VENRAS: *Still on Skaia, Venras is following Simula wherever they deem to go. There's still some time before the pizza meet up but... he thinks he prefers this. His first suggestion is the downtown mall. That's always fun.*
SIMULA: *simula definitely prefers it, too. one on one interactions are always better, what very few simula even enjoys at all. and they have to admit, venras' company is easily becoming a favorite.*
SIMULA: *they enjoy trips to the mall, because that means buying cute clothes. but their first stop is an accesory shop, where simula is eyeballing hair clips.* Hmm.
VENRAS: *peeping where Simula is looking* What do your a3sth3t1c 3y3s s33?
SIMULA: *holds up cupcake clips.* Are these too much? II try to cultivate a look that says, "yes II am cute and approachable" so that peo-ple can be ex-tra disappointed when they find out II'm a grade A bitch.
SIMULA: But II don't want to look obnoxiously sweet ei-ther... *tapping cheek thoughtfully*
VENRAS: *strokes his chin as he considers Simula's predicament.* You can't go wrong w1th cupcak3s. 8ut may83 you should go for th3 star shap3s.
VENRAS: That way wh3n p3opl3 approach you, th3y'll know th3y'r3 d3al1ng w1th som3on3 83tt3r than th3m.
VENRAS: ...
VENRAS: Plus th3y hav3 l1ttl3 str1p3s 1ns1d3.
SIMULA: Ah, yes. Good point. Thank you. *hehehe... they're smiling a little as they swap out the cupcakes for the stars.*
VENRAS: *Clenches fist internally. Simula is too cute. Venras leans on the counter at them, regardless that the clerk is RIGHT THERE. None fucks are given.* 1'm just look1ng out for you.
VENRAS: And l3t m3 just say. Th3 v13w 1s gr3at. B)
SIMULA: *the clerk is clearly trying not to pull a face at this exchange. so obviously simula wants to make their life more miserable.* Why don't you get a closer look, then?
SIMULA: *drifts up to him, standing on their toes for a kiss.*
VENRAS: *Sorry, clerk friend. A troll has to do what a troll has to do and right now, that means swooping down to pluck a smooch from this cute. The misery is spread and Venras straightens up again, satisfied.* You also hav3 som3 gr3at sugg3st1ons. *chinhands at the clerk. Waggling eyebrows about his own good luck.*
SIMULA: *haha, how sweet... the clerk wants to barf, but this is just a regular day in retail. at least they're not yelling at them. simula seems satisfied, too and makes their purchases.* Al-right, II'm done here.
VENRAS: Uh okay. *begins following them out of the shop* Ar3 you go1ng to put th3m on?
SIMULA: Yes. *floats them out of the bag and works them out of the package to start fixing them into their hair.* How's that?
VENRAS: *makes the okay hand gestures at them.* Magn1f1co. ;0
SIMULA: *smiles. dammit, so much smiling. they can't even bring themself to care.* We should get smooth-ies now. *entwines their hands to start leading him to the food court. they mostly just want to chill and sit around... maybe people watch.*
VENRAS: *Yessss. He absorbs the casual affection of hand holding and it's such a breath of fresh air honestly. When was the last time he had it? Venras couldn't remember. He thinks on it rather quietly as they make their way off to the food court. Contrary to popular belief, Venras was actually a pretty chill and enjoyed quiet time more often than not.*
VENRAS: *They buy their smoothies and sit at a table with uneventfulness.* ...1t's 833n a wh1l3 s1nc3 1'v3 had th1s. *comments, having a taste of the kiwi blend he opted for.*
SIMULA: *sits pretty at the table, sipping at their favorite, blueberry pomegranite, and peeps over at venras, oblivious to the thoughts going through his head. of course, if they did, they would relate.*
SIMULA: Ki-wi?
VENRAS: *quirks a smile at them and twines fingers with them at the table* Compan1onsh1p.
SIMULA: Oh. *looks down at their hands, feeling their face cook up with heat suddenly.* ... It's nice, isn't it?
SIMULA: *squeezes his hand back.* II'm not used to...
SIMULA: Some-thing like this. Some-thing...
