"Evie. Eve-meister, my best friend. There's something I need to tell you." Wick exhales, dark brown eyes becoming downcast, "There's no easy way to say this." He keeps his gaze fixed on Eve's feet, determined not to let her see the smile he's holding back. "I'm sorry but......... You're going to be an Aunt!"
Salem sits down next to her mom with a soft groan, "I think that's the third time I've peed in the last hour. In case I've never said it before," she shoots her mom a wry smile, "Mom, I am so sorry that I spent nine months making you bloated and kicking you in the bladder. And giving you heartburn. And swelling your ankles. Just, all of it. I'm truly very, extremely, sorry." @riverswifts
the last time he had seen her, she hadn't been able to do anything close to what she was doing now. her powers had been almost nonexistent, scarcely used and feared. hunter doesn't demand to know the exact details of everything that's happened to her, but the trickles of vulnerability he's earned have given him a general idea. none of that fear is present in her now, even his quick eyes too slow to witness the full extent of her abilities. there's no noise, no shift in the temperature, no nothing—except that in one moment he has this garment or that, and the next he has absolutely nothing on.
being fully exposed like this, without a choice, is more alluring than he intends it to be. he did like it when marton did it to himself. but for him? this is a new one. before he even has time to blink, miray is back up on the countertop with what he can only imagine is an expression purely smug. without his helmet and the extra help it gives his heat-sensing eyes, all he can tell is that she's there, bright against the exposed ( and cold ) surface.
hunter's mandibles rub together with a chittering sound, amused. he doesn't bother to cover the erection already prominent between his legs—as if someone who regularly covered himself in a loincloth and fishnets would have a sense of body shame! "i could think of a better one. i can see you now, can't i?" after a breath of laughter, he adds, "like what you see? even better to the touch."
She's missed that sound. The one that only he can make. With a soft exhale, Miray pulls her shirt over her head. "Maybe that's because I want you to see me now." Her control over her power has grown by leaps and bounds, but she is still nowhere near enough in control to continue using it like this. Not when the very center of her already aches for him. It's simply too distracting. Much better to stop the use of it entirely, lest she accidentally remove something more permanent.
The next article of clothing to hit the floor is her sweatpants, falling to the ground in front of her with a delicate swish. His visit was entirely unexpected, which means that the only garment left on her frame is simple. No lace or frills. Already a damp spot the size of a dime has begun to bleed through the gray cotton. "You already know I like what I see." She slides a slow hand seductively down her stomach, fingertips dipping past the hem of her panties, "I would rather know," the pad of her middle finger brushes across her clit, "What you see." Miray knows that his vision is different than hers, heat mapped rather than real sight.
Her eyes remain glued to Hunter's erection. Just the sight of it sends shivers through her as her body remembers how good it feels to have him buried to the hilt inside her quivering cunt. "For example," she begins to rub slow circles against her bundle of nerves, "What color am I while I'm touching myself? While I'm imagining how full you make me feel?" A soft groan escapes her, "As I'm remembering how good you stretch me out?"
"You know, I had been hoping to catch a monster to cook for dinner, but a dumb little brother is much more fulfilling." Izsak does not bother to hide the grin, or the way he snorts with barely restrained laughter. "It's certainly much more entertaining."
for a split moment, he thinks he's won their little game—her body begins to relax against his, soft and pliable, and he leans in to deepen the kiss... only to push right into empty air. he can feel the slightest whoosh, a graze of a sharp point against flesh, and then nothing. nothing? snorting in surprise, he whips around as the sound of light laughter reaches his ears. that's how she wants to play it, then? like that isn't exactly in line with his preferences. "you're going to make this difficult on me, aren't you?" now it's his turn to ask questions that don't need to be asked—the answer already exists in his own head. of course.
her form is obvious in amongst the objects scattered about her kitchen, bright red and orange flowing compared to the lifeless blue that surrounds them both. stepping forward, his position has already changed to suggest experience stalking, light-footed in spite of his size. "you've got to have a better hiding place than that."
Miray says nothing. Letting his words go unanswered each time, her eyes dance with a mischievousness that would give away her thoughts could he see them. She fades out of existence once more at the end of a sultry chuckle, traveling through her pocket realm until she stands in front of him. Being stuck in it during the ice-storm with Ezra had allowed her to garner a great deal more control. So it is only with some difficulty that she opens up a space between the real world and her realm. Just enough to see what she's doing as a hand slips through.
