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| REPOST MINUS SENSITIVE INFO by Zseni 03/03/2003, 5:16pm PST | ||||
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THANKS STOO
Jhoh Creexul wrote:Zseni wrote:Bananadine wrote: But that's exactly what she said. Anyway I wasn't sure about posting the log BEFORE I had a word with Jane this morning, and now? Let's throw them both up. Part 1: Post-Threesome. {A_____} Seifer: *now THAT was a nap. He wakes still curled around Squall, instantly and ferally aware of his scent and warmth and breathing. Lightly he caresses the scar he left on Squall's face, and then his own, and gets a little lost in reverie.* {Sally} Squall: *twitching a little at the touch. He's still asleep and looking rather... well, debauched* {Jane} Irvine: *dead to the world, and therefore relaxed* {A_____} Seifer: *thinking impossible, manic, grandoise thoughts in a sort of sleep-wakeful way - so I was the first and the last, the alpha and the omega. And then I let Irvine touch him. Touch him. Him. Unforgiveable, all of it. But he let me - but I gave up - but - but...* {Sally} Squall: *mumbles something and twitches* {Jane} Irvine: *kzzzxxxrrrrckcchh* {A_____} Seifer: *Hyne, that oaf. And he says I snore. This is a deal with the devil, I wonder how long I'll be able to hold out. Oh I can hold out forever, I'm the king of the world, but how long can I hold out?* *he strokes Squall's hair back, following the curve of the back of his head and his neck, and sighs* {Sally} Squall: *it's probably a combination of touch and the snore but he blinks his eyes open slowly* {A_____} Seifer: *leaning down to peck his cheek* Hello there. {Jane} Irvine: *comes awake quite suddenly, with a jump, and sits up. He blinks at Squall and Seifer for a couple of stupid moments, then rolls off the bed and goes nakedly stumbling for the bathroom.* {Sally} Squall: *scrubs a hand over his eyes* What is that noise? {A_____} Seifer: That. Is Irvine. I forgot to mention that part when I was pulling a fast one on you yesterday. He snores. {Sally} Squall: ... {A_____} Seifer: *sighing again, he rolls onto his back and tucks his hands under his head, staring at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of Irvine in the bathroom* {Sally} Squall: *starts to run a hand through his hair and stops. He's rather a mess* What? {A_____} Seifer: That noise, it was Irvine snoring. {Sally} Squall: I meant what's wrong with you. {Jane} Irvine: *utilizes the restroom and splashes his face with a bit of water, before staggering back out and flopping onto the bed. He lands partly on Seifer's thighs and partly on Squall's middle.* {Sally} Squall: Ugh... you're heavy, Kinneas. {A_____} Seifer: Gaaah! *he's shocked, but the interruption is not too terribly unwelcome. His retaliation is sharp and swift: a smack to Irvine's ass* You hog! {Jane} Irvine: *starts with a gasp, his eyes opening more, and he squints at them both* Ah knew it. Y'all think I'm fat. {Sally} Squall: *mutters something better left unheard* {A_____} Seifer: *laughing* You're in a good mood, you porklard. *he pulls Irvine back by his hips to lie next to him* {Sally} Squall: *shifting a bit uncomfortable, to say he's fastidious is an understatement* {Jane} Irvine: *rolls onto his back beside Seifer and streeeeetches, arms over his head and back arched, groaning a long and luscious, nearly sexual groan* MMmmmmmmmm god. Awright, I'll lay off the cookies. {Sally} Squall: *what am I doing... Is there something about this place? In bed with both? What am I thinking...* {A_____} Seifer: *peremptorially, he wriggles down between Irvine's legs and stretches, neck out, chin resting at the top of Irvine's pubis, to gaze up at him* I seem to recall I made you a promise. {Sally} Squall: *blink* {Jane} Irvine: Eh? *lifts his head and blinks down at Seifer, then smiles awkwardly at him, whispering* It's okay. You don't have to. I know... I mean, if it's too hard, it's okay. {A_____} Seifer: *the warm vibrations of his throat when he speaks translate directly to Irvine's most sensitive parts; it was one of the more persuasive ways of holding discussions he knew about* Doesn't look too hard yet. Not in the mood, pet? {Sally} Squall: *unembarassedly watching - this arrangement had it's benefits - I wonder if...* {Jane} Irvine: Oh... *shuts his eyes for a second as his lower parts start to stir* You know what I mean... difficult. I'm not... I mean, you don't have any responsibilities to me... {A_____} Seifer: *shoving a hand between the mattresses, he pulls out a long silk cord - probably jacked from Alucard's sword collection, or maybe one of Ran's sword bags.