Sweeter than the First Time [Open to All]

[applesaucemod]

Hello, dreamers of Manhattan. The Rift knows that things have been kind of rough, lately. The last dream didn't go as well as it had hoped. Consider this an apology of sorts, and a hearkening back to the good times you've shared.

It's a grand old (and potentially familiar) cabin house that the dreamers will find themselves wandering. The furniture is plentiful and comfortable, the floors are strewn with cushions and blankets, and there are cheerful fires burning in the grates. It seems a little odd that the house still manages to be on the chilly side despite looking so warm, yet it is.

Oh, well. You'll just have to find another dreamer or two and spoon up and fall asleep like little baby cats get cozy. It shouldn't be difficult; most of the dreamers (excepting those with strong telepathic defenses or deeply ingrained cuddle-averse personalities) will find themselves feeling friendlier than usual, along with an almost overwhelming desire to snuggle up to someone. How convenient that the house seems designed for that very purpose!

And if some of the cushions are Hello Kitty themed, well, that's just coincidence.


[OOC: Standard dream party rules apply. Characters will be affected by the dream-whammy to whatever degree makes the most sense for them, and will remember or forget the events of the dream at the player's discretion. Backtag into infinity.]

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SHOCK AND AWE

[imashinyboy]

Iman's giggling ratchets Vince's grin up from something calculated and flirty into simple pleasure. 'Shoulda met you here the first time,' he murmurs wryly. He'd liked her well enough when they'd met in the woods, but she'd been properly freaked out at the time; it's sort of nice to know that this flirty, laughing bird was there hiding under all the snark and snap.

Oh, and then she's kissing him, and that, that is even nicer. Vince hums into her mouth, lazily slipping his tongue out to stroke along hers. It's slow and warm, a properly nice snog, and he presses up a little into the tickly touch of her hand on his chest, letting his own sneak up to fall into the dip of her back.

Except that then there's a hand in his hair, and it's pure instinctual reaction that has him jerking away, hard enough to send the mattress wobbling, one hand snapping up defensively. 'Oi, don't touch the hair!'

An instant later, he ducks his head in some embarrassment. 'Sorry, habit.' The amount of time he spends on his hair, he'll fucking go off if someone tries to mess with it when he's not given them permission. He's very aware of these things. But when it comes down to it... He looks back up at Iman, and returns his hand to where it was, fingers rubbing a little along the bumps of her spine he can feel beneath her shirt.

'You can, if you like. I, uh, I quite like it, actually. When I'm expecting it.'

[etherthief]

Iman jumps at his sudden vehemence, and then smirks at his immediate retraction. "Uh-huh," she says, fiddling gently with the little wispy bits. "It looks nice. I bet you spend a lot of time on it."

She can't wait to mess it up.

"It is practically begging to be fucked with," she says, and pulls her hand into a fist, not tugging, but holding him pretty tightly. "Which is pretty appropriate."

Then she tugs, coaxing his chin up, leaning down to kiss him again with her other hand settled gently at the base of his throat. This is all very fucking hot, except for the part where the mattress is so unstable that she ends up losing her balance and tipping forward, knocking them both over onto Vince's back. She buries her face against his neck and laughs uproariously.

"This is," she says between snorts, "the worst surface I will ever have had sex on. And I've - I've had sex in a desert." What a weird fucking time that was.

[imashinyboy]

'I don't often let people touch it.'

He feels it's important to get this across, even if he is giving her the go-ahead. This is privilege, lady. Srsly. The message, which starts out in a properly cautionary tone, is perhaps slightly undermined by the way his voice cracks a little when she pulls her hand into a fist. And he knows that the hairs are probably getting horribly crumpled between her fingers, but the pull on his follicles radiates out like a happy, fuzzy little wave, tingling right down his neck and up his ears, and he rolls his hips up into her.

This time, his response to the kiss is considerably less lazy, and a petulant little whimper escapes involuntarily when Iman's mouth is suddenly no longer on his. More cackling shortly takes over as they pitch unsteadily on the mattress, Vince clutching at Iman to try and steady her. They end up sprawled out together with Iman rolled into his side, laughing stupidly right in his ear. Her breath puffs warmly against his neck.

