[12:02] AM: *Waking up was kind of disorientating. Sileas had managed to sleep through the whole night/day or whatever time it actually was, which was a pleasent surprise, but when he did awake there was the sharp tingling sensation of pins and needles in his left arm. His limb being asleep was the first thing Sileas took notice of, the next being how he was 99 percent certain that this wasn't his block. A qu
[12:02] AM: ick sniff reminded him that he had come to comfort Ananya the night before and they had both fallen asleep. Ah. That would explain why his vision glasses weren't on his face and his arm felt like lead.*
[12:05] WA: -ananya had stayed in place the whole night, lying against his arm peacefully. when she awakes, her fins flick as her vision clears to see sileas. she smiles over at him almost immediately, despite how tired and worn down she felt from the last day- hi...!
[12:06] AM: *At the sound of a voice he stops staring at the ceiling and turns his head to look over at her.* H3y.
[12:08] WA: yeah...! surprisingly...! how about you...?
[12:10] AM: *He nods.* Sam3. Surprisingly.
[12:11] AM: *He slightly wiggles the fingers of the hand on the arm she is laying on, trying to experimentally get some blood moving.*
[12:11] WA: -glances down- oh i'm on your arm...! -she attempts to sit up-
[12:13] AM: Y3ah. Y[o]u ar3. [o]h but h3y uh, y[o]u d[o]n't hav3 t[o] g3t up [o]r anything l3t m3 just, *With her being up slightly is enough for him to snake his arm out from under her and open and close his fist and just shake it a bit to try and get some feeling back.*
[12:13] AM: [o]kay y3ah, thats starting t[o] f33l b3tt3r.
[12:15] WA: -she lies back down on the pillow and smiles at him- oops...! i hope i didn't hurt you...!
[12:19] AM: Nah. Tak3s m[o]r3 th3n that t[o] caus3 m3 damag3. *He then goes to rub some of the sleep out of his eyes before sniffing the air.* H3y uh, by any chanc3 d[o] y[o]u s33 my glass3s ar[o]und? I r3m3mb3r taking th3m [o]ff but n[o]t wh3r3 I put th3m. *Hes sitting up a little now, propping himself back on his elbows. His vission glasses had fallen out of his hand and onto the floor, almost under the bed
[12:19] AM: itself.* N[o]t that I'm in a rush [o]r anything. Its just pr[o]bably s[o]m3thing imp[o]rtant t[o] n[o]t f[o]rg3t.
[12:19] AM: Sinc3 I lit3rally can't s33 with[o]ut th3m.
[12:21] WA: -she sits up again and kind of looks around for them- i don't know...! but i'll look...!
[12:23] AM: Thanks Ananya. *He kinda just tilts his head to the side until it cracks. Oh yeah, that felt better. Some of his joints felt stiff from having slept in the position he did with his arm being used as a pillow*
[12:24] WA: -she moves to slide off the bed and look underneath it- i found them...! -she raises the glasses with victory in her hands-
[12:25] AM: [O]h sw33t, thanks. *Hes going to reach over and blindly feel out for her hand and the glasses.*
[12:26] WA: -she holds her hand and the glasses out to him, climbing back on the bed-
[12:26] WA: no problem...!
[12:29] AM: *The hand off is complete and Sileas is putting them onto his face and switching the device on. As it activates and the world comes back into full and sudden view, Sileas gives a small wince and reaches one finger under the lense to rub at his eyes.* Ah. Y3p, th3r3 w3 g[o].
[12:32] WA: -she's grinning at him- can you see me...?
[12:34] AM: *He looks her way and blinks a few times (It was always weird to get used to having light and color projected into your brain even after so many sweeps of doing it.) and he smiles back.* Y3p. I can s33 h[o]w ad[o]rabl3 y[o]u ar3. *Did he just say that? Wtf. NO.*
[12:35] AM: W3ll anyways y3ah I can s33 and als[o] I'm still waking up s[o] ign[o]r3 my w3irdn3ss.
[12:36] WA: -she totally grows a little maroon at that, but she giggles- i'm still waking up...! too...! so you should...! also ignore my...! weirdness...!
[12:36] AM: I'll d[o] my b3st y[o]u w3ird[o].
[12:40] AM: *Alright he is sitting up more so now and stretching.*
[12:45] WA: are you hungry...? i have...! some snacks...!
[12:47] AM: Y3ah sur3. I w[o]uld ask what kind but w3 all kn[o]w I'm n[o] picky 3at3r.
[12:48] WA: -she hops off and opens her fridge- i have...! juice...! and fruit...! and a lot of fish...!