SIMULA: Sim-ple.
VENRAS: 83tt3r than 3ndl3ss frustrat1on. *leans to sip and circles his thumb along the inside of their palm.* Wh1ch has 833n th3 major1ty of my 3xp3r13nc3 w1th pursu1ts of a c3rta1n natur3.
SIMULA: II understand.
SIMULA: Though, II don't make a hab-it of it. It isn't of-ten II like a per-son e-nough to e-ven try.
SIMULA: But my past experiences have been... Tumultuous, to say the least.
VENRAS: What's th3 s1tuat1on? *asks* 1f 1t's a s1tuat1on st1ll.
SIMULA: ... It's not. It's ver-y much be-hind me.
SIMULA: II was caught in a ridiculous love triangle type situation for some time. *shrugs about it...*
VENRAS: Hm. *sips thoughtfully.* That sounds 3qual parts frustrat1ng 1n and of 1ts3lf.
SIMULA: Yes.
SIMULA: II've mentioned Emilet. We had a thing... Then II went a-way to school for a time, and when II came back he was dat-ing a friend of my family's, Finn.
SIMULA: II was... petty a-bout it. So, II can on-ly real-ly blame my-self for a-ny of the frustration. Still... Finn was jealous of the relationship II had with Emilet, and he got...
SIMULA: Uncharacteristically violent.
SIMULA: *shrugs* II sup-pose that stuck with me more than anything else. But that's long since passed now.
VENRAS: Hmmmmm. *more thoughtful hums* 1t sounds l1k3 a lot of n33dl3ss d1ck1ng. 8ut st1ll.
VENRAS: 1t sucks that 1t happ3n3d.
VENRAS: How d33p was your th1ng w1th 3m1l3t?
SIMULA: *frowns a little.* ... We were close.
SIMULA: We started dat-ing. But it didn't work out, obviously. In part be-cause he was still kind of close to Finn too.
SIMULA: But he was al-so too bus-y hav-ing his own life. II didn't think the dis-tance would both-er me, un-til it was.
VENRAS: *stroking their knuckles* What a t1m3.
VENRAS: Do you st1ll talk?
SIMULA: Yes. We're still friends... Probably bet-ter friends now that we got the whole dat-ing thing out of our sys-tem. *scoffs.*
VENRAS: *grins a little bit* Can't say 1t's someth1ng worth compla1n1ng a8out.
VENRAS: 1 p3rsonally don't hav3 any k1nd of h1story l1k3 that. 3xc3pt, adm1tt3dly. 1 d1d go on on3 quas1-dat3 w1th 8acc1a. Wh1ch, 8y th3 natur3 of 1t b31ng "quas1" do3sn't qual1fy as a dat3 at all.
VENRAS: H3 kn3w my 1nt3nt1ons at l3ast. That was a long t1m3 ago.
VENRAS: 1 was r3j3ct3d. O8v1ously.
SIMULA: Hm... His loss.
SIMULA: Flash for-ward to my gain.
SIMULA: II don't think II need to tell you that Baccia perpetually has a stick up his ass. That's too much work.
VENRAS: *seems amused as he traces circles over Simula's knuckles* 1 th1nk just th3 thought that th3r3 may 83 som3on3 who th1nks h3's worth "the work" 1s pro8a8ly what garuant33d that my 1nt3r3st n3v3r w3nt anywh3r3.
VENRAS: And n3v3r d1d th3 whol3 t1m3 h3 humor3d my company.
VENRAS: 1 say. As h3 humors m3 to th1s day.
VENRAS: Don't g3t m3 wrong. H3's f1n3 1n a myr1ad of ways. 8ut also.
VENRAS: At th1s po1nt, h3 d3s3rv3s th3 sp1t3.
VENRAS: Th3 tr1ck 1s not l3tt1ng h1m know.
SIMULA: *snort* Personally, II think a per-son should eith-er dis-like some-one, or like them, and not waste their time pretending to be good natured if they aren't actually.
SIMULA: That's why II make sure everyone knows II don't like them. *sips*
VENRAS: 1t must 83 annoy1ng wh3n you f1gur3 out you l1k3 som3on3. *chinhands at them* Works aga1nst your ag3nda.
