[And a mess is exactly what he wanted. To be honest, he wasn't entirely cleaned up from the last one. But cleaning up the combination of both new and old mess is the perfect thing to do while she rides the waves and aftershocks of her orgasm, right? A warm, giant tongue lapping her up and making sure she's perfectly clean...]
Now that was the dessert I was looking forward to.
[Fingers still deep inside of her, he uses his extra hand to grab some toilet paper to blot off the mess that landed in his lap. When she's got a clean landing place, he slowly rocks his hand to and fro so that she can come back from the stretch gently.]
[Somehow she gets that out with a deliriously pleased little giggle. Will he ever not be the king of one liners? Probably not. And for as gentle as Boxer (always) is there's a little bit of a sting with the movement of his fingers, maybe she pushed it just a little too quickly but worse things in life could happen!]
Cuddles.
[He's still got her in the air! Which makes it pretty hard to get her arms around his neck for hug/cuddling.]
[So demanding! Not really, cuddling is most definitely his next objective but he wants to get his fingers clean, which comes through a combination of licking them off and wiping them off with toilet paper. Then he puts her in his lap, perpendicular to his sitting position so he can support her back with his arm. His other arm grabs the blanket that shifted off his lap when the tentacles came out to play, wrapping both of them in a comfy little blanket-burrito of warm cuddles.]
[Totally missed the opportunity to have her lick them! She hasn't met her tongue quota for the day by far! But oh well, when he's sufficiently cleaned up and she's positioned on his lap she curls herself inward a little, all smiles. The addition of the blanket just makes it even better.]
We're cuddling in a bathroom.
[Now, it's a very clean bathroom, to be fair! She can smell the faint hint of lysol! But still, there's something weirdly hilarious and fun about it.] You're great.
[There will be plenty of opportunity to lick later. The day is still young. Very young.]
You're great too.
[Because he's got a magic trick to show her: mobile cuddling! She gets him, his arms, and the blanket and the warmth it carries, all to herself--while two chosen tentacles manipulate the bathroom doors and the wheels. They get to cuddle and tour! That do anything for the rating?]
Excuse her while she gets nice and settled, and even double checks to make sure the blanket is covering as much of him is possible and logical. Once that's done, then she's ready to half-assedly guide them.] Gift shops! I still need a toothbrush. Or something like that.
[She just remembered to remember that she forgot something she needed, and gift shops are create places to get tacky souvenirs, and who doesn't love those?]
[One wonders what he has to do to reach that coveted perfect 10.]
You got it.
[It's a leisurely little roll that they do to get to the shopping deck. Lo and behold, there's a little shop more like a quick-mart than a gift shop with toiletries, over the counter type medication, sunscreen and lotion, paper goods, and so on.]
Oh, this is perfect.
[The question is, how fancy does she get with her oral hygiene?]
[Who knows, but it probably involves buying her jewelry or something.]
Nice! [She'd expected something much, much smaller and ... Useless. But this is even better!] Do they have a battery operated one? Normal brushes aren't good enough. [Relatively fancy, in terms of oral hygiene.] While Boxer guides them she starts to grab the most random little items: Keychains, air fresheners, a little notebook, pens, etc.
They might be weighed down a little more before they can make it to the mouth aisle!
[Electric toothbrush, fancy? Nonsense. He uses one! Mostly because plain plastic ones aren't big enough to get his farthest teeth. Gotta keep those razor-sharps clean!]
Hope so.
[He doesn't mind the extra goodies, because they're useful! ...except the keychains, that one's kinda lost on him. And air fresheners...? He leers at them warily.]
[They just finished eating and she reaches for a can of root beer. This is nonsense.]
Of course not.
[She gives him a bit of an odd look because ... What a strange question! In truth it smells in their room! But it's, like, the ocean and the faint hint of Febreeze, normal stuff like that! It's not bad so why ... Oh.] What, these? [She holds them up.]
Boxer, these are for my purses. [Her multiple, multiple purses in her suitcase and back home.] I cut them into pieces and put them in the little pockets so it always smells nice. I've never seen 'Tropical Cabana' before!