[12:55] AM: Y[o]u k33p fish in y[o]ur bl[o]ck? *He is rolling off the bed and standing up to his full tall height before running a hand through his hair. Oops, mistake because thanks to all the day old product in it now its sticking straight up.*
[12:58] WA: -she looks at his hair and giggles- yeah...! your hair looks crazy...! -her hair looks wild too. long and messy-
[01:00] AM: Its just trying t[o] match my sanity l3v3ls, cl3arly. *Hahahah..haha... yeah but no, he's already trying to force it back down with his hands, his cheeks a bit blue from how stupid his cowlicks must look.*
[01:00] WA: if you want to fix it...! come here...! i can help...!
[01:04] AM: Y[o]u want t[o] try and tam3 it? W3ll. Alright. *He steps over to her and then bends down so Ananya can, you know, actually reach his hair without too much effort.*
[01:06] WA: -she moves to grab her HAIR STUFF before sitting back on the bed so she can reach his head easier- i'm not going to try...! i'm going to do it...!
[01:11] AM: [o]h man, sh3s g[o]t c[o]nfid3nc3. Y[o]u h3ar that r[o][o]ts? Y[o]ur tim3 [o]f dis[o]b3di3nc3 is up. *He smils and then glances over the hair stuff she has, maaaybe lightly judging her products. Even though he doesnt have a lot of hair, Sileas has endless brands and bottles of styling and hair cair products.*
[01:21] WA: -she's got the best she can possibly get her hands on, for sure. she washes his hair with some dry shampoo first just to make sure it's clean and then she GETS TO WORK- your time of disobedience is up...! hair...!
[01:22] AM: Pfft. *Okay he can't not laugh at that a little. Sileas is just going to kneel in front of her instead of continuing to stand though, easier on the back.*
[01:25] WA: -she's working her magic for sure- it looks...! so nice...!
[01:27] AM: *As long as its not sticking up, he wont complain. And from what Sileas can feel she is doing a pretty decent job.* Ananya y[o]u ar3 my hair savi[o]r.
[01:28] WA: -she finishes up pretty quickly, and it looks AWESOME if she says so herself- go look in the mirror...!
[01:28] AM: Th3 anticipati[o]n is killing m3. *He stands up and looks around for one. Quick where is the nearest mirror?*
[01:30] WA: -above her dresser-
[01:32] AM: *Hes headed for the dresser, and then checks out his hair iin the mirror.* Hm. Actually y3ah, n[o]t bad.
[01:32] AM: *Turns and gives her a thumbs up.*
[01:35] WA: you like it...!
[01:36] AM: Frick y3ah I d[o].
[01:36] AM: B3st b3d h3ad r3vival I'v3 3v3r s33n.
[01:37] WA: i'm the best on the ship...!
[01:39] AM: I'v3 g[o]t th3 pr[o][o]f t[o] b3li3v3 it n[o]w.
[01:40] WA: right on your head...!
[01:41] AM: Quick I n33d t[o] tak3 a pictur3. F[o]r 3vid3nc3. *Hes fishing out his phone and using it to take some form of rediculous, steriotypical mirror selfie.*
[01:45] WA: -ananya photobombs in the background with her crazy hair-
[01:46] AM: *Click. And save.* L[o][o]king g[o][o]d.
[01:47] WA: thanks...! -she's beaming with pride-
[01:54] AM: Y[o]u'r3 rightfully w3lc[o]m3.
[01:54] AM: *Grins back at her.*
[01:56] WA: -she smiles back at him and notices a picture of her and dove still on the dresser and her smile fades-
[01:57] AM: *Oh. Her smile is fading? Sileas glances over to where she is looking and sees the picture.* Hm.... *Right, thats what Ananya was upset about. He kind of has half a mind to just face the photo the other way or something so she wont keep looking at it.*
[01:57] AM: Sh[o]uld I d[o] y[o]ur hair n3xt?
[01:58] WA: huh...? -she looks over at him abruptly- sure...! if you want to...!
[02:06] AM: Surprisingly I can actually braid hair s[o] sur3. *He moves over to sit down on the bed again and pats the spot next to him.*
[02:06] WA: -she scooches over there and sits crosslegged next to him, turning her back to him- really...?
[02:08] AM: *He nods a gets to sectioning out Ananya's hair, making sure it wont bunch awkardly around her horns or anything when its done.* 3v3n b3f[o]r3 Rul3us mad3 my glass3s I l3arn3d h[o]w t[o] f33l it [o]ut with my m[o]m's hair. And th3n aft3r I c[o]uld s33 I actually tri3d t[o] l3arn h[o]w.
[02:09] WA: that's so cool...! -it's relaxing to have her hair done. she needs this. TOO MUCH STRESS-
[02:12] AM: *TOO MUCH STRESS INDEED. Good thing someone playing with your hair is pretty relaxing. Sileas starts pulling and twisting the sections of hair into place. He's making a fishtail braid.* Thanks f[o]r thinking s[o].
[02:13] WA: well yeah...! how could i think...? it was anything else...?
[02:16] AM: *Shrug.* D[o]n't kn[o]w. A blind kid l3arning h[o]w t[o] styl3 hair s[o]unds pr3tty silly t[o] m3.