* We haven't even been together a whole day and already you're thinking about breaking the rules? That's...naughty. {Sally} Squall: *what is he doing with that thing?* {Jane} Irvine: No! I'm... *eyes Seifer uncertainly, thinking of a really uncomfortable place that could go* I'm just tryin' to say something here... {A_____} Seifer: *gently, lightly, he pulls back and dusts Irvine's balls with the tasselled end of the cord* If you're not interested, I'm in no mood to force you. {Sally} Squall: Something wrong, Kinneas? *sitting up now, still looking a mess from the morning* {Jane} Irvine: That's not... damnit. *he flops back onto the pillow and looks up at Squall, frankly open-mouthed at the rumpled beauty of the man when he's not trying to be something more "acceptable"* Don't call me that? Use my name. {Sally} Squall: Irvine, then. What's the problem? {Jane} Irvine: *gazes worshipfully at Squall for a few moments, all his insides melting when Squall says his name. And all his outer parts getting nice and stiff.* I'm just sayin'. If Seifer doesn't wanna do one thing or another, he shouldn't have to. That's all. {A_____} Seifer: *tying the cord loosely around Irvine's knees, he gets up and cinches them closed, expressionless* I'm going to the bathroom. *And he does, shutting and locking the door after him.* {Sally} Squall: *frowns* What was that? {Jane} Irvine: *gasps sharply, squirming a little, and pushing up on his elbows to blink at Squall* Listen, there's something you oughtta know about Seifer. I think him bein' with anybody but you sorta... makes him sick. So I was just tryin' to say he didn't have to. {A_____} Seifer: *draining the lizard, washing up, all very ordinary. Except for his instantaneously murderous mood. Fuck that little bitch Irvine, why can't he just lay there and enjoy himself, why does it always have to be a crisis. The last fucking thing I want to do is put myself out to make him feel welcome. Fuck. _Fuck._* {Sally} Squall: Sick? {Jane} Irvine: You have a really frustratin' habit of just repeating anything I say with a question mark after it. {Sally} Squall: Answer the question. {A_____} Seifer: *filling the sink with cold water, he plunges his head into it and comes up roaring, shaking vigorously and drying himself off with a handtowel. He leans against the bathroom wall on his forehead, breathing hard and trying to get his temper under control. * {A_____} Seifer: * If I go out there and he has his hand on Squall's ass - that ass which belongs to ME - I will rip off both his fucking arms and shove them down his throat.* {Jane} Irvine: Squall... you moron. Forget it. Help me with this? *pulls on the cord around his knees* {Sally} Squall: *sits back on his heels, studying him* {Jane} Irvine: God, I oughtta get outta here. *lifts his legs to start working on the knot* He's gonna be pissed at me either way, but if I go now, he... well, he can get pissed at me later, and later's better than now. {Sally} Squall: Don't. {A_____} Seifer: *with his usual perfect timing he emerges from the bathroom, towel around his shoulders. No hand on ass - that's good.* What's going on? {Sally} Squall: *still studying the cowboy* Why tie him? *what am I *doing*?* {Jane} Irvine: *knees over his head, picking at the silk-cord knot, glances sidelong at Seifer* I've gotta go do some stuff. {A_____} Seifer: *a furtive, curious look - that was a very, very interesting question. But he doesn't answer, and instead he helps Irvine get free* We'll see you later, then. {Jane} Irvine: *gets himself free and tumbles out of bed, pulling into the clothes he dropped there... god, when was it?* Man, Zell's gonna wonder what the fuck is up with me. *buttons up his pants and just carries his shirts, waving at the other two* See you around. {Sally} Squall: *looking from one to the other* What? {A_____} Seifer: *picking up his discarded robe from the floor. He slips it on but doesn't bother tying it as he watches Squall* Are you going too? {Sally} Squall: *grimaces* I'm not doing anything without a shower. *getting up, not bothering to put anything on* *grumbling* Wish you two would figure something out... *heading off for the bathroom* {A_____} Seifer: *chasing after him* Let me help. {Jane} Irvine: *saunters out and shuts the door behind him so they have all the privacy they could hope for. He, is going to wash and change his damn clothes.