[So she's getting two! They last forever even when cut, so it's worth it to get multiples.]
[You know you can just order root beer up to their room when they want it, right?]
Oh. Oh! That's clever.
[And also something he would have never thought of because he doesn't own any purses or man-purses as the case may be.]
Hey, look.
[Beside the menstrual products! Condoms and lube. After a brief moment where he takes mental inventory of them, his attention is brought back to the menstrual products.
...what are we gonna do when you're on your period...?
And excuse you boyfriend she wanted to discuss why you thought she would passive aggressively grab a scent tree instead of talk to you like an adult!!!! Except that's a very valid question, one that she had questioned briefly at the table before they got all distracted.]
Well. [She grabs some lube, because even though her pussy does a great imitation of a river at times it never hurts to have around.] I have no idea!
[So helpful. Much knowledge.] I mean, I guess the best course of action is to switch my implant so I don't get one at all.
No, being passive aggressive was never Nariko's habit, but he does wonder sometimes if he smells a little bit too much...fish...and he's gone nose-blind to it. And he does, sometimes, especially coming back from working with the fishmongers. But not right now! Not right now.]
That might be a long-term solution, but what'll we do in the meantime? [If she really wants to commit to this.] Just for prosperity's sake, I'm not squeamish about blood.
[Again...apex predator. Actually, blood might get him going more than anything else. So it's really a question of her comfort!]
[Y'know. If there was ever a topic that Nariko never imagined might come up with her boyfriend it was definitely period. And beyond that, it was certainly the possibility of banging while she was on her period. It's completely fair, since to get a new one put in she'll have to go a while without anything at all, wait for the new round and then get it in. Theoretically there'd be a time period for it.]
I've never ... Not then, anyway.
[She's struck by caution and curiosity in equal parts. Has he done it with women while they're bleeding or does he just know he's cool with it? How stupid is she going to look if she asks him (a dude) what that's like .... Maybe he banged light bleeders or something, and it wasn't messy?
[It's cool that he eats sharks but the sight of one would absolutely terrify her and then she'd not only be bloody and crampy but also sobbing a bit. But if she gets the chance to see him punch a shark that'd be so cool.]
We can always cuddle under the electric blanket, especially when my boobs hurt.
[Nothing makes her cuddlier than an aching chest, okay.]
[Nah, not the one on the boat! He likes being squished up into tight spaces and all that but there's probably a limit, there. .... May every god ever worshiped help him if he mentioned being able to smell any change in her body's chemistry. His ear drums don't deserve the shrieking that such information would entail.
But! She laughs when he pokes at her boobs, she grabs extra lube before leaning back into him.]
I think I've got everything.
[Or, rather, she's done being a situational packrat for the time being!]
[He likes being squished into tight places, but that tub literally has space for only one half of him, no water, and no Nariko. That's a problem! And yeah, by now he's learned what of his monster-born abilities to disclose and what to not. Some go over better than others, and he's pretty good at hiding the evidence.]
You got it, my little hoarder.
[Tease, tease. He rolls them over to the checkout, where the employee behind the register...gives them a weird look. Boxer doesn't seem to care...or maybe he just doesn't notice.]
[She pouts at him for that but it's nothing serious. Nariko is absolutely not a hoarder!! All of these things she's bought have specific uses that she can justify at any given moment!! ... Probably. Maybe. ... Okay maybe she hoards tiny little things in a specific box in her room that he will probably never see.
As far as their cashier is concerned ... She notes that look and gives back an incredibly stern one in response, practically daring the fucker to say something that could even come off as even vaguely negative. Of course she still helps put everything up onto the counter, but she might be radiating little waves of aggression.
Sorry you're dating an aggressive teacup Pomeranian or something.]
[Boxer does, however, notice the expressly nervous look that the clerk puts on once he catches Nariko's death glare, of which he's ignorant. As they go through the transaction, Boxer is nothing but sunshine and flowers, making friendly idle chat because he thinks the guy is scared of him.
So he's facing down an angry teacup Pomeranian and a big, fluffy blanket embroidered with the words 'hug me' in pastel colors.
