leetle | INBOX | noctium

[A pleased hum gathers at the back of Liem's throat at the teasing drag of Jester's fingers at the nape of his neck. The little touches she's been giving him feel even nicer now than they might on an ordinary day, but even more than the stroke of her fingers, he's pleased to note her hands moving to pull his bow tie undone. His collar has long since begun to feel uncomfortably hot against his flushed, oversensitive skin, and he's keenly aware of the barrier that his clothes make between him and her touch.

Ever wishing to accommodate, he eases the last of her own garments down her thighs, pulling the panties down as far as he can before her kneeling posture prevents him from sliding them any further. Already, though, she's about as bare as it's possible to be—and he's enjoying everything he sees.]

[As her panties are peeled down her thighs, past the little hip-fins she's still not quite used to and down toward her knees, Jester's fingers make quick work of Liem's bow tie and quickly abandon it to start unbuttoning his shirt. Her knees lift, one at a time, and she wiggles her underwear the rest of the way off her shins. After that, there's nothing but Jester: soft, deep blue curls nestled between her thighs, skin flushed and freckled and baring more than a few battle scars.

She's lost all sense of restraint by now, leaning forward to press hungry kisses into the open V of Liem's collar. Her fingers are halfway through his shirt buttons and it doesn't seem like they intend on stopping at any point.]

Jessie! I have something for you.

[ In the midst of all the lovin' feeling in the air, Nott has found Jester to be both the easiest of her friends to shop for and somehow one of the hardest? Because, like, Nott knows what she likes, definitely, but also, what if she already gets herself all the stuff she likes?

Whatever, it's fine. One of the things she loves about Jester is that she is unfailingly supportive of Nott's ~~worst~~ best ideas, so. This should be no different. ]

Come over when you get the chance! Youcanreplytothismessage.

Also it would be great if the chance could be in the next twenty-four hours or less. Youcanreplytothismessage.

Nott! [Still strange, to go back to saying 'Nott' instead of Veth, but Jester's getting used to it, day by day.] Something? For leetle old me? You shouldn't have!

[Color her intrigued! Literally seconds later, Jester is skidding down the hall and knocking on Nott's door with both fists. Twenty-four hours? How about twenty-four seconds!]

[Liem's head tips back on a small, hungry sigh as Jester leans in to kiss the bared skin beneath his collar. For a bright moment all he can focus on are her mouth at his throat, her body leaning closer, and the smooth flesh of her thighs beneath his still-lingering hands. She already told him to sit back and let her have her way with him—and he intends to—but he can't be near her without wanting to touch.

He wants to map her curves and her freckles and her scars with his hands, and then again with his mouth. Now that the barrier of her clothes is out of the way, he wants to revisit all the parts of her he only briefly got to sample as she was undressing. Liem shifts back reluctantly, drawing back to subside against the headboard as his eyes linger intently on her.]

Jester… [His soft voice has a hopeful undercurrent.] Would you like me to touch you?

[It's not until Liem sits back against the headboard and asks such a perfectly logical question that Jester remembers again that she's in charge of telling him what to do. Her skin flushed and eyes shining with unrestrained lust, Jester crowds in closer, straddling Liem's lap. She doesn't bother teasing him any more, putting her weight right in his lap with a debauched sigh as her bare cunt presses over the bulge in his trousers.]

Yes, I very, very much do, [she answers, looping her arms loosely around Liem's shoulders to keep enough distance between them that he can do all the looking and touching his little heart desires.]

[ Nott beams up at Jester when she opens the door, teeth on full display, and waves her in. The door can remain open or closed once Jester's in, as far as she's concerned. This isn't a particularly secret exchange. ]

Hi! C'mere. [ Her room still has the air of a guest room, even after a couple of weeks of residence: the belongings she had on her when she arrived are piled next to the bed, but there's not much in the way of personal touches otherwise. She pats the bed for Jester to sit down, and then ducks underneath it to retrieve something. ]

[ Muffled: ] So I wanted to tell you-- [ She pops up with a large, flat, pink paper box in her hands. ] I dunno, I've just been thinking a lot about, well, how lucky I am. So I wanted to tell you. [ She places the box on the bed and pushes it towards Jester. ] That I'm lucky you wouldn't leave us alone.

[ Inside the box, Jester will find a dozen donuts, glazed, sprinkled, filled, and all as brightly colored as she could manage. ]

Hiii! [Jester beams, toothy smile 4 toothy smile, and follows after Nott with a bounce in her step, glancing around the room a little to inspect the few belongings Nott has dumped on the floor. She parks her butt on the edge of the bed, and her eyes go wide as she's presented with a big pink box that looks and smells suspiciously like a bakery box.

Her face lights up as Nott tells her that she's lucky, lucky for Jester's persistence, and there's a misty edge to her expression as she opens the box, cooing softly.]

Oh...No-ooott, [she sing-songs, nearly a happy wail as she takes in those beautiful donuts nestled inside.] That's the nicest thing ever. Thank you! These look incredible!

[Liem's mind is a muddle of fleeting thoughts, desires and sensations all jostling for attention as Jester follows him back and crowds into his lap. A soft groan escapes him when her weight settles directly over his confined erection. He swallows, his nerves snapping excitedly at her nearness, squirming with a small roll of his hips beneath her as her bare arms wind around his shoulders.]

Well then.