* Part 2: Shower Scene. Man this breaks my heart. {Sally} Squall: *shrugs, getting in and turning on the water* {A_____} Seifer: *stepping in behind him, not arsing himself to shed the robe either. He's not the type to waste even a second when there's ass on the line. The heavy silk drapes stickily over his body, swiftly soaked, as he turns to grab the soap and work up a lather* {Sally} Squall: *looking over his shoulder* The hell are you wearing that for? {A_____} Seifer: *whiny voice* You make me feel so vuuuuuulnerable. *warm soapy hands slide down Squall's back, rubbing and massaging and exploring* {Sally} Squall: *shudders* Don't do that. {A_____} Seifer: *he jerks his hands away quickly* No? {Sally} Squall: Not that part. {A_____} Seifer: *unable to restrain his smile, he goes back to painting Squall's back with suds and strokes* Sorry. How are you feeling, love? {Sally} Squall: *shrugs, not that he'd admit to being sore or anything...* {A_____} Seifer: C'mere. *he tugs Squall gently back, pulling the wet heavy folds of his robe around the smaller man, nestling himself against his soapy backside and continuing his ministrations on the front half* {Sally} Squall: *tips his head back, letting Seifer do what he wants for now* This morning... {A_____} Seifer: *lightly smoothing soap along that beautiful white thoat, sensually tracing its ridges and pulse points. His voice is very deep and slow and calm and interested when he replies, greatly relaxed himself by Squall's relaxation.* Yes? {Sally} Squall: Was that... did you... *damn talking anyway...* Is it a problem? {A_____} Seifer: *pulling up swathes of the robe to serve as a washcloth now, leaving warm wet trails over Squall's chest* Yes. But I'll deal with it. {Sally} Squall: *frowns, but doesn't pull away* Then why? {A_____} Seifer: Because I love you, and want you to have the things you want. *a little sardonic* And because I probably owe you at least that much. {Sally} Squall: It always going to be like just now? {A_____} Seifer: Shh, love. Let's get you rinsed off. Take a step back with me. *he moves back slightly, into the shower spray, letting it run over his shoulders and Squall* {Sally} Squall: *puts his hands on the wall in front of him, leaning forward into the spray* {A_____} Seifer: *taking the opportunity to wash himself off in a rough and tumble fashion under the robe - eh, it's silk, it'll be fine.* {Sally} Squall: *letting the water pound over his shoulders and back, trying to hang onto that weird feeling of relaxation* {A_____} Seifer: *resting a hand lightly on Squall's shoulder* Need some time alone? {Sally} Squall: *shrugs* I don't know. {A_____} Seifer: *shrugging out of his robe, he turns to wring most of the excess water out of it and steps out of the shower* I'll be in the bedroom. *he tosses it in the general direction of the bathroom hamper before leaving* {Sally} Squall: *finishes cleaning up, soaking in as much of the heat as he can before getting out* Part 3: How to tie up a bondage freak. This is a good scene, probably where most of everyone's advice is most obvious. Excellent social seme material. {A_____} Seifer: *has thrown on some faded jeans and green and white rugby shirt. He's sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, staring out the window, deep in thought.* {Sally} Squall: *towelling off and stepping out into the bedroom, going to look in the closet - it's not that he wears the same clothes every day, they're just the same kind* {A_____} Seifer: *very quietly, to himself* This is a prison, and I am the only one here who knows it. *he is on dark and discontented trails in his mind, hardly noticing when Squall emerges.* {Sally} Squall: ... We can't leave. What's not to know? {A_____} Seifer: *surprised out of his daydreaming* Where the fuck did you come from? I thought you were still in the bathroom. {Sally} Squall: *shrugs, standing in front of the closet* I was done. *absently* Why did you tie him? {A_____} Seifer: *contemplative* Hm? We never did anything like that, you and I? {Sally} Squall: Not that I remember. {A_____} Seifer: I see. *Where did I pick it up, then?* It's - tough to explain with words. I can show you, if you like. {Sally} Squall: *which could mean yes or no, all things considered...* Show me what? {A_____} Seifer: Why I tied him up. Come over here and bring the cord with you. {Sally} Squall: *gets it, looking at Seifer suspiciously. What's the blond remembering that he doesn't?* {A_____} Seifer: *Standing, he offers his left arm* Go on, tie it around my wrist. Not too loose - don't want it to slip off - but not too tight either. {Sally} Squall: *ties Seifer's wrist efficiently, SeeD training and all* {A_____} Seifer: *catching Squall's hand with his bound one, lacing fingers, he fixes the commander's eyes with his own as he reaches over to tie their wrists together - breaking eye contact only to lean over and cinch the knot with the assistance of his teeth.