trade my soul for a wish

[from_scratch]

This is a successor to "call me maybe", which is getting crowded.

Cam is dipping a grilled cheese sandwich into a bowl of tomato soup when he feels the summons. He goes ahead and grabs it. Doesn't even drop the sandwich.


with Mark (kappa)

with Adanya (Aestrix)

with Sable (kappa)

with Ari (andaisq)

with Metella (kappa)

with Miles (kappa)

with Isabella (Eva)

with Steel (Rockeye)

with Daphne (Maggie)

with Edie (Maggie)

Comments

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Nice to meet you too. Daphne described what you're up to, and I have to say, good going."

[from_scratch]

"Thanks! I have just explained to many very exciting government scientists many many things and while I am not technically tired I do want a brief change of pace before I go do it all over again in Chinese."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Ah hah. Well, her research is neither short-term urgent nor otherwise uninterruptible."

[from_scratch]

"Cool. Which way to the library?"

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Over there. It's the grey building right beyond that ash tree," she says, pointing.

[from_scratch]

"Thanks!" He goes thataway.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

And Daphne is on the second floor, poring over a thick book.
"Oh, hello," she says. "How'd your futuretech discussions go?"

[from_scratch]

"Very well. Scientists hopped up on long-term-unsustainable combinations of stimulants are devouring appetizer platters and reading future medical texts as we speak. How are you doing?"

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Giggle.
"I'm doing fine. I have an important paper due in a few weeks but I know what I want to write about, I've got a preliminary outline sketched out, and my research is panning out nicely."

[from_scratch]

"So I can interrupt you before I go do the same thing in another language?"

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Absolutely."

[from_scratch]

Cam sits next to her and puts a wing around her. Unless she looks really surprised or something: kiss?

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Kiss!

[from_scratch]

Hooray!

They will have to exit this library at some point probably.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Probably! But let no one ever tell you kissing isn't pleasurable in its own right.

[from_scratch]

Yup. Cam is not in an overwhelming hurry; he assumes there is some tradeoff to be made between the Americans finding any hurdles to be found in getting his bequeathal out into the world so he can refine his pitch and getting the other hemisphere their shot at the information. He's going to assume this tradeoff is such that he can spend however long he likes taking a breather. Or a not-so-much-breathing-er, as the case may be.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Mm.
Of course, at some point Daphne is going to leave off kissing his lips to trail kisses down his jaw and to his neck.

[from_scratch]

Ooooooooh.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

She will, of course, be paying attention to which spots get the best responses. She aims to please.

[from_scratch]

Cam is not trying to be reserved about which spots those are at all. Although if he gets a little too unreserved about it he may have to suggest that they retire to her place.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

She is entirely amenable to this suggestion!

[from_scratch]

Off they go! Wing on back, like a cape.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Mm, lovely.
Outside of the relative privacy of the stacks she will refrain from putting her mouth back on him until they've reached her room.
But she absolutely remembers that one spot on his neck once they've gotten there.

[from_scratch]

Oh good. That is, assuming she wanted a whimpery demon draped over her.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

She certainly doesn't object.
How convenient that he's already not wearing a shirt. Makes it so much easier to start kissing a little lower.