Memeboxing

[not_that_shady]

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(Because of that, this thread is not G-rated. Proceed with caution.)

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[fates_lightning]

[Altalita shifted her position on the lounge, allowing for easier toying without having to stretch for it too much. To y'know. Make facilitating feeling the smooth silk easier.]

Mmmm, thank you, dear. [Murmured lazily, as she continues, giving off a lazy stretch and soft groan as she did resettle] I was mainly thinking of clothing shenanigans. Mainly. As I wasn't terribly sure of how far you'd want to take rather shameless advantage of our solitude in an empty lounge.

[Yeah, that was pretty much admitting there are no innocent thoughts here. Ever.]

[not_that_shady]

How about... we finish our drinks, and see where it goes?

[fates_lightning]

[She grins] Of course~, one can never forget their drinks.

Though you seem equally curious about my outfit as well, I'll admit. [A glance to meet Midna's eyes, grin not fading, playful.]

[not_that_shady]

I am. What is it?

[She lightly traces her fingertip not-quite-exclusively along the fabric around her collarbone. Huh. She's never felt silk before?]

[fates_lightning]

[Altalita quirks an eyebrow, leaning again for easier access as she sips her drink] This~ [A flourishy gesture with a billowing sleeve] Would be silk. One of the greatest materials I find myself wearing because of how comfortable it is~

[not_that_shady]

It's very pretty. And it does look very comfortable.

[She playfully tugs once at the loosened neckline, just gently, to make her point.]

[fates_lightning]

[The neckline's easily loosened, given the fact that it's a robe-like top--it hangs loosely on her body as it is, tying closed at the waist and hanging to just at her knees with the aforementioned web-and-leaves design in gold over the field of very subtly shiny black.]

Mmmm, then perhaps a trade is in order, you think? To... [Vague, so-on-and-so-forth type gesture with one hand, finishing her current glass of whatever booze-o-hol she happened to be drinking] Satisfy mutual curiosities?

[Grinning, impish and playful, mischief playing in her piercing blue eyes]

Sorry for the delay!

[not_that_shady]

I think that's a wonderful idea. [She drinks of her own glass, then after considering it a bit throws the last of it back. She's a lady.]

Mmhmn, now then... your space, or mine?

delays are fine! It's not like I'm lightning fast myself atm.

[fates_lightning]

Hmmm. Both certainly have their merits, although if you're really curious about silk clothing, mine would be much, much more convenient, to say nothing of the wide variety of clothing I happen to possess. [She makes a so-on-and-so-forth type of gesture with one hand, shifting to sit up slightly]

Just a question, however, I am not as familiar with your race as I'd like. Does bright light bother you in the slightest, sweet? The portals I generate tend to produce a bit of it.

[not_that_shady]

It... does. [How did she know?] But my cloak ought to protect me as long as it isn't as bright as the sun or doesn't last long...

[fates_lightning]

[In truth? It was a guess from Midna's coloring and the concealing cloak, and the fact that her magic uses shadows as a basis, and it was pretty obviously a part of who she was. Just because the Seer Sees All, doesn't mean she always uses her powers as a regular cheat sheet.]

Mmmm, shouldn't be too much brighter than the lights in here, just enough to be noticeable, really.

[First on the agenda, however, was a shamelessly lazy stretch that not only served the purpose of stretching, but placing her glass on a table for the waitstaff to retrieve at some point of the vicinity of eventually, then she actually sat up with a small sigh, raking her fingers through her ridiculously long hair to straighten it a bit from laying down, tugging on her shoes, and standing with a lazy grin.]

Then let us be off, then, dear.

[Altalita then turned slightly to begin casting the spell, a murmured poetic bit, ending with 'and take us where we're fated to be, I call on thee, the Summoning Gate!' is when the portal appears. It's not bright, but she was wise to be cautious nonetheless: The portal forms out of lightning. Energy crackling in the air to form a disk with a diameter wider than Midna was tall. At the edge of said disk were runic symbols of a long dead language, also formed of lightning. Glowing--though not intensely bright--and buzzing quietly in the air with an electrical hum and faint smell of ozone, a darkened room--though obviously lit up by the portal--could be seen on the other side through it.]

And this, of course, sweet, was why I asked. But after you, mademoiselle~

[not_that_shady]

[With a departing smirk, she passes through the portal and into the darkness. The first thing she relieves herself of us her hood, long hair falling in a red-orange cascade behind her.]

[fates_lightning]

[And Altalita grinned right back as she stepped through the portal as well. The one on the opposing side was very much the same, just reversed. With a snap of her fingers, it winked shut. With the portal's light gone, the room was a dimly lit parlor, with, of course, a couple of chairs and the requisite chaise lounge. A large table was nearby, with a large cloth covering it.]

[It was clearly the inside of an old, spacious mansion, though one might wonder about her living by herself in such a large place. Altalita stretches lazily again, as she stepped up beside the taller, blue-er Midna] Mm, lovely hair, too~

Now, how shall we pull off this clothes-swap, dear? [Grinning, in a clearly playful mood, still]

[not_that_shady]

Well, we could depart to different rooms with armfuls of each other's clothes...