* I'm much stronger than you, you know that. Wherever I move you'll have to follow. {A_____} Seifer: *to demonstrate he slides his arm behind Squall, pulling him close and pulling his arm back in the same movement, all the while holding his eyes* {Sally} Squall: *startled at first, not at all used to being not in control* {A_____} Seifer: *he guides Squall's free hand back to catch in the loop of their bound hands, wrapping that wrist with the excess cord - more a gesture than a real tie, easy to stay or escape as he pleases - and staying close to hug Squall to his chest* {Sally} Squall: Why... *what was he doing? Why was it...* {A_____} Seifer: *quietly, curious* If you don't feel anything, you don't feel anything. Do you or don't you? {Sally} Squall: I don't... *leaning forward against Seifer's chest* Feels strange... {A_____} Seifer: *pulling back a little more, putting a little more extension in Squall's bound arm. He cradles the back of his head and whispers, his lips lost in soft brunet hair* Strange good or strange bad? Or just strange. {Sally} Squall: Strange... good...? *fairly good it seems as he's getting closer, pressing up a little tighter* {A_____} Seifer: Irvine likes it a lot. *a gasp catches in his throat at Squall's warmth* {Sally} Squall: This? *tugging on his wrists a little, feeling oddly dizzy* {A_____} Seifer: Yeah, and more than that. *he bends to kiss, soft, pressing* I don't know whether you liked it or not, but I always liked doing it to you, love. {Sally} Squall: More? We... *leaning against the taller man, pulling against the ties* {A_____} Seifer: *deliberately bending his arm at the elbow, he pulls Squall's wrists up behind him, forcing him more tightly against his chest and limiting his movement* In a way I'm glad you don't remember. I wasn't always nice. {Sally} Squall: *looks up at him, struggling a little but his eyes are saying he doesn't want to go anywhere* What did you do? {A_____} Seifer: *kissing Squall's eyes closed so he doesn't have to know too much about what he thinks* I didn't ask permission, love. You let me do a lot of things, I was never sure whether you wanted to or whether I was forcing you. {Sally} Squall: *lets his eyes flicker open again* You could never beat me. *is that a challenge?* {A_____} Seifer: *caressing the achingly lovely line of Squall's jaw with an indulgent smile* No? Would you like me to start? {Sally} Squall: To beat me? What for? {A_____} Seifer: *closes his eyes, tilts his head back, and lets out a long sigh. Then...* Could you free yourself right now? {Sally} Squall: *tries... but he's tangled somewhere* Part 4: Sodomy. Actually the least interesting part, Sally isn't giving me a lot to work with here and you can probably tell. {A_____} Seifer: *chuckling* Would you _want_ to free yourself right now? *his free hand strays down Squall's spine to grab his ass* {Sally} Squall: *lets out a bare whisper of a moan, leaning closer* Seifer... {A_____} Seifer: *that moan is all it takes to make him rock hard and ready. He uses his hold on that incredible ass to lift Squall, walking him towards the bed, and his bound hand starts to creep up and caress the back of Squall's neck* I'm hungry for you, love. {Sally} Squall: *memory flutters just at the edge of his mind, a narrow dorm bed... belts... and he groans against Seifer's neck* {A_____} Seifer: *lowering Squall to the bed and snuggling between his thighs, he smiles down at his captive* Tough to get out of clothes like this...might take a while. *His hand tickles between their bodies, playing up and down Squall's zipper and tugging it down slooowwly as he bends down to tear at his t-shirt with his teeth* {Sally} Squall: *catching his lip between his teeth, bracing his feet on the bed and pushing his hips up, trying to get Seifer to move faster* {A_____} Seifer: *careful to balance most of his weight on his bended arm, he starts shucking off Squall's pants with a new intensity* Shhh easy there, love, don't blow it all in one place. *kissing tenderly, baring his belly to stroke it against Squall's, he's completely captivated by Squall's incredible responsiveness* {Sally} Squall: *pulling harder at his wrists, wanting more... flashes... arms pulled high... feet wide...