egodeath (egodeath) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-23 18:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | marijuana, shrooms |
Who: Shrooms, Mari, and Faith (Shrooms' Mortal)
What: Well, they had a movie night planned
Where: The Highway
When: Tonight
Rating: Pshaw. This one even starts out with sex and drug use... I'm sure it'll get worse.
Tracer had been off since his talk with Eris. Nothing tasted quite right, his high was never where it should be. He felt more confused when he was clear headed and being about to make sense to others didn't translate well to making sense to himself. It might have been, too, that the Organic felt angry with him. It hated Eris and he'd used it, harnessed it and channeled it and healed her, even when he could feel that it hadn't wanted him to. Had it been worth it? He'd learned something from Eris - but he'd lost something, too, and he wanted it back.
So when Faith had angled to spend the day with him, helping him write and cooking and cuddling in to watch movies, he'd brought her from her apartment across the street to their apartment above the shop. He knew that maybe he'd spent too much time with her since she'd gotten there - but he felt guilty for leaving her, now, in New Mexico. For forgetting her there for months while he reconnected with his brothers. Besides, there were few things that could help as much as the complete devotion and love of someone so devout. No one really knew just how devoted Faith was - they'd started to notice, maybe, here, but no one had said anything to him. She never touched the other drugs, not even Mari as much as Tracer had told her that it would be alright. They'd never been in her system. Just him - the only one she'd let inside. And he paid her back in kind. She'd never had a bad trip, never felt anything but a perfect, intimate, spiritual connection, not once since he'd found her with a christian youth group hanging about in Albuquerque. She loved him, worshiped him, and he took care of her the way he wished he could take care of everyone who worshiped him.
The way he hoped he would be able to are for them all, once their real Heaven was a reality.
Now he was flying high on her devotion and her body, whatever lingering effects of Eris' words or the displeasure of the Organic had left in him were melting away through the seams around them as he kissed her hard and tasted himself in her mouth. Her clothes were scattered around the couch with his and she was in his lap, legs wedged in at his sides. Tracer groaned into her mouth as she rocked her hips down and took him in again. His hands were on her hips and her fingers were between her legs, rubbing slow and hard and rhythmic against her clit while she made herself moan his name. The hot vise of her body and the sheer power of her devotion to him combined. Made him shudder and pant and feel more powerful than he had in weeks.