doku | 　

[The winters of New Cloudbank are mild. Occasionally, it'll be cold enough to snow...but more often than that, it'll be a cold and unrelenting rain.

And sometimes that means you get rained in on when you're staying at your boyfriend's apartment on the weekend your period starts. Again, Boxer proves himself to be the perfect, ever-reliable boyfriend by telling her that there's both tampons and pads under the sink. He bought them just a few days ago, predicting both the proverbial and literal storms, but he made sure to cover his tracks by opening and disposing a few of each. It's not like they have an expiration date, so who knows when the last person was to take advantage of his hoarded goods?

The electric blanket--well, that's something he's had for a while. A plain heat pad doesn't work for muscle pains the size of their own zip code. He's in the process of bringing it over to his sore girlfriend on the couch, plugging it in and throwing it over her.]

Hi, babe.

[He leans over to give her a kiss on the cheek.]

Feeling any better?

A little.

[Her spine is screaming like a banshee, every inch of her feels fat and criminally unattractive, and she's spent most of her first day off crying at stupid Lifetime movies. She's also somewhat in love with Boxer's couch because it's huge for a normal sized human woman, so even though it took a good two hours to manage she's found the perfect arrangement of limbs that minimizes her frequent cramps and the overall sense of discomfort.

Of course there's nothing to be done about the fact that she's gushing blood and every good handful of hours she has to get up and put his convenient tampons to use. Given his increased sense of smell his bathroom probably reeks of blood.]

I'm sorry, I'm not a lot of fun right now. [It's difficult to want brownies, a huge, and sex all at once! After adjusting the heat pad on her lower stomach and pressing it in just right, she reaches out for him with the other arm. Some months she's prickly and doesn't want to be touched - this isn't one of them, and the rain is only helping her transformation into a needy kitten.]

[The bathroom is nothing but the stench of blood. He loves it. Also something he won't tell her.

He rests his forearm across the edge of the couch, doing a fantastic job of blocking the television as he smooths his hand along her temple and hair and giving her lots of gentle kisses with a soft, positive smile for her to take in.]

You're alright. I promise. [He reaches over to turn the blanket on.] You need anything else?

[Nariko can't purr, but she makes some approximation of the noise when he toys with her hair and kisses her. What a great boyfriend.] Mm ...

[She wants an entire gallon of chocolate (and a cucumber, for whatever reason), but more than that:] Don't you want me to take a nap on you?

[That's what she wants, though laying out on his gorgeous chest isn't going to result in a lot of sleep, but it'll guarantee that she's cuddly and pleased for the rest of the afternoon! She throws in the puppy dog eyes while adding,] The couch is big enough for the both of us.

[And you didn't need your personal space right now, Boxer!]

[He chuckles.]

Do I want you to nap on me?

[He's suspicious of that juxtaposition!]

Are you gonna be comfortable like that...?

[He's totally down for cuddling under the electric blanket, buuuut he also doesn't want to contribute to her cramps or make it harder for her to get some well-deserved napping in.]

Mmhm. You're squishy in the right places.

[Lamely his lower half, which isn't exactly a puff of marshmallows, but it's more than good enough. Besides, the couch really is nice but being closer to him is great! She'll be fine. And maybe he'll have the power to finally change the stupid challenge because every time she tries to something dramatic happens and then she forgets again.]

That's not what you said the other night.

[Not really, he's just teasing her. He starts climbing out of his wheelchair so that he can join her. He splays out on the couch, but it's her own responsibility to get out of the way so that can do it properly! But the way he spreads out is juuuust right for her to be as comfortable as possible, as if she traded in the couch for a brand new kraken-bed.]

What are you watching, anyway?

You were very hard the other night.

[She forces herself up and to one side while he gets settled, but when he's down for good she crawls right on top, dragging the blanket with her. Once it's settled just the right way on her lower back she can lay out on his gorgeous chest, head turned towards the tv.]

'A Deadly Adoption'. It's really dramatic.

[See, she was totally right, he feels just as comfortable as the couch, if not more. She lays a few little kisses around his chest before settling down again.] You can change it, that actor's face is just really weird and I think I'm kind of fascinated by it.

[He gets nice and comfy below her. It's a little too cozy under this warm blanket, but...it's not like she's gonna notice if he pops a little (huge) gold-boner right now, provided it doesn't invade her space. His arm does invite itself to hang over her shoulders, though--just let him know if it's too heavy.]

Maybe we should watch something more brainless. Like reality television.

[Or maybe he's just gonna grab the remote and channel surf for a while.]

Ooh. Wanna watch a documentary on deep sea life?

[Right now he's comforting all over, but eventually he might need to shift that arm to her hips or something, and when that time comes she'll speak up! Right now she remains entirely ignorant of his boner (and frankly she'd be kind of surprised that he's turned on to begin with) and closes her eyes. She hadn't planned on taking an actual nap but maybe it's not such a bad idea?]

That sounds nice.

[Well. Sort of. She's busy trying to find which of his hearts had something along the lines of a recognizable-ish pattern. She wants to listen to it.]

[It's less that he has an erection and more that it's really hard to keep his penis in when he's surrounded by such muscle-relaxing warmth. In truth, he might end up napping too...especially with this calm narrator.

If she's trying to parse out his heartbeats, the pattern will become clear after a while. His central, largest heart, beats at a regular pace. The other two beat more erratically--more when he's breathing in, nearly silent when breathing out. The description sound chaotic, but in reality it's a soothing rhythm that is almost like the bass beat of a song.]

