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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

That scares me, more than anything. It reminds me of the MN poisoning.

[bywolves]

It scares me, too. It feels like second nature, sometimes. [ He lets out a long sigh. ] I never did wish the nanomachines out of me.

[devoutish]

No, neither did I. But I don't feel them in me any longer.

[bywolves]

I don't either. I think they're just dormant.

[devoutish]

They might've been flushed out, as well. Do you know if there's a chance of that, with nanomachines?

[bywolves]

I don't know. We could ask John when he's done being an idiot.

[devoutish]

[Alfie snorts.]

You can ask John, if you like.

[bywolves]

Are you not speaking to him?

[devoutish]

I'm speaking with him less, yes.

[bywolves]

Is there a reason?

[devoutish]

John Watson doesn't want friends. He wants projects.

[bywolves]

[ Royce carefully wraps his arms around Alfie again, hugging him. ]

I don't think you're wrong. Is he trying to treat you like one?

[devoutish]

Sure, yeah, all the time.

[Alfie says matter-of-factly.]

This time, though, it was the other way round - he wasn't much interested in treating me like a friend.

[bywolves]

What did he do? [ :c ]

[devoutish]

What he always does: made it very clear that he has no interest in having a conversation with any depth or importance to it.

[furgood]

[Oh Meulin practically purrs at that response. Her arms are thrown above her head, curled around a cushion, while her the rest of her is concentrated on grinding her hips against him and then squeezing as he pulls out. It takes plenty of concentration, which is a problem because it feels so nice that it keeps throwing off her rhythm. ]

[devoutish]

[And that, of course, elicits more noise from Alfie. If there were anyone else on the island, the moans echoing in the air would be a surefire hint that they were hidden away in the cabin, having vigorous sex and thoroughly enjoying themselves while doing it. They are, Alfie reflects, going to have to come out here more often. On his next thrust in, he kisses her again, mouth open against hers.]

[furgood]

[There are always benefits to having a relatively deserted island at ones fingertips. She just never thought one would be having loud sex.

Muffling her moans is only a pleasant bonus to the kiss. She arches up into it, tongue sweeping over his lip. There's so much to pay attention to, to feel, and she whines, overwhelmed ]

[devoutish]

[He picks up his pace a little, thrusting more vigorously as he kisses back.]

[furgood]

[Her concentration is shot, she's literally and metaphorically just holding on for the ride. Her ankles link behind his back, pulling and encouraging his thrusts.

She breaks away from the kiss to catch a breath, a smile on her lips until the next thrust gets a moan ]

[devoutish]

[His moan echoes hers, though he's moaning regularly now, not bothering to try to hide his pleasure. With one last vigorous thrust and a pleasured grunt, he stops moving, trying to roll them again. Her turn now.]

[furgood]

[She makes the most pitiful sound until she realizes what he's attempting to do. She rolls with him, nearly falling off the poor couch that wasnt made for such things, but settling astride him.

She lifts slowly, teasing, before pushing back down and setting a vigorous pace. Thank goodness she's active]

B...Better?

[devoutish]

[He's still a little distracted by the feel of the roll and the new position, both of which had changed the pressure on his dick in all sorts of interesting ways. In answer, he tugs her down to him, kissing up her upper chest and neck before finding her lips again.]

[furgood]

[She'll take that as a probably. Her hips rock, trying to find that perfect angle and her hands grip the couch arm to steady her movements. Kissing back is harder but more heated and desperate ]

[devoutish]

You're beautiful.

[He breathes against her skin.]