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RE: Nudely Interrupted - Kaisel - 11-02-2025
She starts like the plot to a bad movie, simply titled, the LongNight Meets the Long Knight or something equally terrible and ridiculous. Yet, she never laughs, close as he is to it as he listens, on the edge of anticipation in more ways than one now. [say]"What,"[/say] he breathes, shaking his head like that might help him get a wrap around this sudden concern of hers. [say]"Wouldn't LongNight be the least likely time anyone could see anyone else?"[/say] Certainly sticking to the party shore makes it more difficult to hide, but if they just weren't near a torch, they'd be practically invisible. Anyone else lurking would be a dead giveaway if they had a torch. Or maybe she meant people crawl around in the dark, ears cocked for the sounds of breathy moans like a bloodhound on the scent.
Everything about her seems serious though, and he hasn't been here for their style of LongNight before, so maybe he'd soon find out. While she's worried about eyes though, he's still beefing with the sand that awaits them. Regardless, the potential of having her outweighs whatever dangers lurk on the beach. [say]"Maybe they'd be kind enough to hold a light steady for us then,"[/say] he muses, more than willing to put this faceless stranger to work. [say]"So when you cum,"[/say] he hums into the corner of her lips as she hovers near him. [say]"I can watch every moment of it."[/say] He tilts into her mouth fully, the one part of her he can claim fully for now. He does so with all the intensity of what he wishes he could do to other parts of her, spurred deeper as her breasts graze him like a reminder of what more he could be having.
The other talk, of wasting him out here, earns her a reproachful scowl. [say]"Absolutely not. I'd rather drown than not have all of you."[/say] To punctuate the point, he lets go of his grip on the raft, sagging into the grip of her thighs, mouth slipping into blue with only his nose bobbing above water.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Flora - 11-02-2025
Flora gives him a wry smile, one shoulder lifting in a casual shrug as her fingers continue their slow, needy trail across his skin. [say]"There are plenty of ways to see in the dark,"[/say] she says lightly; potions, abilities, attuned shifts. [say]"I’m sure the Gilded Market goes absolutely wild this time of year with ways to watch or be invisible."[/say]
A quiet snort slips from her, half-laughter at the image of some perv solemnly holding a torch while they fuck, but it vanishes the instant his mouth hovers near hers and when you cum unfurls against her lips, low and raw and full of promise. Her breath catches like a hook behind her ribs. Every part of her tightens, heat rushing up so fast it’s dizzying.
Then he kisses her, his mouth claiming hers like it’s the only thing he’s allowed to have, and gods, she gives it willingly; parts her lips for him with a helpless, shaking moan that’s all throat and ache and want. Her fingers dive into his hair, nails catching at the roots, trying to hold herself steady against the torrent his kiss becomes.
It’s all heat and teeth, the frantic drag of lips that can’t quite get enough, a collision of hunger and restraint barely holding. Every brush of his tongue has her hips rolling closer, every flick of pressure a breath away from breaking her. Kissing Kaisel feels like drowning in something too good to survive, like chasing the last gasp before a storm devours the shore. She’s fever-hot and feral with want, every throb of her body screaming for more even as their mouths devour the only part they’re allowed to touch.
When they break, when his voice comes again and he murmurs he’d rather drown than not have all of her, something in her flinches—tight and aching—and she presses her forehead against his with a breathless, [say]"Oh thank fuck."[/say] The words tremble out between a laugh and a moan as he lets go of the raft and sinks into her, and for a moment she clings to him like she might sink too. But then her legs uncoil from around his waist, and she releases the raft, water slipping between them as she floats back a stroke or two, neon blue lighting up her shoulders as she treads water.
[say]"Last one to shore,"[/say] she calls, grin crooked and dangerous, [say]"has to stay quiet."[/say] And then she’s gone; diving beneath the oncoming wave, letting it carry her closer to the sand, curls streaming behind her like gold ink through dark water. She breaks the surface again a moment later, still grinning, and starts to swim, not intending to lose this race.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Kaisel - 11-02-2025
She holds him like he might vanish, tangling every part of them together she could, unwilling for tides or anything else to pull them apart. It drives him wild. To be so adored, to find his fervor returned just as fully, he's never known he could feel a love as rich as this, though he's always hoped to.