[02:16] WA: so does...! a girl who can't breathe...! learning how to dance...!
[02:17] AM: Alright fair p[o]int y[o]u'v3 g[o]t m3 th3r3. I gu3ss it is c[o][o]l.
[02:17] WA: see...! told you...!
[02:19] AM: Y[o]u sur3 did. T3ll m3 s[o]m3thing 3ls3 n[o]w.
[02:21] WA: hehehe...! what do you want to know...?
[02:21] AM: S[o]m3thing I d[o]n't kn[o]w alr3ady, h[o]w ab[o]ut that?
[02:21] WA: how do i know...? what you don't know...?
[02:23] AM: L[o][o]ks lik3 y[o]u ar3 just g[o]ing t[o] hav3 t[o] guess. Which is fin3 b3caus3 this particular typ3 of braid tak3s a littl3 whil3.
[02:33] WA: um...! well...! let me think...!
[02:33] WA: i really like...! to play second life...!
[02:36] AM: Mmmmy3ah but d[o]n't a l[o]t [o]f p3[o]pl3 [o]n this ship d[o] t[o][o]?
[02:37] WA: yeah...! i guess so...!
[02:39] AM: *Hes almost at the half way point.* Try gu3ssing again.
[02:40] WA: um...! -she thinks- i am...! scared of robots...!
[02:43] AM: *He pauses for a moment in his braid making, raising and eyebrow before getting back to it.* Huh. Didn't kn[o]w that [o]n3.
[02:43] AM: Any r3as[o]n why?
[02:43] WA: they just...! scare me...! that's all...!
[02:44] WA: which is hard...! because my dad...! loves them...!
[02:44] AM: H[o]n3stly its a d3c3nt 3n[o]ugh r3as[o]n in my b[o][o]k. And is h3 [o]kay with that? Y[o]ur dad ab[o]ut th3 r[o]b[o]ts that is.
[02:45] WA: yeah...! i've been scared...! of them since...! i was a wiggler...!
AM: W3ll its c[o][o]l that h3s c[o][o]l ab[o]ut it. *Hes finishing off the end of the fishtail braid when he remembers he is going to need something to tie it off.* Sh[o][o]t d[o] y[o]u hav3 a hair 3lastic [o]n y[o]u? [o]r n3arby?
[11:21] WA: -she grins and uncapchalogues a hair elastic before passing it back to him- i have a ton...!
[11:23] AM: Gr3at b3caus3 I might n33d [o]n3 m[o]r3. *He sets to work wrapping this first one around the end of her braid though.*
[11:24] WA: i'll be ready...! when you need it...!
[11:31] AM: *A few more seconds pass and then he is holding out his hand for another.*
[11:32] WA: -uncapchalogues another and hands it to him- you really know...! what you're doing...!
AM: *He takes it and quickly finishes securing the braid. He then pulls his hands back to inspect and admire his work.* Lik3 I said, I l3arn3d a l[o]t [o]n my M[o]m's hair. If I can tam3 h3r fam[o]us man3 I'm pr3tty sur3 I can d[o] anything.
[11:41] WA: my moms also have...! crazy hair...! hehehe...!
[11:46] AM: [O]h y3ah thats right th3y d[o] d[o]n't th3y. W3ll, I still think my M[o]m's hair has th3m b3at.
[11:46] WA: i think so too...!
[11:46] AM: Anyways, g[o] tak3 a l[o][o]k and t3ll m3 if y[o]u lik3 it.
[11:46] AM: *He gestures over at the mirror.*
[11:47] WA: -she hurries over to the mirror and checks herself out- oh my god...! it looks so good...!
[11:49] AM: *He smiles at her from his seat on the bed.* I think I did a pr3tty g[o][o]d j[o]b t[o][o].
[11:51] WA: -she does a little spin- it's beautiful...! i'm wearing it all day...!
[11:55] AM: *Oh heck, thats adorable. She is adorable. His grin gets a little bigger at hearing her say that.* Nic3 t[o] kn[o]w my 3ff[o]rts w[o]n't b3 wast3d th3n. H3h.
[11:57] WA: -she giggles and heads back over to him, plopping back down on the bed-
[11:58] AM: Y[o]u kn[o]w I'll pr[o]bably l3av3 my fix3d b3d h3ad as is t[o][o].
[11:58] WA: -she reaches over to touch it-
[11:58] WA: i like it...!
[11:59] AM: *His hair is touched.* Ar3 y[o]u just saying that b3caus3 y[o]u did it? *He smirks a little and pokes her hand with his finger.*
[11:59] WA: maybe...! but it is...! really good...! -she's just...smiling at him-
[12:04] AM: *Aw heck.* W3ll thanks. R3ally I sh[o]uld b3 thanking y[o]u f[o]r making m3 l[o][o]k this g[o][o]d.
[12:09] WA: you're welcome...! thank you for giving me...! such a great braid...!
