She figured her first apology would be enough, despite wanting to say it again.
Honestly, she expected Jax to get back at her for it somehow. Maybe throw a centipede in her room. Be even more obnoxious. Anything but actually catch her outside her door to rock the boat some more and confront her.
Ragatha couldn't even face him as she winced, keeping her gaze fixed to the floor.
Weird, she'd wanted to apologise again, but now she wanted to scamper away from his ire.
"I didn't mean him when I said it." Was all she could simply say, her burden of guilt weighing heavy in her chest.
[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering / sprays them with water….
NSFW prompts for Sinday! For funsies!
It was simple to follow, and she didn't understand what he wasn't getting about it. It's like he took her to the deck of the digital lake, brought this conversation on just to have her ranting about the things she never spoke about to distract her. And she played right into it like a violin under his skilled handiwork.
Besides Kinger, and she can't open up to him as often as she'd like Jax had become the closest thing to. Somewhere along the way, it's as if a common ground of unspoken understanding had begun to grow. A shared greenhouse of a friendship they'd both tend to when the other wasn't paying attention; it was hard to tell which one started planting seeds of something new inside the garden of their hearts that started to flourish into something... more.
So... she noticed his hands, how one tried to snake and creep just out of her sight behind her and how the other was slowly inching over her lap; Pomni didn't speak on it, still stuck on her train of thoughts whilst she spoke.
But those touches became more apparent once they made contact with her body .. the way it started in ghost brushes against the fabric of her clothes, the way her breath started to hitch, focusing on it more and more. This is what he wanted, after all. To get her to let her guard down without anyone around, to be an audience of one to new reactions she didn't dare share with the others.
She was about to ask what he was doing but the minute she turned and her pinwheels met his rectangular gaze, his hands worked their magic, fingers digging into the flesh of her elastic skin at her side and thigh before shifting her easily onto his lap. Jax always knew what he wanted, a hunter stalking his prey for the moment to strike; she shouldn't have looked him in the eyes which had now grown lidded in his internal excitement.
The expression into his stare almost embarrasses the jester. Her cheeks flaring quickly into a deep hue as she tried to escape him by averting them away; she didn't want to admit forfeit to his ministrations but he didn't back down easy. His right hand continued to run and dig into the plush of her love handle while the other yellow glove mapped up her body; every terrain, curvature and angle that it had to offer his touch.
And it felt like she was an ant under a magnifying glass on the hottest day of summer, every caress made her feel like she was burning alive. Suddenly, her hat that was like an extension of herself was given a sharp tug, causing her head to abruptly turn and her honesty of how much this was riling her up escaped her throat. But it was short lived, because he took the chance at locking his lips with her own to swallow it, throwing his body back to lay flat against the deck, holding her properly against his body.
Out of habit, her hands met at the hard wood below on either side of his head to catch herself even though she had nothing to worry about with Jax there. She hated how much his little instances impacted her so greatly; she wanted some form of control and the upperhand. So even if their gazes were closed, falling in tune to the way their lips crashed eagerly against one another, she shifted onto her elbows and allowed one hand to escape upwards until finding the soft texture to his lilac ears. And pulled.
There was something about hearing a man groan pathetically into your mouth that made Pomni feel dizzy in their endeavors, if she wasn't lightheaded already. He had a good hold on her lower body, but it felt like restless hands had dug deeper as he started to use her stature for his own means and wants for what she'd done. He lifted her lower half into the air before humping up against her, an insinuation of making her bounce on his dick through clothed forms. And it was starting to drive the brunette crazy with every brush of fabric rubbing against each other.
Her teeth found his bottom lip and pulled gently, diving back in to deepen the bond between them, but she adjusted; every time he'd suggest humping into her, she'd pull again at his ear causing him to stutter every single time.