The kiss reaches a pitch that makes the rafts creak with the effort of holding them upright through the chaos of their withheld want. Every part of them curls against each other, relief too out of reach but the ache to have it making the search for it frantic. Her fingers yank against the wet of his hair and fuck he wishes she would pull a fistful out just so he might have pain as a distraction from the impossible way he craves more of her than this. He'd consume her mouth if it were possible, each stretch of her tongue and tug of her teeth rolling a pulse that throbs through the length of his dick which knows her thighs are closer than they seem.
It's only a glimmer of self-preservation that permits him to break away from her, breathless and foggy as if he's been drinking her this whole time and can't claim to be sober anymore. It's part of what drives him to mock drown himself, because he's really reaching his limits here, the pain of extended arousal without proper attention threatening to settle into his balls, blue with more than bioluminescent water. A short laugh rouses against all odds though at her swift relief, water burbling around his released breath. Though, through the humor, he's grateful she'd been so considerate as to offer, but her sentiments are echoed with an overall feeling of fuck that.
With the gleam that finds her face, he's expecting she's devised some new way to tease and torture him, and that isn't entirely wrong. [say]"That sounds AWFUL!"[/say] he calls after her, regretting that he already released the raft, lacking anything to shove off from as he turns and cuts an armstroke into the water, legs kicking up light.
Much like his little bet to her earlier, he's tempted to let her win, not particularly wanting to go without all the sounds he relishes. However, he knows he physically cannot keep silent now, and already enduring enough punishment, the risk of breaking these new rules feels like one he can't take. [say]"Mel!"[/say] he starts ti channel as he swims furiously after her. [say]"Sorry, it's gonna be wet, but help me slow her down so I can win."[/say]
Kaisel channels Melita, 1/2 Deepfrost 319 channels.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Melita - 11-02-2025
One moment, Melita was content on the beach, parading around the bonfire, and in the next, she was suddenly swept away in the blink of an eye, to be sent towards the sea. Bewildered, staring into the darkness, she could hear Flora and Kaisel nearby, and the call, the command, and for half a second, she poised aloft on the waves, anklet dangling on her limb, ensuring she was along the surface, and excited.
This could be it. She could make a difference.
In a race, apparently, but nonetheless, her first big demigod moment, a little blaze of glory.
[say]“I gotchu!”[/say] she hollered back, though she could really only hear hollering and splashing amidst the area – some lights, some raft. Uncertain about her aim, she shrugged, and given he didn’t specify anything beyond ensuring Flora was slowed down, the Honeybee unleashed her wild magic.
And promptly fell asleep, face first into the sea.
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[say]Melita has used her wild magic, unfortunately, to take a nap.:
8. Melita falls asleep for 1 round
Water Dancer | This delicate anklet, when worn, allows the user to step upon the surface of water as though it was solid as the ground. Can be used once per thread.
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Basic | Cost: Bonus Action[/say]
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Flora - 11-02-2025
The water rushes in her ears, the thundering of her own pulse loud enough to drown out just about everything except the glow of the beach ahead and the burn in her thighs as she kicks through the waves. She hears Kaisel calling something behind her, voice ragged and a little far off, but she figures it’s just him trying to bait her into slowing down—bluff and bluster to distract her from winning. But then there's another voice.
High and bright, a different kind of holler, and Flora frowns instantly. Her head jerks up as she turns, strokes slowing, just in time to catch a shape standing??? somehow on the waves. The water around it burns in electric arcs, a living sculpture of light and colour, and then suddenly the figure crumples, folding like a marionette with its strings cut.
Flora freezes, panic slamming into her chest, the tide catching her side as she treads back. It’s the hair she recognises first—copper-bright and unmistakable— even half-submerged.
