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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[ 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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[ Well...there's something on underneath so...he can stop having a heart attack now... Not that he really calms down that much. His heart is still beating a little harshly. He'd really prefer if she kept on the dress since, right now, that outfit looks a little...small.
Although he can't really smile just yet, he can say- ] Cute...
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[She frowns--not that she was expecting any reaction, but this doesn't seem right. Is he teasing her?!]
What? Is there something wrong with it?
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[ He shakes his head and gives her a little smile. ] No, it's not that... You really look cute like that. [ And it was "cute" that she had him thinking something else was going on... ]
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[...Well, as long as it isn't anything bad (and it doesn't seem like it to Rita), then she'll drop it. She relaxes again with a slight blush, reaching for her the hems of her stockings now, too.]
Okay...Thanks. I just don't want to get anything on these.
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[ He doesn't really understand what she means when he says that, but he doesn't think anything of her taking off her stockings too. ] My bed isn't any dirtier than the rest of this place...
[ He even straightened out the sheets for this. ]
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[Rita blinks and leaves the stockings and dress in a heap on the floor.] I'd hope your bed isn't dirty.
[Not that she meant anything by that besides an offhand comment MOVING ON she'll take the bottle of oil out of her bag.] I was talking about this stuff.
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[ He...hoped that was only an offhand comment. Who does she think he is?! Seeing all her clothes in a heap, he can't imagine she cares about her clothes that much.
It makes more sense when he sees her pull out that bottle. He didn't know she was going to use oil... ]
It gets that messy?
[ If she has to get undressed for it, he doesn't need to ask if he should take off his shirt. With a quick glance towards the door, he pulls off his shirt.
No, this isn't embarrassing at all... Or he's trying to act like that anyway. ]
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[She doesn't think he'd keep a gross bed! Though she never even notices she's being careless with her clothing...]
Well, it's not that bad, but nothing's in the way like this. Besides, you want to do me afterwards, right?
[...Yep. Totally not embarrassing. Rita's never been one to care about shirtless guys (besides being grossed out by Karol and the old man...), but Tyr is--as always--a different case. Her face flushes a little, but she doesn't look away, just half-turns towards the bed.]
So...you wanna lie down?
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[ His bed is pretty clean! He sleeps there, after all!
A lopsided sort of smile comes to his face. ] Oh, right... I never actually used oil before, though, so...
[ Maybe he'll need to practice--that word is never going to be okay again. He blushes when he sees her blush - probably more so just because of this situation. Rita's a different case herself. Until Kanone scarred him, he never had any issue taking off his shirt, and it's not the scars he's concerned about when it's her...
But. No, they're getting back on track. The more they dwell on these things, the more awkward it'll be. With a quick nod, he gives her a real smile and climbs onto the bed to lay on his stomach, cradling his head in his arms. The important thing is that it's going to feel good and Rita wants to do it with him, so he'll focus on that!
Not that the tension he feels is going to just go away because of that. ]
Ready when you are.
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[And she doesn't think Tyr would sleep in a dirty one! She doesn't make a comment about the oil, too distracted by his blushing. Her eyes never make more than a passing glance at his scars; she's seen them at least once before and doesn't feel the need to know about them--although they do make her feelings stir if she thinks about them, angry that someone did that to him.
...Yep, getting back on track. She answers his smile with one of her own, though she suddenly feels a little nervous--not that it's going to stop her; it just makes her that much more determined to stride over and climb onto the bed, straddling him. Nope, her heart isn't fluttering at all...]
...I'm ready, too. You're comfortable?
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[ Tyr didn't even think far enough to realise Rita wouldn't even know what his scars are from. As it is, they're faded enough to look old.
His heart is, and it makes him pull his mouth into a straight line just from how close she is. He wonders if he'd feel different if he didn't find out about the massage in the way he did.
And he determines that, no, there's something inherently intimate about this and that means it's okay that his face is flushed. ]
...Yeah. I'm fine. [ That doesn't feel encouraging. ] I'm just sort of nervous...
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