Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#9000 Wed, Jul 30, 3:13PM PST
((Neets- *shrug* I didn't, either... so here's what I ended up with... *Hug* *Grin*)) *Y'know, for someone who hasn't spent a lot of time in one bed, in one room, in one shelter, in one city, on one planet, who is -used- to waking up in odd positions, he just can't figure out why the last few mornings have been hard to take in stride... Okay, so it's probably after -noon-, but that doesn't bother Beej in the least... One eye, then the other creeps open, falling (ker-plunk!) shut again, fuzzy mind beginning to take inventory of the last few talk-all-night-sleep-all-day sessions... Though last night...evening...whatever, there wasn't whole lot of talking going on towards the end.... His eyes fly open, the angle of his body and the weight of the warm body curled half-atop him, half-beside him bringing all of last night back... Those bleary gray eyes refuse to give in to adrenaline's kick and shut once more, his brain churning out another in a long line of silent, pointless self-damning litanies(sp?), a soft sigh escaping him...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#9055 Wed, Jul 30, 3:15PM PST
~~This time he knew where he was, even though his head hurt and his eyes wouldn't seem to open the right way. His nose was clogged too. Maybe crying all night hadn't been such a good idea after all... But it had gotten him this far. He didn't feel anything but...warm, lying there, wrapped in a secure embrace. Reveling in the sensation of being held without fearing anything from it, he moved just a little, curling his body closer, not saying anything, for fear of breaking this fragile peace.~~

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9206 Wed, Jul 30, 3:23PM PST
~~Silent he remains, wondering how he can possibly just lie there, when yesterday something akin to this same position fostered nothing but panic... Yet another thing in his life that makes no sense.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9216 Wed, Jul 30, 3:24PM PST
*Was that...? Yes, he -had- moved...and closer, too. This discovery shocks most of his cursing at himself into silence, surprise raising his brows... Ever the slugabed, he simply shores up his embrace, enjoying the solemnent(sp?) mood as it fits his idea of the ideal morning perfectly, figuring that words couldn't help, anyways...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9286 Wed, Jul 30, 3:27PM PST
~~A soft breath of air leaves him as the arms around him tighten, and he moves his head, neck stiff from a night of lying so close. Emerald hair brushes against the trader's throat as his thin fingers reach down, following the length of an arm to entwine with Beej's.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9361 Wed, Jul 30, 3:31PM PST
*The g#9361 Wed, Jul 30, 3:31PM PST
*The only constant in his life, to this point, has been music... The tune from the last week and a half or so bubbles up in his mind, the words washing along neurons and sparking across synapse junctions.... The tune itself remains un-hummed, his lips quirking at one corner as he contemplates the first line of the song, noting it can't apply, exactly....*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9467 Wed, Jul 30, 3:35PM PST
~~Finally daring to, he makes a sound, nothing harsh at all, just a quiet burble of content air that slips past his torn lips without thought.~~ ((ALRIGHT! *grin* What song is it?))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9528 Wed, Jul 30, 3:38PM PST
*He laces his fingers through the younger man's, recalling the first time Neets did that, the kiss in the hallway.... His grip increases minutely, the other corner of his mouth lifting... he settles closer, if that's possible, another little sigh...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9579 Wed, Jul 30, 3:40PM PST
~~Lying there, he wonders for a second or two if he'll be able to keep this with him...to always feel this safe around the nomad...or if it will fade like the wine and the pain. The thought sends a frown flitting across his face, though his eyes are still closed, and his thumb absently strokes the back of the hand tangled with his.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9656 Wed, Jul 30, 3:44PM PST
*The soft murmur from the boy's lips seems to trip some switch, the tune purling up in a soft tenor... A lilting tempo, sounding incomplete, almost too bouncy for the present attitude of 'boneless-is-gooood'...it eventually tapers off.* ((*Grin* It's 'We've Got a World That Swings' by TMBG...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9741 Wed, Jul 30, 3:49PM PST