[It's been ages now and she's still amazed that he has three - but he's a big and complicated guy so it's silly to think just one would be enough.] Hmm. [It almost bothers her that they're so out of sync with each other, or rather that the result creates something which is entirely unique unto itself. But the more she listens the more comforting it sounds, especially when paired with the dull sound of weather.

All that it really means is that she tries to give him a little hug.]

I love every part of you.

[The words are kind of muffled against his chest, but they exist all the same.]

I also love Frito's.

[But it can definitely be said that she loves the former much, much, much more than the latter.]

If only I was made of Frito's.

[He's not really big on Frito's himself, he's more into popcorn.]

I love every part of you, too, even when they're being a huge pain in the butt.

[Brace yourself, Nariko. Here come the full-body snuggles. You think you were gonna get far without being tangled in tentacles?]

[They will forever be on opposite ends of that - she doesn't like popcorn at all. It's good that they know how to respect each others food choices.]

I don't want you to be made of Frito's because then I can't eat them off of you. [And she's kind of fond of eating things off of him. But, nah, she was actually more than ready for the all over hug! She reaches down to pet a few before she grins.]

It's not so bad when I have someone looking out for me. [This is so much better than dealing with it herself.]

Edited 2016-03-30 02:20 (UTC)

Ooh. Good point.

[Hopefully she doesn't realize one of them is not like the others...then his cover will be blown!

How about more affectionate fingers in hair action? She cool with that?]

I can't imagine what it's like...so I'm glad to help as much as possible.

[She's very, very cool with that judging by the resulting moan.]

It's like when you woke up on the beach with dry limbs, except no matter what you do there's no getting rid of the dryness. And on top of that parts of you refuse to work the right way and feel deeply unnatural.

[Ignoring the pain in her chest she leans up to kiss him properly.]

Consider yourself the moisturizer for my soul. [What in the actual world.] But you're missing a spot.

[Clearly he's supposed to ask what spot it is.]

Such cruel treatment from organs that are usually so kind to us... [Yeah, "us". He likes packing it away in there, okay? And she likes it when he does. Ergo, "us".

Moisturizer for her soul? Hell, he'll take it!]

What spot?

[Consider the bait taken.]

[It's okay Boxer, the sex is so good that you do get selective, half ownership over her pussy which does include the use of "us" without getting smacked for it.

But rather than just outright tell him Nariko reaches for his free hand, whichever one isn't as likely to be toying with her hair, and she guides riiiiight onto her ass.] That one. It needs a little attention.

[While it might be incredibly strange of Nariko to enjoy the sensation of having her ass grabbed - a genuine fact, period or not - it also makes a fair amount of sense! It's the only vaguely sexual part of her that doesn't ache a little right now!

That, and she's a little horny. Just a little.]

[He's never been so proud to own half of something in his life.]

Oho...

[Once she lets his hand land there, he gives one of her cheeks a firm, assertive grip. A tentacle wraps itself around the other, giving it a strong sucker-massage.]

You're in the of mood for this kind of attention today...?

[From the way she groans you'd think he was already in her. It's very much a contextual thing, but it feels so nice to be grabbed and squeezed at without pissing the rest of her body off.] I really did just want you to grab it, but ... [There's no way she can lie and say that she was entirely ignorant to her own hormones but this is an awful lot like going from five to eighty in the course of a few seconds.]

Yeah, I guess I am.

[And since they've cleared that up she can arch her back a little and push her ass into his hand/tentacle!]

I see...

[Oh, he's been looking forward to this quite a bit. He gives her ass a nice, deep massage with both his hand and tentacle.]

Before we get in too deep, is there anything you want me to avoid entirely?

[If she doesn't say so, he's going to assume her pussy is fair game, no matter if she has a pad or tampon in there. He's, uh, pretty brave.]

Mm, nope.

[If he thought she was taking the matter lightly then he wouldn't be blamed! She sounds pretty nonchalant about it but she's not stupid, Boxer's a very .... Adventurous man. He'll go for it if he wants and she's already decided that's not a problem. Sure, it's going to be new for her but that's alright.

Then again, a lot of things are alright when a really hot man is palming (tentacling??) her ass.] Just don't make me stop kissing you.

[Because she's having a lot of fun with that! He's got a big, wide chest and Nariko's decided that it needs her love and attention right now.]

Noted.

[Still...she seems to have a craving for ass-centric attention, so he'll base his plan of attack on that. A tentacle reaches out from the blanket to reach behind him for the lube/moisturizer cabinet, picking out a selection from memory alone. It sneaks back under the blanket, and he pops open the cap with his free hand. Boxer slips her panties down just enough so that he can spread her ass with his hands and pour a liberal amount of lube over her entrance with his tentacle.

The bottle snaps closed which is the only warning she gets before the gold tentacle starts squirming itself inside.]

[When he gets her yoga pants and panties off she hesitates a little bit, just because, y'know, blood and all that. But she can block it out easily enough by continuing to kiss and nibble all over his chest. She pretty much expects the lube too, but not Mr. Golden down there.] Oh, h-hey there!

[It almost feels a little more intense than usual, but that's silly, right? It wouldn't make a lot of sense.]

You should have told me if you wanted to have some fun.

[It's very safe to say that she might not understand the various circumstances that might coax his dick out.]

[She still has them on! For the most part. He's only pulled them down enough so he can take care of business.]

This isn't an erection. Yet.

[Which means that at some point he's gonna get nice and deep in there and she'll get to experience the expansion for herself when it happens.]

It came out just because it's comfy and warm under this blanket.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject