If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-11-08 18:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | heroin, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana and Heroin, AIM scene to be continued via comments.
What: Changing back!
Where: Hotel del Coronado.
When: Sunday evening.
Warnings: Language, sexuality.
Dinner was... well, Marijuana had worn a knee-length skirt, as odd as that was to her, and the shoes Heroin had bought her and had done her best to be polite and lady-like as she devoured the food with gusto that only the god of munchies could pull off. The walk back to the hotel had been filled with hand-holding and whispered exchanges of love and the occasional lustful comment and once they were back, Marijuana flushed, made excuses, changed out of her skirt into boxers and baggy jeans before sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at her husband. "I had fun tonight." She said softly, brushing her hair back from her eyes and looking down at her green toenails, wiggling them with a bit of a laugh. "I've had so much fun with this change. Thank you, husband-mine, for being so receptive, for enjoying it as much as I have." She fell silent for a moment, focusing back up on her beautiful husband. "But I- would you be alright with it if I changed back? It's been... interesting but I- I miss being your husband, Heroin. I'm not saying it won't happen again, but, before we leave tomorrow morning, I'd like to spend one last night in this bed as your husband." Her gaze was a tad anxious; what if Heroin liked Mary so much that he didn't want her to go back to Mari? Shoving that thought down, she threaded her fingers together, set them in her lap, fidgeting nervously.
Settled soundlessly on the bed, Heroin reached over to cover his wife's delicate hands in his, fingers tangled, he drew her hand up and brushed her knuckles in a light kiss. "All right," his voice was soft, his smile was soft, his kiss was soft as he cupped her cheek in his hand and leaned into her. The change wasn't precisely a surprise, but Heroin wasn't sure how to tell Marijuana that - he'd missed his husband, too, but saying that to her was - Heroin couldn't find any words gentle enough or light enough or anything enough for Mary Jane. He brushed her hair off her face instead. "You don't have to thank me for anything, Geliebte. I love you, every shape and every form, I love my husband. And I would love to have our last night in the hotel be with my husband, I -" He blushed, glanced down and rested his cheek against his wife's shoulder. "There's things that I miss, too," it was little more than a whisper as he took her hand again, tangled their fingers together again. "Do you want me here, or..."
Marijuana sighed happily as Heroin cupped her cheek, kissed her, spoke to her in a way that she could never tired of as she turned just slightly, pressing a light kiss to his palm. "Maybe not have to thank you, but I'd like to. You took me shopping and painted my toenails for me. You said I was beautiful, you were patient with me and you-" Marijuana flushed. "You made every cell in my body cry out for more of your touch. You do, all the time, but this was new and different and..." She trailed off, kissing Heroin's forehead even as the corners of her lips quirked up. "I think we miss the same things, amante-mine. And I'd like you here, with me." Raising their joined hands, she pressed a kiss to the back of Heroin's, keeping their fingers twined together as she closed her eyes. This time, it was harder. Hard to let go of the connection to her female plants, hard to let go of how perfect it felt to be female, but the opaque smoke began to swirl around her form quickly. It wasn't needed, the smoke, but Marijuana wanted some privacy as his body changed. Slowly, the fingers in Heroin's hand thickened and when the smoke cleared, Mari grinned at his husband. Rolling his shoulders back, hearing his muscles crack, he let go of Heroin's hand to stretch his arms above his head. "Damn, does this feel good." He said quietly, looking down at his body before focusing on Heroin. "Hey you." He murmured affectionately, leaning in, pressing a light kiss to Heroin's lips.
"Hey," Heroin smiled lazily at his husband, dropped the hand that he'd felt change and flung himself around the man he loved, arms wrapped around Marijuana's shoulders as he was pressed onto the bed, safely underneath Heroin. Grinning even wider, he rested his hands on his husband's chest - perfectly flat, now - and kissed him again. The first one was light, the second was a little deeper, Heroin moaning as he nipped Marijuana's lower lip and then Heroin brushed his lips over his husband's cheek, smiling at the feeling of stubble and then rubbing their cheeks against each other. "It really, really does feel good." Giggling, Heroin rolled off his lover and settled on his side next to Mari. "And you're so handsome - how are you so beautiful, no matter what form, you turn me knees into mush. Gooey mush, too, it's not fair." Heroin laid his hand against Mari's chest again and leaned in for around kiss, slow, slow, savouring slow and starting to turn hungry as Heroin's hand skimmed down his husband's chest, fingertips catching in the wrinkles of the t-shirt, smoothed the fabric flat down Mari's stomach and stopped entirely, hooked in waistband of his boxers. "I love you, Mari," he whispered warmly.