[12:18] AM: D[o]n't m3nti[o]n it. It l[o][o]ks g[o][o]d [o]n y[o]u.
[12:20] WA: yeah...? you think so...? -she's tilting her head a little and kind of close to him now that she thinks about it-
[12:23] AM: *He has noticed how physically close they were for a while now. Heck she fell asleep on his arm hours ago. His smile shifts a bit as he tries to brush that memory off, but it doesn't fade.* Y3ah [o]f c[o]urs3. I m3an, y[o]u w[o]uld l[o][o]k gr3at with[o]ut it t[o][o]. But its nic3.
[12:29] WA: -and she's blushing at the compliment, but before she realizes it, she's leaning in to kiss him. yep, that's what's happening right now-
[12:35] AM: *Seeing her blush makes him tinge blue and Sileas can't exactly explain why. Just like how he can't explain why shes suddenly leaning forward? And getting closer. And then even closer, until wow, woah. those. Sure are some lips, on his lips. As completely shocking as this is, a long since deeply buried urge (One he can't exactly pinpoint) of Sileas's lets him know that he actually really wants to
[12:35] AM: kiss back. So after a moment of startled hesitation, hes shutting his eyes and leaning back into her, moving his lips against hers and not thinking at all about what is really happening, but rather focusing on the butterflies taking off in his stomach.*
[12:40] WA: -her heart's racing and this feels like just enough to make her forget about yesterday. there is an attraction she feels to him, one that's just enough to get her to do this and to keep kissing him with as much fervor as she can muster. she absentmindedly loops her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him still-
[12:45] AM: *He moves with her as she pulls him close, moving one hand on the bed next to her leg to lean against for support. Initially he was expecting nails to dig into his skin at any moment, but as the kissing continued it was starting to dawn on him that it was a touch far less agressive then what he was used to. It was also far warmer too. Slowly Sileas's free hand moved to rest ever so slightly on Ana
[12:45] AM: nya's knee, just to feel more of it.*
WA: -she has to breathe through her nose with all this kissing, but she's managing, fins flicking in excitement. she's really...pushing herself up against him here-
[01:14] AM: *She is so small against him. Any amount that she leans into Sileas he hardly notices in comparison to other kisses he has had. Right now though he cant really notice anything another then his pulse picking up. He had always liked Ananya, always felt close to her, respected her, thought she was great! Had he ever considered her in a romantic way? It had to have at least crossed his mind before Sil
[01:14] AM: eas pushed down the thought. He knew so many people liked her, there would have never been a chance in the world. Plus he knew in his gut without even trying that he would be the worlds shitiest matesprit, so he was content to just be her friend. But this was not something "Just friends" usually do. When he breaks the kiss for actual air, it clears his foggy head just enough to remind him how to u
[01:14] AM: se breathy words.* (Ananya, u-uh?) *Did she know what was happening? What even was happening.*
[01:18] WA: -she's so caught up in him for the time being and she loves the way it takes her mind off of everything she's lacking, everything she's missing, everything she wants but can't have. she trusts sileas, and she trusts him a great deal more than most people, so this isn't feeling very scary at all. no, it's exciting and it makes her adrenaline rush. he's so tall, so she has to hold onto him to be abl
[01:18] WA: e to keep kissing him, but when he pulls away to breathe, she does the same but keeps holding onto him-
[01:18] WA: (is that okay...?)
[01:26] AM: *Is it okay? It felt pretty okay...Kissing her like that. It felt really okay actually. There were still several wavering gut feelings of uncertainty, but if this made her feel better, and if she was okay with this. Well. He could be too?* (I m3an... ar3 y[o]u sur3? Ab[o]ut it b3ing [o]kay?) *He does his best to look at her, even with her arms around remaining around his neck, resting their forehe
[01:26] AM: ads gently against each other.*
[01:28] WA: -she nods just slightly, her forehead still pressed up against his- (yeah...!) -there's really no need for them to be whispering, but it really fits the moment.- (i really...! like this...!)
