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]

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Nemesis

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Continued from here]

Some people are just workaholics.

[Light shrug]

Seems he's back at home though.

[unbr8kable]

Yeah, at home being a pain in the ass...

[Huffs]

...Anyways, you wanna go for some points?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Of course. Go big or go home.

[Crooking a finger at Nemesis]

[unbr8kable]

[Cocks an eyebrow, but takes a few steps forward]

Let's see how big you can bring it, then.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[What if he wraps an arm around her waist and then tries to kick her feet out from under her?]

[unbr8kable]

[She yelps, not quite losing her balance (thanks, Stability) and instead sort of automatically grabbing for his other arm and trying to flip them around, so that if they fall it'll be on him]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He wasn't going to drop her!!! Probably. (Well not at all with stability, but---)

Just looks up at her. One eyebrow raised.

Dryly:]

Yes, this is usually how the fanart goes. Though I was going for something different.

[unbr8kable]

[She flushes dark enough that it seems unlikely that'd been an intentional move. And surely the best way to distract from that is to bend down to kiss him, okok]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He's not going to complain because now she is in charge of supporting his weight while he's free to wrap both arms around her neck and pull her closer in for the kiss]

[unbr8kable]

[It's okay she's been working out and he's a noodle

...At least, she's giving it a shot, not resisting the pull but hesitant to deepen it further...well, maybe only a little]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Maybe only a little.

Just like maybe he's trying to make this kiss last a little longer than the requisite five seconds.

His fingertips trace over that mark on the back of her neck even if he can't see it right now]

[unbr8kable]

[She does a poor job at concealing a whine at the contact, curling into the touch and honestly not keeping track of how many seconds are taking place at all. The skin over the mark is smooth, though north up her neck has four raised bumps in a square just under her hairline]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Curiouser and curiouser.

And since Nemesis is still obligingly doing most of the heavy lifting -- that leaves Intensity free to run that hand up into her hair, fingers scraping lightly against her scalp]

[unbr8kable]

[Does a worse job of staying unaffected by this, shuddering and hitching closer at the contact. Eventually she remembers to do...anything, balancing on one hand to snake the other up his side]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Danger danger danger.

His whole body shivers lightly under the touch.

And he growls a sound against her lips that exists somewhere between warning and apprehension. If you're going to play like that, Nemesis, he will absolutely match your ante.]

[unbr8kable]

[The problem is that getting a reaction is good, and getting that reaction is good, and to be honest, danger is generally good. So while her touch stays gentlish, she smooths over his side again, to see if it will reproduce the reaction, or--equally desirable--cause a bigger one]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He shudders again (more violently this time) as one hand goes to tightly grab her metallic arm just above the elbow and he shifts his feet to provide more balance since he's just hanging on to her with one arm now.

As you wish then.

While she's doing that, she'll feel a familiar tingling at just the tips of her metallic fingers. Sensation and nerves and touch being returned to them.]

[unbr8kable]

--!!!

[She would curse if she had breath left to do so, a full-body shiver going through her as the dull knowledge of contact flares to the actual sensation of touch, just shy of too intense.

Hopefully he's got a good grip, since hers goes weak along with her knees. So unless he's doing something (well, other than what he's just done), they're both going down]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Going down it is then!

He's certainly in no position to catch her or himself at this angle.

Sorry for his bony joints when she lands on them (though he keeps a tight grip on her arm the whole way down)]

[unbr8kable]

[Honestly, who would expect anything different, and it's not like she's particularly softer in any way as she crashes into him. She grunts as her forehead knocks into his collarbone on the landing. Afterwards, she just stays resting there, letting out a shaky breath, metal fingers trembling.]

N-not fair...!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Like the four-year old he is:]

You started it!

[But at least he lets go of her hand at this point]

[unbr8kable]

You deserved it!

[Takes in another shaky breath and finally sits up, though not before stroking over his cheekbone...and then smooshing her hand into his face]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He can't argue with that!

And what is with that bait and switch? He looks at her confused at the gentle touch---

and then gets practically shoved to the ground again]

Nemesis!

[unbr8kable]

Payback, take your punishment like a man.

[That said, she switches to ruffling through his hair instead, indulgent and—perhaps due to the lingering feeling in her fingers—still somewhat shaky and light. Color stays high in her cheeks, and while her flesh hand has ended up near his wrist, she doesn’t actively try to hold him down or anything.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I would if I thought I did anything wrong.

[Though he is not moving to escape the hand ruffling his hair. In fact, she'll probably realize that he is not so subtlety leaning into it.

Huffs for good measure:]

Which I didn't!