This cat and mouse game was starting to grow heavy with labored breaths and glassy hazes, and she'd lose her mind to the little actions - almost curious to see how much farther they could take this.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE SCENE IS RIDICULOUS, BUT THAT’S RATHER THE POINT.ㅤA wedding party halfway down a volcano, champagne flutes that never empty, a priest with a clock for a face; Queenie doesn’t question it, since the game doesn’t require her to. She exists in the in-between: her lines are generic, her cues vague, but the mind beneath the surface is still present… fragmented, unfortunately. She stands near the edge of the dancefloor, posture poised, hands clasped in front of her gown; red velvet, just slightly off-theme & the veil twitches in nonexistent wind. It’s unclear who she’s supposed to be here; mother of the bride? Guest of honor? Another setpiece? The cake, perhaps? No one's told her & she doesn’t ask. The music glitches for a second, repeats a bar; that’s when she spots him. She knows his name, for part of her mind that’s supposed to forget things never quite learned how to do so properly… Queenie doesn’t announce herself, just moves beside him with the soft-clicking grace of polished wood, “They didn’t cast me in the speaking role,” she offers lightly, voice smooth, angled with warmth that doesn’t quite sit right [ for reasons she doesn’t pay mind to or care to know ] “But I thought I’d cheat. We’re allowed a little mischief now & then, aren’t we?” she giggles, hand over where her mouth is supposed to be,
She doesn’t look directly at him, instead tilting her chin to suggest the invitation; ever so polite! “I’ve seen you before. Though I think the first time you were holding a… novelty-sized umbrella? It was raining frogs… or perhaps stars? Something like that.” —pause [ because she lets it; lets the simulation breathe, & lets the background figures twirl endlessly in their loops, ] The smile in her eyes never changes, “You have… a very loud silence,” she muses softly. “Not that I mind! Sometimes the ones who make the most noise are the ones who say the least when it matters...” That last line feels like something she wasn’t programmed to say & so she folds her gloved hands again, as if to make up for it. “Would you like a drink? It won’t make anything better, but the bubbles are very pretty…”ㅤ/ㅤ@jaxt0y !
"Does there have to be a better version?" Palo asked. Truthfully, he would have answered this a different way; he'd heard a lot about his opposite self from Gangle since they started hanging out on the regular, but he figured it would be better to keep his mouth shut about that. He didn't want anything happening to his friend, after all. That didn't change the fact he'd heard that Jax was always doing mean things to people, pulling cruel pranks and purposefully putting others in danger.
JAX 𝙵𝙾𝚄N𝙳 𝙰 𝙱𝚄𝙶 : i don't know what i need. / / ⋆｡ where it hurts starters.
❝ Jax / @jaxt0y / , please sit down . ❞ He wouldn't force him if he refused . Somewhere along the lines , losing track of how long it's been with the two of them in this space . The ' air ' is thick && disconcerting . He could only hope the pillows && blankets here work to calming some of that manic energy for the buck as it does his majesty .
He decides on a risk , raising to his full height , he casts his hand to take Jax' shoulder && spins him around to look at him . ❝ You need to breathe ,❞ Eyes affix to the rabbit's a sharpness to them . He wasn't going to made to stay-off this so easily .
♔.݁ ❝ I ― ❞ The glove on Jax's shoulder retracted && joined the other one to unfurl && splay out in front of him . Gently . ❝ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 . ❞
The dark was a natural hindrance to most yet to Kinger he could see Jax so much clearer . ❝ && I won't say it gets any easier but ― I'm not alone && neither are you . It's alright . . . it's just us here . ❞ If he took off he won't pursue . There was no forcing someone as guarded as as the unruly young man to take even brick off of that wall .
@jaxt0y sent: "in my defense, i was left unsupervised." / for ragatha!
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Both her literal and button eye rolled far back at his excuse.
Could it even be called that?
Whatever it was, it was a very Jax-esque explanation. Dumb and nonsensical which visibly irritated her seams. "That's not a defence, Jax. That's just you being a jerk and breaking Gangle's mask... again." This was, what, the third time in a week? She didn't want to start keeping count.
"Except with nobody watching!"
Ragatha knelt down to start gathering up the smaller pieces strewn about their feet.
"It wouldn't kill you to be a little nicer, you know?" She sighed. "But you're probably not capable of that."
