applesaucedream | I'll See You in My Dreams [WIDE-OPEN PARTY THREAD]

Sometimes the rift only gives the denizens of Manhattan strange dreams. Sometimes, two people will find themselves together in the Dreaming. And other times? Other times, the Dreaming takes hold of dozens of people at once, throwing them all together into one shared mental space while they sleep.

Tonight is one of those nights -- what's more, the rift has outdone itself this time, telepathic tendrils reaching out through the rift into other universes to pull in even those who haven't been physically transported to this world...yet. You might meet a stranger from another world, or you might run into your next-door neighbor. You might notice right away that this isn't the waking world and that you are not alone, or you may drift through blissfully unaware that anything is out of the ordinary. You might not even remember this in the morning at all.

And that's probably going to be fortunate for at least a few people, because what you will notice is the overwhelming desire to get cozy with someone. It's chilly in this big house where you've found yourself, but luckily for you, there are beds, beanbags, and blankets galore, all of them just perfect for getting cuddly with your new friends. Consider yourself lucky that dream-world cameras can't upload photos to the real-world internet.

[It's a Dreaming party, and everyone is welcome! Tag a friend, tag a stranger, whatever! Everyone who's been pulled in will be feeling unusually friendly and cuddly, so get a-snuggling. Some characters (particularly those with strong telepathic defenses) may not be as strongly affected as others; the extent of the Dreaming's effect on each character is up to the mun's discretion.

Also, when we say everyone, we mean everyone. Non-members are welcome to tag into this post, so feel free to voice-test new characters here, and to invite friends who aren't in the game to come do some meeting and greeting. If you've come upon this post and aren't a member of this game, you are welcome to tag into this post.

For those who are familiar with the brbG parties, this is basically like that. Post a tag with your character's arrival and await replies. Time is bendy in here, so each character can have multiple replies/threads. Have fun!]

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"Seems I have a secret weapon against you," she answers, grinning with just a hint of smugness. She just watches him for a few more moments, then finally adds, "Okay, it might be a sex dream." She leans forward and kisses him, though it bears more resemblance to her earlier kiss, rather than their usual, urgent ones.

"Won't work," snorts Peter, despite the fact that it just did. He grins at her change of heart -- that's more like it!

His hands slide up to grip her waist as he leans up into the kiss, trying at first to take and to make it quick and hard. It's hard to control things from this angle, though.

Especially since Lucy isn't quite so easily controlled. She doesn't particularly want quick and hard at the moment - it's so comfortable and relaxed here, that she'd rather take it a bit easier. It's not like they're in a rush.

If they weren't already secluded from the rest of the party, they are now. Perhaps it's because it's a dream that everything feels very focused, and the surroundings seem to fall away as she reaches up to run her fingers through Peter's hair.

But what about what he wants? Peter makes his frustrated attempt to take control for a few moments longer before he settles in to do it her way, telling himself as he always does that he's just letting her take the lead this once.

At least, until he brings his knees up to plant his feet against a solid surface, takes firmer hold of her, and tries to roll her over.

This time, Lucy lets him roll her over, without getting too worked up about it as she sometimes does when he manhandles her, even if he isn't particularly rough.

She does however push him away from kissing her, saying "Peter," to get his attention.

Much better. Peter slides his hands up under the hem of her shirt as he deepens the kiss -- only to be pushed away. With a grunt of annoyance, he pauses and gives her A Look. "What?"

"Just..." she starts, unsure how to put it. "Try to keep in mind that the last person I was involved with was an abusive sadist and that I might freak out if I feel like I'm not in control," she says straightforwardly, because she wants to make sure he gets it. At the moment she still feels pretty good, but she doesn't want to push her luck and trigger some reaction.

Peter sighs, winces, and breaks eye contact. "I'm not like that," he mutters, perhaps to himself. He isn't, he tells himself. Not that it would take a lot to be better than Lucy's husband.

"I know," she reassures him. Not that she really does, but it's not like he makes much of an effort to pretend he's better than he really is, which somehow makes him more trustworthy. He's got plenty of flaws, but he doesn't act like he owns her.

"But I'm still a bit fucked up from it, so it's hardly a rational response. And I think we'd both rather avoid having to deal with that." Bit of an understatement, there. And she seems to be starting to adopt Peter's foul mouth.

Sometimes Lucy reminds Peter of Ginger, with the way she won't let him take total control and the way she gives back everything he spits at her. Other times, like now, he's reminded how different she is.

"Mmhmm." He dips his head back down, kissing her again -- more slowly than he usually does this time, though it's almost as if he doesn't know what to do with a kiss that isn't full of fire and need.

At least he's making an effort. That's enough to put Lucy at her ease again, to not freak out the moment Peter has the upper hand. And the surroundings are doing their work to make her relax. She reaches up into his hair and returns the kiss with more enthusiasm now, pulling up her leg and shifting to hike up her skirt a bit.

The trouble is that even when Peter is making an effort to take it slow -- and even with this place setting him at ease -- he's simply not very good at sex beyond chasing his own pleasure (though he does that quite well). It might come as a surprise to her, then, when the act is languid and sensual this time. It does him, insofar as he thinks about it rather than simply enjoying it (so not a lot). It's everything he wants from sex, everything real sex falls short of.

Lucy had gotten rather used to making sure she got the pleasure she wanted, rather than relying on Peter to give it, but this time is different. She doesn't contemplate it much, and for her part she manages to succumb to it much more than she otherwise would have. By the time they're done, they seem to have gotten rid of most of their clothes - though her skirt is still bunched up around her waist.

"That was nice..." she comments lazily, still filled with a pleasant feeling throughout her body, the coolness of the room not touching her.

"You weren't bad," chuckles Peter, settling in beside her and slipping the rest of the way out of his shirt, which had been caught around his neck and one arm. He curls up against her side, sated.

It takes him a few moments to realize that he's not drifting off to sleep, and a few moments more to remember why.

"You sure know how to compliment a girl," she answers, but the amusement is evident in her voice. She pulls up the fluffy blanket and covers them with it again before they have a chance to get cold. She also notes that Peter doesn't seem to be drifting off. "I hope the rule doesn't apply while we're here, otherwise I'd think you faked it." Not that she does.

For Peter, that was high praise. Ish. He breaths in deeply and lets it out in a contented sigh. "You know it doesn't," he replies, amused. It occurs to him belatedly that they didn't use protection -- good thing this isn't real.

I'll See You in My Dreams [WIDE-OPEN PARTY THREAD]

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