Kenzi [005] Video

[onteamdyson]

[Oh hey, it's Kenzi! She appears to be sitting on a bench... outside... with the sun setting and snow falling softly. Is she crazy?! At least she's bundled up and in layers, even if her bunny hat looks really stupid. There's some statue or something behind her, looks like a lady. She's definitely sitting in the cemetery, just chillin']

Hey biatches! So... not that I'm being totally nostalgic or homesick or anything, because that shit is for pussies, but-- [She winces, adjusting her position so she's supporting her right arm with her left. It tilts the video a bit.]

Which of you crazy freaks has never seen snow before? Anyone? Just remember that in a pinch, socks CAN be used as mittens. I'm willing to field any basic questions about this poor, misguided imitation of Canadian weather.



((ooc: She's literally just sitting around in the cemetery thinking about dark junk. Feel free to go up and bug her.))

Comments

[gloryisbullshit]

Hold up. [He makes quick work of his boots and drops on the bed next to her.] C'mere, lemme see. I'm good at this, let me see.

[onteamdyson]

Just be careful. [Not for her. For him. She drops the bandage in his hand and holds her arm out.] I'm serious, P. Don't touch it. Bad news bears.

[gloryisbullshit]

I'm careful. [He assured lazily, grinning over his teeth as he goes at the chore with a god deal more art than she had. It's easier with two hands!] Look, no touching.

What language was that?

[onteamdyson]

[Huh. Check that out. She turns it over, examining his work. When she's 100% certain none of the infected-looking skin is going to touch him, she pushes him back on the bed and stradles his hips before leaning in close. Her lips barely brush his as she replies,] Russian.

[gloryisbullshit]

[He reminds himself to breathe slow, and maybe get his jeans off a litlte faster next time. They're tight enough as is, but holy shit. His hands spider around her knees, head lifts off the bed to catch her lips quickly.] Russian? You know more than a few cusswords?

[onteamdyson]

I can say a lot of things. [She's never been so proud to be fluent. Especially not when she's sliding her hands under his shirt and up his stomach, pushing the fabric up as she goes. 'I want you so bad' sounds a lot better in Russian anyway, so she says it. Way less pathetic. No less true. She nips the skin just below his jaw, following it up with a sweet kiss but ruins the apology by sucking long enough to leave a mark.]

[gloryisbullshit]

[He doesn't understand, but that works. That definitely works. His palms flat along her legs, run up the seam of her jeans till fingertips hit skin and he moans. Just--appreciative.]

Wish I had somethin pretty t'say t'you. [The touch dips into the small of her back, squeezes over her sides, drags thumbs along the low edge of her ribs before sliding up.] What's that again? Say it again.

[onteamdyson]

Yeah? Keep making those sounds and I think I'll be okay.

[Her back arches at his touch and she coils over him like a cat, tilting her head and letting her hair fall to the side like a curtain. She says it again, slower this time, eyes locked on his, emphasizing the accent and drawing out the syllables. Я так хочу тебя.] ... And I totally hate pants right now. штаны. There. Still hot.

[gloryisbullshit]

So hot. [Oh, hair, wow hair. His eyes skitter between her eyes and her long fucking hair, oh hell. He's distracted again, one hand coming up to sift through all that long, black silk, tongue pricking at the corner of his mouth.] Shit, K...

[onteamdyson]

Fffff-- what? [The distractions are adorable. He's adorable. Her brow furrows, but she smiles. Seriously, what?!]

[gloryisbullshit]

[A sigh, brows knitting together like he's trying to solve a problem. He doesn't get it.] I mean--yer--I mean, yer real fuckin pretty.

[onteamdyson]

[Well that just-- wh... There's a split second of feeling like someone just stabbed her in the heart with a pin labelled NATE and Kenzi just stares at him. She manages brushes it off and actually laughs. Quelle surprise!] ... I'm all yours, angelbutt.

[For tonight, anyway. Tonight for sure. She leans down to kiss him more deeply than before as her hand slowly slides back down his chest. Shifting slightly to make it easier, she works to undo his pants without breaking the kiss. Damn you, Party Poison! You gon' get some.]

[gloryisbullshit]

[He'd encourage that whole-heartedly, but he's a little too invested in making a thorough oral investigation of her mouth. Still, his hips bump up, and he sounds off happily somewhere between their teeth. All his! For the night at least, but he's not exactly used to getting a lot more than a night anyway. He'll take it as it comes. She can get at his jeans, he'll get back to the snap of her bra--although that's a lot easier, admittedly.

[Laughs again, terribly amused with himself, as he hooks his fingers in the straps of the undergarment, teasing them down around her shoulders.] Mmph--K. Kenzi-- [Give him a moment, let him come up for air. Not too much air though; he breaks the kiss, but keeps his mouth tucked neatly under hers for easy access, omg. Teasing:] So--so we'll talk about points later?

forgot to send this. Wow.

[onteamdyson]

[She laughs, more than a little breathless, and slips the bra off completely to toss it aside.]

Later. Much later. I wanna see what you got first. Insert driving metaphor here. [Among other things. Rihanna, eat your heart out.]