she'd wanted was. Well. Them. Their presence, their warmth, touch weight taste, anything they were willing to give, anything, everything, everything, everything. She's pretty sure she remembers grumbling about wanting to eat out her pretty pretty pretty mate, not a stupid protein bar … So.
Yeah. It had been all kinds of a lot.
She definitely remembers begging Donnie to give her a proper mark; a permanent mark. Remembers tearing up when he'd denied her, too lost in hormones to properly appreciate how hard he must have been white knuckling his grip on Common Sense and Restraint. And with that in mind, once she'd finally felt recovered enough to pick up a sewing needle … Choco Korone had gotten to work.
Now it's a Saturday. Better yet, it's a free Saturday; she's not due back at work until Monday afternoon, and she knows that Donnie doesn't have anything planned at least for today. Perfect. She double triple quadruple checks her masterpiece. Gives herself a once over (twice, three times) in the mirror, complete with a silent pep talk.
Deep breath.
She takes the photograph: A tasteful selfie of herself wearing a spicy little number sewn entirely by hand, complete with fishnet tights and a flash of a teasing smile. The collar, chest piece, and sleeves are a familiar purple colour — and if he looks close enough at said collar, he may just be able to make out a very, very familiar logo, subtly embroidered in thread just a couple of shades lighter — while the rest is black
Another deep breath.
She hits send.
And then …
She flops down in her desk chair, pulls out a comic book, and waits. ]
[Donnie knows her season has ended. The smell isn't so cloying and calling to him and while it wasn't as dangerous for HER to be in season as it was for HIM, it was]
[Definitely a lot.]
[He could keep himself sane, but it was certainly a challenge.]
[And then]
[He gets a picture of THAT from Choco. It was showing off her LEGS. There were FISHNETS and PURPLE and he was starting to write a text-]
[Then he sees the logo.]
[...]
[She was exposing her legs, she was still in the apartment.]
[HER DOOR SLAMS OPEN.]
[Definitely a lot.]
[He could keep himself sane, but it was certainly a challenge.]
[And then]
[He gets a picture of THAT from Choco. It was showing off her LEGS. There were FISHNETS and PURPLE and he was starting to write a text-]
[Then he sees the logo.]
[...]
[She was exposing her legs, she was still in the apartment.]
[HER DOOR SLAMS OPEN.]
[ It's a very comfy chair. Leather. Ergonomic. Modified to suit a pigeon girl with a thirteen foot wingspan. She's lounging in it at her ease, having only just opened the front page of her comic, when the door SLAMS OPEN with enough force that she's a little surprised it doesn't come off its hinges.
She doesn't jump.
Swivels around to face him, grinning, her cheeks flushed pink, and, yep, she's still wearing it, toned legs on display beneath the fishnets. ]
So, you like it?
She doesn't jump.
Swivels around to face him, grinning, her cheeks flushed pink, and, yep, she's still wearing it, toned legs on display beneath the fishnets. ]
So, you like it?
[What little self control he had was to not slam that door open full force.]
[He's at the door and then he isn't, hands on either side of her chair and face pressed to her collarbone, nipping lightly there.]
You absolute menace.
[He's at the door and then he isn't, hands on either side of her chair and face pressed to her collarbone, nipping lightly there.]
You absolute menace.
[ Hot damn. ]
[ She forgets, sometimes, just how fast her boy can move when he wants to. She laughs, a sparkle in her smile and a twinkle in her eye, and tilts her head back to make space for him, bearing the long lines of her throat. ]
I'll take that as a yes. [ Smug? Her? Yep. He bullies her so often, it's always, always nice when she gets to turn the tables. She drops the comic onto her chest in favor of touching him, running her palms up his arms to his shoulders. ]
[ She forgets, sometimes, just how fast her boy can move when he wants to. She laughs, a sparkle in her smile and a twinkle in her eye, and tilts her head back to make space for him, bearing the long lines of her throat. ]
I'll take that as a yes. [ Smug? Her? Yep. He bullies her so often, it's always, always nice when she gets to turn the tables. She drops the comic onto her chest in favor of touching him, running her palms up his arms to his shoulders. ]
I want to bite your thighs so badly.
[There is a churr as she touches him as he continues to nuzzle her collarbone and shoulder.]
[Still...mostly hovering. Just holding on tight to the chair.]
[There is a churr as she touches him as he continues to nuzzle her collarbone and shoulder.]