It takes only seconds, her hand simply needing to touch each item to bring it into her realm. Once inside of it, she makes quick work of each strap and buckle. Letting them each fall to the ground with a satisfying clunk. Though to Hunter, it would seem as if they had simply disappeared. She pops back into his sight atop the counter once more, her eyes grazing over his form. Stripped of everything but the fishnets that beautifully accentuate his taut muscles, it doesn't take long for her hazel depths to drift down to the thick cock that stands at attention. Her insides pulse with anticipation, as a teasing lilt, almost bratty in its tone, goads him, "How was that for a hiding place?"
a bright red flush burns his ears brighter than the solar storms that scorch the wastelands. he isn't used to having conversations like this. it shouldn't be as difficult as it feels, all things considered. but joseph has always resigned themselves to a life without all those other things normal people get... love most of all. sex is in there, though. if he's worried about what he could potentially do to someone who's capable of calming the beast, anyone else is the stuff of nightmares. and his heart wouldn't be in to it. is it so wrong to want something more... meaningful? not it almost feels like it—maybe then he would have something else to go off of than the pitiful few nights with his own hand for company.
slowly, they shake their head. no. nobody else. "i've never even—" he breaks off, laughing softly—sheepishly. "i've never even kissed someone else, pluto. let alone... anything else." the physical contact that they've had with other people in general leaves a lot to be desired. there's a reason that it's always been her... she's been the one person in his life throughout that hasn't gotten fed up! but she almost had, he reminds himself. and that's his fault, too.
ironic, that the one time he does hurt her... he's not rampaging. but irony doesn't make him feel any better about the situation, she does. even though it stings with the aftermath of guilt, he can't help but appreciate how pluto is able to assuage him over and over again. it doesn't matter what form he's in, does it? maybe what finally pushes that message into his head is her lips pressed insistent, hungry, against his own. unafraid, unrepressed—everything he wishes he was. everything he wants to be for her.
baby steps. they can work with that.
tears dried in paths down his face, joey finally speaks again. "okay... um..." he trails off, another soft laugh escaping him. "sorry, i'm just still nervous. in a different way?" good god he doesn't know what he's doing in the slightest! "...what do you..? i mean..." they swallow, noting with relief that she is just as flushed as he is. maybe a little more. she's paler, after all. "...maybe we can just start with kissing and see where it goes?" like they're not hard already. but fear is a strong adversary yet!
"I'm---," Pluto falters, her breath catching in her throat, "I'm the first person you've ever kissed?" Me? An unknown feeling flutters through her heart. So foreign, so new, that she does not even know how to describe it. All she knows is that it makes her feel good. Special. "In that case," her lips brush feather light against his own, thumbs smoothing along either side of his jaw, "I'm honored."
She cannot help her own soft laugh, head shaking to let him know it doesn't matter, "It's okay to be nervous," the hands on his cheeks shake his head teasingly, "Joey, it's normal. Nothing to be embarrassed about." I'm nervous too. Those words she doesn't say out loud, though the significant flush of her skin is likely a dead give away. Pluto wants to be steady for him. Someone he can lean on. "Kissing," a sweet smile curves up her lips, "I can definitely manage that." Stepping back her hands release him, only for one to slide down into his own. Their fingers twine together and her palm presses tightly against his with a reassuring squeeze as she giggles joyfully, "We've totally got this."
With a firm yet gentle tug, Pluto is pulling him up the stairs and into the building. As soon as they cross the threshold, the world outside screams back into existence, the involuntary spell she had held it under evaporating. "But first," mischief glints in her heavily lidded eyes, "You have to catch me!" Without another word she turns and takes off, bolting up the stairs to her room two at a time. Peels of laughter bounce off the walls as she hears him crash into action behind her. Every so often she has to stop and brace her hand against the wall, out of breath from the adrenaline that pumps through her system leaving her breathless.
She can feel as they gain on her, hyper aware of their presence behind her. A hand snatches her wrist just as she passes through the door to her bedroom, and she uses her momentum to quite literally pull them in. There is a lightness in her eyes that no one but Joey has ever gotten to see, and right now they shine with a brightness that even he has never experienced before. She feels weightless. Free. Her foot kicks her door closed with a resounding click, "Well, you caught me," she begins to back slowly away from him, voice breathy and pleased, brown eyes sparkling with open invitation as she involuntarily sucks her lower lip between her teeth, "So what are you going to do with me?"