Ultimately, they get through it without any conflict. As he rolls them out of the store, Boxer asks:]
[Her boyfriend is the cutest, really and truly, though it might end producing something of a terrible cycle. Boxer's sunny nature just makes her want to protect him even more, which in turn makes her that much more protective! It's probably a very good thing that they don't linger there.]
No idea.
[She ran out of ideas quickly, there.] Let's try going up, though! I want to see the ocean.
[Because it seems a shame to be on this boat and be cooped up the entire time!
[And off they go! It's pretty quiet up there because people are either at the aft to watch the city disappear or elsewhere in the ship. It's a little on the windy side, but it's nothing but blue sky and blue water here. In two hours, it'll be sunset!]
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Now that was the dessert I was looking forward to.
[Fingers still deep inside of her, he uses his extra hand to grab some toilet paper to blot off the mess that landed in his lap. When she's got a clean landing place, he slowly rocks his hand to and fro so that she can come back from the stretch gently.]
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[Somehow she gets that out with a deliriously pleased little giggle. Will he ever not be the king of one liners? Probably not. And for as gentle as Boxer (always) is there's a little bit of a sting with the movement of his fingers, maybe she pushed it just a little too quickly but worse things in life could happen!]
Cuddles.
[He's still got her in the air! Which makes it pretty hard to get her arms around his neck for hug/cuddling.]
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[So demanding! Not really, cuddling is most definitely his next objective but he wants to get his fingers clean, which comes through a combination of licking them off and wiping them off with toilet paper. Then he puts her in his lap, perpendicular to his sitting position so he can support her back with his arm. His other arm grabs the blanket that shifted off his lap when the tentacles came out to play, wrapping both of them in a comfy little blanket-burrito of warm cuddles.]
There we go.
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We're cuddling in a bathroom.
[Now, it's a very clean bathroom, to be fair! She can smell the faint hint of lysol! But still, there's something weirdly hilarious and fun about it.] You're great.
[Afterglow level: 8.5]
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[There will be plenty of opportunity to lick later. The day is still young. Very young.]
You're great too.
[Because he's got a magic trick to show her: mobile cuddling! She gets him, his arms, and the blanket and the warmth it carries, all to herself--while two chosen tentacles manipulate the bathroom doors and the wheels. They get to cuddle and tour! That do anything for the rating?]
Where to next, captain?
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Excuse her while she gets nice and settled, and even double checks to make sure the blanket is covering as much of him is possible and logical. Once that's done, then she's ready to half-assedly guide them.] Gift shops! I still need a toothbrush. Or something like that.
[She just remembered to remember that she forgot something she needed, and gift shops are create places to get tacky souvenirs, and who doesn't love those?]
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You got it.
[It's a leisurely little roll that they do to get to the shopping deck. Lo and behold, there's a little shop more like a quick-mart than a gift shop with toiletries, over the counter type medication, sunscreen and lotion, paper goods, and so on.]
Oh, this is perfect.
[The question is, how fancy does she get with her oral hygiene?]
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Nice! [She'd expected something much, much smaller and ... Useless. But this is even better!] Do they have a battery operated one? Normal brushes aren't good enough. [Relatively fancy, in terms of oral hygiene.] While Boxer guides them she starts to grab the most random little items: Keychains, air fresheners, a little notebook, pens, etc.
They might be weighed down a little more before they can make it to the mouth aisle!
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Hope so.
[He doesn't mind the extra goodies, because they're useful! ...except the keychains, that one's kinda lost on him. And air fresheners...? He leers at them warily.]
...Do you think it smells in our room?
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Of course not.
[She gives him a bit of an odd look because ... What a strange question! In truth it smells in their room! But it's, like, the ocean and the faint hint of Febreeze, normal stuff like that! It's not bad so why ... Oh.] What, these? [She holds them up.]
Boxer, these are for my purses. [Her multiple, multiple purses in her suitcase and back home.] I cut them into pieces and put them in the little pockets so it always smells nice. I've never seen 'Tropical Cabana' before!
[So she's getting two! They last forever even when cut, so it's worth it to get multiples.]
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Oh. Oh! That's clever.