[01:32] AM: *Well. If she really was okay with it, then where was the real harm? Sileas barely nods in response and then leans back in to reconnect their lips again, and savoring the pleasent sweetness of it. Perhaps this wasn't smart but... she said she really liked it.*
[01:34] WA: -good. here, she's accepted. not rejected. not longing for something far away. it feels even more validating as his lips meet hers again, and she can't help but pull herself into him again. maybe, just maybe pulling him against her just slightly. maybe leaning back a tiny bit-
[01:39] AM: *He is very easily being guided along with her, leaning forward until it gets to the point where he is guiding her to lay back down against the bed with him curled over top. One hand moves to his face to grab at his glasses, removing them rather quickly before carefully tossing them farther away on the blankets from them. After that hand was free again, he places it softly onto her hip.*
[01:47] WA: -this is also, very new. so new that she had never even made it this far with dove, much less anyone else. it gives her a thrill, one stronger than any she's felt before, and just feeling sileas on top of her like this is enough to get THIS TEEN HEART BEATING FASTER FASTER. honestly, it feels as if it's about to lurch out of her chest and right into him but it's something she doesn't even want to
[01:47] WA: stop, a hand around his neck going up into his hair. it might get messed up again-
SILEAS: *Honestly he will live if his hair is messed up by the end of this. For Sileas none of this exploritive territory is new to him, after all he has been in a commited blackrom for sweeps. It was just strange to not feel the drive being nearly as direct, or harsh. It wasn't like a race for once. Sileas lets out a pleased hum against her mouth as he feels her fingers move up into his hair, and then as his face continued to further heat up with blue he experimentally flicks his tongue across her lower lip to see what her reaction might be.*
ANANYA: -while it's explorative territory for sileas, this is all uncharted for ananya, and every touch, every movement of his mouth is enough to make her feel the overwhelming heat. at his tongue, she responds by pulling him closer, by parting her mouth and deepening this kiss and trying things out for the first time, hoping she doesn't fuck it up-
SILEAS: *Even if she did its not like he would tell her so. Being pulled closer means having to crook his elbows, making it a little harder to support himself but he manages. Being granted permission, Sileas slips his tongue passed her lips, mapping out her mouth with soft strokes over her own tongue, or flicking up delicately behind her teeth. Experience was certainly proving to be his best friend here.*
ANANYA: -she doesn't think she's ever had anyone's tongue in her mouth before and she isn't quite sure how to handle something like this, but she follows his lead, taking comfort in the fact that he knows exactly what he's doing. she's not going to let her mind wander as to why he does, because that could be enough to freak her out a little. no one tell ruleus. a noise leaves her mouth eagerly at the sens
ANANYA: ation it gives her. she's still gotta breathe through her nose to survive all this, but she's making it happen because she wants this so bad.-
SILEAS: *He listens intently to the sounds she makes, partially to be able to detect what actions make her moan and also to be certain that her breathing is still regular. Despite the cloudiness in his brain, Sileas was still able to hold on to the idea that he didn't want to rush her. His tongue makes a retreat from her mouth to pause for breath before he return to start the makeouts all over again.*
ANANYA: -she catches her breath and looks up at him when he pulls away before he starts kissing her all over again and wow, she's never felt so wanted in her life. and this, this right here, makes her feel just that: wanted and appreciated and like she matters. like sileas can't get enough of her. one of her hands move to settle on his arm and slide down, feeling and doing some slight exploring from this position-
SILEAS: -As her hand trails down his arm Ananya is going to detect a firmness of the muscle. Sileas wasn't ripped by any means, but he did pride himself on keeping somewhat toned if only for looks. He lowered himself a bit closer to Ananya, hoping that he still wasn't crushing her under too much of his own weight, and broke the kiss again to peck her cheek, and then the soft line of her jaw, trailing a line of delicate kissed all the way to her neck.-
ANANYA: -the neck kisses make her shiver and feel so many things at once, so much that her breath catches slightly; she's never felt this way before. she's never felt this good before and she doesn't want it to end. this gives her a moment to catch her breath despite how much all of these things made it more difficult to do so normally. she supports the back of his head, encouraging him and arching her neck to give him more room- wow...!
SILEAS: -He can't help but smile against her skin when he hears her say that. Receiving this sort of encouragement and response from her drives his own self esteem temporarily through the roof and into the clouds. He continues to give her neck attention, moving his lips down a bit further to suck on her collarbone but for once not bite or nip any skin. He was more focused on breathing in the scent of her, listening for if her voiced hitch or wavered. The hand on Ananya's waist started to move fingers in calming circles over the fabric of her shirt.-
ANANYA: -he's sure hearing a lot, a lot of breathing and a lot of her trying not to make a lot of sound. Feeling Sileas's hand on her shirt, she puts one hand over it to instead direct it underneath. What is she doing? she's aware of it at least-
SILEAS: -When his hand is first touched it flinches, but as she guides him under the hem of her top the tension eases out of him again. Some of it anyways. Sileas was starting to feel some hesitation about all of this. Was this okay? Was it right? She had been crying about her break up the night before and now here he was leaving hickeys on her neck and his hand up her shirt. Still, it all felt really really nice.-
