Marina Scherbatskaya (scherbatskaya) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2017-02-08 17:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2020 [02] february, marina scherbatskaya, noa bellamy |
Who: Marina Scherbatskaya and Noa Bellamy
Where: Noa's house
What: Evening the scorecard and then talking about whether they're still just having fun.
When: [backdated] February 1st, 2020
As far as being good for her word, Noa would have rather that three months hadn’t gone by before she’d had the opportunity to pay up on the promise that she’d made Marina. Not that it had been hanging over her head like a cloud, but still, letting it stay unresolved had begun to consume at least a small portion of her conscious thought each time she was near her friend. Noa was inordinately pleased that she was able to scratch it off the list. Although she might have been out of practice, and maybe that had even showed, but Noa thought she’d kept her part of the deal, the one where she’d said that she’d make Marina’s toes curl, at least. Her jaw definitely felt like she’d put in the effort. Padding back out from the bathroom adjoined to her master bedroom, Noa sifted through the drawer in her dresser until she produced an old, worn flannel, then slipped it on and buttoned a few of the buttons on the midsection before she climbed back on the bed. It hadn’t been that sex had been the intention when she’d said that Marina should come over, even if she’d considered it as an option, but then it never seemed like sex was an intention lately, just a happy side effect. “So, the scorecard?” Noa teased, dancing her fingers along Marina’s ribs lightly, smirking like a cat who ate a canary. In Noa’s absence, Marina had pulled on her own shirt and panties before ducking back into the warmth of the comforter. Swatting at the other woman’s hand playfully, Marina rolled her eyes, but that did nothing to hide the smile on her lips. “Well, you’re a damn sight between my thighs, so you’ve got that going for you,” Marina smirked. “And there was definitely some toe curling, so I’d say you delivered on your promise. So…” Marina trailed off, gesturing a hand vaguely before bringing it down to rest on Noa’s thigh. “Would fuck again,” she concluded, biting her lip to stop her smirk from turning into a grin. Noa stretched, laughing softly at the praise. “Maybe I should write that all down, just in case,” she mused. In case of what, though, she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t really keeping track. Wasn’t really thinking even two steps ahead of the moment she was in. “Or send it to Vic, since it was his suggestion.” She didn’t know if he knew where Marina was, she hadn’t asked. “I think Vic would rather hear the stories than read them. Or at least that’s what he’s liked it in the past,” Marina said, still smirking. “I’ll tell him all about this tonight, but if you need to keep your own records, then don’t let me hold you back. But I’m sure you’ll have more than enough chances for a repeat.” Thus far, Marina, Vic and Noa were just having fun and messing around, but it didn’t hurt to check in to make sure they were still on the same page. So after a moment’s pause, Marina added, “You know, if you want it.” “Why wouldn’t I?” Noa flipped to her stomach and settled her weight on her elbows, carefully guarded out of habit, slipping back into her usual inclinations. But she kept her eyes on Marina. “Honey, I ain’t gotten laid this often in a real long time.” The corners of her mouth curled. Biting the inside of her cheek, Noa blinked a few times before she added, “If I call it good with,” she gestured between the two of them, “I might as well find that convent, honey.” “It would be a shame for your gift to go to waste,” Marina smirked, reaching out with her index finger and brushing lightly over Noa’s lips. “God wouldn’t have made you so good at eating pussy if he wanted you to be a nun,” she said with a chuckle as she withdrew her hand back down to her side, adding, “So if sex is what you’re after, I know Vic and I have you covered for the foreseeable future.” Noa was quiet, rolling Marina’s statement around in her head, processing it. “That so?” She’d had plenty of people in her life offer her promises about sticking around, but very few of them had. She wanted to take Marina at her word. “He know you’re saying that?” If she hadn’t talked through anything with Marina, she really hadn’t with Vic. Talking made things complicated. “I wouldn’t want you making any promises, sweetheart.” “You really think Vic is going to complain because I give him a free pass to fuck someone else? I know you two have known each other a long time, but it doesn’t seem to be weird so far. But I guess if that changes then--” Marina paused, shrugging. “We’ll figure it out. Or if you find someone you want to be more than fuck buddies with. But then again, if you wanted to be more than fuck buddies with me or Vic, I don’t think he’d complain about that either.” There were a lot of different directions this whole situation go in, and Marina hadn’t committed herself to any specific one just yet. She could make peace with just about anything, so long as her relationship with Vic remained in tact. Relaxing further into the mattress, Noa angled so she was still looking at Marina. “You know, Vic’s the only Hound Jonny would have been okay with me fucking. We talked about it, once or twice,” she commented. “I don’t suspect he would have been real put out about you either. But…” she paused, gathering her words. As confident as she was, she wasn’t always real good with words themselves. “Your man ain’t really the type to fuck without feelings.” It was an assumption built off of the time that she’d known him, and it was something she wondered about. Probably something she should have talked to him about, probably still should, since saying that to Marina didn’t give her an out. Marina knew Vic hadn’t slept around really after his wife died, and even when she and Vic were first getting together, just sleeping together in the bed had felt like something. “Well he hasn’t said much how he feels about everything, but you could be right about that. I don’t think he has a lot of experience with having a chick on the side,” Marina smirked. Noa swallowed a laugh. She’d been a lot of things in her life, but that was a new label. “And I don’t really know what I want,” she said more quietly, swallowing back hard on the urge to laugh at herself. She hadn’t meant to make their conversation some kind of heart to heart. “I’m real hesitant to think about it, honestly.” “I don’t think you need to have an answer, but maybe we should talk to Vic about all this before anyone gets expectations about this being more than it is. I’m probably just fucked up and think this is normal because most of my life was spent having sex just for the sex of it all. It’s probably easier for me to compartmentalize than him.” “Honey, I ain’t any less of a mess than you are,” she returned, the corners of her mouth sneaking upwards. “I suspect Vic’s the only one that comes at any of this with what could pass as normal.” Noa leaned over and kissed the corner of Marina’s mouth lightly. “We’ll talk, and see what happens.” She smiled for real. “Ain’t like anything needs to be figured out tonight.” Turning her head slightly, Marina captured Noa’s lips for another kiss, nipping at the other woman’s lower lip as she pulled back. “Better be careful or I’ll want just one more for the road.” After all, there was nothing complicated about the way her body reacted to Noa. “What makes you think that wasn’t what I was getting at?” Noa retorted, skating her hand lightly down Marina’s side, fingering the elastic at Marina’s hip, her expression somewhere between laughter and want. “If you need to leave, though, sweetheart, feel free to stop me.” “I’ve got time,” Marina said, and with that, leaned in for a second helping. |