SIMULA: It sucks, and II re-sent you for it. E-heh-heh.
VENRAS: Oh w3ll. Th3 m1s3ry 1s only sk1n d33p. *small wink* That's th3 plan anyway.
VENRAS: Corr3ct m3 1f 1 go astray.
SIMULA: *smiles softly* II will be sure to.
SIMULA: You've been much more than a lit-tle tolerable, though. II think we're on the right track. *they're feeling very affectionate... and scoots their chair closer to him to lean on him.*
VENRAS: God 8l3ss th1s l1ttl3 sl1c3 of l3mon m3r1ngu3 p13. *They don't need to lean on him so much as cuddle him as Venras brings an arm to squeeeze them closer to him.* Just a l1l sour but sw33t and soft and h3lls of fuck1ng p3rf3ct.
VENRAS: 1 lov3 1t.
SIMULA: *yes... good... they snuggle up close to him with a hand on his chest, quiet and content and basking in the sweet compliments.*
SIMULA: ... II real-ly like you.
VENRAS: 1t's pro8a8ly a lot of th1ngs. *finds his smile evolving into a grin.* 8ut th3r3's a good chanc3 1t has som3th1ng to do w1th hav1ng an 3y3 for ha1r cl1ps.
VENRAS: Also.
VENRAS: 1'm h1ghly t3mpt3d to d1tch th3 p1zza m33t-up.
SIMULA: *looks up at him.* Wow. It's like you were read-ing my mind.
SIMULA: That's exactly what II was go-ing to say.
VENRAS: *sending out a text about postponing the din plans* My hand sl1pp3d.
SIMULA: Oops. *clings to his side.* What are we go-ing to do with all this free time?
VENRAS: W3 can hang out at my plac3 aga1n. *finishes off his smoothie* Mor3 p1zza for us lat3r on ton1ght.
VENRAS: Unl3ss you don't f1nd that agr33a8l3 for what3v3r r3ason.
SIMULA: Hmm. II can't think of an-y rea-son to op-pose.
SIMULA: Let's do that. *they will take their smoothie with them. they're ready to skedaddle.*
VENRAS: *disposes of his own and follows them* Conc3pt. Fr1day n1ght, w3 go for dr1nks.
SIMULA: Sounds like a plan. *they aren't usually one for going out much, but it's more tolerable when you actually enjoy your company. clasping his hand again, they make their way back to venras' place.*
VENRAS: *Don't mind if they avoid any public or private transportation of any kind. Venras is the guy to fly everywhere. They'll be arriving to his loft in no time at all.* B)
SIMULA: *hell yes though. here they are and sim is looking thoughtful again.* Do you ev-er won-der what it's like to not be able to fly everywhere? II can't ev-en imagine now aw-ful it must be to be so unfortunate.
SIMULA: However, that doesn't stop me from laughing a-bout it.
VENRAS: *Yeah, just lands right on the balcony. Unlocking the door with a swipe of his hand.* 3xcus3? My custod1ans ar3 ground p3ddl1ng p3d3str1ans, you fuck. 83 s3ns1t1v3.
VENRAS: 8ut, 3h3h3h3. Tru3.
SIMULA: *smiles and drifts over to the living area. don't mind them if they just make themself at home, draping on a couch.* Now come fly o-ver here.
VENRAS: H3r3 com3s m3. *But not before he kicks off his shoes and sets a speaker to play some ambient mix list. It's great not having to use your hands for anything.*
VENRAS: *Gently drops his weight on Simula at the couch. Using them as half a back pillow.* Ah y3s. Cozy.
SIMULA: *huffs and then laughs, squirming behind him.* II disagree.
SIMULA: *shifts to sit on his lap instead.* This is much cozier.
VENRAS: *Regards them fondly, reclining back against the squishy couch. Face splits into another grin.* You do look comforta8l3... who am 1 to prot3st?
VENRAS: W3 just s3ttl3d down... so 1 hav3 to ask. What's on your m1nd?
SIMULA: *pauses, a blush creeping across their face.* You.
