[NCC-1701 DEN OF SIN] -- [Special Rules, Open All, OOC Character Moment!]

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Rules: - simple and easy.

1) Unless you obviously already have an agreement or something going with another character, please ask before you post under their thread wanting to have sexy times. THIS INCLUDES PEOPLE FROM OUTSIDE THE RP AS WELL! If you aren't part of our group but want to have some fun sexy times with a character... well, shoot them a PM! Within the group, please do the same as a courtesy.
2) Don't be discouraged, upset, or anything similar if someone doesn't want to sex up with your character. Just reply to their PM with a 'no thanks' if you really don't want to for whatever reason. They could be too overwhelmed with other threads, or wanting to concentrate on one, or just don't have time to take more than one thread. Don't take it personally, please.
3) Post down below with your name AND your location in the subject of the thread if you want to be somewhere specific (like Jim will be specifically on the bridge) and change it for anyone who comes by. That way, its the absolute easiest way to find someone, track someone, gloss over someone, whatever.
4) If you're going to be doing something that COULD squick someone, please mark it with a warning in the subject of the comment. Just a courtesy thing!
5) Talk to someone before sliding into a multi-person scene. Don't just interrupt without making sure you're wanted.

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Re: Oh Hell No.

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"Everyone is busy...what is it in standard? Fucking," Nero answered and rolled his shoulders. It was strange in Naele, but got the job done. He held on to the coat as Ayel murmured thanks, resisted and made him exert a bit of effort to take it.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

He was pretty sure N'alae would have hit him for noticing the way she looked when she did that.

His hand caught in the coat, pulled when Nero backed up.

Ayel blinked. Why would--?

...Oh. Maybe?

"Are they." Not really a question, just an excuse to lean, to curve his--her--long throat. He spread Sharra's hands over the fabric, fingers smoothing at creases.

"Trousers won't match," Ayel said softly, matter of fact. "We should trade."

Re: Oh Hell No.

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"Might be too short," Nero warned and took a moment to eye the female hips Ayel was wearing, the legs attached to them. The hevam light did no one favors, but those legs didn't need them.

"Won't know until you've tried them on, I suppose," he concluded and tolted his head, spilling an odd length of hair over Naele's shoulder. He let go of the coat, passed it into Ayel's hands completely, and undid his pants. It was for show, they were already too low slung around her hips.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

"True." Ayel slung the coat over one shoulder, in no rush to put it on, and nodded to keep lips from quirking upward.

Borrowed hair shone like ink where it brushed Nero's new shoulders, the sleek line of her neck. Had she always had a waist like that? It could have been because Nero was wearing it, had hooked tapered fingers in a gapping waistband and...

Ayel moved to do the same. Didn't want to get caught staring at the flared curve and barbed shadows of a bare hip. Even though he definitely was.

Re: Oh Hell No.

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His pants shifted off, fell away from legs that were too strangely curved for his taste. He'd never seen them on Naele, not like this. He didn't think on it, ignored them in the white light as he stepped out of his pants and slung them up over his shoulder. Ayel was almost changed out, tall lines and long legs.

Nero tilted his head and watched with absolute attention.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

There was a bizarre quality to it, a sense of too strange that prickled his skin, but it could have been the chill, the way the white resisted dark leather as it slipped to the floor, as he stretched to gather it.

And looked up. She had ankles. Nero did. Ankles, calves--it's not fair to look, even if you want to--his eyes slid away and found the sloped line of shoulders. The shapes were different, but the same, compact and graceful.

Ayel knew his own body was mostly straight up and down. He'd never chanced a look at Sharra--nobody did, not to her face--but everyone said they looked alike. Straight and long.

Uninteresting, he thought, beside strong sleek curves like those. Except Nero hadn't blinked the entire time.

Oh.

He slipped the coat from his shoulder, hung it with the trousers across his arm and held them out, one hand cocked on his hip. Leaning on the wall--cold, but it drove lines into angles, made something of them.

"Fits us both," he murmured. "If we do it right."

Re: Oh Hell No.

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"Hm," Nero considered quietly and followed the sharp clean lines of Sharra's arm, her torso, as Ayel moved them. They were no different then clothes, only living.

"Might," Nero answered and stepped forward. He was much shorter now, it was strange. "How tight can we fit?" Ayel was the mathematically inclined one.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

It was like--it was really the same as borrowing her work-shirts; Sharra had been taller than him, at least back when they could still trade.

It wasn't like the time she'd caught him in her stockings. Not even the least edge of forbidden in it. Or not enough to hurt. Not enough to shame. Just enough to be interesting.

"Difficult," he answered, spine straight even as his skin prickled with the chill and the approach, the regard being lavished on him, an interest he fully returned "difficult to calculate."

Ayel tilted his head and padded closer. The coat would work, if he draped it over Nero's shoulders, if they used it to curl together. The other garments were better than floor. It could be a cozy nest, with a little effort.

"It requires more data."

He was not purring as he watched his captain.

Re: Oh Hell No.

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"Data?" The word rolled off Naele's tongue easily with that slim note of knowing that her voice clung to. He stopped inches away, and just stared up at Ayel, at the rise of his neck and the spread of Sharra's shoulders and ribs.

They were not dissimilar, and the way they held their weight, their pride, stirred Nero's attention. He followed the rise and fall of light and his eyes landed on Ayel's jaw.

"Is that all?" He murmured half a breath from skin he'd never actually seen.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

That arch tone, piercing dark eyes that tracked him unblinking and missed nothing--the same. Breath and words made patterns on his skin, drew in hot between the lines. Drew a flush of green to the surface; telling, telling even when he stood absolutely still.

"No." His voice was remarkably steady. Nothing like his pulse. He leaned; their foreheads were nearly touching. "Other constants are in flux that--"

He really did talk too much. And if he'd heard it once, he'd heard it far too often: geometry functioned best as an applied science.

He brushed a drift of hair from beside Nero's face, instead, fingers tracing the shell of an ear behind it, tucking silk to rest.

Re: Oh Hell No.

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The feel of Ayel's fingers was different. They weren't harder, weren't as calloused as Sharra's should have been. It dragged a thread of air down his shoulder, down his back.

Green danced across Ayel's cheeks, down the span of his neck. His lips moved, chased the beat of it across tendon, and pressed hard against the rise of the collarbone before him. All corners and heat, nothing but beauty in it.

Re: Oh Hell No.

[loyalty-ever.livejournal.com]

The kiss was soft--changed, new, in some way that eclipsed definition, slid blessedly past his ability to reason or figure and hummed in his blood. Couldn't keep it all in, matched it with warm sound and leaned into it.

They weren't standing on titles or names or this place or even their clothes. None of that mattered.

There just was no doing anything about the height difference, standing up, but it put ears in easy reach, let him kiss, pressing with teeth gentled behind new lips.