~~The frown fades away as he listens to the soft humming, not caring if the tune fits the moment or not...with his ear pressed against Beej's chest, he hears it quite well, all the rumblings notes and softer like a lullabye to him.~~ ((*laughs* *Goes to look up lyrics...*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9749 Wed, Jul 30, 3:49PM PST
*Neetles' frown goes unseen as his own eyes are still closed against the invasion of light from the window, a faint poke from that annoying little voice that panics at the drop of a sunny yellow head-covering asking what happens when he finally wakes up... he kicks it away, concentrating on the warm hand around his and the brush of thumb over knuckles...*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9797 Wed, Jul 30, 3:51PM PST
((The lyrics aren't on the site, I already checked... And if they've added them, tell me? *Grin*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9861 Wed, Jul 30, 3:55PM PST
~~His face is turned away from the window, and his hand continues it absent stroking, lightly over the knuckles, wanting to stay this way for...as long as they can manage it at any rate. As the humming trails off, he moves again, just a tiny brush of lips over collarbone...~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9885 Wed, Jul 30, 3:56PM PST
*Grass-tinted locks tickling his neck, he moves his head just a tad, to press his cheek against the hair... He shifts his legs a small bit, curling a little more...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9973 Wed, Jul 30, 4:02PM PST
~~Finding this ball of them much to his liking, he makes the same content sound, louder now...and yes, it IS a purr...if he were a cat, he'd be making bread...~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9982 Wed, Jul 30, 4:02PM PST
*Oh...now that was....One eye opens but sees nothing beyond a blurry jumble of green-faded black-charcoal gray-white, so he shuts it, the light kiss on his collarbone surprising him.... His free hand creeps up to trace the fine bones of the young man's face, slowly, slowly...*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#10076 Wed, Jul 30, 4:08PM PST
Mmh? Mm...*Seeming to answer his own soft (though wordless) question at the purr, daring to slip a foot up to rub...or rest...against Neets' ankle, vaguely intent on entangling them further...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#10102 Wed, Jul 30, 4:10PM PST
~~His eyes are still closed, afraid that if he opens them this will all crumble into some faded drug-dream. Sighing, he tilts his head into the gentle pressure of Beej's hand.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#10183 Wed, Jul 30, 4:15PM PST
*His fingertip trails across the point of Neets' chin, the small roughness of it broadening his smile a smidgen... Then up over lips, gently because of a memory of those teeth working them over... On to the tip, bridge of nose, across forehead to the arch of a tourmaline brow, off towards Jones' and the soft curve of his ear...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#10265 Wed, Jul 30, 4:19PM PST
~~The first overt move has been made...the light touching of his face seems to do nothing but make him tighten his grip on the trader's hand...and the light rubbing of leg against leg? Oddly enough, for him at any rate, it brings about nothing more than a soft acknowledgement...and a curling of his toes that would strike him as funny, if he weren't too wrapped up in the moment.~~ ((*grins bigly* (I say it's a word) We ARE Mistresses of the wordless RP!))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#10343 Wed, Jul 30, 4:24PM PST
Ahh... ~~Softly said, that word of acceptance as fingers trace over the lines and edges of his face. his free hand strays, sliding over the warm chest, down over his ribs, to rest on a curving hip bone.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#10382 Wed, Jul 30, 4:26PM PST
((*Returns the grin, biglyer* *Grins at the fun of making up new words* *Nods* Yep, we are! )) *He does nothing for the moment, foot still, finger trickling down jawline to begin retracing its path, content to let Neets dictate what happens... Some small portion of him is overjoyed that he hasn't bolted, didn't leave... another, definately happy, sigh...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#10475 Wed, Jul 30, 4:32PM PST
~~Wondering how far he can take this, before fear sets in, his hand slides over up, back, tracing ribs and spine, aware all the while of how close they are...aware that for once, for now, he can want this, with everything he is...~~ ((*grin* I love new words...*snickers* S'fun!))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#10504 Wed, Jul 30, 4:34PM PST