[say]"IS SHE OKAY?"[/say] Flora shouts toward the dark, voice sharp with alarm, scanning frantically to see if the Honeybee so much as twitches. The racing pulse of arousal is gone in an instant, her limbs already shifting to swim toward the fallen figure, confusion and concern flashing across her face as bright as the sea itself.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Kaisel - 11-02-2025
Well, suffice to say, nothing has gone according to plan. Not the fun little skinnydip that has left him ravenous with need, not his first attempt to race her, not the rafts that from a distance seemed like they could hold them, and now not his genius plan to win a pointless race when he'd have the prize of Flora either way at the end.
He's grinning with premature triumph at her yelled, I gotchu!. It dissolves like cotton candy in water the instant she slumps over though, Flora's own wild concern racing equally through him. [say]"I DUNNO!"[/say] he yells back to her, changing course to get closer to the shape slumped somewhere through the dark sea. [say]"SHE HIT HERSELF ONCE WHEN WE SPARRED, SAID IT'S HER WILD MAGIC!"[/say] He's thinking maybe this is the same thing, but he can't say, because she's suspended above the water and motionless and he can't for the life of him understand what the fuck her abilities do.
So much for being rescued, he might be dragging her to shore now.
Closer to her, Kaisel reaches her first, and reaches up with a breathless puff for one of her dangling arms. [say]"Mel!?"[/say] he asks, shaking her arm with drips of water coming off his hand, blue light glinting over her in his haste to reach her.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Flora - 11-02-2025
Kaisel's already to Melita when the shape vanishes—one blink she’s there, sprawled and glowing like something painted into the sea—and the next she’s simply gone, as if the ocean grew tired of holding her. A wave lifts Flora high enough to see Kaisel, now standing alone in the surf with nothing but the dark around him and water rippling where the Honeybee had just been.
Flora slows, treading water a few lengths away, her curls plastered to her cheek, breath still tight in her lungs. Her brow furrows as she scans the spot again, eyes flicking to the faintest shimmer of bioluminescent streaks disturbed by motion, then to Kaisel’s outstretched hand where he'd just touched her. Confusion gives way to something warier. Her voice is quiet at first, almost cautious, as she floats a little closer, the swell of a wave tilting her gently toward him.
[say]"Did you..."[/say] she starts, then hesitates, trying not to let anything sharpen the edges of her tone. Not quite an accusation, just trying to understand. Her brows knit as she squints into the dark. [say]"Did you just channel another girl?"[/say]
Maybe all of Kai's comments about knives had been him testing the waters about a threesome after all.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Kaisel - 11-02-2025
She vanishes before he gets any sort of response or reassurance, but at least she's not in the open sea anymore. It's a meager relief, and he sighs, frustrated and worried and confused all at once. His hand slips back into the water as a wave swells and he sways to stay abreast of it with only his single arm.
He can hear the arrival of Flora with the splatter of water, urgent at first, then slowing, and stopping. He twists his head towards her as they shift and slide over the dark sea, electric breaks granting vision like a spare, staggering blink. He can't see all the streaking thoughts flickering over her face, but the mood shifted before the quiet drop of her question, it's softness only proof enough of the regret already pooling inside him, and suddenly the sea does feel rather cold.
[say]"Well, yeah."[/say] Confusion ripples through him on the way she focuses on girl, rather than, why did you channel someone and almost drown them? Which, he did warn her, and didn't think she'd pass out over open water. [say]"I'd have called Frey, but they can't answer. It's so dark I don't think anyone can see shit, but didn't want to try and explain that later to one of your dads."[/say]
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Flora - 11-02-2025
Flora shakes her head, curls flinging seawater like little sparks into the dark, though nothing about the gesture feels sharp. If anything, it’s too slow—confused more than upset—not yet sure where this is all landing. The mention of Frey immediately sets a few stars blinking on in her brain, illuminating the obvious: the channeling was about sex. Mention of her dads is a bit of a curveball, one she doesn't have time to consider.
She keeps treading water, feet barely skimming sand when the waves lean in her favour, the sea lifting and lowering her like it’s cradling a question she hasn’t figured out how to ask yet. What had he expected to get from Melita in six seconds? What could she possibly have offered that he didn’t already have right in front of him, naked and ready and so in love with him she can barely breathe?
