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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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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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