Oh, he had missed that, Heroin's body against his own, feeling solid underneath him in a way that he hadn't when he had been in female form. His hips canted up slightly when he felt Heroin's teeth bite into his lower lip and when Heroin pulled back to rub their cheeks together, Marijuana dipped his head to kiss Heroin's neck, letting his own teeth nip at Heroin's skin lightly. "No, Heroin, what you do to me isn't fair. You make me tremble with want just by smiling, you make me want to-" He broke off as Heroin's fingers hooked in the waistband of his boxers, inhaling sharply as the kiss turned hungry, returning it fiercely. Marijuana couldn't help placing his fingers over Heroin's, pulling the boxers away from his lower stomach just a few inches, enough to peer down and smirk. "Fuck yes." He whispered before flushing. "Sorry, I-" He flushed just a bit deeper. "I'm rather attached, alright?" He shook his head as if to clear it and let his boxers snap back into place. "Sorry." Leaning in for another kiss, he deepened it quickly and he was unable to stop himself from moving, rolling, covering Heroin's body with his own and continuing the kiss with a groan that bubbled up from the recesses of his throat. "I love you, Heroin." He whispered hoarsely, nuzzling down against Heroin's neck and trying to hold back from simply tearing Heroin's clothes from his body and taking him right then and there.
And oh, had Heroin missed that: Marijuana as a solid, welcome weight pressing down on top of him, the start of a faint burn along Heroin's jaw and throat from the scrape of his husband's stubble as they kissed, as he was nuzzled. His breath caught, he bared his throat and pressed up, into Marijuana's solidness before thinking better of it. But not much better, Heroin threaded his fingers in Mari's hair and tugged him into another kiss of bitten lips and hoarse, needy noises because "fuck I missed my husband. I missed this," Heroin nuzzled, nipped at the corner of Mari's lips and pushed against him, trying but not expecting to be on top. Heroin's fingers stayed in his brother-lover's hair, tight and tightening as he kept kissing his face, lips brushed over stubble again and again, travelled along his jaw, behind his ear, bit, whispered over Mari's temple with a sigh as Heroin stained up underneath him and then flopped back down as his hand fell from hair to shoulder and traced a line down his husband's side. Husband. A line without curves, just fabric smoothed over skin and he could feel the shift of muscles and the rise and fall of every breath. Heroin meekly nuzzled at the corner of Marijuana's jaw. "I love you, I love you," hoarse and needy, just like a moan.
"Missed being your husband." Marijuana panted against Heroin's lips, one hand curling possessively in Heroin's hair and the other tugging hurriedly at Heroin's shirt, fingers aching too hard with the need to touch bare skin to think about boundaries like buttons. Heroin strained up but Marijuana pushed down and the, oh, the friction had him groaning again as his hands left Heroin's hair and shirt. Instead, they slid down Heroin's sides, resting on his hips for just a moment, fingers pressing and wanting to claim and mark, before they slid down even further to the ousides of Heroin's thighs. "Love, want you." He moaned out, tipping his head back a touch for Heroin to nuzzle at as much skin as he wanted and quickly, fingers perhaps too tight on Heroin's outer thighs, he hiked Heroin's legs up around his waist, unable to stop himself from pushing his hips down against his husband's slowly. "Need you." He managed to find enough self-control to let his fingers work open the top few buttons of Heroin's shirt, pressing one last kiss to Heroin's lips, quick, hard, rough, before dipping his head down again. Teeth scored over the hollow of Heroin's throat, metal tongue stud slid over Heroin's collarbone and Marijuana was lost in the taste of his husband's skin, in the beat of Heroin's heart as Marijuana's lips and tongue moved down over his husband's chest, lost in the tight embrace of Heroin's legs around his waist.