Because if it was modesty, or nerves, or just the sheer panic of being seen by someone on the shoreline, then surely he would have waited to channel until they were on the sand? She doesn’t want to jump to conclusions—gods, she hates how easily her brain jumps—but there’s something scratching at the edge of her heart, something she can’t quite laugh off, can’t quite look away from. Had she said too much? Teased too hard? Had the game tipped too far into something that didn’t feel like fun anymore for him?
Or maybe—maybe—there was just something he wanted that she couldn’t give, like being a fork when what he wanted was steak. It makes sense, then, why he might channel in a knife.
[say]"Oh."[/say] The word spills out before she can catch it, soft and uneven. She lifts her hand to wipe her mouth even though there’s nothing there but salt, stalling for a second longer before the real question stirs up behind her teeth. [say]"Did..."[/say] Her voice cracks gently over the word, not from pain, just uncertainty. She squares her shoulders, even with the water dragging at her jewellery and her pride, and tries again. [say]"Did you want her here?"[/say]
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Kaisel - 11-02-2025
He's never going to touch silverware again at this rate.
Oh she says, and it feels wrong. The sound of it lands oddly, and he can't place it. Figuring the issue is that he can't much see her face now with the raft light so distant, he tries to close the distance amid the surf, one hand reaching out for her through the dark tide that keeps pushing and pulling. Then the first word starts up, but she clips it back, and that's wrong too. For all their games and competitions, it seems he upset her with this one, more tease than any actual gameboard. [say]"Flo—"[/say] He starts to say just as she rouses her voice again, so he sucks his back in.
Her questions continue to make little sense, and his 'brow wrinkles as he tries to understand. [say]"Did I want...the person I channeled to be here?"[/say] he repeats, as if sure that the waves had swallowed something up. She's not stupid, he knows that, so clearly he must be, because it feels like this answer is so obvious there's no reason she'd ask it. Unless you can channel without meaning to, like preejaculating, but with demi-gods. Mel had not been any precum though.
[say]"I mean, yeah,"[/say] he finally relents, unable to see a different angle for what she means. [say]"Although I sure fucking thought she'd help me beat you to shore and not just scare us both to death."[/say] Although, now they're back on even distance, so in a weird way, Mel kinda did what he asked.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Flora - 11-02-2025
Flora been expecting an adamant fuck no. A laugh, maybe. Some snarky, indignant protest about how obviously he didn’t want anyone else here with them. But instead, he repeats her question like she’s the one being ridiculous, and the moment sits strangely in her chest, all the humour and heat slipping out of it. Her eyes drop to the water, blinking at the bioluminescent flickers as if the ocean might offer some clearer answer than he had. She barely notices the hand reaching for her; she’s too caught on the word yeah, on the way it leaves his mouth without hesitation.
Her breath escapes sharp and quiet, lashes fluttering as she stares at the glow curling around them, suddenly unsure where the current shifted. She’s not mad about the idea of a threesome by any means. She doesn’t embarrass easily, and she certainly doesn’t shame others for wanting more. But she’d thought if it was something Kai had wanted, they’d talk about it first rather than having it sprung on her.
Was that what Melita had meant by I gotchu? Is that why she'd appeared and then laid down, with Kai going to her?
Flora's brows pull together, blinking through the sudden haze of confusion and hurt as she finally lifts her head at the sound of Kaisel’s voice still murmuring on about...something. He’s trying to explain, she thinks, but all she hears is the weird slant of it, the casual shrug beneath the words. They'd been about to have sex and yeah he'd wanted Melita there.
Her expression folds into something tight and frustrated. She shakes her head, water flicking from her curls like little sparks that don’t quite catch fire, and meets his eyes with a look that’s more ache than accusation. [say]"What?"[/say] The word is small, incredulous, almost broken with disbelief. Not because she’s angry—because she wants to understand. But none of it makes sense. Not the channelling. Not Melita. Not the way this night has gone from glowing to gutted in what feels like no time at all.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Kaisel - 11-02-2025
His hand brushes against her arm, still searching for contact, but fumbling through dark and water while his legs strain for purchase on the sand. Maybe they both have water in their ears now, because she can't seem to hear him right either, a strangled what the only response he gets. What, like, she didn't understand his words, and is annoyed that he didn't speak clearer? Or what, like, what are you a fucking idiot for going that hard on a little race? Both, he decides.
