Rita Mordio (
negativegate) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-01-31 09:27 pm
[audio]
[There’s no visual, but as you open this feed the first thing that can be heard is a low moan of a woman, obviously sounding relaxed, but also very pleasured.]
…Please, do that again.
So that was good? Do you want it a bit harder?
Yes, just a little bit harder, Rita…Maybe a little faster as well…
All right. Tell me if it's too much, okay? Now...how's...this? [There's a little grunt now.]
[Nothing is said, instead a squeak as she hits the right spot.] Yes, that’s wonderful. [Her voice is laced in pleasure, another low moan follows. ] Just a little more…!
[Rita sounds a bit breathless for her part.] Okay. Right here. Does that feel good?
Ah, yes! [A cry rings out, lingering on before Estelle sounds rather breathless as well…] That felt amazing. Should we switch now? [A creak of a bed can be heard.]
Yeah- [Rita sounds pretty eager! There's some more creaking, the rustling of sheets...] I mean, you were really into it...And you've done this way more than I have.
Well, I got a lot of practice back at the hot springs, so I think I’m rather good at it now. [She sure sounds proud of herself, and now the creaking ceases.]
I bet you'll be amazing, Estelle. [She makes a comfortable sigh.] Here, I'm ready for you.
[...and then audio shuts off]
[ooc: Just two friends giving each other back massages. :|b Red is Rita and pink is Estelle.]
…Please, do that again.
So that was good? Do you want it a bit harder?
Yes, just a little bit harder, Rita…Maybe a little faster as well…
All right. Tell me if it's too much, okay? Now...how's...this? [There's a little grunt now.]
[Nothing is said, instead a squeak as she hits the right spot.] Yes, that’s wonderful. [Her voice is laced in pleasure, another low moan follows. ] Just a little more…!
[Rita sounds a bit breathless for her part.] Okay. Right here. Does that feel good?
Ah, yes! [A cry rings out, lingering on before Estelle sounds rather breathless as well…] That felt amazing. Should we switch now? [A creak of a bed can be heard.]
Yeah- [Rita sounds pretty eager! There's some more creaking, the rustling of sheets...] I mean, you were really into it...And you've done this way more than I have.
Well, I got a lot of practice back at the hot springs, so I think I’m rather good at it now. [She sure sounds proud of herself, and now the creaking ceases.]
I bet you'll be amazing, Estelle. [She makes a comfortable sigh.] Here, I'm ready for you.
[...and then audio shuts off]
[ooc: Just two friends giving each other back massages. :|b Red is Rita and pink is Estelle.]

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That, and Rita thinks a real pervert would've enjoyed it, not seemed hurt by it. Even if it was misinterpreted, she does feel a little bad about his feelings--but it's cleared up now, so they can do their best to forget it!]
Thanks. You too.
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He feels bad that he thought she would do that even with Estelle! But he's more than happy to going back to thinking they're normal friends.
With that, he turns off the device, shoves it in the drawer (not the one with the doll!), and...takes a shower before going to bed. Even with that, though, sleep doesn't come that easily, and he's up early. He justifies this by reasoning that he did say she could come any time, and who's to say she won't come early?
Not that she's usually awake this early unless she was up all night... ]
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Just normal friends! Rita does feel completely different about Estelle and Tyr. And despite all the awkwardness, Rita does fall asleep easily later on--after cleaning up from the oil--likely thanks to Estelle's massage.
It isn't until later on, about midday, that she sends Tyr a message to let him know she's coming over. A part of her feels flustered still, but she really does want to try this out.]
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Normal friends are best! Or Tyr definitely thought that until last month. By the time he receives Rita's message, he's wide awake, clean (again), and feeling better about seeing her. It feels a little silly to keep worrying about something they can just forget about...
He returns to message to tell her she can just come in. When she does, he'll be waiting on the couch for her in a light, long-sleeved shirt and otherwise dressed as casually as usual. Does it really feel a little warmer today? ]
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Having normal friends and someone to love...Definitely the best. She doesn't bother knocking before she opens the door and steps in and, finding him on the couch, she smiles at him.]
Hey.
[The weather's gotten pretty weird (what's with the sand?), but she's shown up wearing the snowflake stockings--and the blue dress. He did want to see how they matched, after all, and Rita has to say it was a good choice.]
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Together and happy always the best. He wouldn't have in any other way. Seeing her smile - and in the clothes he chose!! - he feels excited. A broad smile comes to his face immediately as he stands up to greet her. ]
Hey, there you are.
[ Hug? He's going in for a hug now. ]
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It's everything they could want. There's no words for how pleased she is at seeing his expression light up.
And a hug! It wasn't all that long ago that she might've asked him what was wrong if he did that, but not anymore. They don't need a reason to hug each other. Rita automatically wraps her arms around him in return.]
Were you waiting?
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[ Now he doesn't need any excuse, and if his head wasn't over her shoulder as he hugged her, he could have seen his face light up more. Though in truth, half of the reason he wanted to hug her was just for that, and the other half was that he wanted to make sure she didn't hold his thoughts against him.
