twenty two :: written/dicktated

[i_got_this]

[South's been having a hard time dealing with the loss of a chunk of friends lately, and even after York, Tucker, and Church posed an intervention she was still finding ways of getting into trouble.]

[And then there was this.]

[Prompted by a discussion with Lucrezia about smiley faces, South felt it was on her shoulders to teach the other woman about proper doodling.]

Good Morning Castle Wonderfuck! I gotta gift for you! Enjoy!

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[fairlyclassichim]

Huh. Where I'm from we call that a bed.

[He takes it and clinks his against hers before downing about half of it in one sip. Then laughs.]

Like the state? Come on. You can give me your real name. And although I'm a thousand percent sure that I'm in some amateur home movies, I wouldn't say porn star, per se. I'm an ISIS agent. What about you?

[i_got_this]

Former Project Freelancer agent. [Downing her drink as well before continuing.] Private, experimental militia. Open the closet there, you'll get a peek at my armor.

And there's only one person who gets to call my by my real name and he went home, so it's South or whatever your imagination can come up with, but you're not getting my real name.

[fairlyclassichim]

Ha. Holy shit, that sounds crazy. I'm an international spy.

[He'll walk over and look in at the impressive armor. Naturally, the first thing that crosses his mind is wondering whether there's a way to fuck her in it. The second is that it looks kinda like the suit that blue dude that he crash landed on top of had on when he arrived at the castle.]

Jesus, that's awesome. Hang on a second... you must be from the same place as that guy Tucker. Do the different colors mean something?

[Awkward. He feels kind of like a dick for asking now. Nothing new there.]

Right. South it is.

[i_got_this]

[It's pretty unfuckable armor, sadly.]

Not really, no -- Oh, wait. For Tucker, yeah, but he's just a simulation trooper. They exist so me and my guys can get some practice in.

[It's a fucked up system. Hence 'former' agent.]

[She smiles and punches him on the arm.] See? You got it, Archer. We'll get along fine.

[fairlyclassichim]

[What the shit?! That sucks.]

You mean people where you're from just live their entire lives as simulations for some other project? Jesus.

[He winces at the punch, surprised that she's actually kind of packing. Which is... yup, definitely all manner of fucking hot. He raises an eyebrow suggestively and grins.]

Yeah, I think we might just.

[i_got_this]

Pretty much. They don't know it, though. They just think they're fighting the red or blue army and sometimes they get help from Freelancers, who are awesome.

[Yup. She's a soldier.] So. How ya wanna do this?

[She catches that suggestive eyebrow waggle and closes the distance, starting to pluck his tie out and wrap it possessively around her hand. ]

[fairlyclassichim]

Well, that's just awful for them. Really. I'm so broken up about it. Can you tell?

[As he speaks, he casually runs a hand up her side and back before placing the other one on the small of her back and pulling her in even closer.]

Oh, I dunno, maybe a little something like this...

[His hand comes up to tangle in her hair and he kisses her roughly, playfully. He lets his other hand slip down past her waist and squeezes her ass before slapping it hard - anyone who could punch like that could certainly take it. He grabs it roughly to pull her leg up around his waist and spins her around to pin her up against the wall, pressing into her and moving his lips down along her jaw to her neck.]

[i_got_this]

[She can take it. She can also give it. She fights against him in a sort of sparring-foreplay, resisting the pin. She hooks her ankle around his and pushes back on the opposite shoulder in an effort to ground him. If successful, she'll follow and attempt to pin him to the ground.]

[Throughout all, she kisses back with equal intensity, biting and scratching when she could.]

[fairlyclassichim]

[As soon as he feels her ankle hook around his, he knows what's coming, and let's himself get taken down, smirking into the kiss. He grabs her hips and grinds up against her, giving just as good as he gets with the rough kissing and nipping and grabbing. Moments later he'll attempt to flip her underneath him again, holding her wrists above her head with one hand and reaching down to brush his thumb teasingly over one breast.]

[i_got_this]

[She allows herself to be pinned, grinning wickedly and tipping her hips up against him.]

This will probably be the best sparring session I've had in a long while.

hahaha oops

[fairlyclassichim]

[He laughs and replies with a boyish grin on his face.] Yeah, it probably will be. You should know, I'm awesome. Seriously. Prepare to be amazed.

[Archer keeps her hands pinned while pulling her top up and expertly snapping the clasp of her bra open a little harder that necessary. He dips down and sucks hard enough on her neck to raise a mark while pushing her bra out of the way and exposing her breasts. He begins teasing at one nipple with his thumb and slowly trails biting kisses down her collar bone and chest until he reaches the other and grazes his teeth over it lightly, taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around.]

[i_got_this]

Any time now, hot shot.

[South squirms underneath him, determined not to make it easy but at the same time loving the sensations. She grinds her hips up against his with comparable intensity to the attention she's receiving.]