[It expands to an image--a photo, perhaps. It is very dark, perhaps less for artistic merit and more out of embarrassment or plain lack of skill. Nevertheless, there is just enough light to make out the curve of a chin and the crest of thighs folded over lower legs, knees parted. Above that, obviously unbuttoned shirt tails, but the rest of her form seems lost in shadow. But there's the dull glint of eyes peering out from chest to belly to inner thigh, so if anything is lost to the camera, it doesn't seem to be clothing]
[A pause, then the stained glass opens wide, the curtains half-open. There's the fuzzy shape of Nemesis' hair so it's not a surprise who the mysterious window opener could be, but the majority of her is on the other side of the curtains, just in case,]
[It's dim in the room, though not as much as in the picture. That said, eyes still wink out from the depths of the rumpled and slightly oversized navy button-down, hanging open save for one button at mid-chest. The rest of Nemesis smiles up at Req as well, perhaps aiming for coy but landing closer to shy]
If you were thinking about me it's only kind to come help out, right?
[ dragging her gaze down her body with a hum as she settles onto the floor, slowly circling around her to take in all of her, cheeks pleasantly flushed and ghosting her fingers over Nem's hip and around her back, over that shirt. ]
[Nemesis shivers a little under Req’s touch, and Nem’s gaze follows as Req circles her. Heat washes over her in insistent little waves, and she can’t help but cant towards her a little.]
Well...
[Her throat is dry, and she swallows before continuing, aware of Req’s eyes on her]
If I was thinking about you...you should get a say, right? I mean...hearing what you like is, uh. A turn on, so.
[She flushes, then pulls open the curtains a bit more; crawls onto the bed and settles somewhere in the middle, sitting on her knees.]
Was lying in bed. And then I started thinking about you... And the video you sent...
[Lays her hands on the tops of her thighs, parting her legs a bit; trails her hands over her knees and up the outsides of her legs, not quite as far as the hem of Req's shirt. Her gaze doesn't quite make it to meet Requiem's either, cheeks flushed and face turned a bit away]
...Usually I don't, uh, by myself. But I couldn't stop thinking about it, so...
[Her hands come back down around her knees, then slowly sweep up the insides instead, shivering a bit at the feel of her rough fingers over the sensitive skin. Her legs part a little more as her touch travels down to her knees again]
[trails her hands northwards again, curling her fingers a bit to scrape the blunt tips of her fingers over her skin]
I thought about...what it must've been like, to make. About how you must've felt, knowing--somebody was gonna watch it later...somebody like me...
[her blush goes differently embarrassed, somehow bashful and aroused at the same time. chances a glance up at Req before continuing]
I forgot how nice you sounded... Like--not just your voice, but also your breathing, and--when you touched yourself... Seemed like you were enjoying it...
[her hand makes it to the faint scar on her thigh and keeps going, disappearing under the hem of the borrowed shirt, exposing more of her belly. the other crests her thigh and trails over its inside, a faint purple glow indicating both the warming function and touch sensors are turned on, though from the flush over her cheeks and the jut of her nipples into the soft cotton, those aren't the only things that are ayyyy]
[ req's leaned forward, her pupils expanding wide in the dark. But she
doesn't approach-- yet, anyway, though it looks like a near thing-- and she
licks her lips, slightly, her voice gone a little rougher.
Her eyes focus on that hand, her whole body tense with anticipation. ]
Yeah, baby... cuz I knew you'd see it. You should-- you should show me. How
you think I felt, back then.
[a shiver goes through her at the attention; at the roughness of Req's voice. Nemesis swallows again]
I guess...maybe you thought about what you wanted to do, or--or what you'd want done to you... So, maybe, when you touched your breasts, you thought about me imagining the feel of 'em...
[by now her hands have slid up her body under the shirt to cup her own more modest chest, the faint glow of her prosthetic's indicator lights visible through the fabric. From there it's not hard to get the idea that her words narrate her actions, especially as they go a little more breathless]
The heft in my hands or the squish between my fingers, or how your nipples pebble up so quick against--'gainst my thumbs. Wonder if you figured I'd think about how they feel against my cheeks, or 'gainst my tongue...
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Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-12 02:16 am (UTC)From:Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-12 02:17 am (UTC)From:requiem: 👀👀👀👀👀👀
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-12 03:02 am (UTC)From:Nemesis!: uh
Nemesis!: that ok ?
