megumi: no, my darling, I like him better in one piece. megumi: I think he's afraid you might eat him, though. megumi: if only he knew that's possible with me, too... knowing this place. megumi: but if he ever wanted to turn into fertilizer himself, I'm sure you'd be the best person to do it, aye? ♥
[This is how she'll find him when she comes home: he's lying on her kitchen floor (very clean. 5 points Megumi,) staring at the ceiling, with a set of shitty plastic spatulas clutched to his chest. He is still beet red.]
[He solves this by climbing to his feet (after a good minute of smearing his scent on her and very possibly huffing her waist) and then wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Sort of like a murderous limpet.]
You can work like this, yes? [A pause.] I can help you too...
[He's going to straighten up - sway around her, before starting to try and back her up against the nearest counter, stealing kisses the entire time. The secret is to distract her enough so she can forget about this stupid cat and also so he can get kisses and all right maybe he likes making out with her and--]
[ They have- some time at least. Her own kisses grow more heated and fingers move to his hair and she tugs his hips against hers as she backs up against the counter because of course she's addicted to his needy kisses. ]
You're insatiable. Am I the appetizer now?
[ Her breaths are growing more shallow, but also. Food, focus on food!! ]
[He murmurs against her mouth, and he's going to try and haul her up on the counter; he's already forgotten about the stew. But then again, he has the object permanence of a peanut, and why would he even think about dinner when he has already has dessert?]
[Normally he'd take and take and take what he wants, but it's a testament to how much Megumi has domesticated him that he has at least one (1) brain cell internalizing that mmmmmaybe she has other priorities.
Hm. Instead of flipping her skirts up, he presses kisses at her cheek, down her jaw, inhaling her scent and her hair.]
Language. [Murmured, one hand sneaking between them to get a grope at a breast, before he opens his mouth to bite down at her neck, because he want to mark her and for it to bruise so no stupid cat will get any ideas--]
[ The grope gets a little squeaked giggle out of her, and before she can protest she said nothing wrong, her breath catches at the bite- and it's testament to how much she trusts him enough now to allow it.
It's a big deal to bare your neck to someone and not expect them to tear it out, after all (hot.)
But she whimpers, cheeks going red and a hand to the back of his head under his ponytail, before she turns her head to her side to kiss his temple and try and avoid his horn. ]
[Rumbled against her skin, as he laps at the bite not-at-all-apologetically. He stays there for a bit, actually, face tucked into the crook of her neck, arms around her waist, the two of them pressed together.]
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Re: day 71
Re: day 71
megumi: I think he's afraid you might eat him, though.
megumi: if only he knew that's possible with me, too... knowing this place.
megumi: but if he ever wanted to turn into fertilizer himself, I'm sure you'd be the best person to do it, aye? ♥
Re: day 71
Imbibitor Lunae: have yuo tasted him
Imbibitor Lunae: Is he good
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megumi: I have not
megumi: why, do you want to? You should ask his permission first.
Re: day 71
Re: day 71
[ :) ]
1/5
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HUH????????????]
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Re: day 71
Before
Before??????????]
done...
[This is how she'll find him when she comes home: he's lying on her kitchen floor (very clean. 5 points Megumi,) staring at the ceiling, with a set of shitty plastic spatulas clutched to his chest. He is still beet red.]
Craughing he's so silly
megumi: :) :) :)
megumi: takes one to know one, moonlight :)
[ — Even if she just stares at him with her hands on her hips when she follows his scent to the kitchen. ]
Will you ever use the door, Dan Feng? 'Tis there for a reason.
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[He hooks his tail around a spatula and uses it to point at her accusingly.]
How did you know I did not use the door?
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[ Reaches for the spatula. ]
I've sent G'raha to Foodland to get some condiments. Now up with you. I have a perfectly fine couch!
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No. [Mashing his face into her hip!!!] I missed you.
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Never mind she finds him being pathetic really cute and wraps her arms around his shoulder, tail wrapping around an arm. ]
I miss you every time we're apart but you can miss me on the couch, the floor can't possibly be pleasant!
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You can work like this, yes? [A pause.] I can help you too...
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I could, but I couldn't get much done besides you if I have to hold you like this.
[ Leaning her head down to kiss his mouth, once, twice, thrice. ]
But you can help, too- would you like to help with the rice?
[ Not that she's letting go just yet, kiss energy first. ]
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You're insatiable. Am I the appetizer now?
[ Her breaths are growing more shallow, but also. Food, focus on food!! ]
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[He murmurs against her mouth, and he's going to try and haul her up on the counter; he's already forgotten about the stew. But then again, he has the object permanence of a peanut, and why would he even think about dinner when he has already has dessert?]
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Bloody Hells- if you keep teasing, we'll never get to starting the stew-
[ Tail wrapping around his shoulder now, tugging his face up to kiss his bottom lip and release it- ]
If mine stomach makes a sound during this, you don't get to continue, love! I'm hungry.
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Hm. Instead of flipping her skirts up, he presses kisses at her cheek, down her jaw, inhaling her scent and her hair.]
Language. [Murmured, one hand sneaking between them to get a grope at a breast, before he opens his mouth to bite down at her neck, because he want to mark her and for it to bruise so no stupid cat will get any ideas--]
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It's a big deal to bare your neck to someone and not expect them to tear it out, after all (hot.)
But she whimpers, cheeks going red and a hand to the back of his head under his ponytail, before she turns her head to her side to kiss his temple and try and avoid his horn. ]
Is mine Moonlight feeling possessive?
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[Rumbled against her skin, as he laps at the bite not-at-all-apologetically. He stays there for a bit, actually, face tucked into the crook of her neck, arms around her waist, the two of them pressed together.]
If you leave me I'll kill you.
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Haven't gone anywhere all this time, have I?
[ Nipping his ear tip. ]
Even if I liked anyone else, I'd still love you the most, you know.