[The look on her face implies a continuation of "but where's the fun in that?" She shifts closer and loops an arm with hers playfully.]

It IS your mansion. Lead the way.

[fates_lightning]

[Oh, Midna, she likes you and your attitude. Altalita grins, leaning into the taller woman a touch and noting the coolness she's feeling with Midna's skin.]

Well, it would certainly go much, much faster if we're both in the same room~ And my clothes are all in my bedroom closet anyway.

[And lo, she leads the way, occasionally brushing her hip against Midna's side lightly]

[Altalita's bedroom, since her writer's doing a lot of describing today, is, simply put? Decadently large. With an impressively huge four poster bed dominating the center of the room against one wall. The closet was obvious, next to an equally decadent and large bathroom.]

[Altalita then stretched lazily, sliding off her shoes as she sat on the bed with a playful grin, leaning back on one hand as she crossed her legs.] Mmmm, ta-da, dear~

[The hand she wasn't leaning on toyed with the sash holding her robe closed, sort of only giving a halfway effort to untying it.]

[not_that_shady]

[It's but a simple motion Midna makes to slide her cloak off, and it pools at her feet in a shadowy mass. She slinks to the bed and half-crawls onto it...]

Mmn, care for a little help?

[She crawls her way over her legs, slender blue hand taking to untying that sash for her...]

[fates_lightning]

[WELL NOW, this is something that is most certainly not to be complained about in any fashion whatsoever, now is it? The sash's knot is ridiculously easy to untie, one good firm yank? And it's undone, with the robe hanging loosely over her shoulders. Pale skin is revealed beneath, along with the fact that Altalita, while she probably should, isn't wearing a bra. Her own hands trace lightly along Midna's arm and over her side.] I suppose then, the shadows are willed off, then, dear?

[Altalita rolled her shoulders a little, letting the loose robe fall off of them a little]

[not_that_shady]

[She makes a quiet "Mmhm." of assent, drawing into a kneel over her legs and running a hand over her shoulder, the thin filmy fabric that sticks to her peeling and brushing away like dried leaves, showing more smooth ash-grey skin underneith.]

[fates_lightning]

[Altalita makes a pleased sound at this discovery, helping with its removal with rather shamelessly wandering, warm hands. When her hands reach Midna's waist, they unclip the twili woman's skirt once the clasp was found. From there, Altalita shrugs her own robe the rest of the way off, further revealing her pale, curvy form. Black tattoos in the style of runes--if Midna cared to notice--trailed down her back, curling past her shoulder blades and dipping past the waistline of her silk pants.]

[Her tone is quiet, though appreciative] Mmm, you're lovely, you know.

[not_that_shady]

So are you.

[Midna is now completely bare, a study in opposites of round curves and fine features. She chuckles and settles a little closer, hand resting cool along the other woman's shoulder, breasts pressing against Lita's, lips curling into a light smile before they lean in to find hers.]

[fates_lightning]

[They're opposites in other senses of the word too: Altalita was pale, a light Caucasian skintone of the type of person who eternally never, ever tans in the sunlight. She leans up into Midna's cool touch, her own body warm as the other leans down against hers.

Another sense of opposition? Altalita was still in her silk pants. But given how her arms were lazily looping around Midna's slender form to slide her warm hands along Midna's back? She wasn't in a big hurry to remove them. Not while they were kissing, at any rate. It's slow, sensual, and perhaps even (since we like this word tonight) decadently lazy. Savoring the kiss like a fine meal.]

[not_that_shady]

[For long moments they stay there, savoring each other, hands wandering lazily. At length she parts lips with Altalita's to murmur:]

I hope you don't plan to put new clothes on immediately.

[fates_lightning]

[Frankly, it's this kind of touching that gets her proverbial fires going quite quickly indeed. Altalita exudes sensuality to the point she's practically made of it, and this? Was only playing with that in ways that were, in fact, deliciously delightful. Her answer doesn't come immediately, as her lips brush over Midna's cheeks and face a little. When she finally responds, in an equally quiet murmur, her lips brush against Midna's lightly]

Mm. You make quite the convincing argument not to, dear. Besides, I'm still in my pants.

[It was a sensually playful smile as she arched up against Midna, mainly her hips, to encourage the removal of said pants.]

[not_that_shady]

Let's take care of that, shall we?

[Midna slides her body down a few inches to untie the band and then chilled hands slip them down her hips and legs, plying a kiss to her skin just above her navel as she does so.]

[fates_lightning]

[Between the touch and the chilled hands, Altalita can't help but let a quiet gasp and squirm escape her. Further tattoos are revealed, trailing from her back, over her hips, and down along the outer sides of her thighs, stopping to just before her knee. They're some form of runes, or at least appear as much. A dark, jet black against the paleness of her skin, and they stop before her knees. They're also symmetrical. What is on one side, is mirrored directly on the other.

Perhaps unsurprisingly at this point, she wasn't wearing underwear beneath them. They were, after all, silk cloth pants.

Altalita's hands rake gently through Midna's orange hair, curious as to what it feels like with her fingers running through it. Half-seeking places Midna likes to be touched, as well.]

Mmm. Much better, I'd say, wouldn't you agree?