The BIG DAMN OPEN POST

[creepyfries]

All the threads, all the time, for everyone! Even if we've never played together before! It's one big damn happy (or unhappy, depending which way you like your RP to swing) free for all. So if there're any set-ups you want to tag out then jump right in! (...Just please give me a scenario and set the scene well enough for me to know what we're doing, and tag the existing threads instead of adding new ones. Okay? Okay!).

OPEN FOREVER UNTIL WE HIT MAX COMMENTS.

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[bandagedbandit]

[All Clarissa knows is that after weeks of her own wretched cooking this treat is like therapy for her taste buds — it's a miracle that she likes her food on the charred side, but considering that everything she makes just tastes ominously off...

Another scoop. As Clarissa raises the fork towards her mouth, a huge dollop of red goop rolls off and plops onto the table. Drat — Clarissa curses a little and sets her fork down in the pastry dish before beginning to scoop up the dropping filling with her fingers. She runs her tongue greedily over the sauce-covered digits before sliding them into her mouth, sucking on them innocuously.]

[nameissilver]

[WOAH. Silver pauses mid-bite to just stare at her...damn it, why is that suddenly the hottest thing he's ever seen?! Suddenly he barely cares about the pie, he's too focused on the woman eating the pie...]

[bandagedbandit]

[Eventually Clarissa releases her fingers, the corners of her mouth still tinged with red. She senses Silver's gaze on her and looks back up at him, scowling.]

What?

[nameissilver]

...n-nothing! [pretends to be suddenly very interested in his pie again] You just looked...stupid with all that pie filling on your fingers! [stupidly SEXY]

[bandagedbandit]

[Hm... She narrows her eyes suspiciously at him before snatching up her fork again and angrily cramming more pie into her mouth.]

A' least I don' look— [mmph] ...stupid all of the time. Not like you!

[nameissilver]

Hey! I do not! [noms angrily on pie]

[bandagedbandit]

Do too! [om nom nom nom]

[nameissilver]

Do not! [now it's HIS turn to lick filling off his fingers]

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa opens her mouth to throw back another petty insult, but Silver's little display renders her speechless, leaving her with her mouth still uselessly open. ...Huh. She, uh...feels a little strange. Is it just her is the smell of cherry particularly intoxicating all of a sudden?]

[nameissilver]

[He's oblivious for about a minute before he catches her staring. Just like he'd been staring at her before...suddenly the flavor on his tongue is more intense than ever.]

[bandagedbandit]

[She can already feel her face becoming hot and her cheeks beginning to flush red, her breathing growing a little more frequent and shallow as that familiar ache sets in — heavier and more demanding than she's experienced in a while. Why was she reacting so strongly all of a sudden? Somehow, the rich, fruity aromas in the air aren't helping. Clarissa bites on her bottom lip, eyes heavily lidded as she frantically diverts her gaze.]

[nameissilver]

[Silver, on the other hand, is unable to avert his gaze; her hair, her eyes, the flush on her cheeks, downward to her chest-oh shit that just makes it much worse. This is hardly the first time he's looked at her and realized to his neverending dread how hot she is but the pie...somehow the stupid pie is making it worse.]

[bandagedbandit]

[She lets go of her fork and allows it to clatter onto the table before letting her hand drop, her gaze still downward.]

...I don't want any more.

[And then she's still for a moment, before, slowly, she gets onto her knees and crawls around the table towards Silver. As long as her boyfriend doesn't protest — and Clarissa sincerely hopes he doesn't — what happens next is that she climbs onto his lap, suddenly very close with her legs either side of him and her chest pressing to his as she wraps her arms around his neck.]

[nameissilver]

[Fuck the pie. Silver throws his fork down and kisses her, one hand grabbing a fistful of hair while the other goes straight for her right breast.]

[bandagedbandit]

[Whoa — Clarissa gasps a little at her breast being grabbed so suddenly. Talk about forward, Silver. Then again, neither of them seem to have much constraint at the moment.

...Which is why Clarissa is quick to push her tongue deep into Silver's mouth, moving it roughly and insistently against his.]

[nameissilver]

[Mm, much better. Silver thrusts his own tongue into her mouth, deepening that kiss and pressing his hand more firmly against her breast.]

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa moans into the kiss, one of her hands slipping upward to the back of Silver's head so she can tangle her fingers into his thick red hair. She presses close, beginning to bump her hips against him.]

[nameissilver]

[Stupid clothes! Suddenly they're just in the way, he can feel her grinding against him and knowing there's that mile-long brick wall of fabric between them is just too much. He begins to tug at her shirt with his free hand.]

[bandagedbandit]

[Stupid, you're never going to get anywhere like that. Clarissa leans back, putting enough distance between her body and Silver's so she can help him pull off her shirt, only breaking off from the kiss to tug it off over her head, letting it crumple on the floor. She latches her mouth needily back to his immediately; her hands wander up Silver's chest, climbing impatiently until they reach his neck. Clarissa fumbles for the zip on Silver's jacket, hastily pulling it downward and beginning to tug the garment down from Silver's shoulders.]

[nameissilver]

[Oh, that was much easier than mindless pulling. He lets her undress him, grasping for her breast as he moans into her mouth.]

[bandagedbandit]

[She begins to grind against him again, harder than before. The intense friction of the bulge beneath Silver's trousers pressing against her makes her moan and whimper as she ups the pace. She too is becoming increasingly frustrated by the layers of fabric holding her back, but the current pleasure is too intense for her to want to separate just yet.

While Silver's own enthusiasm is driving her further, the actual groping isn't doing much for her. She reaches for Silver's other arm, taking him by the wrist and moving his hand to her sensitive waist, pressing it there insistently.]

[nameissilver]

[Stupid pants! He can feel her through the fabric but the fabric's in the way and he'd BURN them off if he could. Suddenly he feels his hand being placed on her waist...he rubs his fingers against that area, almost teasingly.]

[bandagedbandit]

[That prompts a heightened reaction out of Clarissa, drawing a gasp out of her and making her shudder. She presses closer — Silver's touch feels so good, yet it's almost torturous at the same time. Still rubbing against him she kisses him more intensely, hoping to prompt him to knead his fingers in deeper.]

[nameissilver]

[For once he's quick on the uptake. By now he hates clothes and the very idea of them and just wants every last layer out of the way.]

[bandagedbandit]

[Y-yes, that's— Clarissa doesn't even try to suppress the scandalous moan that follows. Who knew Silver could be this good with his hands. Other thoughts about where that might lead cause her to smirk breathily into the kiss. Reluctantly she pulls herself back, forcing a hand in between them to start unzipping Silver's trousers.]