"you certainly kept me waiting. you'll have to do the math on whether that means what you want it to mean." the truth is always somewhere in the middle. "you didn't answer my question."
Izsak dances around the subject, "Sorry boss. I was, uh, otherwise occupied." That same self-satisfied smirk remains as he leans forward, hands clasped between his knees. "What can I do for you?"
"I don't see why you have to give up a perfectly good bone." The thought reaches out to whatever it is that was thinking of giving its prize away. Floating delicately into the air from where she had been sitting on a bench at the park, Sylvie's brown eyes search for the mystery creature. In the distance she notices a man stop, as if searching for something. She glides closer, her curiosity peaked. She had never been able to hear a man before. Upon closer inspection, the sprite realizes that there is more to him that meets the eye. "Maybe instead of giving it away," her thoughts reach out once more as she comes to a rest a few feet in front of them, not wanting to frighten or scare them by suddenly being too close. A warm smile frames her features as she slowly comes closer, "I could help you find a hiding spot?"
The moment the door opens the heady aroma of warm spices greets her senses. "This already smells fantastic." Just from gazing around the room Sylvie can tell that effort went into tonight. From the way the table has been elaborately set to the gentle music that accompanies the sizzle of cooking coming from the kitchen. Warmth bubbles up and boils over within her heart as she looks up into his eyes. "You're fantastic."
Before Sylvie can lean in for a kiss, there is a hasty movement to shut the door behind her. It breaks the spell momentarily, love giving way for a brief second to hurt. "I just wish that we could go out sometimes." Her wings flutter nervously behind her. She has always been so understanding of Elias' position. "Surely it couldn't hurt to have dinner out occasionally."
Salem allows her head to flop back into Fins' lap as the baby delivers another kick. "I swear this thing is going to be a ballerina. Or a football player," she groans, "Or something that involves feet." She drags one of his large hands to lay over her sizable bump, "See what I mean? They're really on one today. It would be so nice to get to take a nap without being kicked in the spleen."
"Oh come on!" Salem's voice echoes through the apartment, carried forward by the frustration in it. "I just bought this last week." She tosses the shirt onto the floor and finds a different one to shove over her head. One that will actually cover her swollen stomach completely. "I just can't stand when the underside of my belly feels exposed. But fi this baby gets any bigger," she wanders into the room where Marton is working on the crib, "I won't be able to find a shirt that covers me."
It is a slow process to lower herself to the floor next to him accompanied with several grunts and groans. When her butt is finally on the ground, she grabs the crib's instructions to skim over them. "Do we have all the parts? The right number of screws?" It isn't him that she doubts. Rather her mind is already thinking that one wrong move putting this thing together and she could wake up in the middle of the night to find the baby crushed underneath it. "You do know what you're doing, right?"
"Javier Luis Castillo Hernández do not tell me you are cancelling, Catarina's lips form a thin line as she snaps his office door closed behind her, "It is your weekend with him and he's excited to see you! Though why that is I'll never be able to completely comprehend."
character name: Catarina Clark
nicknames: Cat, C.C.
face claim: Jessica Chastain
mutation status: Human
birthday: October 28 (Scorpio)
age: 48
sexuality: Bi-sexual
moral alignment: True netural
occupation: Council Member
work sector: 3
affiliation: The Council
3 positive traits: Ambitious, Persuasive, Visionary
3 negative traits: Deceitful, Insincere, Rigid
biography (optional):
Catarina, or C.C. as her business associates call her, is no nonsense. She maintains a professional demeanor at all times whenever she is in the public eye. Or at least she tries to. Sometimes a boss ass bitch has to take things up a notch when required. The only people to see her warmth are her children, and those select few she has allowed into her inner circle. The nickname Cat is also reserved for those who are in that circle Anyone outside of it who attempts to use it will be sharply rebuked. She is a hard worker who uses her talents as an architect and position within the council to truly try and make things better for the people of the city, even if it means dirtying her hands playing the same game as the others to get what she wants done.
Ex-wife of councilman Javier Castillo
Adopted mother of the twins from his first marriage
They share one son. He is 3 years old and possesses the mutation of telekinesis.
The pair has been separated since shortly after the birth of their son, due to Javi's issues. Catarina chose to finalize the divorce after he had a particularly nasty reaction to their son's mutation manifestation.
Catarina still loves him and tries her best to allow him quality time with their son.
Architect
Fascinated by the buildings of Sol-City at an early age, she would sketch and draw them. Her talent for drawing soon bloomed into doodling her own ideas for buildings on the corners of her school notebooks, random napkins, literally any paper she could get her hands on when an idea struck.
