Memeboxing

[not_that_shady]

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[hates_thunder]

[It's a sunny day and a bit warm for some folks. At an interdimensional beach house a lot of people gather, enjoying the sun and sand and water.]

[Well, most of them are enjoying it.]

[Inside the house sits a lanky, dark-haired fellow in loose, comfortable clothing, lounging on a sofa and gazing out the window. A fan is running and he's got a drink that seems to be more ice than anything else.]

[Nice and cool, innit?]

[not_that_shady]

[It is, and he's not the only one hiding from the heat in there.]

[Seated in the corner and curled in some sort of cloak is a blue-skinned girl that occasionally reaches out a slender hand to pluck up her own dark, iced drink from the table.]

[hates_thunder]

[He's been eyeing her, not only because the cloak cannot hide those curves but also because, well, she's blue. The orange hair is a bit unnatural, but for all he knows it could be an affectation.]

[There's a pause as he sips the drink. Then, since Loki Laufeyson has never been accused of self-denial, he clears his throat very softly.]

I can't help but notice you and I are the only ones in here.

[Not as direct as he'd like, but one can try subtlety every once in a while.]

[not_that_shady]

[She uncrosses her legs. It takes a few seconds; that's a lot of leg.]

So it would seem... I guess that means you'd like to talk.

[She's smirking playfully as she says this.]

[hates_thunder]

[Of course he'd like to talk. The only way to bloody shut him up is to sew his bleedin lips shut and even that didn't last ne-hee-hee-HEARLY long enough.]

[Then again, it's not the ONLY thing he'd like to do, especially not after having watched all that leg. Where do they end?!]

[He returns her playful smirk with a similar one of his own.]

That'll certainly do for a start.

[not_that_shady]

[She leans forward a bit, sliding off the seat and moving to his table.]

...What's your name? And are you... human? You look like one.

[But he doesn't seem like one. The energy he gives off is profoundly different and orders of magnitude stronger.]

[hates_thunder]

I do look human, don't I? That's an unfortunate side-effect of living in Asgard--Asgardians and humans look alike. [Though, closer to, one might notice the skin on his fingers that's in contact with the glass is bluer than any kind of hypoxia could possibly manage. He raises this glass and takes a leisurely sip before continuing.]

My name is Loki. Yours?

[not_that_shady]

[Oh, she notices this. Although she isn't quite sure what to make of it. She returns her focus to his face, sweeping her hair out of the way.]

...Midna. What is an Asgardian? Mmhmn, besides what you are, of course.

[fates_lightning]

So, of course she's lounging on a chaise lounge like she owns the place, and for the moment, they're the only two occupants in the lounge likely due to it being a late hour or something similar. Altalita was wearing one of her loosely flattering kimono-style tops, along with similarly made pants. Tonight's color was a deep--though shiny--silky black with golden accents and designs along it. Following the pattern of a spider's web, leaves, and similar.

Altalita also sips her drink, regarding Midna thoughtfully for a few long moments before deciding to strike up further conversation. "If this is a bit prying, sweet, how do those clothes work? The skirt and cloak are obvious, but.." She gestured to the much more clingy, concealing shadowy black.

If that was even clothing at all. The Seer couldn't quite pin whether it was or not, hence her curiosity.

[not_that_shady]

[A curious glance back turns into a sidelong smile.]

It's charged to cling to me because of my powers. I can dispel it at any time of course.

[She moves a little nearer, to pick up conversation.]

[fates_lightning]

Hm, and here I was thinking it was either possibly two-tonal skin, or perhaps actual shadow. [Ever one to invade personal space, Altalita brushes her fingertips lazily over a portion of the black, curious as to what it feels like.]

[not_that_shady]

It IS shadow.

[She doesn't move to respond to the touch, her arm still resting on the table as she takes another drink. As such, the "fabric" is filmy, dense, very opaque, and a little chilled to the touch.]

Tempered shadow.

[fates_lightning]

Ah! Very interesting. Alas, the magic I know doesn't quite allow me to wear oh-so-deliciously-clingy shadows. Though a part of me is curious if this could be applied to someone else, I will admit that much, at least.

[Indeed, intrigued enough to be curious. Altalita's touch is soft, warm. Light, and while done without expressed-aloud permission, it's not precisely invasive either. She sips her drink with her other hand, thoughtful.]

[not_that_shady]

Mmhmn, I wouldn't know. Depends on your magic.

[She leans forward a little.]

Although we could find out, if you're interested...

[fates_lightning]

[The forward leaning earns a quick up and down glance of Altalita's eyes, with a slow, slow smile following]

Needless to say, sweet Midna, you've got my curiosity piqued. How shall we go about this, or should we, perhaps, take shameless advantage that we're here alone? [Grinning, playful, mischievous, and as always, a touch flirtatious all at once. One hand toying with the low, open collar of her robe-esque top]

[not_that_shady]

You know my name?

[She doesn't seem particularly worried about this, only puzzled. She takes up a portion of the woman's sleeve, toying with the silk.]

Well... can you at least tell me yours first then?

Thaaaat was a derp on my part. We'll just run with it.

[fates_lightning]

[Ah, that's what one gets for revealing a little much of the hand a little too quickly. She grins, though, quickly covering the mild accident with a flourishing gesture with her other hand as she speaks--not moving the one with the sleeve Midna's toying with.]

My name is Altalita Bastion. [She gives a sweeping motion of her arm, and an incline of her head, not a full bow, given the way she's lounging, but certainly close enough as she can get without getting up. Like y'know. A normal person.]