*A rumble edges quietly out of his larnyx at the hand moving over him... Adjusting his position ever-so-slightly, rolling onto his side...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#10553 Wed, Jul 30, 4:37PM PST
~~Head dislodged from it's place, he still stubbornly refuses to open his eyes, choosing instead to free his other hand and run it over the face that now lies opposite his.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#10608 Wed, Jul 30, 4:41PM PST
((*Gets laughed at by Reesa* *Feels bad for .00000098ths of a second* *Giggles* I was just tryin' to be helpful... New words are important, we wouldn't want the language to go stale, would we?)) *Brushing back worms of doubt and worry, he tilts his face down to press lips against that blue-plus-yellow hair, risking only that much.... His hand moves carefully along his neck to drag fingers above Neets' shirtcollar, trying hard to keep fingers from inspiring asphyxiating thoughts....*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#10740 Wed, Jul 30, 4:49PM PST
*His newly released hand moves, slowly, stretching the sleep-induced stiffness from it before letting his hand come to rest lightly on the puerile male's hip, far enough back that his fingers curve loosely... He tips his face up to those warm fingers, lips parting minutely, poised to nibble at them should they come close enough...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#10795 Wed, Jul 30, 4:53PM PST
~~He feels the kiss on his hair only faintly, though his hand trails down soon after to touch those lips. The memories of Jor so far from the surface now that they don't even seem to niggle at him, he doesn't react adversely(sp) to the casual tracing of the back of his neck.~~ ((Awwww...I wasn't laughing at you! *pout* *sniggers* We're keeping the language alive, all by ourselves!))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#10813 Wed, Jul 30, 4:54PM PST
Blackwater:((*sigh* That would figure...*snort* Does this mean that I'm demoted to 'Somewhat-Adequate-Writer of the wordless RP'? *giggle*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#10937 Wed, Jul 30, 5:01PM PST
((I know... *Grins cheerily* Mostly I was giving you a tough time... *Nodnod* That we are! *Laughs* Long Love Slob Queen's English! *Doesn't add the picky semantic disclaimer........ but thinks about it...!* *Snicker*)) *Just-moistened lips grope softly at his fingertips, tongue peeking out as well... The hand at the lad's neck tracing the bare ends of lines left by cruel people, featherlight brushes...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#10941 Wed, Jul 30, 5:02PM PST
~~The motion of fingers over the cotton-swathed back slows...eases...and a roving hand slides back over a warm side, across a flat expanse of stomach and back up to chest, then shoulder...~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#11003 Wed, Jul 30, 5:05PM PST
((Neets- *Laughs* Noooo! No demotions around here... It means that I need to write more clearly, that was a rather blurry post... Or you need to learn to read my mind... *Giggle* Scary thought, huh? ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#11065 Wed, Jul 30, 5:09PM PST
~~Calloused fingertips over the edges of his scars do nothing more than cause him to shiver once and press on...closer though, as his warm lips move towards the hollow of a throat, resting there for a moment, breath hot on tan skin.~~ ((*snicker* You and your disclaimers...maybe we should put some on SpeedLight. 'Caution! Multiple Personalities Required! Do NOT try this at home!' *giggle*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#11112 Wed, Jul 30, 5:11PM PST
Blackwater:((*grin* Read your mind? Then we wouldn't have to worry about servers crashing, or jumbled copies of Nutscrap...we could just RP telepathically!))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#11116 Wed, Jul 30, 5:11PM PST
((*Groans and blushes hotly* Oh, geez... That was -SUPPOSED- to be lIve, not -love-.... I mean, I do love it, but... *Shakes head* Gads.)) *Another rumble at the path of the slow hand, sliding his leg just a bit higher, toes gingerly caressing ankle and lower leg, unsure in his fog of which was the damaged one...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#11200 Wed, Jul 30, 5:16PM PST
~~A quiet 'mmmm' of pleasure, wondering idly what they'd be doing if they weren't fully clothed...which brings an extremely nice thought to his mind...and a blush to his skin.~~ ((*cackles* S'alright...we knew what you meant...))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#11254 Wed, Jul 30, 5:19PM PST