* {A_____} Seifer: *squeezing Squall's hand tight behind his back, he depantses in as much of a hurry as he can and coats Squall's chest with panting worshipful kisses* You're beautiful...don't change anything, just show me like that. *fumbling for the lube double-time* {Sally} Squall: *panting between clenched teeth, hot and red and hard, eyes squeezed shut as he waits for rough fingers* {A_____} Seifer: *he fills Squall's navel with lube, pulling back and using his belly as a palette - slicking down his erection as well as Squall's, teasingly, and then bringing a dollop to smooth over his entrance* Shhh, shhh... have to relax, love, or this will never work. {Sally} Squall: *hisses at the touch, wanting... not sure what he wants... but trying to get more* {A_____} Seifer: *hitching Squall's arms back just a little more, he pushes two fingers deeply inside... oh god the heat of him, so tight... and begins to work him over carefully, hitting all the right spots, hesitating at all the worst - or best? - moments* Shhh...shhh... {Sally} Squall: *biting his lip hard, almost enough to bleed, clamping down around Seifer's fingers, clear drops running freely down his length* {A_____} Seifer: *suckling that lip carefully from its perilous prison, he lifts Squall's knee high up on his side and fits himself against that tight sweet bud* Love...love...say yes. *the strain resonates clearly in his throat, a gasp breaking unwonted* {Sally} Squall: *gritting his teeth, gasping a faint yes from behind them, tasting leather in his mouth* {Sally} (remembering, I mean) {A_____} Seifer: *as if he could hold off a single second longer. He arches inside in one smooth swift movement and pinches Squall's hardness between their slickened abdomens. Resting his forehead against Squall's again, lost in unspeakable pleasure, he coos soft excited nothings.* {Sally} Squall: Nhhhh... *closing convulsively around the heat filling him, wrenching at his bonds* Harder... HARDER - What These Bitches Want From A Nigger.mp3 {A_____} Seifer: *oh he'll obey commands like that any time. His thrusts become almost rough, his mouth covers and probes Squall's as his hand slips between them again to grip Squall's red sex. So damn good...* {Sally} Squall: *writhing, unable to moan or speak with Seifer kissing him like that, he's so achingly hard, memories flittering through his mind, long nights of being pinned like this, again and again...* {A_____} Seifer: *bucking deep, he makes a sound almost like a sob against Squall's mouth. Please hurry, love... And he chases after the quick pink tongue with his own, tasting and adoring, closer and closer...* {Sally} Squall: *bites down on Seifer's lip, throbbing around him impossibly tight as he paints hot release over their stomachs* {A______} Seifer: *momentarily wide-eyed at the faint flavor of blood and the clutching warmth of Squall's orgasm, he collapses, pushing deep, moaning Squall's name over and over as he spends himself deep inside* Part 5: What, no cuddling? {Sally} Squall: *collapses back, head spinning for more than one reason, tongue darting out to taste the trace of salt on his lip* {A______} Seifer: *that small action sends a deep shudder throught him, rousing him from his haze of pleasure enough to remember the state of Squall's arms. A lick like that - if he hadn't just blown his wad.... He rolls shakily onto his back, pulling Squall's arms back down, reaching around to undo the knots in a trembling way* {Sally} Squall: *dazed, letting Seifer undo his wrists before bringing them up, inspecting the reddened marks circling them* {A______} Seifer: *pawing his face gently, watching his reaction. But everything in his body is saying "pass out", but everything in his mind is saying "keep on your toes." And that slow tide or wash of pleasure -* {Sally} Squall: We... did this... before... {A______} Seifer: *quiet* Usually rougher than that. {Sally} Squall: *thinking on that* {A______} Seifer: *falls into silence with him, remembering - it is all at once too distant and too close for him, so he thinks about other things, like destroying the universe, or saving it. Good meat and potatoes thoughts not liable to cause boners one way or another.* {Sally} Squall: I remember... tasting leather. {A______} Seifer: *okay, that's a boner-causer, and he hedges his bets on it* Sure you aren't remembering the cafeteria cube steaks, sweetheart? {Sally} Squall: *just Looks at him* {A______} Seifer: *sends one back at him* Did you like it, or not? {Sally} Squall: ... I'm not sure. Maybe... It's hard to remember. {A______} Seifer: *taking a deep breath* We can experiment however you like, Squall. {Sally} Squall: *shrugs, feeling tired again* {A______} Seifer: *that shrug makes him sigh - the further Squall gets from getting his rocks off, the less you know about him. He rests his hands in the small of Squall's back and closes his eyes.