SIMULA: *turns to stradle his lap instead and rests their hands on his shoulders, locking their gaze with his.*
VENRAS: *It's certainly a change in tone, and one Venras was waiting for. The grin on his face turns into something much more smug, shifting his hips under Simula in response to their straddling. None too shy either. Where their hands rest on their shoulders, his own trace along their knees.* A forward proclamat1on.
VENRAS: May83 1t's t1m3 to 8r3ak out th3 3DMs.
SIMULA: II'll on-ly ac-cept "Everytime We Touch" by Cascada as back-ground mus-ic for this intimate mo-ment. *slides their palms up to his neck, nails dragging gently at sensitive skin before they cup his jaw, like they're about to angle him into a kiss.*
VENRAS: N1ghtcor3 1t 1s. *the prickle of nails on his neck does nothing but pique his interest further, starting up a chirr of approval in his chest. Drags his fingertips up the side of Sim's thighs and back down again.* 8ut f1rst.
VENRAS: 1s th3 couch your locat1on of pr3f3r3nc3?
SIMULA: Hmm. II'd like some-place with more room to move a-round... II think we're go-ing to need it.
VENRAS: Good call. *promptly rolls and scoops Simula with one arm. With these muscles, they're so LIGHT.* Hup.
VENRAS: ...Gd1.
VENRAS: You'r3 r3ally fuck1ng cut3, you know that? *Hauls them the whole way to his luxurious respriteblock.*
SIMULA: *there they go. and still holding his face, they take this opportunity to plant kisses on his cheek and lips.*
SIMULA: II do know that.
VENRAS: *Ghhhh shit, he's melting. Shot down by the first kiss. Venras wavers by the door of his block, plucking the soft smooches for himself.* 1 was want1ng to.... work up towards th3 good stuff.
VENRAS: *grasps at their back as he sets Simula back onto their feet. But he doesn't pry away. If anything, it's more reason for Venras to lean in search of more contact to steal. Their lips, breath, hips under his hands. Damn. Theyre not even halfway towards the bed yet.*
SIMULA: Oh? Then II hope the good stuff is preceded by more good stuff. *snickers their dorky laugh, greedily capturing his lips in more kisses, only now realizing just how starved they were for this kind of affection. and it feels so different with him -- like most things they do together, it's effortless. no real need to show off, or make themself seem more desirable by being aloof. they just want to be with him, and the idea of seeing where this goes is more excitement than they're used to.*
VENRAS: *They should have known better. Venras has nothing but the feel of his hands sliding up Simula's sides on his mind. Wonderfully soft in all the ways he was hungry to explore. Venras rumbles with pleasure, grinning into the kisses as he ushers the both of them the rest of the way towards the bed.*
VENRAS: That calls to t3st your 3nthus1asm. *He doesn't quite tilt them into the covers when they get there, but allows Simula the chance to crawl in themselves. If they could escape Venras and his handsiness anyway. Kisses press to the back of their neck, the lovely peek of their nape. His hands start to push under their shirt, the heat cranking at a steadfast pace.* Shall w3 h3lp th1s along?
SIMULA: Yes. *says with a husk in their voice.*
SIMULA: *they find it just as difficult to pry away as it must be for him to let go of them, arching their back along his shape, breath hitching as he kisses along their neck and his hands explore. they encourage this, curling their fingers into the fabric and pulling their shirt up over their head. they haven't felt much like binding lately, so this just means less material to wrestle out of. but rather
SIMULA: than granting venras the opportunity to feel them up, they squirm away to crawl into bed, turning onto their back to give him something to look at instead.*
VENRAS: Don't m1nd 1f 1 take my t1m3 th3n. *The feel and sight of Simula shedding their top certainly goes straight to his bulge(s). It's just enough for Venras to feel emboldened, resolving to drag out the temptation of stooping down to ravish the bare skin like he wants to. Instead, Venras goes through the pains of shrugging off his own shirt. Puts on a show just for the sake of it, half kneeling when he draws his hair back and out of his smirking face.*
VENRAS: Oh y3ah. Can't forg3t th3 curta1ns. *He's so SMUG. Drawing this and the curtain with Purpose.*
