Imeeji: IC Continuations

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Previous:
Speed Dating [Day 32]
Mistletoe Game [Day 71]
Social Bingo [Day 101]

Includes:
B's Fancy Dance [Day 102]
Kissing Game [Day 124]
Mistletoe 2 [Day 187]
Objective Game [Day 223]
Tokyo-F Stamp Rally (Age Up and Age Down Event) [Day 245]

Comments

Nemesis

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Continued from here]

[There's just a huff of amusement]

Banana, huh...?

[Though he does shiver again when the metal is pressed against his back. More because he's a reptile and it's cold than anything else.]

No need to show me. I wouldn't be offering if I thought you'd take advantage of me.

Re: Nemesis

[unbr8kable]

...Is that an open declaration of trust? Wouldn't've thought I'd see the day.

[Her tone is less smug and more flattered, and she at least makes an effort to be slightly less gravely cold, even if ghost is gonna ghost]

[Slowly, her arms reach around to draw the thin chain around his middle, just under his pecs. It loops in back then comes back around, eventually leaving three turns of the bindings, intended to be secure, though not tight. While the chains are certainly cool, it's less the dull chill of metal and more an active, prickly sort of feeling; more coils of energy than heavy weights.

Once this is done, she lays the chain vertical up his spine before going around his chest again, this time a bit below his collarbones. These too are wrapped and reverse-wrapped around him before the trailing end is tucked back at his spine]

...How we doing so far?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Now let's do a recap here, shall we?

Intensity has been harboring a crush on Nemesis since like... Day 1.

One of the last times they met, they rolled around on the Game Tower floor because of FiN's bad decisions and three times horny.

And now -- she is slowly and methodically tying him up midflight.

He's doing great right now. For some definition of the word great. That is to say, can you see someone blush when they're covered in a spattering of scales? Surely that red flush is just because of the high altitude and wind.

Yeah.

That's it.

In a voice that is not as steady as he would like for very different reasons than she is probably imagining.]

Fine!

We're doing fine.

[unbr8kable]

[Surely any goosebumps are just due to the cold; there's no reason to get too carried away (she says, trying her hand at rope bondage in midair). A pause, then she places a soft hand at the base of his wings]

...Maybe just a little more, then. Finish out the chest harness.

[Still deliberate, and this time careful of his wings (though she's doing better with the /noclip so he'll be okay), she rises up his back a bit, taking the bonds over one shoulder and weaving them down to the lower chest band--back up over the other shoulder and twisting to a simple half-hitch in the back.

Then she draws back a bit to examine her handiwork, hands trailing from shoulders to waist as she does.]

That should work for now. Still okay?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Good thing she cannot see his face while she climbs up his back mid-dragon flight.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

And perhaps for one of the very rare times in his life, Intensity is not bothered by the constriction of the bondage. One part is because it's more of a weight than actually constricting. The other part is definitely largely due to his "handler."

After a conspicuous clearing of his throat, he banks sharply to one side so she can't catch too close of a glimpse of his face.]

Seems like you've done this before.

[unbr8kable]

I, uh. Did some research. But technically, this's the first time on somebody real.

[And somehow this is the point where she suddenly feels self-conscious--or whatever the reason is that she lets her hands flex at his waist rather than immediately peer around to check out the rest. She shifts in place behind him; clears her own throat]

This, uh. Good?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[On someone real. Interesting word choice.

He slows his flying, more like a steady glide as his wings barely beat in the air]

How about we give it a test?

Hang on to something if you don't want to get left behind.

[unbr8kable]

[Practice makes perfect!]

[She wraps the length of the chain around her arm just in case, but otherwise just grips tighter at his waist]

Okay, let's see what you got.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Excellent.

They're dropping straight into freefall then]

[unbr8kable]

Oh shit!

[Her hands clamp tight around his hips as they fall, and she leans in closer to his back to decrease the wind resistance...since apparently not even ghosts are immune]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[His wings flare out eventually, slowing their descent and also reducing the rush of wind around them just enough so she can hear his laughter.

And then they touch down at the edge of a skyscraper rooftop, just a moment for gravity to pull him down in a crouch - and they spring off again into the sky.

And they continue going up.

And up.

And uuuuuuuuup.]

[unbr8kable]

[The bindings tighten just a bit, not a warning or an admonishment, just her desire to stay close. She doesn't fly off as they rocket spacewards, though it's a near thing. Just means she joins in on his laughter--she crows as they shoot into the skies]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Hope she doesn't mind the cold, because Intensity is 100% aiming to break through the clouds so there is nothing beneath their feet but endless swirls of white.]

[unbr8kable]

[She is a ghost. The cold doesn't bother her anyway.

The view, on the other hand... Well--she grips more tightly, the laughter fading, but perhaps it's less bother and more wonder at the view--the genuine separation from the world below; the ceiling of stars spread above.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[For many long moments, they just glide there - neither gaining nor losing altitude. And far enough from Tokyo-F's light pollution that the stars are much sharper and brighter in the sky. Not quite the view of Tanabata -- but getting closer.]

It's quiet up here.

[unbr8kable]

[Her voice stays a little hushed, as if not trying to disturb the rare silence]

Yeah...peaceful. It's nice.