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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[ 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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[ If she were excited, he'd feel better about being excited himself. It's hard not to be excited that he's free to rub her back and that she likes the way he's doing it. He runs his hands up to her shoulder blades and follows the curve of the bone up to her shoulders. ]
You should- We can try that one together next time...
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[It's like she can't not be excited, even as that makes her take a deep, content breath.]
I'd like to...You know, you said you were bad, but I sure don't believe that.
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[ Hearing her say that makes him swell with pride and put some more effort into the massage. And maybe blush a little.
He can't believe just rubbing her back can be this nice. It's as good as when she gave him the massage (though in a different way). He slips his hands over her shoulders and gives light squeezes along them until he reaches her neck. ]
I just didn't think I could be as good as you.
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[She flexes her shoulders a little, just loving the attention he gives them. It's different from the massage Estelle gave her, but certainly not in a bad way--Rita couldn't say one's better than the other.]
Mmm...I can't really compare. I can't give one to myself. But this is...really good.
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[ He takes her flexing as an invitation to be a little firmer with them, but he's mindful to not dig his fingers into her skin. Which is really, really soft, he thinks. The more she compliments him, the more smug he is. ]
Maybe I won't read a book on how to do it after all, then.
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[And that's good enough to make her hum again and grasp the sheets in her fingers. It takes her a second to manage a reply to that!]
Th-think you're already the best?
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[ Best. Reactions. He works his hands away from her shoulders again, making little circles below her neck with his thumbs, as he leans closer to her. ]
You're the one giving me that idea.
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