((*Giggle* Yeah... or ''CAUTION: Unhealthy mental states, excessive guilt, and a lot of swearing... Not for those with delicate sensibilities...'' *Snigger*)) *He angles his head back, exposing neck to those deliciously frightening teeth, fingers delving beneath the fabric of Neets' shirt...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#11357 Wed, Jul 30, 5:25PM PST
~~Those teeth...with the utmost in care, they nip at the soft skin, careful not to hurt...well, not to damage... He starts a bit as fingertips meet skin, but doesn't move away.~~ ((*sniggergrin* You knoooow...these guys aren't gonna leave us much room to talk this afternoon! *giggle* *snickers at the Happy Horny Lads*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#11544 Wed, Jul 30, 5:37PM PST
((*Sniggers back at Reesa* Looks that way, doesn't it? *Snickers, too, idly wondering when all of the liquid consumed is going to catch up with said lads...*)) *The hand moves from shirtcollar to cup the back of neck, fingers curling in that mane of dark green hair.... The hand at the young man's hip presses into flesh, nearly kneading it, slipping a bit higher with each squeeze.... those fingers pause at the hem of the tired black shirt, a squeak of...delight? pleasure? A happy little sound as those Haephestian teeth prick at his skin...* ((Yeah, yeah, Haephestus was the god of fire... but you must admit it sounds -great-... *Grin*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#11629 Wed, Jul 30, 5:44PM PST
*Knee, and therefore foot, inching higher, rubbing slowly against a smaller gastrocniemius, breath picking up just a bit...all in all, not a bad way to wake up, no, not at all...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#11633 Wed, Jul 30, 5:44PM PST
~~Still careful, teeth and lips move from throat to neck, pausing at the joint where it meets shoulder. Wriggling happily closer, very nearly pressed full-length against the trader, he whispers something, the first words of the morning? afternoon? evening? Does it matter?~~ S'good... ((*giggle* That's okay...let them have their fun...*snort* And I LIKE that word...*laugh*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#11679 Wed, Jul 30, 5:48PM PST
~~He ponders for a second, the second before he decides thinking too much could be a hassle, wondering if he's really awake or if this is a dream...~~ ((*ARGH!* That word isn't even IN my dictionary!))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#11770 Wed, Jul 30, 5:55PM PST
((*Chortles* *Is a verbal prude, sometimes* *Grins and blushes a bit* All right... )) *Lazy eyelids blink open at the words, lead weights (and old habit) shutting them firmly once more... He arches his neck to put another soft kiss on Neets' forehead, that mild growl rolling out again.... fingers in green hair drift down the back of neck, down the slender back, pressing along knobby vertebrae(sp?)....His hand on the point of the boy's hip exploring upwards, under the t-shirt...*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#11832 Wed, Jul 30, 6:00PM PST
*The fact that Neets -said- something finally pierces the pleasent fog...he ponders a reply for some time before responding with an oh-so-clever* Good..... ((Haephestus was a Greek or Roman god, responsible for fire and some of the arts.... I'm not sure why I chose it... *Weak grin, shrug*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#11922 Wed, Jul 30, 6:05PM PST
~~Deciding once and for all that he doesn't care if this is a dream, his touches become suddenly less hesitant, quite a few years of experience affording him some skill at least. Lips trail a lazy path up Beej's neck, across jawbone, finding his lips again and staying there, his own hands making short work of the tucked-in hem of the white t-shirt.~~ ((*laugh* I think they'll probably be able to handle it without us after a bit more here...*snorts* And if not, we're likely to get our handles banned... *giggle*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#11947 Wed, Jul 30, 6:07PM PST
~~Ignoring the reply, still half-certain this is a dream he'll wake up from in an alley somewhere, he covers the traders mouth with his own, forestalling any further attempts at conversation.~~ ((*laugh* not THAT one... um... gastroc... whateveritwas...*giggle*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#12145 Wed, Jul 30, 6:21PM PST
((Neets- OH! That's just the main muscle on the lower leg.... *grin* The latin name of it, anyways..... Working on response!))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#12179 Wed, Jul 30, 6:23PM PST