He's pulled up short in the middle of a giggle when she speaks, choking and half-swallowing his own laughter. 'You what?'

That sounds like a recipe for all sorts of sand in places no-one needs sand. Still, intriguing. Carefully as he can, Vince rolls himself over so he can throw a leg over Iman's; not straddling her, but stretched out next to her with his hips all snugged up against her side, propping himself up on an elbow so he can look down at her. She's gone all pink-cheeked and glittery-eyed, her headscarf all askew and thick dark hair peeking from under it; she's pretty much gorgeous.

'That sounds mental,' Vince offers in appreciative assessment, dancing a few fingertips up her side under the spread wings of her blazer. When he gets to her sternum, he circles 'round to brush over the swell of her breast, and has to stop himself from just jumping in there with a proper grope. Not quite cool, this early on in proceedings, he feels. He catches his lower lip in his teeth, enjoying the elastic almost-pain of letting it go again. 'Tell me about it?'

It's half for the sake of a bit of sexy talk, and half because he's sure there's gotta be a good story behind that.

[etherthief]

She catches the implication there, that hair-touching is a privilege not a right, and she smirks softly as she looks up at him. Her eyes stay on his face as his hands wander around delicately, appreciating the light brushing attention, in no hurry to move things along.

"It's not a great story," she says. "I was going to this remote desert town for a thing. Science thing." She waves a hand. In bed with someone is about the only place where she doesn't like to talk about her work. "Two days walk from the drop site. My guide was this beautiful Bedouin astronomer, we set up camp and, you know. Not much else to do in a desert. She told me some about the stars and it was all very romantic. We kept most of our clothes on, for obvious reasons. Sand is awfully hard on the back, though."

She sits up halfway and slips her blazer off, revealing pale shoulders in a thin t-shirt. "That's enough storytime," she says, running her fingers gently under his chin. "So, Vince. What do you like?"

[imashinyboy]

'I knew you were brainy,' Vince comments, when she says she was there doing a science thing.

He doesn't usually go for smart girls; not that there's anything wrong with intelligence, he just likes people who are more on his level. But Iman clearly has hit a balance of smart and fun, so that's all right.

'And a proper Casanova as well, nice.' Vince has had loads of improbable adventures, but basically none of them involve sex. If fucking a beautiful lady astronomer in a desert under the stars is Iman's idea of not a great story, her actually great stories must be wicked.

He shifts up a bit to let her shuck her blazer, appreciatively eyeing the shape of her under her t-shirt, and lets one of his hands skim up under the hem of it, resting against soft warm stomach and stroking over the convexity of her ribcage.

The fingers under his chin send another frisson of pleasure down his spine, and impulsively, he ducks his head to catch the tips of her index and middle fingers between his teeth, drawing them into his mouth to lave softly with his tongue.

'I don't have a list,' he laughs when he lets them go, butting his cheek up against her now slightly spitty hand like an invitation to get back involved with the hair. Howard probably has, Vince thinks. He's pretty sure Howard hasn't ever had sex, but he just reckons he's got a checklist of how he wants it to go the first time he does. Vince prefers to wing things.

'Dunno, I'm up for whatever, pretty much. It's all a bit of a laugh, innit? Unless you're into something seriously weird. What d'you like?'

[etherthief]

Her lips part for a soft gasp when he draws her fingers into his mouth, oh that's nice, and he's quit far too soon, she'll have to get him back to that. In due time. She recovers her composure pretty quick, smirking at his question.

"Ooh, hang on, I gotta see if I can find some jumper cables." She makes a move as if to roll off the bed for the quest, and instead catches him around the waist, her other hand tangling back into his hair.

"Seriously weird, no," she says lightly, hovering close to his lips. "I like improvising." She gives him a good tug, pulling his chin up, and dips her head to mouth along his neck. He's got a spectacular neck, that needs plenty of attention. She draws her tongue up to the corner of his jaw before biting gently and sucking, less gently. She wants to hear him make noise.