[The silk is smooth, soft, and only as warm as Altalita's body temperature. Airy, easy enough to keep one comfortable even when everything's at its warmest.]

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[not_that_shady]

[A small, warm chuckle.]

Of course you may.

[The strange, filmy, dark fabric she's clothed in seems to cling to her body without support or adhesive. However, whatever magic force that molds it to her body releases as Link touches it, the edges curling away to be brushed aside like so many dried leaves.]

As much of me as you want. But you have to let me know more of you too.

[Tunic, belts, boots... they ALL had to go. But which first...? She makes a decision and snaps her fingers, his belts and pouches excusing themselves from his body with a poof of dark smoke. They fall next to the glove with a dull, comfortable clatter.]

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[not_that_shady]

[His world felt so small suddenly. He'd gone so long without experiencing such things, never before knowing the texture of a woman's breast in the bare palm of his hand. He isn't precisely sure how to touch or handle the ample amount of flesh, but some level of unwritten knowledge exists in the back of his mind, causing him to knead and twist the flat hand into her alluring breast.]

It's.. It's incredible-!

[His breath is stolen once more in a gasp as the many belts about him drop as if removed by some invisible hands. Normally he would be taken aback or unnerved, but not when there was more of her body to explore. If she had given him permission, he should make sure that such allowance was well spent.

He leans his head into the nape of her neck, what little height she had on him allowed him the ease of access to kiss and lick the skin about her throat. It's an exquisite flavor, a mix of perspiration and excitement. It clouds his senses and reasons further, making him hunger more for her taste and heat. Both hands introduce themselves to her chest, groping and squeezing with more strength to test the pliability of her form. The way his skin looked against the contrast of her own made him more aroused, feeling as if he were being lured in by a nymph or sprite given their different appearances.]

Nmm-.. Mmnn- Yes.. The most magnificent-!

[Words are drowned out by his lustful advances, like a water-depraved traveler coming across an oasis in the barren desert.]

[not_that_shady]

[She gasps when his lips take her neck, the touch of them hot against her skin. Every brush of his fingers carries a delicious heat that wouldn't ever come from another twili. She sinks a little into his embrace, her own hands splaying over the tunic and across his shoulders underneith.]

Nh! Yes...!

[A tiny moan escapes her, and she silences it by closing her lips over the shell of one of his pointed ears. She's always wondered just how sensitive they were...]

[unitesearthandsky]

[The sudden contact causes him to retreat from his kissing as his overly sensitive ears are lavished with the tender feeling of her lips. It's astounding to him that such a gesture can immediately jar his senses, causing his hands to grip with greater vigor at her magnificent breasts.

His mouth drops open, sounds escaping from his throat that he was unaware he could ever make. His ears.. How could they feel this wonderful from just a bit of biting and licking? He's given away a weak spot to the alluring beauty, giving him only a small case of worry as he could only imagine the further exploitation she'd bring to his nerves.

Not wanting to be the only one feeling such pleasure, his lips return to the nape of her neck and part to allowing his tongue to further learn the heat and taste of her skin. His slow, dragging laps cover her flesh, biting down gently every so often to send the necessary shivers through her curvacious form. He knew that such actions weren't enough, but inexperience kept him patient while his hands and lips did their best to stimulate the marvelous lady now pressed against him.]

[not_that_shady]

[The gasp comes loud against his ear. His breath and tongue played so hotly against her skin... it was burning her up, and she liked it.]

Mmn--

[Slightly-chilled hands drag up the hem of his loosened tunic, eager to slide beneath and feel the body under it. As the hem travels upwards, she decides to just pull it over his head, tousling that blonde hair of his in the process. She gives a small smirk.]

I was wondering if I would find you under all those clothes.

[unitesearthandsky]

[So enamored with her form, the remark is past him as his lips return to know the warmth of her body once more. His knees bend to give him the needed height to truly admire her breasts, cupping them and lifting them to his mouth so that each nipple knows the inexperienced kiss of his lips. He cannot help but feel somewhat foolish, wondering just how he appears as he sucks hard upon each of her firm glands, rubbing the tips of his thumbs over them once they are free from his teeth.]

So big.. Your breasts they're.. They're so amazing..

[His wonderment with her body drags him deeper into the lustful act, burying and nuzzling his face into her cleavage as his body begins to instinctively grind into her thighs. The growing measure of the sword he kept beneath his clothes pronounces itself, a length which might surprise the Princess of the Twili. His steel-like eagerness bucks hard into her leg, becoming more like a dog than a man as Link is unable to control his desires and his apparent need to study more of her body.]

[not_that_shady]

A-ahUFF!

[The nip of teeth against her chilled nipple causes her to gasp, her knees finally giving out under her--he may feel foolish, but his instincts are perfect. She topples over with Link attached, landing in a disorganized and hair-trailing heap on the pillows. Once she comes around and realizes where they are, she curls arms and a single long, blue leg around him, her half-skirt hiking up to her hip.]

Don't stop now...

[unitesearthandsky]

[The fall takes him by surprise, now being under the woman as his eyes go wide at their new position. There's no reason to cease, no viable point to make him stop but he cannot help but drink in her form once more now that his eyes are positioned from a different perspective. To be close to such beauty is almost a crime, to see the perfection of her curves and the depth of her majesty while he is but a lowly lad of the sky.

Yet, such conviction lasts for only a fraction of time, his hands plucking at the fruit of her vine-like body as if her nipples were fresh grapes. Link doesn't watch his strength, becoming a bit more harsh in his pinching as he gauges the reaction of her voice and body.]

I can't.. I refuse to stop.. Goddess, if this some joke or a dream, I hope to never wake up.