SILEAS: -He spreads colder by contrast fingers over her bare stomach and places another soft kiss along her jaw.-
ANANYA: -she's never had hickeys before either, but at least she has long hair to cover it up in public. his hands are cold enough to make her react slightly, but at the same time it feels so good against how warm her body feels. it's indeed a contrast, but he's touching her stomach and kissing her jaw and she can't help but move a hand to his side, over his shirt, moving across his chest to rub at his shoulder-
SILEAS: -Her touch is soft, gentle, and without claws or nails. It is something Sileas hardly ever gets to feel and he savors every moment of it. Ananya's natural body heat is like a furnace to him, and combining with the heat of blush flooding his own face Sileas could swear it was as though he was about to burn up all together. His doubt became touch and go as she felt up his chest and shoulder, and as he moved to kiss her lips again the hand under her shirt slid up another inch.-
ANANYA: -with his hand moving upward, she feels butterflies in her stomach in anticipation for what comes after this. She's eager to kiss him back, however, and it's enough to boost the excitement to overtaking the nerves. There's so much of him to explore, and it's a little daunting, but she kind of can't wait, and she's going to help him out by putting a hand over his under her shirt and pushing it further up-
SILEAS: -He makes a noise of surprise against her mouth as she pushes his hand up her shirt even more. This was all very unbelievable, and not what Sileas had considered as a possibility when he came over to comfort her. He idly started to trace out the bottom of her bra as he wrestled with the debate if this was wrong or right to do.-
SILEAS: -It was still so impossible to be decisive when his head was swimming with thoughts of how soft her breasts might be, and before he could even finish making a case for one way or another Sileas found himself cupping Ananya over her bra, and squeezing.-
ANANYA: -oh shit, this is happening. They hit first and second base in one go, and with his hand around her breast like that, she enjoys it more than she initially thought she would. She lets out a little moan against his mouth as he squeezes and returns her hand to his cheek as she pulls away to breathe again, just looking at him-
SILEAS: -He doesn't open his eyes to look back at her, mostly because there would be no real difference to him if he did without his glasses, and all Ananya would see is a clear view of his blind cataracts. He hardly wants to let her pull away, but by taking in his own shaky breath he starts to remember where he is, where they are, and what is happening.- U-Uh.
SILEAS: -Sileas's stomach suddenly starts doing flips and he retracts his hand from Ananya's shirt as he starts to pull further away from her.- Wait a s3c[o]nd. W3... -Fuck what was he doing?? Something wrong and messed up thats what.- Crud. Ananya y[o]u... y[o]u and D[o]v3 just...
ANANYA: -she feels a bit mortified when he pulls away from her, and her head is spinning because she really doesn't want him to leave her alone after all of that. she sits up a little, fixing her shirt- i know...! i just...! ANANYA: -she's blushing now, still catching her breath and sighing- like this...! with you...! ANANYA: does it...? have to be a thing...? can we just...? have fun with each other...?
SILEAS: -Something about the way she says it just... twists something inside him wrong. Sileas swallows, opening his eyes as he sits back a little bit and runs a hand through his hair. So she wanted casual. He supposed that was better then the alternative? Better then this being actual feelings of flushed or whatever else? If this was just two friends having sexually charged fun, then that oddly enough made Sileas feel more at ease.-
SILEAS: -But still. Ananya was pretty clearly in a vulnerable spot right now, and it could be that she would just end up regretting this all later. He very well could too. A smart thing to do would be just to say no, and stop now before things go too involved.-
SILEAS: I.....y3ah. Y3ah sur3. If y[o]ur ar3 sur3 y[o]u want this.
ANANYA: -she's definitely vulnerable, probably at her most vulnerable, but her inhibitions are fairly gone now, because what's the point? when he agrees, she smiles at him, honestly expecting him to decline and be on his way. but this? this is a nice surprise. she nods eagerly- yeah...! i'm sure...!
SILEAS: -Thats what he SHOULD do. But Sileas knows if he leaves she will be sad again, and if he does stay he gets to continue to kiss her and thats an amazing feeling even if its for the wrong reasons.- Alright, th3n... th3n y3s. SILEAS: -He takes one of her hands in his own, brushing his thumb over the back of her knuckles before bringing it up to kiss. Just...anything for her.-
ANANYA: -she blushes again but smiles widely when he kisses her hand and agrees to what she's proposing. what are the chances? this doesn't have to end here. things don't have to be completely bad right now. sileas cares about her enough to hang out with her and kiss her and whatever else they could get up to.- okay...! hehehe...!
SILEAS: -Her laugh helps to put him somewhat at ease. A little bit. He offers back a smile of his own, but doesn't move to lean back over her just yet.- Is th3r3 a chanc3 w3 c[o]uld uh, shift a bit th[o]ugh?
SILEAS: I d[o]n't want t[o] w[o]rry ab[o]ut... w3ll. Crushing y[o]u? -Thats an awkward thing to ask but its truthful.-
ANANYA: -she nods- if that's what you want...! sure...! i'm okay...! either way...!
SILEAS: C[o][o]l. Uh, h3r3 l3t m3 just, -He still holds her hand as he moves to lay back against the mattress, trying to guide her on top of him instead.-
ANANYA: -she squeezes his hand as they adjust their positions and she's trying to find a comfortable spot. the best she can find is by basically straddling his waist- uh...? like this...?
SILEAS: Y3ah, y3ah thats fin3. -He swallows tightly as she sits on him like that, almost wishing he could reach his glasses just to see what she looked like. But that would mean having to get up and that sort of trade wasn't equal. Sileas lets go of her hand and finds her knees on either side of his waist. From there they slide all the way up her legs to rest comfortably on her hips.-
SILEAS: Kind [o]f p3rf3ct actually...