* {Sally} Squall: *not long before he's in another nap...* {A______} Seifer: *cradling his sleeping lover, he slips easily back into the black thoughts that were earlier interrupted. This is a prison, and I am the one in chains, and all alone.* Part 6: How to let Mom love you her own way. Jane: *peek* Good morning, are you in? A______: I am. What's up, dearest? Jane: I am being a dork and wanted to talk to a calm, sane person. A______: Sally's not around? A______: But I'm happy to talk. Jane: I have Sally e-mail, which is slow. Arr. Is everything that happened in RP this weekend okay? I had big massive foreboding feelings. A______: It's difficult to say. If I tell you what I think, will you be my good fairygodmother and sit on it? Because it's not necessarily a big deal, but I'll readily blow off steam at the slightest provocation. Jane: I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to, but I will bug you to talk to whomever is bugging you. A______: I don't know if I'm being bugged or not, is the thing. A______: I found Sally intensely difficult to work with. She wasn't giving me any clues as to whether she was enjoying herself at all - I felt like I was throwing anything out there that would stick, and getting very little response back. A______: Was she shy, maybe? Jane: I don't know. I think you've just run in to how Sally plays. I love her desperately but she doesn't *emote* very much even with Cye. And now that she's playing an unemotive character, there's even less. A______: It's very frustrating, but if that's the way she is, what can anyone do? A______: But at the same time, as an in-character thing, it's got Seifer wondering "wtf am I doing sticking around here? I should go back to Irvine." Jane: HAHAHAAHA. That's funny. A______: Well, but it's true. A______: I'll behave, though. Jane: I predicted right, though. I think you should talk to Sally and be upfront (she likes that). Something like... I don't know. "I'm used to roleplaying with a lot of context, and if there's not explanation in my partners' poses, I just assume that what's on the screen is all there is. I have a hard time doing Seifer without very much to react to." Jane: I don't know if that's how you feel or not, though. Jane: I don't want you to *behave*, I want you to have fun. Seifer going back to Irvine would be silly. A______: It is, and again I bow to your powers of perception. Jane: Am I completely out of line? A______: No, you're dead on, dearest. A______: I was pissed yesterday, in my own sort of laughing-at-everything way. That shower scene could have been hot, I hated to see it go the way it did. Jane: All right. I already feel like I've been pushing you into actions you don't want to take, and I'm rather upset with myself for it. A______: You're not pushing me at all! I don't push too well and tend to fight back more than take my lumps. A______: You're being all kinds of nice and supportive and helpful, so don't you dare feel bad about a single thing. Jane: But I can't stop *now* when I'm on such a roll! I'm certain I can find more to feel shitty about. A______: ...is it the threesome thing? Is that what you mean when you say pushing? Jane: Yes, of course. I feel like I should rewind this weekend and redo it sans uncharacteristically buttinsky Irvine. A______: Pssht. I liked it. I wish I'd thought to play a nice, relaxed, open, slutty character, but instead I wound up playing an OCD asslord. A______: So I thought of a way - I thought it was at least reasonably in-character - for everyone to get the smut they want. A______: Plus: angst aplenty. Jane: *You* did perfectly. Jane: Seifer is giving up a *lot*, from his perspective, to make this work. Squall is just coasting. *Irvine* is the one being excessively grabby and demanding. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Jane, I thought you'd never say it. Squall is just coasting. Sally's coasting. Sally is, in fact, depending entirely on my ability to make this work. Wasn't that what I was wishing for the other day? And you see how frustrated it makes me? A______: Irvine should be grabby and demanding! A______: I like it! It gives me an excuse to send Seifer into all kinds of fun rages. Jane: Well, he is bothering the hell out of me. A______: Ahhhh. Jane: All I can see is that my actions are forcing you to twist your boy into a pretzel and make him do things he doesn't want to do A______: But then he can totally angst about it. A______: If my boy did everything he wanted to do the bathhouse, the house house, and Alucard would all be smoking heaps. Jane: Dear, there is a big difference between not blowing things up, and being forced to have sex with someone you don't actually want to have sex with. Jane: I mean, this is on the edge of Wilma-manipulative. A______: Would you hush up? I was going to throw in such a lovely twisted semi-relationship between Irvine and Seifer. A______: Playing off of Squall's coldness - Seifer finds himself lonelier than ever, and direly in need of a confidant, and who better - really, who else? - besides Irvine? Jane: Do you really want to do that? I just really really REALLY don't want you doing anything that doesn't feel right or that's going to drive Seifer crazy(-ier). A______: *wounded, pouting looks* You don't like? I'm easy, anything that's fun and different is just fine with me. As for Seifer, well... Jane: No, I do! A______: Isn't it a touching sign of just how much he loves Squall? It's one thing to rant and kill about it, but to act like a man instead of an animal - ahhh... sweet, no? She don't care. God damn I thought it was a sweet touch the way I worked everything out for them - possibly the perfect solution to that particular equation, but do I get any credit for it??!??! Jane: I mean, I think it would be awesome if they had an even more-fucked-up, more-grudge-fucking version of what they had pre-Squall. Jane: But if it's gonna make Seifer queasy to get naked in the same vicinity as Irvine, I'd rather not make him get naked in the same vicinity as Irvine. No, I do not get any credit for it. A______: He's obsessive, and only gets queasy when he stops to think about what he's doing. A______: 20/20 tunnel vision - that's Seifer. Jane: Irvine needs a permanent gag then, doesn't he? Jane: It should be standard operating prodecure. We're going to have sex? Gag Irvine. * A______ laughs A______: Anyway the whole threesome thing stinks to high heaven of vicious, barely-repressed emotions and angst and self-loathing and other-loathing and lots of hot hot sex. A______: So I have no problems with it, and I hope I can talk your rhetorical pants off over it too. Jane: I would love to talk about it until it's one of those dead horse things. As long as you are really honestly okay with everything, I am happy to help make it as twisted as humanly possible. A______: As I said, to me it's really not about canon or being strictly in character - it's about entertaining people. I don't mind bending like a pretzle. Seifer's a big, complicated, fucked-up guy, and it's possible to justify almost any crazy-ass thing we'd want to do. So please yes let's be completely wrecks! Jane: I don't know why I seem to enjoy Irvine-torture so. There's the added side benefit that his bubbly shoujo dreams of being in love with Squall are getting popped one by one by reality. * A______ giggles A______: It's excellent. Irvine is very pretty when he's tormented. Jane: Maybe that's why I like it so. Jane: God damn it, I have yoga today. I have to go to class. A______: So go to class, and thanks for letting me vent. A______: Smack the teacher's ass for me, eh? Jane: Rr. Thanks for letting me be stupid. I will talk to you later if you're about. (Oh how I wish.) A______: I'll be on, tag me anytime. And you're not at all stupid. A______: I'd put cash money on that you're the smartest person in the chat. Jane: *ruffle* I'll be happy to take your money by betting against me. But I must fly! A______: Have fun! |
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Sally's ass: hogtied and tapped. I thought they'd hold out longer. (nt) by 03/03/2003, 3:21am PST  Did you blow a load in her hair? by 03/03/2003, 3:52am PST I HAVE A SLICE OF BUCK CAKE FOR HER -nt- by 03/03/2003, 3:57am PST MAKE SURE YOU DON'T POST ANY OF THE ARTICLES -nt- by 03/03/2003, 8:31am PST Articles, or logs? by 03/03/2003, 10:49am PST Re: Articles, or logs? by 03/03/2003, 2:32pm PST Way to call it, Creex. (logs, out of RP logs, assfucking, long) by 03/03/2003, 5:01pm PST REPOST MINUS SENSITIVE INFO by 03/03/2003, 5:16pm PST OUCH! You put your hardness right into her entrance! (NT) by 03/03/2003, 5:23pm PST You've obviously never read a romance novel. by 03/03/2003, 5:27pm PST Re: You've obviously never read a romance novel. by 03/04/2003, 12:25am PST I'm curved like a banana! -nt- NT by 03/04/2003, 12:56am PST pod person: *wipes away tear* by 03/04/2003, 1:41am PST Re: REPOST MINUS SENSITIVE INFO by 03/04/2003, 8:22am PST |