[Still...mostly hovering. Just holding on tight to the chair.]
Hmm.
[ A hum, thoughtful, teasing. ]
Just my thighs?
[ The hum shifts into an answering churr as she squeezes his shoulders. As she trails her slow, deeply appreciative way down, down, down his sides to his hips. There, she tugs at him, half encouraging, half outright hauling him up to straddle her lap. ]
Because I've been thinking, Dokkun.
[ A hum, thoughtful, teasing. ]
Just my thighs?
[ The hum shifts into an answering churr as she squeezes his shoulders. As she trails her slow, deeply appreciative way down, down, down his sides to his hips. There, she tugs at him, half encouraging, half outright hauling him up to straddle her lap. ]
Because I've been thinking, Dokkun.
They're right there. You never show off your legs like that.
[He moves with the tug, another hard nip to her collarbone, before he settles on her lap. Hands finally moving from the chair to her sides where her SKIN is EXPOSED like the most tempting treat.]
I've also been thinking about something. Science and fun wise, though heavier on the science.
[He moves with the tug, another hard nip to her collarbone, before he settles on her lap. Hands finally moving from the chair to her sides where her SKIN is EXPOSED like the most tempting treat.]
I've also been thinking about something. Science and fun wise, though heavier on the science.
Mmmhm. [ He's not wrong.
She's been working on it, slowly, summoning up her courage to leave her room with calf-high socks instead of her usual thigh-highs or tights. This is the boldest she's ever been. And, okay, yeah, she is still in her room, but she'd like to think that it counts. ]
I know you like them — [ There's a hitching gasp at the nip, and a tell-tale throb of blossoming desire that has her shifting in her seat. She strokes a circle against his hips with her thumbs when he settles over her. ] Hm. Good boy.
Tell me your idea, then I'll tell you mine.
She's been working on it, slowly, summoning up her courage to leave her room with calf-high socks instead of her usual thigh-highs or tights. This is the boldest she's ever been. And, okay, yeah, she is still in her room, but she'd like to think that it counts. ]
I know you like them — [ There's a hitching gasp at the nip, and a tell-tale throb of blossoming desire that has her shifting in her seat. She strokes a circle against his hips with her thumbs when he settles over her. ] Hm. Good boy.
Tell me your idea, then I'll tell you mine.
[He churrs at the praise, fingers tracing slowly over her skin, moving back and forth over the full of her exposed thighs. Nuzzling and kissing over her collarbone and shoulder.]
You know how touch energy is a thing? There is a device from the research center. It gathers energy from people having intercourse. I've been curious to try it out, to have clear samples of energy to study. See if it's different from just platonic touching.
You know how touch energy is a thing? There is a device from the research center. It gathers energy from people having intercourse. I've been curious to try it out, to have clear samples of energy to study. See if it's different from just platonic touching.
[ It's funny how exposed she feels despite technically being decent. Ish. Decent ish. She wiggles in place, breath catching at the slow, almost ticklish paths he's drawing over skin and scars. ]
O-Oh, that ... I, hm, I saw it, but ... [ Slowly, she tips her head back against the headrest, giving him more space to work. Her hands slide up, skating slow and affectionate along his sides and up to his shoulders. Battleshell on today, or off? ] Wasn't sure. Mostly about selling. If it was just for you -
I'd be okay with it. I'm yours anyways.
O-Oh, that ... I, hm, I saw it, but ... [ Slowly, she tips her head back against the headrest, giving him more space to work. Her hands slide up, skating slow and affectionate along his sides and up to his shoulders. Battleshell on today, or off? ] Wasn't sure. Mostly about selling. If it was just for you -
I'd be okay with it. I'm yours anyways.
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2024-02-25 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
((from here))
[ half-laughing, half visibly flustered ]
Choco-chan...
[ help. here she is trying to counter her girlfriend and instead she goes and pulls out FEELINGS. what has she done to deserve this. NUZZLING INTO THE KISS and then going to steal one of her own— about as light, but pressed to Korone's mouth instead. ]
...I love you, too. And—
Thank you. For saying that. I'm... if someone asked me if I had self-esteem problems I'd fucking laugh, but. I definitely just smacked myself in the fucking face with baggage I didn't realize I was carrying around.
[ half-laughing, half visibly flustered ]
Choco-chan...