When he pulls away, he's assured enough to just be nonchalant. ] For a little while... I was up pretty early, so...
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[And since they sort of worked it out--and maybe because Estelle's massage did wonders in making her relax--Rita isn't holding him against him at all. She's also doing her best to not think about it, but.
Regardless, she's happy to see him, and smiles up at him. He definitely seems better, too, and she's glad for that.] Really? I almost felt like I could've slept all day. Estelle really knows her stuff.
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[ Estelle's massage must have also been amazing, too. Seeing how happy and relaxed he is now, he thinks she should get a massage more often.
Not that he isn't a little amused by her now. ] She must have been amazing...
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[Maybe Rita'd be a lot less moody if she got them more often...]
Amazing is right.
Oh, yeah-- [And now for something a little more serious. She reaches into the bag she's carrying and pulls out Tyr's bodhi blastia, holding it out for him.] I've finished a new one, so you can have yours back now.
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[ Tyr needs to learn how to give them so she can have two sources of massages...
Seeing his blastia again, his eyes really brighten up. Sure, it's just an object and so is hers, but it still feels special to him. It's still like a friend. He takes it back and puts it around his wrist again instantly. ] Thanks... I'm glad yours is back again.
[ And he bites his tongue before admitting he was worried about her. ]
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[He can practice all he wants with Rita! She'd be very okay with that~
Even though she admitted they're just objects, it's still something she made for Tyr, so it really makes her happy to see how his face brightens.
She knows he must've been worried about her, though, with what happened. Just to reassure him--and maybe show off a bit--she tugs at the collar of her shirt to reveal the golden choker back in place.] Thanks. Now we both have them back again.
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[ He'd be very okay testing out all the techniques with her, too~
The smile on his face doesn't go away in the slightest when he sees her blastia back around her neck. It looks almost like it did before, and honestly, it she never looked right without it on. It's something that he's come to associate with her. ]
Do you wanna do something with them together later? As long as the spells don't just turn into sand.
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[It'll be good hands-on experience~
She does feel a lot better with it, though having Tyr's had given her some security, too. The choker just feels so natural.]
Ugh, this sand... [She makes a face, but her tone's still light.] So, like practicing some magic? That sounds good.
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Tyr doesn't think the sand is such a big deal himself other than being an annoyance and sticking to his feet when he walks around. As long as they're like this between them, though, things feel natural. ]
Exactly like that. [ And he thinks Rita'd like that! ] But first, we should loosen up, right? [ Right right? ]
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Rita thinks it's annoying in some of the places it turns up, but not really something to worry about. She's just happy to be here.
And she grins at that. Yeah, she's definitely glad they're still up for it.] I think you're right. Wanna get started?
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Tyr's happy they're together no matter what! And that he's going to get one of Rita's very amazing massages. He nods. ] Yeah. Let's do it in my room. [ Though as he turns around, he takes another look at her. Why was she topless in the video if she was giving a massage...? ]
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Maybe he'll enjoy it as much as Estelle. She just grins at him, since she is wearing the dress he got for her, and clearly that's why he's looking, right? Right?] Yeah. Let's go.
And, uh- [Her smile falters a little as she pauses to leave her device out here on the couch.] Just...you know. In case.
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Totally that... That's why he's blushing, too. There are a lot of ways to read that grin, and his mind opted for one of the less appropriate ones.
Not helped by the fact she drops her device on the couch. He quickly fumbles for his in his pocket and tosses it on the couch with hers. ] Ah, yeah... You're right. It'd be better to avoid that fiasco again...
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She doesn't suspect a thing...because Tyr isn't a pervert or anything-! But while she does feel a bit embarrassed, she starts in the direction of his room again.]
Y-yeah. We don't need that happening again.
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Exactly... Yuri wouldn't let me live it down.
[ Definitely not a pervert. As they enter his room, he forces himself to forget about it pretty quickly, reasoning that it wouldn't be that bad if she took of her dress. He could handle that.
But he'd really rather she kept it on! It looks really cute on her with the stockings... And he likes that. ]
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I can hear him already...
[Rita...does like looking cute for him. But she has oil in her bag, and that dress is going to be in the way. So once they're in the room, she makes sure the door's locked, then reaches right for the hem of the dress to pull it up.]
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Yeah...
[ Either because his mind really is that dirty or his earlier thoughts haven't gone away yet, but the second he hears the lock click, he tenses just anticipating that she'd take off her dress.
He didn't logically think she would, though. All he can do is freeze and stare. ]
Wa- I thought this was going to be a normal massage.
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[She manages to blush and be confused both at once.]
O-of course it is! We're not...
[And clearly taking off her dress is a good way to emphasize that they're not doing any kind of...euphemistic massage, because that's just what she does--quickly tug it up and yank it over her head.
And naturally, underneath she has on a small (really...small...) pair of shorts and a simple summer top that ties at the back.]
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