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Tweak says, "What you done to feel proud"

Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in entrywaythreads,
@ 2021-03-19 23:57:00

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brynhild, jason todd

Who: Bryn and Jason
Where: His Gun shop
What: Booze, stories, and face to face.
When: After store close.
Rating: TBD
Open: Ask first
Status: On going

She couldn't remember the last time someone had been so easy to talk to in such short amount of time. Was it the anonymity of the screen? Or real chemistry? The only way to know that was to remove the screens. When he had suggested drinks it seemed like the way. And she didn't have to be flush with coin. She would share what seemed to be the only bottle she would ever see again. And she already knew Jason was worthy of it.

She didn't bother changing from what she had worn for her last client, she'd gone up to her apartment grabbed the bottle, as soon as it was closing time. But she didn't enter the door, she felt the barrier, weak as it was, at the threshold, she knocked. She would need an invite in.

Bryn rocked back on the five inch black heeled boots. She had gone for a innocent farm girl look. Blue checked flannel unbuttoned and tied, though if one looked too hard they would notice the buttons were gone, high rise skinny jeans, where tucked into the boots. Paired with the double braids that sat on her shoulders, she thought she pulled off the look well. And it wasn't horribly indecent to meet her new friend in. The black bottle dangled from her grip, as she waited.

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abetterbatman
2021-04-05 03:33 pm UTC (link)

"We'll find a better spot when the time comes." He was positively beaming at her answer, unexpectedly delighted that she was interested in returning the favor. He never expected much from anyone, especially not his lovers, that way he couldn't be let down if things didn't go the way he hoped. And even he liked a nice surprise every so often, generous lovers really were the best. And maybe it was his other head doing the thinking but he did trust her not to bite him without asking, worrying about it didn't even cross his mind.

In a single fluid motion he scooped her up by her thighs, got up his stool and then set her down on top of the counter. Maybe it would have been kind to give her a moment to catch her bearings but he was a little past that now. His own need for her wanting to show itself as he had been too restrained when he kissed her. His mouth had gone for her throat first, starting just under her ear, practically devouring her skin as his lips moved across her jaw and then down lower to where her neck met her shoulder. His hands hadn't been still either. One may have come up to cradle the opposite side of her head but the other had gone exploring, eventually working up under her shirt.

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brynhild_ingouf
2021-04-06 10:41 am UTC (link)

She had only a moment to admire what lay beneath that red tee, but a moment, while not all she wanted, was enough to give her imagination enough to work with. And then it was as if he'd been chained with that first kiss, only for that chain to break free the moment his lips touched her skin. She had felt wantonness, need... but this was different. And her own fires were stoked by it. Her body flowed freely with the his touch, his lips, his fingers... her flesh craved each stroke. Her heart pounded, chest heaved with each panted breath. That was until his fingers found their way under her shirt, and she sucked in a breath.

Bryn had not remained unattentive beneath such attention: one hand had slid up to cup the back of his head, fingers threading through the short hairs, but not to hold him anywhere. Her neck had shifted as he kissed making sure to give ample room, while her other hand found the front of his shirt. Fingers dragging slowly along the fabric, until his touched her bare skin, then they knotted in the soft cotton. Her legs had parted to welcome him closer, only for her ankles to cross behind him.

The one thought, beyond the feel of him, was that she had wished she'd made a different wardrobe decision. A skirt would have been a better choice. No matter how nice the denim fit her.

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abetterbatman
2021-04-08 05:29 am UTC (link)

A skirt certainly would have been easier, but Jason never minded a challenge when the reward was so very worth while. Bryn was nothing if not utterly worth while. Jason tended to think most people were worth while until they proved otherwise, but there was something incredibly special about Bryn. He would have been happy to explore whatever that was and her all night long.

He had eventually moved his kisses along her throat, hungrily tasting her skin until he repeated what he had done to the other side. Or at least he had tried. His hand had found the knot and his talented fingers untied it quite easily, gently tugging it open. That was when his mouth left her neck and he turned his full attention to getting her bare, or at least as bare as she would allow.

Jason believed in being generous too, of course. As soon as he helped her shrug off that flannel he pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it away. The lazarus pit had essentially given him a clean slate when it came to his skin, so he had no scars from the autopsy that he still mentally saw as always there, but his chest and sides were a mess of old scars and burns he'd gotten since coming back to life. He wondered if they were enough to distract from the fact that Jason was a man who devoted several hours a day to keeping fit. It usually depended on the partner.

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brynhild_ingouf
2021-04-08 10:36 am UTC (link)

There wasn't much underneath the shirt, simple heart shaped silicone pasties. But she didn't stop those eager fingers. In fact as he helped her shrug out of her shirt, she undid the buttons, as there were three of them, of her jeans.

Bryn only stopped there because he pulled off his shirt, and he wasn't the only one that was eager. She sat just a little straighter, as she took in that well carved physique. She did take note of the scars, burns... Her own, just four, clearly darker than the rest of her smooth white skin, where she'd been fatally struck by the arrows. But rather than ask, she reached out and gingerly stroked her finger over one of his scars. Watching his face as she did. She didn't want to cause pain, mental or otherwise, not when she only wanted to show her admiration.

Had she predicted that this was going to be how the evening would go? Absolutely not. She had only hoped for that little zing that she'd somehow felt through the communications. But now... now she would slow time if she could, just to stay in that electrifying moment.

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abetterbatman
2021-04-10 05:11 am UTC (link)

Jason had always been mildly fascinated by silicone pasties. Something about the way they clung to skin and their consistency. It reminded him of bees. Bees were to fat to fly and yet they did. Silicone pasties were similar. They shouldn't have worked but they did. But in that moment with so much of her skin exposed his curiosity was entirely forgotten.

He had better things on his mind, like how lovely and soft her skin was. Enjoying her touch so much he didn't notice she was touching a scar.

As hungry as he had been when he kissed her, it seemed he was more interested in exploring her now. He had slowed down, the kisses and nips across her collarbone more purposeful while his fingers slowly danced over the skin of her side. They eventually came to cup one of her breasts, his thumb running around the edge of one of the pasties. He pulled back a little just so he could meet her eyes, asking for permission without words.

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brynhild_ingouf
2021-04-10 10:19 am UTC (link)

When he didn't flinch at her touch she let her fingers roam farther, guided by the warmth he pulsated with, but not so much that she would get in his way. By the goddess, he was delicious. She might have been nearly as eager as she was. But she would wait her turn. She could be a very patient person.

Bryn could have nodded, she could have simply pulled the pasties off and thrown herself at him. But instead she leaned in and whispered in his ear. "I give you free reign over my body, do with it as you wish." She trusted him. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't question a gut feeling too much.

His fingers and lips were all but melting her. If it weren't important that she stay upright she might have leaned back on the counter. Her heartbeat was quickened beneath his touch, the breath she didn't need feathered over her lip. But she hadn't stayed so close, she wanted to see what he would do with the freedom she gave him.

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