[ help. here she is trying to counter her girlfriend and instead she goes and pulls out FEELINGS. what has she done to deserve this. NUZZLING INTO THE KISS and then going to steal one of her own— about as light, but pressed to Korone's mouth instead. ]
...I love you, too. And—
Thank you. For saying that. I'm... if someone asked me if I had self-esteem problems I'd fucking laugh, but. I definitely just smacked myself in the fucking face with baggage I didn't realize I was carrying around.
Edited 2024-02-25 22:52 (UTC)
[ It's a kiss Korone is more than happy to meet, still light, but there's perhaps a little extra spice in the way she lingers in it, gently cupping Eve's cheek. ]
Sometimes these things don't hit you 'til they hit you. [ Another kiss, softer again. ]
I'll happily say it again, show you again, as many times as you want.
Sometimes these things don't hit you 'til they hit you. [ Another kiss, softer again. ]
I'll happily say it again, show you again, as many times as you want.
[ she makes a low noise, something that might have been on the edge of a rumble if she'd been in her other shape, and tilts her head into the kiss and Korone's hand. ]
...Show me, then?
...Show me, then?
[ Chirps, something happy and playful and warm - ]
With pleasure.
[ And she just, scoops Eve into her lap, and pretty soon those light kisses melt from sweet to heated intent; a slow, savoured exploration. ]
So - [ murmured without fully pulling away, ] how do you feel about - [ a gentle little nip, teasing, testing ]
With pleasure.
[ And she just, scoops Eve into her lap, and pretty soon those light kisses melt from sweet to heated intent; a slow, savoured exploration. ]
So - [ murmured without fully pulling away, ] how do you feel about - [ a gentle little nip, teasing, testing ]
[Korone will get a homemade present because of course. And this present is a Tech Art Easel. It can all be condensed down to a easily carried tube the size of a flashlight. It can be easily expanded out to an entire easel, into a more compact board to draw on, with various drawing utensils that can be stored in there, a paintbrush, and various pencils and pens. There is even a place to feed in paper to be rolled up and stored for on the go art projects. There is also a light, some straight edges, little arms to hold pictures or her phone for reference photos, and places to also store paint.]
[There is, of course, instructions for it.]
[All wrapped up in blue paper with feathers over it.]
[There is also some added chocolate strawberries and a selection of fancy hot chocolate bombs.]
[But presents aside, Donnie is also knocking on her bedroom door, dressed up in winter clothing.]
[There is, of course, instructions for it.]
[All wrapped up in blue paper with feathers over it.]
[There is also some added chocolate strawberries and a selection of fancy hot chocolate bombs.]
[But presents aside, Donnie is also knocking on her bedroom door, dressed up in winter clothing.]
[ - answers the door by IMMEDIATELY TACKLING HIM ]
Dokkun-!
Dokkun-!
[He catches her and does a spin.]
You like your present then?
You like your present then?
I love it! [ Koalas herself around him, lets around his waist, hands on his shoulders. ] I love you. Thank you so, so, so much, it's amazing.
[ Drops a kiss! On the snoot! ]
Already know how I'm gonna break it in.
[ Drops a kiss! On the snoot! ]
Already know how I'm gonna break it in.
[His hands rest on her thighs, helping support her. Kissing her back briefly.]
You do? That's good, its always nice to have the perfect tool for a project.
You do? That's good, its always nice to have the perfect tool for a project.
Yup. [ Her smile is pure sunshine, and all of her feathers are fluffed. All of them. ]
You. I wanna paint you. [ Another kiss, this time for real, long and lingering and sweet. ]
My beloved Dokkun.
You. I wanna paint you. [ Another kiss, this time for real, long and lingering and sweet. ]
My beloved Dokkun.
[He blushes at that.]
Ah.
...I do need a picture board. [Like he has for Mikey.]
Ah.
...I do need a picture board. [Like he has for Mikey.]
A picture board? For ... for my art?
[ Oh, now SHE'S blushing. ]
[ Oh, now SHE'S blushing. ]
[ Ah. Yep. YEP. Definitely blushing. ]
O-Oh. I -
[ Chirp ]
I ... I have - a lot of pieces I've, um -
[ ... Presses her forehead against his, wings fluttering ]
Made with you in mind.
O-Oh. I -
[ Chirp ]
I ... I have - a lot of pieces I've, um -
[ ... Presses her forehead against his, wings fluttering ]
Made with you in mind.
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