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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[A not-normal massage....And Rita certainly notices that he does seem to like having his shoulders rubbed. Even if she doesn't do the whole back massage all the time, he'd probably like the shoulders...]
I had a few days, and Estelle helped...But it's good, huh?
[She is pretty smug! And working the tops of his shoulders now.]
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[ Yep... She wouldn't even have to take off his shirt to do it... Not that he'd just ask her to do it randomly, as much as he's enjoying it now. Humming happily, he nods against his arms. ]
I can't believe you have to ask that...
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[Maybe sometimes she'll just feel like doing it randomly, anyway...and she doesn't mind him having his shirt off, not at all.]
Yeah, well...Maybe I just like hearing you say it.
[She might as well be honest. And she'll keep her attention to his shoulders for now. Aside from his arms, on which he seems pretty comfortable resting his head, she's done pretty much everything. She just doesn't need to stop quite yet.]
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[ Tyr wouldn't object to taking off his shirt for her now, either...She makes him feel like he looks good without any curses.
Oh, Rita. He can be honest, too. ] Then you're amazing at this.
[ He doesn't really want her to stop, either. He's awake and he could give her a massage right now, but he can be greedy. ]
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[Rita definitely thinks he looks good. She can't even deny that she really likes this.]
I knew you'd like it.
[Smug, but she blushes all the same. And Tyr can be greedy for a while, because she'll keep it up for now!]
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[ Both doing something they like? It's a good night. ]
It's because you know me that well.
Not that you're not just good in general...
[ Enabling him! He feels so happy and lazy and cosy. ]
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[One of the best. Rita gets to feel both a bit smug and flustered at the same time.]
A good mix of both.
[He's so comfortable and happy like this...Rita continues to rub his shoulders, though she does say-]
I still want to see how good you are, too.
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[ Saying that is enough of a prompt for him. He loves how amazing she is at giving shoulder rubs, and he could have this forever... But right now, he thinks he should return the favour, and he's not even embarrassed by the thought. ]
I'll show you... You've already outdone me, though.
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[It's true that she doubts he could top Estelle's technique, but she also anticipates that it'll be different with him, anyway...just because it's the two of them. She slows down, giving his shoulders one last squeeze.]
I'll be the judge of that. Time to switch?
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[ He sighs one last time as this winds down. Even if he can't outdo anyone, he's a little excited to try anyway. ]
Yeah... We can switch now.
[ He opens his eyes and tries to look over to her. ]
You deserve one after that.
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[She smiles at him as she moves off of him, pretty happy just watching how relaxed he is.]
Sure you're awake enough?
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[ Without a doubt, she did an amazing job. He rolls around and pushes up before giving a nod. ]
I'll just fall asleep on you if I'm not.
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[And no matter what he says, she's looking forward to his, too. She keeps smiling, then lies down where he was.]
Then you'll be the blanket this time.
[Her shirt has two ties: one at the back of her neck and one around mid-back--something that can be undone without her taking the whole shirt off.]
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[ As far as he's concerned, joking around is fine. ]
You probably make a pretty good bed...
[ He feels a little awkward when it comes to untying her shirt, but they need to come undone if he's going to do anything. She wouldn't have worn a shirt like that if he wasn't supposed to take it off halfway, anyway, he reasons. Brushing her hair out of the way, he undoes the tie at the back of her neck then her back. ]
This shirt was a pretty good idea...
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Like you made a good pillow?
[She smiles, and then blushes a bit as she feels his hands undoing the ties.]
I figured it'd be [the least awkward] --easier. You know, instead of...I mean, it'd be okay if I wore something else, but...
[Maybe she'll just shut up now and stop that train of thought.]
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Exactly like that.
[ Those are good memories for him.
Even though they're completely forgotten about as he follows her train of thought. He wasn't thinking of her shirt that deeply and what the alternatives would have been. ] ...But you chose this.
[ She looks so much more naked now than she did a second ago. He's almost reluctant to get over her and straddle her the same way she did for him. ]
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[For both of them--they wouldn't be here like this now if not for that day.
Feelig flustered again, she keeps her reply simple.]
Y-yeah. I did.
[Her heart's all fluttery again, though at the same time, she's eager for him to continue.]
--The oil's back there on the bed if you want to use it...
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[ That day is one Tyr doesn't ever want to forget. It'd be a lot to go back on.
He's quick to turn around and look for the oil (and not at her back). As he does, he responds- ]
I can try without it. Is it better to use it?
[ It did smell nice... Maybe that's enough of a reason. ]
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[One of the best turning points they've had.]
Hmm...I've never tried without it, but it would help with the friction.
[She imagines a massage without it wouldn't be too bad as long as it was gentle and didn't last long...]
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[ Most of the other ones are pretty depressing. ]
Mm, that's true...
[ And Rita likes things a little rough, so friction would become an issue. He grabs the oil and positions his legs on either side of her. Just going to put some in his hands and warm it up first... ]
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[Yep...But everything got them to where they are now, too.]
I think it'll be easier...
[She settles down, listening to the rustle and waiting patiently (for once!) for him to start.]
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[ That makes it worth it! ]
Then I'll use it with you...
[ With a little hesitation, he lightly presses his hands over her lower back. ]
Is this the kind of oil you like?
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[They won't change anything!]
Mm...
[She shivers a little but also lets out the little hum.]
It's pretty good...better than some of the other flowery stuff.
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[ Yes~! ;v; ]
[ Oh, he sort of likes that reaction... He presses his hands into her back more firmly as he moves up her back. It's definitely intimate, he realises now as he looks down at her. ]
I guess I'll try to get a bottle of it for myself, then... So you don't need to bring one every time.
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[Oh, she definitely likes it--especially not that he presses more firmly (she would've told him to do that if he hadn't, anyway). He gets another pleased little groan from her, though she can't seem to decide if she wants to be relaxed or excited from the feel of his hands on her bare back.]
...Yeah...We're gonna do this more often. I have a different one I like, too--I'll bring it next time.
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