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]

[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.]

[nameissilver]

[Oh hell yes. His fingers knead at her more firmly, his other hand still squeezing her breast.]

[bandagedbandit]

[Shit, that's distracting. Clarissa gasps sharply, head dipping involuntarily forward. Her hands stall, before she scrambles to get the trousers undone with renewed vigour. She struggles with the buttons before trying to yank the clothing off of Silver. He might need to help her out a bit here, this is too difficult to do while Silver's sitting down.]

[nameissilver]

[Silver pulls away from the kiss for a moment, panting] Maybe we better move for a sec.

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa nods breathlessly, reluctantly climbing off of Silvers lap. She kneels weakly on the floor beside him, her chest still rising and falling noticeably as she tugs her fingers through her tangled hair. Well, since they're already separated anyway...] ...Wanna take this somewhere more comfortable? [Like the sofa, or the bed...anywhere more cushioned than the floor (they might need that).]

[nameissilver]

Yeah. [he can't keep his eyes off her breasts] The couch. It's closer. [his own hair's a mess and his lips are swollen from her kisses]

[bandagedbandit]

[She nods, still panting lightly. She pulls herself up off the floor, using the coffee table to press herself up. Her legs feel shaky and weak and her head is spinning in a way that's not entirely unpleasant. She pads over to the sofa, subtly discarding of her skirt on the way, letting it crumple on the floor before stepping neatly out of it. Once over on the sofa she leans back against the arm rest, stretching her shapely, bandaged legs out over the cushions.]

[nameissilver]

[Silver shucks off his pants, then proceeds to just stand there staring at those legs. Staring...staring...even the bandages look kinda hot right now.]

[bandagedbandit]

[She catches Silver staring and raises an eyebrow irritably at him. Trust Clarissa to still find room for that heated temperament of hers even when caught in a mutual act of seduction...]

Oi. Are you going to stand there staring like an idiot or are you going to do something about this already? Geez, quit gawking!

[nameissilver]

R-right! [climbs onto the couch with her, clumsy as ever] L-let's do this!

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa tuts angrily and shoots him a cautionary glare.]

Careful!

[Something about Silver's awkwardness about all this is leaking into her, and suddenly Clarissa can't help but feel a tad self-conscious sprawled out in front of him like this, sparking flashes of doubt about his own lack of experience in this area. She silences these thoughts by grabbing Silver and pulling him harshly down on top of her. Not her best idea ever, seeing as she winces and curses immediately from the force of his fall against her own injured form, but this is forever better than pratting around uncertainly forever (just get it started before she loses her own goddamn nerve).]

[nameissilver]

[Woah! He's gotten used to her being aggressive with him, but in his current state being grabbed like that...well, it's turning him on a hell of a lot more than he'd like to admit. Silver clumsily grinds against her, making some effort not to irritate her injuries more than they already are.]

[bandagedbandit]

[She coils her arms around his neck and pulls him closer to her—as long as Silver doesn't put his full weight on her she'll be fine. Jumping into the action like this lets some of the nervous tension in her stomach fade, still present but drowned by the hot, heavy feeling there instead. The hiss of pleasure Silver drags out of her should be enough to let him know that, as clumsy as he's being about it, he's still hitting all the right places. But it's not enough. Clarissa lifts her hips to make it easier for Silver, pushing needily back against him.]

[nameissilver]

[He'll just be careful about that, then, continuing to push against her, burying one hand in her hair]