And the Boats Drift On [Open to All]

[applesaucemod]

The water is calm, and the night sky is filled with stars. The only light is natural: a patchy, bioluminescent glow coming from the water below, and the bright swath of the Milky Way above. It's not much, but it's more than enough to see by.

The dreamers will find themselves sitting in their own little rowboats, each stocked with two oars, a length of rope, some cushions, and a little picnic basket full of snacks. There is no visible shoreline, but it won't take the dreamers long to realize theirs are not the only boats in this shallow sea. Anything stirring in the water, be it fish or paddle, causes phosphorescent plankton to glow a bright blue, so there isn't really anywhere to hide.

Feel free to paddle around and visit the other dreamers, perhaps tying your boats together and sharing your snacks in an impromptu picnic. Or you could go for a swim - the bioluminescence makes it difficult to see the bottom, but it's not too terribly deep, so the risk of drowning is all but nonexistent. This setting, unlike the last one, isn't actively out to kill you. Or you could simply lie back and look at the stars.



[ooc: Same drill as always, folks. All are welcome, regardless of whether or not your character is in the game. Characters may remember or forget dream shenanigans at the player's discretion.]

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[bibliophale]

"Oh, really, dear," sighs Aziraphale when Crowley disappears his clothes, decidedly unprepared for sudden nudity. Appearance is almost nothing to them, and he's certainly never been one to fuss over his own looks (not like SOME people), but the whole vanishing clothes act works quite a bit better on the demon. Aziraphale likes to undress himself not just out of care for the clothes and an appreciation of orderliness, but because the natural reveal works for him. His paunchiness is best unveiled gradually, not with this perfunctorily abruptness. He touches a hand to his belly - (wasn't it rounder before?) - raising an eyebrow at the demon.

"You're incorrigible," he says.

It's nice to see Crowley's eyes, though, glittering brightly in the dark. Nicer still when Crowley leans in close, mouthing at his neck. Aziraphale tilts his head back with a sigh that comes out a bit wanton, shivering at the hiss, the tongue flicking into his ear.

"Incorrigible," he repeats breathily, and tilts his head back down to kiss him again, properly this time, not continuous but on and off, pressing in, drawing back, and in again, nipping each time at Crowley's lower lip.

"Could you-" he murmurs in between the press of their mouths. He slips his hands down to the portion of Crowley's tail that is currently looped around his waist. He doesn't complete the request, not quite knowing how to phrase it, just an inarticulate desire for more. He trusts that Crowley will understand like he always seems to do.

[anguiform]

'It's in the job description,' mumbles Crowley against his neck, and then, 'Mmph!' when Aziraphale ducks down to kiss him.

Because he's a bloody tease, he draws it out, little teasing licks and provoking nips without ever diving into the thing properly. Crowley breaks off his attempt to chase after him when Aziraphale's hands steal down to clutch at his tail. It feels good; it's not a particularly sensitive or erogenous spot; that would be beyond impractical, but makes him groan the way thumbs dug into knotted shoulders might do. He curls it a little tighter around Aziraphale in response, smooth cool scales against his skin.

'Eh?'

Crowley often understands Aziraphale, but certainly not all the time, and this snake thing of his is new and unexpected enough that he, in fact, does not know what he means.

'Gonna have to give me more to work with than that,' he says, more than a little breathlessly.

[bibliophale]

"Ah-" His breath hitches when Crowley pulls tighter, and he blushes brightly, not that anyone can see it in this light, but he does it all the same.

"That," he says, feeling rather awkward. "That, what you just did. Like it was before." Words are refusing to present themselves in an orderly fashion. This is difficult, all this negotiating nonsense. They haven't had to bother about this in quite some time. Aziraphale had forgotten how tedious and embarrassing the whole ordeal could be.

He shifts his hands delicately down along the curve of tail, trying to provoke. "Harder," he says in a very small voice.

[anguiform]

Thread continued here: http://anguiform.dreamwidth.org/377.html