With her parents encouragement she turned her passion into a career, double majoring in architecture and infrastructure with a minor in history.
As a new architect Catarina often went into the wastes to search for inspiration from old-world buildings. She also traveled to other settlements to see how their cities worked.
Her designs helped her to become successful enough that she was voted in as councilor for sector 3. It was there that she met her now ex-husband Javi.
questionnaire:
how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?
Catarina is proud to live in such a technologically advanced city. Having traveled to other well developed settlements, she knows that the advancements within Sol City contribute to the higher quality of life.
do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not?
No. How anyone elected her husband as councilman screams of a conspiracy and as one of them she sees what is happening behind the scenes and does not approve. Outwardly, she chooses to participate in their scheming and conniving in order to continue improving the city.
if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?
Catarina had a talent for art and fascination for building. Architect was only a logical choice. Through her schooling, she learned about infrastructure and how architecture can play a part in improving it. She thus became known for designing beautiful yet practical buildings for the city. Her notoriety enabled her to be voted in as the councilor for sector 3.
what’s one object that they always keep on their person?
Directly on her person? A ring with her children's birthstones gifted to her by Javi when their son was born. It has three bands with the twins' and her son's birthstones. In a broader sense she is never far from her sketchbook.
everything is set in motion to scare him away. it's fast, passionate—most importantly of all? real. realer than he's ever allowed himself to be, realer than anyone ( other than her ) had ever been privy to. and still he can't bring himself to run. is bravery a lack of fear, or just the ability to move forward in spite of it? whatever the case, his lips are acting as if by a mind of their own, moving—exploring—every inch that he's always imagined, but never allowed himself to experience. it's the same act that's been ever-present in his mind for as long as he's known her... even if he knows he'll never be as good as he is in fantasy. he's kissed precious few people. in fact, nobody else. still, he tries—love and passion will just have to bridge the gap of experience.
"i love you." how can they say anything else? "i've always loved you." it doesn't matter how many times joseph says it... it never feels like quite enough. his arms find their way around her body, holding her so close he can almost imagine the barrier of clothing between them has vanished. how many times has he dreamed of this? more than he cares to admit... but his determination to keep her safe as won out beyond any desires that exist in his own self. overwhelmingly, that's been the truth of his life—everyone before the self; his own is dangerous.
hesitant, joey sucks in a sharp breath. she pulls back, witnessing the sharp streaks of red that make up his flushed face. it's equal parts flustered, embarrassed... afraid. "what if i... transform? even if i don't lose control, i don't know if i can stay myself. what then?" choking, he continues, "i want you more than anything. but i... i'm scared."
"I imagine it will be pretty similar to any other time you've gotten off, except, well, better." She offers them a smug grin. Pluto has long suspected that Joey has kept to himself when it comes to any kind of sexual desire. Their virginity isn't much of a secret. At least from her. But even she could not guess at the extent of it. She does not know that she is the first person he has ever truly kissed. Or that the intimacy they shared in the tub was the extent of their experience. However the realization is slowly beginning to dawn on her based on his silence. "Joey," the world around them remains still, not even a breeze ruffles through their hair as her eyes search his, "Has anyone else ever gotten you off?" There is no judgement, in her gaze or words, simply the purest desire to understand. Her head shakes as she realizes it doesn't matter. "You can't hurt me, Joseph."
Delicately her lips press to their neck, whispering against them as she speaks. "For one thing, I can slow time before anything truly disastrous happens." Pluto parts her lips to taste him, tongue flicking gently against their skin. "For another, and this is important," she nips gently now, unable to help herself, "You have never hurt me. Not once in all our years of friendship. And," she shifts so that she's looking up at them once more, loathe as she is to leave the appealing expanse of neck, "It's okay to be scared. We can go as slow as you need. Baby steps." Along with her trust for them, it is easy for her to be confident when she already knows he has control in this area. Otherwise her bathtub wouldn't have survived the exchange that had led to all this.
it is her turn to flush deeply now. Skin pinkening from the intense desire such a simple act invokes. "Like maybe, we just start with making out. Or--," The blush deepens, darkening until her cheeks are tinged red, "Or maybe a hand-job."
"It's getting hotter." He can feel the heat radiating from their egg from where it is nestled against his side, snout resting protectively atop it. "Does that mean they will be hatching soon?" @buriedwithit (santiago)