ANANYA: -she smiles, leaning down- yeah...?
SILEAS: -He can feel her leaning closer to him, and he nods while rising a little to meet her.- Y3ah.SILEAS: Im saying y3ah a l[o]t but, w3ll y3ah.
ANANYA: -she giggles again- yeah...! -and she leans into scoop his lips up into a kiss again-
SILEAS: -He started to chuckle with her but its cut off as soon as she kisses him again and hes fine with it. Just to prove it Sileas lets out a calming sigh through his nose as they move their lips together and one of his hands move higher up on Ananya's back to hold her close.-
ANANYA: -she pulls away just barely- (do you want to...? pick up....? where we left off...?)
SILEAS: -He suppresses the need to make a small whine when she pulls back again. Oh they were whispering again.- (Uh. Sur3. If y[o]u want t[o].)
ANANYA: -she nods and then remembers he can't see her- (i'm fine...! with it...!)
SILEAS: -The verbal confirmation is very much appreciated. Some of this feels very awkward, and Sileas isn't sure if he would call any of it exactly romantic. But he can manage well enough at sliding the hand still on Ananya's hip under the hem of her shirt again, and slowly trailing upwards until he was at the base of her bra again. Only this time his fingers traveled under, feeling out her bare breast and how soft and warm the skin was. Sileas leaned up to capture her lips in his again and hoped she thought it was as good as he thought she was.-
ANANYA: -she gasps a little at the feeling of his cold fingers on her chest and it's enough for her to hum a little against his mouth when they kiss again. this gives her the freedom to slide a hand under his shirt as well-
SILEAS: -Now it is his turn for his breath to hitch as warm fingers sneak onto the bare skin of his stomach. He would very much like more of that actually. He hums in encouragement before sweeping his tongue over her lips again to try and return to a deeper kiss like before.-
SILEAS: -Meanwhile the hand under Ananya's shirt gently squeezes her. There is not a lot of freedom for much movement under all the layers, but he does manage to brush his thumb over sensitive nipple.-
ANANYA: -she keeps her hand sliding up, feeling him, feeling his chest, letting her fingers drag against his skin. she gets the hint pretty easily and parts her mouth for his tongue. this all feels so strange yet good and it keeps her wanting more. it keeps her pushing for more, especially as she feels his thumb graze across her nipple and his hand feel her so intensely. she exhales heavily through her nose at just how much it's making her heart race again-
SILEAS: -He drinks in her sigh and it just makes him crave to hear more sounds from her. More sighs, heavy breathing, a moan, anything. As his tongue begins to explore her mouth again, this time instead of just brushing a finger over such a sensitive spot he pinches it between his thumb and forefinger. The hand on Ananya's back slides up and then down again, tracing the curve of her figure and Sileas can almost start to hear his own pulse.-
ANANYA: -that elicits a moan from her mouth, the sensitive area's stimulation giving her a reason to nearly whine at the sudden rush it gives her. she feels like her clothes are a bit too restricting right now, so she pulls away just a little bit to catch her breath- (can i...? take my shirt off...?)
SILEAS: ([o]h. Y3s y[o]u can t[o]tally d[o] that.) -Okay. Maybe now he really wished he could see. But whatever, there was no way he was reaching for glasses right now, instead he leaned forward to reconnect their lips as both of his hands stopped what they were doing to start to slip her top up her body.-
ANANYA: -she's so worked up it's hard to get her to regulate her breathing, so she has no choice but to slow it down a little. she does, however, take off her top and toss it on the ground, reaching back to unhook her bra because who needs bras, really- (cool...!)
SILEAS: -yeAH WHO NEEDS BRAS?? Holy shit though. He knows the shirt hits the ground but he also continues to hear her shift around with something else, and the only logical guess is that the bra is being removed and Sileas didn't know his face could so easily flush this deep blue until right now.- SILEAS: -His hands are back at her hips but he is already starting to slowly slide them up her sides in anticipation.-
ANANYA: -wow. wow, wow, wow. she slides off her bra and off that goes, too. she's so nervous and excited that she's basically trembling, and maybe that's apparent when she leans down to kiss at his neck this time-
SILEAS: Mmn. -He lets a pleased noise rumble from deep in his chest and up his throat as he feels Ananya press her lips to his neck. As he tilts his chin up to give her better access, his hands are finally reaching their target destination, and spread fingers out over her chest, getting right to work at teasing and softly squeezing. All in attempts to hear her more, to listen to any noise she has to offer.-
ANANYA: -she cannot believe this is happening right now, with both of his hands on her rumble spheres and the way they grab at her like that. it's fucking up her breathing a little bit, and she has to turn her head from him abruptly because she HAS TO COUGH and this is the WORST TIME FOR THIS TO HAPPEN but she shoves her face into the comforter anyway so she CAN cough-
SILEAS: -Everything was feeling really good, his hands on her spheres, her lips on his neck. Sileas could hardly remember the reasons for hesitations he had before. Or well he couldn't until she turned away from him and into the bedspread so she could cough.-
SILEAS: -Almost immediately his hands are letting go of her breasts and instead going to rub at her back while he struggles to sit up some to hold her.- Ananya?