[And also something he would have never thought of because he doesn't own any purses or man-purses as the case may be.]
Hey, look.
[Beside the menstrual products! Condoms and lube. After a brief moment where he takes mental inventory of them, his attention is brought back to the menstrual products.
...what are we gonna do when you're on your period...?
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And excuse you boyfriend she wanted to discuss why you thought she would passive aggressively grab a scent tree instead of talk to you like an adult!!!! Except that's a very valid question, one that she had questioned briefly at the table before they got all distracted.]
Well. [She grabs some lube, because even though her pussy does a great imitation of a river at times it never hurts to have around.] I have no idea!
[So helpful. Much knowledge.] I mean, I guess the best course of action is to switch my implant so I don't get one at all.
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No, being passive aggressive was never Nariko's habit, but he does wonder sometimes if he smells a little bit too much...fish...and he's gone nose-blind to it. And he does, sometimes, especially coming back from working with the fishmongers. But not right now! Not right now.]
That might be a long-term solution, but what'll we do in the meantime? [If she really wants to commit to this.] Just for prosperity's sake, I'm not squeamish about blood.
[Again...apex predator. Actually, blood might get him going more than anything else. So it's really a question of her comfort!]
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I've never ... Not then, anyway.
[She's struck by caution and curiosity in equal parts. Has he done it with women while they're bleeding or does he just know he's cool with it? How stupid is she going to look if she asks him (a dude) what that's like .... Maybe he banged light bleeders or something, and it wasn't messy?
What a strange door to have opened.]
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[Well there's her answer.]
Fun way to take care of cramps and headaches. Highly recommended.
[Open the door and he'll just waltz right through it. Don't mind him. Whee!]
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[... It really helps with cramps, of all things?]
But it's, y'know ... Not the cleanest way to go about it.
[So much blood.]
It'd be more fun than being stuck with an electric blanket all night.
[Look, she's going to be a little more timid going through the door but! The interest is there.]
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Always did it in some kind of water. Ocean, the tub, the shower...
[Wouldn't the blood attract sharks, you say. I eat sharks for breakfast, he says.]
I could take cuddling with you under an electric blanket as a close second place.
[If it's really bad, it's hard to get in the mood! And he won't argue with "I'm too bloated and tired and painful to have sex."]
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[It's cool that he eats sharks but the sight of one would absolutely terrify her and then she'd not only be bloody and crampy but also sobbing a bit. But if she gets the chance to see him punch a shark that'd be so cool.]
We can always cuddle under the electric blanket, especially when my boobs hurt.
[Nothing makes her cuddlier than an aching chest, okay.]
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[It's tiny! But also kind of a null point. Because he might or might not be able to tell where she is in her cycle by scent alone...
The tub at the resort, though...]
Aw, poor things.
[He gives them a friendly little nudge under their blanket.]
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But! She laughs when he pokes at her boobs, she grabs extra lube before leaning back into him.]
I think I've got everything.
[Or, rather, she's done being a situational packrat for the time being!]
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You got it, my little hoarder.
[Tease, tease. He rolls them over to the checkout, where the employee behind the register...gives them a weird look. Boxer doesn't seem to care...or maybe he just doesn't notice.]
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As far as their cashier is concerned ... She notes that look and gives back an incredibly stern one in response, practically daring the fucker to say something that could even come off as even vaguely negative. Of course she still helps put everything up onto the counter, but she might be radiating little waves of aggression.
Sorry you're dating an aggressive teacup Pomeranian or something.]
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So he's facing down an angry teacup Pomeranian and a big, fluffy blanket embroidered with the words 'hug me' in pastel colors.
Ultimately, they get through it without any conflict. As he rolls them out of the store, Boxer asks:]
Where to next?
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No idea.
[She ran out of ideas quickly, there.] Let's try going up, though! I want to see the ocean.
[Because it seems a shame to be on this boat and be cooped up the entire time!
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[And off they go! It's pretty quiet up there because people are either at the aft to watch the city disappear or elsewhere in the ship. It's a little on the windy side, but it's nothing but blue sky and blue water here. In two hours, it'll be sunset!]
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