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)

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[maggie_of_the_owls]

And then she takes a brief pause from the kissing to rear up and strip her shirt off.

[from_scratch]

For which Cam is very appreciative!

[maggie_of_the_owls]

She thought he might be.
She also predicts that he will appreciate this.

[from_scratch]

She's damn near prophetic.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

She's also very good at this. She can go on doing things he will appreciate for a good long time.

[from_scratch]

Once he has the idea that he is encouraged to mostly-just-appreciate he can get wholly behind this plan. ...Under this plan.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Lovely. Lovely, lovely, lovely.
Eventually one or both of them is going to run out of stamina, but enthusiasm will carry you a long way.

[from_scratch]

Cam is not going to run out of stamina first. He is a daeva. He can only get so tired and it's not that tired.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Ooh.
Daphne can go a good long while without running out of energy too--probably longer than he expects--but eventually she's going to fall down beside him in a panting heap.

[from_scratch]

And then there can be a decorous period of wingful snuggles.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Snuggles. Snuggles with extra limbs. Fantastic.
"That," she says, still panting a little, "was amazing."

[from_scratch]

"Mmmmm-hm."

(He isn't tired, but that doesn't mean he is especially talkative right this second.)

[maggie_of_the_owls]

(She may be giggling a little. Endorphins are an amazing thing.)
They can probably just lie here until one or both of their stomachs start complaining.

[from_scratch]

Cam also doesn't get more than a little hungry, but after about twenty minutes of just lying there he nuzzles her and says, "Okay, time to go figure out how to talk to Chinese doctors," and starts disentangling.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Alright," she says, stretching. "Do you want to use the shower before you go? My soaps are all a little fragrant, but you can always make your own if you don't like them."

[from_scratch]

"That's a good idea, thanks." He smooths her hair and gets up. Is the shower in an obvious place?

[maggie_of_the_owls]

There's a door right there that's open enough for him to see that it leads to a bathroom, and if he pokes it a little wider he can see that there's a shower.

[from_scratch]

All right, nifty. In he goes. He takes a quick shower, makes his own soap but just enough for the once, and surrounds himself with hot dry air when he's done, meaning he is damp but not dripping when he steps out to retrieve his pants.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

His pants are over there on the bookshelf. Daphne gives him an unashamedly appreciative once-over when he exits the bathroom.

[from_scratch]

He poses.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

She grins. "Put on your pants before the Chinese have to wait some more."

[from_scratch]

He laughs. He puts his pants on. He is dry enough that he stops actively adding air to the situation. He makes sure she is sufficiently obscure from the point of view of the door that he can let himself out, and he goes.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Mm.
Daphne will lounge a little while longer before her stomach will remind her that she needs to shower and dress and get some food.