Blackwater:((*laugh* I wondered! I couldn't find it in either of the dictionaries I have! *Mental note: Improve your vocabulary.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#12187 Wed, Jul 30, 6:23PM PST
*Opening his mouth to express his surprise and pleasure at the swift path of those rather warm lips turns into an opportunity to explore Neetles' mouth and a soft moan, pushing his (Beej's) shoulders back as his shirt is rucked up... slipping his arms around the stripling, he squirms, shifts, rearranges himself, them, until they're chest-to-chest, his back against that pyramid of bedclothes... His hands creep up the line of the young man's spine, taking his shirt with them....* ((*Nods* Yep... I don't think they'd appreciate it if we got them banned, even if it was something of their own fault...*Grin*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#12290 Wed, Jul 30, 6:29PM PST
*Happily yeilding up speech, and nearly all -other- coherent thought, for that matter, he ardently gives in to the kiss....*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#12406 Wed, Jul 30, 6:36PM PST
~~Not resisting in the least as his tongue darts an exploratory path into the trader's mouth, he is forced to pause for a moment, nothing more, as he scrabbles the black shirt off and chucks it to a destination unknown. Something fritters in the back of his mind, a feeling of power, but not power over the other man...power with him? Because of him? He snorts inaudibly, mouth returning to the passionate kiss, hands taking their own sweet time in tracing slightly damp skin. And one of his last coherent thoughts? That if he -is- dreaming, then it's damn well going to make up for his nightmares...~~ ((*laugh* You realize we've managed almost 4 hours of RP with a grand total of 3 words spoken? *giggle* Nope...no getting them banned...*snicker* Besides...they might feel awkward if we watched... *giggle*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#12534 Wed, Jul 30, 6:43PM PST
Blackwater:((*lol* True! I always hated that about kissing posts...I mean,. theres a million and one words for 'Really gets into it' BESIDES passionate... *snigger* And besides...it sounds like something from a hack romance novel... ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#12725 Wed, Jul 30, 6:55PM PST
Blackwater:((*grin* I think I skipped my hack romance stage...*sniggergrin* *Eagerly awaits the appearnce of said post.* *Thinks, if Elvis were a real smart-ass, it would be *Fade to black*)))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#12739 Wed, Jul 30, 6:55PM PST
*Taking the chance as the black shirt flies hither, he sends his own yon... Content to welcome the return of that faintly smoky mouth with a flick of his tongue across those lips.... Flashes of desire tilting his stomach and sending hands that have suddenly developed lives of their own over creamy skin criss-crossed by those paler scars, fingers following the lines with slow caresses... Knowing it can't be a dream, since his neck aches faintly from sleeping on it funny, or so he thinks...hopes...Another of his rumbles that drifts into a moan...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#12913 Wed, Jul 30, 7:07PM PST
~~The purring has returned, taken on a louder volume as well, his hands slowly easing down a now bare back, resting there, in the curve of spine. Locked into this warm embrace, his foot arches, running lightly up the outside of a leg tangled hopelessly with his own. Nipping at Beej's lip, his hands glide...ahem...nevermind that...~~Fade to Black~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#13038 Wed, Jul 30, 7:16PM PST
*He smiles as well as he can, arching his back... Mumbling nonsense at the danger his lip isn't in.... A shudder and a rough breath from the foot and those hands... His own drifting...*Fade to Black*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#13240 Wed, Jul 30, 7:29PM PST
((*Sniggers on her way out, wondering how Elvis is going to explain something that even Neets and Beej can't figure out...*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#13374 Wed, Jul 30, 7:37PM PST
((Lorloveim- Well, actually, one Other and one each normal human did.... Um... They're gay, but I think that was obvious.... It's part of my campaign, the ORP.... ( button ).... It's somewhat convoluted. The sleeping together bit was actually a completely unplanned tangent, since Beej was just supposed to be blackmailed into finding Neets' ma an' da... Of course, it makes for a more interesting plot if your unfaithful (adulterous) mother's husband's brother had a map and permission to transfer said map to one's skin... I may write up the current plot...someday...))