[say]"I said,"[/say] he starts with the drag of an inhale, trying to find patience when heat has splintered and a shiver threatens to chatter his teeth precisely when he's trying to enunciate. [say]"I thought she'd help me win the race, not freak us out."[/say] He waves his other hand now, scattering droplets in blue sprinkles over the waves. [say]"You're right though,"[/say] he sighs, hand running back through his hair, pulling wet strands away from his eyes.
He means the version of her that he's taken to have been scolding him over this entire ridiculous encounter. [say]"It was a stupid reason,"[/say] he admits with a huff. [say]"I mean, I didn't even care that much about winning, I just didn't think I could stay silent, so, figured I better not lose.[/say] He shrugs, because saying it out loud has even weaker logic. Not that he'd been in the best state for thinking clearly.
[say]"Anyway, let's get out of the water,"[/say] he suggests, the hand that's been yearning for her trying to grasp firm on her hand now to tug her along. He's hoping to see her through torchlight, find some warmth, and avoid losing words to waves, maybe even try again.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Flora - 11-02-2025
A soft, stunned breath breaks into a laugh, bubbling up before she can catch it. Flora squeezes her eyes shut, not from humour but relief; bright and mortified and almost dizzy with it. Gods, she’d really thought...she shakes her head, already wincing at herself. Apparently neither of them had been thinking clearly, but at least now the ache in her chest loosens, diffusing into the water between them.
The moment his hand finds hers, her fingers tighten reflexively, warm and grateful, tugging on him like a lifeline. She draws herself against him without hesitation, pressing forward until the distance evaporates, skin brushing skin and her other hand resting lightly against his chest, grounding herself in the steady thrum of him.
[say]"Assborn,"[/say] she complains affectionately. [say]"I thought—"[/say] Her voice hitches on the leftover absurdity of it, laughter curling around the words as she tilts her head up at him. [say]"I thought you’d channelled Mel in for a quick threesome or something."[/say] With the ground just brushing the tips of her toes now, she shifts her weight and begins to buoyantly bounce backward through the waves, not letting go of his hand.
RE: Nudely Interrupted - Kaisel - 11-02-2025
She laughs. It normally fills him with joy, but this one feels more out of place than usual, although his own nervous chuckle rolls free, much like a dog barking because another dog is, clueless about what or why. He can faintly catch the tilt of her head, draped in a backsplash of blue, and it feels like it snaps the confusion from his chest to see her in motion again.
It's the hug of her hand that gives him the most reassurance though, worry easing through the curl of fingers like something never meant to be held onto. She uses the extension of his arm like a reel, and he sways with the force of her joining him fully, a soft oof escaping as her body presses back along him. Assborn, and his smile cracks, apologetic in its tilt as he grunts in agreement. It had been a very assborn thing to do.
It's a slap then, less in violence and more in shock, to hear the rest of what follows suit. [say]"What!?"[/say] he nearly choking around the sound as the force of it leaving takes half a lung with him. Meanwhile, she's happily bounding away, light as can be while he feels about ready to plummet well below the sand. [say]"Fuck,"[/say] he bites out, [say]"n o."[/say] It's sharp and strong in it's disagreement, and he's still winded by the disbelief as he sways after her, the feeling of the shore coming in and out of reach and then peeling away with the waves underfoot not helping counterbalance the shifting inside him one bit.
[say]"Is this about the fork and the knife?"[/say] he demands, tugging back on her arm for a second as they both find enough purchase to walk instead of float. He needs her full attention, so he spins her back towards him with an urgency to hold her gaze. [say]"Flora,"[/say] he stretches her name like it's the first time he's ever said it, folding meaning into the stress of each sound. [say]"You are the only some I want. You're everything, Flora. All that I could want or need, right here."[/say] He tugs on her hand in his, holding it up as if proof, in case she forgot. [say]"I need you to believe that, or else I'm not leaving this beach until you do."[/say] He considers, briefly, proving it by dropping to one knee even.