[There's no need to say any more than that, is there? The sharp points of his fangs dig into his lip for a moment preceding a quick and eager grin, and his hands dance up her thighs with curious and leisurely fingers, rub gently over her waist and the curve of her stomach as his eyes drift intently down and back up to her face. As she straddles him he's working his way up deliberately, ardent but unhurried, toward the fullness of her breasts.]

[Whether he realizes it or not, Liem is actually kind of driving Jester crazy right now. The sounds he makes are so hot, just as restrained as those polite little movements he makes when he can't quite help himself. It makes her want nothing more than to make him let go a little more. She'll just make that her own personal mission...]

Ah, Liem... [She feels her face grow hot as his gaze darts down over her body and then back upward. Jester sighs and arches insistently into his hands, and then seeks out his mouth for another hungry kiss to help her cope with the fact that he only has two hands and can't touch her everywhere all at once.]

[Ah, gods… She feels so good straddling him like this, pressed close with her weight in his lap and all of her easily within reach. He relishes in the softness of her beneath his hands, so strangely cool but so vital, so alive. It doesn't feel quite as good as it would if he were just as naked as she, if he could feel her not just with his hands and lips but with every inch of him as their bodies twined together—

But as her mouth crushes against his, the slide of lips and tongue and the prick of fangs is already enough to pull a greedy sigh from him. He wants more, yes—and he seeks it as he meets that hungry kiss, as he cups her breasts in his hands and strokes them both. He circles and teases her nipples as he kisses her, nibbling gently at her mouth, then pinching the stiffened buds as he gives another small, wanting roll of his hips.]

[Liem's cool hands feel incredible, cupping her breasts and exploring her body so eagerly. Jester moans eagerly into his mouth, grinding her hips downward to chase the friction she so badly wants. She's bound to make a mess of his trousers at this rate, but that's a problem for Later Jester. For now, she's left to jerk and shudder in his lap as his clever fingers pinch her nipples.

In turn, she resumes her mission to work Liem's shirt off his shoulders, getting it off as far as she can without disrupting his roaming touch.]

Fuck, [she gasps, breaking away from his kiss only because her lungs have begun to burn for air. And then she remembers she's technically in charge, here, in a sudden stroke of brilliance.] Use your mouth, next!

Hey Jes, you in?

hi baby!! yes, i'm painting in me and beau's room!

Alright, well don't go anywhere!

[Guess who's showing up ten-fifteen minutes later? This half-orc right here, with a box tucked under an arm. And given it's for Jester, he let the shop girl go all out picking the sparkliest most colorful bow and paper to wrap it in.]

i'll be here!! <3

[The door is open, and Jester is propped at her window, painting the Primaveran skyline view outside, when Fjord appears holding a very sparkly package. Almost as sparkly as her eyes when she beholds it, jumping off her stool immediately and bouncing across the room towards him.]

Hey! What's all this? For me?

[Oh but the delight that lit up Jester's eyes made it all entirely worth it. Fjord flushed as he grinned down at her as she came in closer, brows lifting.]

For the low, low price of a kiss, it's all yours.

[Gods, he's so cute when he blushes like that. She's forever weak to his charms.]

Oh, I guess I can spare one...

[She reaches up to tug Fjord down toward her by the collar, tail flicking behind her as she grins into an eager kiss.]

[It's utterly ridiculous how wrapped around her finger Fjord is. Easily following that tug into the kiss with a rumbling little chuckle, free hand lifting to cup her cheek as he treated her to a warm, affectionate sort of kiss.]

[She loves kissing Fjord. Even if it feels different without his tusks, she's getting used to that. Pulling away with a little nip to his lower lip, she raises her brows at him.]

So...presents? What's the occasion? I didn't get you anything at all, Fjord!

[Fjord can't help but smile as she draws back, straightening to offer over the package.]

Well... I saw this and thought you'd like it. Just... wanted to do somethin' nice for you. [Saying nothing about how long he'd gone hunting for the right sort of colorful ridiculous gift that would make Jester smile. It was almost a little embarrassing.

He just hoped the skates tucked in a riot of neon tissue paper inside the box fit her properly.]

Awwww! [Jester squeals as she takes the box from Fjord, tail wagging excitedly as she goes to perch on the edge of her bed.] Baby, that's so sweet! The wrapping is so pretty...

[She says, as she tears into it like a wild beast. When she lifts the lid, her eyes light up. The shoes nestled inside are:

✔️ glittery
✔️ rainbow
✔️ winged
✔️ on wheels???

She loves them.]

Ohmygosh! You can wear these and...and roll around? Ahhh! Fjord! I love them!

[Oh no that tail wagging is so cute. Fjord is just gonna sit down beside her for the moment while she tears into her present with the sort of enthusiasm that really is unsurprising.

And he can't help but beam in utter delight at her response to the skates, face flushing anew.]

Yup. Lady I bought em from said you can go pretty quick once you're practiced, and there's apparently tricks you can do?

This is amazing! I'm going to learn to do a backflip!

[Jester carefully sets the box aside, only so she can throw her arms around Fjord with an excited squeal.]

Thank you so much! I love them. [And you, she wants to add, but holds herself back. She knows Fjord isn't quite there yet, and she's happy to give him all the time he needs, but she loves him so much she could burst with wanting to tell him.]

[In his way he tells her. Not with words- saying them makes them something that can be rejected, and for all he knows she loves him, there's still that part of him that chokes on actually saying it aloud.

Whatever the case, the gift says it as closely as he can bring himself to now, and he laughs, arms slinging around her in kind.] You'll do the best backflip, hands down.

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