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-12 05:11 am (UTC)From:requiem: incredibly hot
requiem: srsly holy moly
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-12 10:09 pm (UTC)From:Nemesis!: rly
Nemesis!: ?
Nemesis!: wasnt video but
Nemesis!: wanted to do sth ,
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-15 03:36 pm (UTC)From:requiem: u home?
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-15 07:15 pm (UTC)From:Nemesis!: just uh
Nemesis!: thinking of you
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-15 07:16 pm (UTC)From:requiem: open ur window
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-16 05:22 am (UTC)From:Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-16 05:28 am (UTC)From:[ slides in sideways, dressed in casual PJs instead of her usual cool others, her broad wings ruffling as she nudges the curtain aside.
She jeans towards nem, automatically, eyes bright in the dark with hunger(and no small amount of genuine happiness) . ]
Hiding from me, baby girl?
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-16 05:47 am (UTC)From:Just wanted a private showing is all.
...I mean, assuming you don't mind.
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-16 02:02 pm (UTC)From:[ dragging her gaze down her body with a hum as she settles onto the floor, slowly circling around her to take in all of her, cheeks pleasantly flushed and ghosting her fingers over Nem's hip and around her back, over that shirt. ]
But I'd love to stay and watch, too...
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-17 01:32 am (UTC)From:Well...
[Her throat is dry, and she swallows before continuing, aware of Req’s eyes on her]
If I was thinking about you...you should get a say, right? I mean...hearing what you like is, uh. A turn on, so.
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-17 02:42 am (UTC)From:[ pulls away, floating a little to sit in midair, an arm's length from her, and watch expectantly. ]
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-17 04:49 am (UTC)From:Was lying in bed. And then I started thinking about you... And the video you sent...
[Lays her hands on the tops of her thighs, parting her legs a bit; trails her hands over her knees and up the outsides of her legs, not quite as far as the hem of Req's shirt. Her gaze doesn't quite make it to meet Requiem's either, cheeks flushed and face turned a bit away]
...Usually I don't, uh, by myself. But I couldn't stop thinking about it, so...
[Her hands come back down around her knees, then slowly sweep up the insides instead, shivering a bit at the feel of her rough fingers over the sensitive skin. Her legs part a little more as her touch travels down to her knees again]
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-17 03:01 pm (UTC)From:[ watching with rapt attention, learning forward a little as she watches those fingers slide up inside her thigh. ]
... yeah? Then what?
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-18 04:47 am (UTC)From:I thought about...what it must've been like, to make. About how you must've felt, knowing--somebody was gonna watch it later...somebody like me...
[her blush goes differently embarrassed, somehow bashful and aroused at the same time. chances a glance up at Req before continuing]
I forgot how nice you sounded... Like--not just your voice, but also your breathing, and--when you touched yourself... Seemed like you were enjoying it...
[her hand makes it to the faint scar on her thigh and keeps going, disappearing under the hem of the borrowed shirt, exposing more of her belly. the other crests her thigh and trails over its inside, a faint purple glow indicating both the warming function and touch sensors are turned on, though from the flush over her cheeks and the jut of her nipples into the soft cotton, those aren't the only things that are ayyyy]
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-18 11:57 pm (UTC)From:[ req's leaned forward, her pupils expanding wide in the dark. But she doesn't approach-- yet, anyway, though it looks like a near thing-- and she licks her lips, slightly, her voice gone a little rougher.
Her eyes focus on that hand, her whole body tense with anticipation. ]
Yeah, baby... cuz I knew you'd see it. You should-- you should show me. How you think I felt, back then.
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-19 04:08 am (UTC)From:[a shiver goes through her at the attention; at the roughness of Req's voice. Nemesis swallows again]
I guess...maybe you thought about what you wanted to do, or--or what you'd want done to you... So, maybe, when you touched your breasts, you thought about me imagining the feel of 'em...
[by now her hands have slid up her body under the shirt to cup her own more modest chest, the faint glow of her prosthetic's indicator lights visible through the fabric. From there it's not hard to get the idea that her words narrate her actions, especially as they go a little more breathless]
The heft in my hands or the squish between my fingers, or how your nipples pebble up so quick against--'gainst my thumbs. Wonder if you figured I'd think about how they feel against my cheeks, or 'gainst my tongue...
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
Date: 2020-07-23 04:01 pm (UTC)From:[ teasing softly, her eyes narrowing with pleasure and a smile curling her lips.
Her voice stays low, rumbling, as if anyone could come by and overhear. ]
Think about you every time, you know. When I touch myself...