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PARTY LIKE A ROCK STAR

Character(s): ERRYBODY (who signed up! ...or who wants to come, just tag in guys s'all good)

Location: UP IN HERE (aka the beach in Galbadia)

Rating: THROUGH THE ROOF (G to R)

Open/Closed/Finished: OPEN LIKE A MINIBAR

Summary: BEACH PARTY

Three days of sun, sand, and complete, unbridled fun--that was what Kiden had advertised, and she'd delivered. The slice of bright blue beach Nida had found for them stretched on one side into cliffs and a cove on the other, sheltered enough to be easily defensible but open enough not to make them targets. If they felt like exploring, well, the wildlife wasn't too much of a hassle, and apparently the jungle is lovely?

They had tents, food and drinks (lots of drinks) and plenty of other interesting things to last for the next three days--and Kiden, for one, was planning to make the most of it.

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What's it look like?

[ Whiiiine. Passing him the bottle, tugging her knees up to her chest. ]

Do my back?

[He stuffs the rest of the brownie in his mouth and takes the bottle, squirting a generous amount on his hands.

He starts working his hands on her back as he chews, working in silence because, well, that is a big piece of brownie in his mouth right now.]

[ She's perfectly fine with quiet; she just lays her head on her knees and enjoys watching the sand sparkle, the buzz that hums in her head. ]

Make sure there's no like...white stuff. Residue.

[ Talking. Talking is tough. ]

Goffet.

[...Which is supposed to translate into "Got it" in the language of stuffed mouths.

He really doesn't need the reminder though. Zephyr's done a fair job of smoothing the lotion out over her back, and really, he's just running his hands over her skin for the hell of it now. It's something that doesn't really require any brainpower, and right now, he likes that idea.]

[ She's feeling pretty chill herself right about then, and she has nothing to complain concerning his hands on her back. She reaches up and lazily pulls her hair to one side, exposing her nape as a way to encourage massages. ]

...feels nice.

[He takes the hint and skates his hands further up her back, settling on her shoulders. Zephyr gives them a good squeeze and just works at them for a while, as if mesmerized.

Having finally swallowed down the last of his brownie, though, he mumbles the first thing that comes to mind.]

...You've got nice skin.

[It's the alcohol talking. Those drugs haven't quite kicked in yet.]

[ She humms gently in approval, head tilting all the way forward to hide her face in her knees.

His comment brings her back--somewhat--and she makes a slow, bleary noise before lifting her head to glance at him. A corner of her mouth tugs up in a smile, and she leans back against his hands, against him.

Her fingers take hold of his hands on her shoulders, and she brings them forward until his palms are on her knees. If she turns her head, her nose brushes against his jaw, at this angle. ]

You could do my legs, if you want.

[His reaction is a little delayed, but he still jerks awkwardly when her nose brushes against his skin.]

What, after you left me out to burn yesterday? You owe me a favor or two.

[There isn't exactly a whole lot of conviction in his words though.]

Well, I'd offer to return the favor, but...

[ She puts her hands on top of his, lightly drumming her fingertips on his knuckles. ] M'pretty comfy right now.

Yeah, I bet.

[Zephyr leans forward against her, his chest to her back, before resting his forehead against her head.]

Gotta say I don't feel like moving much either.

Hmm. Don't get too comfy.

[ Her voice is little more than a whisper, and for a moment she just doesn't move, letting them stay like that with his forehead nestled in her hair. Her skin, her body feels distant, like someone else is inhabiting it. She knows it's just the alcohol that's slow to wear off, but her brain doesn't seem to want to catch up.

Instead she gently turns, as if afraid to dislodge him, and she's so close her eyelash touches his jaw. He smells like ocean and sand and sweat, and his skin is softer than she would have thought. She pauses for a second, then tilts her head up to lay a kiss there, a dry brush of her lips near his ear, before she turns her body into his enough to be held, properly. Her head remains upturned, nose tickling the jawbone, and it's as much of an invitation as he's going to get. ]

[He shifts ever so slightly as she moves, loosely circling his arms around her. It feels nice--a little strange, but nice--to have a girl in his embrace, but Zephyr probably would have been put up more of a fuss--or been more excited--if he felt all there.

As it stands, though, he's not, his brain off on some sort of vacation, and he registers her kiss in a distant sort of way. It takes another moment or two for him to realize just how close she is and how her lips are right there. They look soft and... nice.

Curious, he leans in and kisses her to see if that's really the case.]

[ A flash of satisfaction rises in her chest before she lazily kisses back, almost sluggish, one hand crawling up his chest to cup his face. It's dry still, fairly chaste, just a gentle press of lips and face together.

Had she been less...relaxed, so to speak, she would have been more sharply triumphant, but as it was she was just...calm, and vaguely pleased. His arms felt warm around her and the tip of his nose brushed against her cheek. ]

[Zephyr's still not really sure what he's doing, and oddly enough, he can't seem to bring himself to care. Her lips are soft and warm against his, and he automatically leans into her touch--everything just feels really nice.

One of his hands slowly skates up her side, running over her ribs and then back down to her hip. Zephyr hadn't been joking when he said he thought she had nice skin.]

[ She lets her legs slide against his, ankles bumping together, feeling the soft prickliness of blonde hairs against her calves. The warmth of him makes her want to bury herself against him, so she does, one arm looping around his shoulders and the other palm flat against his exposed stomach.

The soft pads of his fingers against her ribs, her hip, makes her shiver against his mouth, and she presses closer still, half-tugging herself into his lap.

Which puts them utterly off-balance. Luckily there's a blanket and soft sand beneath them, because they're going down. ]

[Zephyr falls back with a soft "oomph" and then momentarily freezes when his mind belatedly registers the warm weight on top of him. Thankfully, the hesitation dissolves into the delicious haze his mind's become again, and he's pliant once more, lazy and easy in his movements.

One hand settles in the small of her back, moving in slow circles, while the other finds a spot at the nape of her neck; his fingers toy with the edges of her hair.]

[ Hovering above him for a moment, she smiles, before lowering her head to his mouth again. His lower lip, soft and dry, is caught between her teeth, and she sucks on it, succumbing entirely to temptation, fingers twining in his hair to keep him in place.

With her barely-clad body pressed up against his like this, her skin feels unbearably tight and hot, hypersensitive in those spots his roaming fingers touch her. She breathes a sigh against his mouth, running her tongue along his lip. ]

[He hums pleasantly at her attention and then sighs contently. When he feels the slick slide of her tongue, though, Zephyr parts his lips for her automatically; the hand at her neck gives her a gentle tug, encouraging her.

In the meantime, his other hand travels lower, settling lightly on her ass.]

[ She responds eagerly to the tug at her nape, slipping her tongue past lips and teeth to caress his. Her moan is swallowed by his mouth.

When his hand settles on her ass, she lets her hips roll gently against his, twining their legs again. ]

[Oh.

Oh, that feels nice.

Zephyr makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat and returns the gesture. His movements are still lazy and slow, but his hands start roving on their own once more--a light touch there, a gentle squeeze here.]

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