SILEAS: Y[o]u [o]kay?
ANANYA: -great, this is embarrassing. this is the worst possible thing that could happen. she should have taken her medicine before doing this, should have been more prepared. but she didn't know this was going to happen until it did, and now she's paying for the spontaneity. she covers her mouth and coughs into her arm. it's really fucking hard to breathe right now-
SILEAS: -Okay nope, no this was the opposite of a comforting sound. Sileas's eyebrows are knitting closely together in concern and whether Ananya likes it or not he is sitting up all the way and holding her in his arms.- Crud. Frick uh-- -He stupidly tries to look around for an inhaler or her breathing machine or SOMETHING before he remembers he can't see yet, and then proceeds to panic a little bit more because he caused this.-
SILEAS: A-Ananya quick wh3r3 is y[o]ur br3athing stuff? [o]r my glass3s if y[o]u s33 th[o]s3??
ANANYA: -she points at the end of the bed where she remembers him putting his glasses and wheezes, still coughing-
SILEAS: -Fuck he can't see her POINT. Okay. Calm down. He needs to be calm right now and focus. Sileas may not have the sniffer of Terezi, but he knows that if he really tries and takes a big inhale through his nose he might be able to get out her rough shape. And yes, slowly a bright red strawberry smelling blob is making an image in his mind and he can see one lone tendril of color reaching out in a direction. In that same instant he is leaning forward to blindly grab at the blankets until BINGO, he finds his glasses at the end of the bed and quite nearly slaps them on his face. Its a whirlwind of sensors as he looks around before adjusting to the colors and lights, looking for her oxygen mask.-
ANANYA: -she points again but this time at the nightstand next to her bed, where her nebulizer and mask is. fuck, it's hard to breathe. she hates that she's probably freaking him out-
SILEAS: -Yeah unfortunately he is pretty freaked out, but at least it means he is quick to grab the nebulizer and mask and bring it up to her face while still keeping one arm around her.- [o]-[o]kay just uh, just br3ath3??
ANANYA: -she's gasping for air as she grabs the nebulizer and gets it going. shit. shit. shit.-
SILEAS: -HHhhhh, he is just going to continue holding her in his lap like this. And... maybe wheezing a little. Suddenly his head was killing him from having sat up so fast and then literally assaulting himself with the gift of sight.-
ANANYA: -her eyes are watering from all the coughing, but in time, it seemes like it's working. it's becoming easier to breathe now, but her cheeks are maroon, and she's glancing up at sileas.- sorry...!
SILEAS: -He doesn't respond right away, rather he was just staring ahead at some wall and zoning out in the process of grappling with a migraine.-
SILEAS: Nn-.....N[o] pr[o]bl3m.
SILEAS: I sh[o]uldn't hav3...
SILEAS: This was n[o]t... an amazing id3a.
SILEAS: [o]n my part.
SILEAS: Frick, [o]h my g[o]d Ananya im... -Is he starting to shake? A little bit.- Frick, crud, s[o]n [o]f a f3mal3 d[o]g I'm s[o] s[o]rry.
ANANYA: -she shakes her head- you...! didn't...! do...! this...!
SILEAS: But I'm s[o]rt [o]f th3 r3as[o]n?? Wait. Frick that s[o]unds s[o] pr3sumptu[o]usly conc33d3d what is wr[o]ng with m3.
ANANYA: -shakes her head, feeling pretty damn humiliated now that she can breathe better- no...! you're...! not...!
SILEAS: {o]kay what3v3r but still y[o]u-- -He looks down at her finally and then, very suddenly, he is reminded that she was without bra and shirt and boy he got a decent eyefull of what he had been wishing to see mere minutes ago and it didn't feel even close enough to be called bitter sweet. After a regretful moment of staring he is looking away again, his face newly aflame with bright blue.-
ANANYA: -she notices how much he's blushing- it's okay...! if you kept...! them on...! you would have...! seen me...! anyway...!
SILEAS: -He grumbles something indecipherable, still not able to look at her, and leans a bit to rest his chin on her head again. He then wraps his arms a little bit tighter around her shoulders.- Just... just glad y[o]ur3 [o]kay.
ANANYA: we...! can...! try...! again...! later...! i have...! medicine...!
SILEAS: -Slight frown at the wall.- Y[o]u.
SILEAS: Y[o]u still want t[o] try?
SILEAS: [o]...kay. -He just really needs to sit here. Like this. For a while first. Just stew and a bit old mental pot of regretting his choices in life, seasoned by his touch and go migraine.-
