Pretty Pretty Princess: Redux

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Who: Those Who Play Games
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 300

[ Today you step out of the elevators and into the game room to find yourselves in an airy Grand Ballroom. Maybe, if you've been here long enough--you might recognize this room?

At the front of the room is a buffet table featuring finger sandwiches, petit fours, and savory pastries as well as a variety of small desserts complemented by bottoms-up turned teacups and steaming hot kettles set up for self-serve. From nowhere to be seen comes the sound of instruments playing. Up above, tethered to the ceiling, are what appear to be long curtains. …

The small, square tables feature place cards that as of yet are mysteriously empty, but other than that--there is nothing on the table. Those who have walked in and might prefer to walk out again will find they are mysteriously barred from exiting…. ]


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Comments

[protectshisown]

[There's that unimpressed look.]

[Makes a go on gesture.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The flush goes deeper,]

For real. It's a pain, but it ain't that bad.

[protectshisown]

.... [The unimpressed look does not lessen.]

[Gonna lift up the hand he's holding and kiss the back of it.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He can't quite stop the shiver that goes through him, at it being almost what he wants, but not quite]

Uh.

Yeah. Good, uh. Good guess.

[protectshisown]

[Tilts his head questioningly.]

[Thrn his free hand moves to his cheek and steps close.]

[This is what deflection gets when he can't talk.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He flushes even deeper - glances aside]

For real, you don't gotta, like -

I can put up with it okay. Promise.

[But he bites at his lip as soon as he's done talking like he's trying to keep from doing anything else]

[protectshisown]

[He huffs and gives a bemused look.]

[Then he leans down close, just a few inches from Hurricane's face and very easy kissing range.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Yea]

[Okay]

[That]

[With a soft shudder, he gives in, leaning in to press his lips to Rye's]

[protectshisown]

[He keeps the kiss slow, even as Hurricane moves in. Careful, if firm, kissing him almost languidly.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[There's something on this end that is definitely not languid, though he does his best to match Rye's pace; still, despite his best efforts, there's something a little needy in the kiss, like he's been trying to tamp down on this impulse for hours already, and it's really hard]

[protectshisown]

[Of course he's been fighting the impulse.]

[He keeps the kiss slow a few more moments, pondering, before moving his hand from his cheek to the back of his neck, and deepening the kiss, nipping and licking at his lips.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shudders, a little, and presses into it, unconsciously leaning closer. He's been fighting the impulse for more contact for almost as long, and that one is driving him just as crazy,]

[protectshisown]

[He hums into the kiss and the hand that's holding his guides it to his side, lifting up his shirt enough for Hurricane to rest his hand on bare skin. His hand then moves to his side, rubbing slow circles against it as he teases his mouth.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shudders again, harder this time, and barely suppresses the urge to press in nearer - flushes dark, as Rye rests his hand on bare skin, and as he rubs at his side]

[protectshisown]

[Its not hard to feel his tension. He's starting to get good at picking it up, especially when he feels it.]

[He still kisses him a little longer, still teasing his lips, hand rubbing circles at his side, and the other rubbibg his neck.]

[Before finally breaking the kiss, pressing his forward to Hurricane's, studying his reaction.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He starts to chase after Rye's lips - reins in the impulse, just barely]

[He flushes - ducks his head. Licks at his lips, self-conscious]

[And if he hasn't quite succeeded in getting his hands out from under Rye's shirt, where they're touching bare skin, well... well. An effort was made]

[protectshisown]

[That gets another bemused look from Rye.]

[He's gonna start guiding Hurricane away from people, find some out of the way corner to settle for right then.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Trailing after him willingly enough, though he seems decidedly reluctant to give up that contact,]

[protectshisown]

[He figures. Which is why after he finds some place out of the way, he's sitting.]

[And immeditely pulling Hurricane to sit on his lap sideways, arms wrapping around him.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers, hard, and leans right the hell into that]

...sorry.

[protectshisown]

[Raises an eyebrow.]

[Pulling out his phone and writing a message to show him.]

I told you what I'd do if you apologized unwarranted.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[WOW, he sure goes bright red]

Pretty sure this is warranted.

[protectshisown]

Unless you're apologizing for forgetting you can ask me for things, it is completely unwarranted.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean, yeah. But I'm all...

[protectshisown]

[Raises an eyebrow at him, making a go on gesture.]