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Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - megs - 12-20-2014

completely exclusive," Nova countered. She furrowed her brow, but a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. Lips parted as if she had planned on elaborating on that statement, but they pressed closed again, without a word. Smaller tendrils curled, lazily, along her jaw and her eyes flicked upwards in thought. "In all fairness, you could have a weird fetish," she mumbles, sights dropping down to him again. She gasped suddenly. "What if you do? Something almost as scandalous as bare legs?" She could hardly contain amused chuckles as the words progressed. The tentacle he held, nudged against his palm and weaved through his fingers.

Onion twitched in the sand, his front paws climbed through the air as if he was so enamored with the beach, that he now swam in his sleep. 

"I like all the things that make you, too," her smirk softened and she ceased leaning on her hand long enough to trace the scar along his brow. "Surly scowling, lectures,  and all." 

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Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - Tindome - 12-28-2014

completely exclusive," he argued, "your ass would need to be somehow floating above your legs. Which – having done extensive research – it is not." Extensively researching her ass. Yes. Great. That was what women liked to hear. "It's one thing when you're standing up, then there's that curve," he said, and for some reason he emphasized his point with a hand tracing the outline of her figure in the air, "but then when you bend over – why am I talking, why are you still letting me talk. Don't let me present a fucking doctoral thesis on your ass when I'm trying to be romantic."

    He used two hands to toy idly with the tentacle winding through his fingers, tips tracing the edges of scales and following the way it moved.

    "You caught me," he said. "You are on a date with a pervert. I have a fetish for seeing your bare skin. And scales. And also feeling. That is probably more scandalous than seeing. At least I haven't gotten stuck to you this time, that's sort of an improvement over our last date." Honestly, the fact that she tolerated his awkward fumbling at all was miraculous. It really seemed like she should have been able to do better. So, so much better.

    He leaned into her touch even as it made him shiver. "Surly?" he repeated, indignant, though he did not stop touching her or being touched. "You are being deliberately unflattering. Surly. Of all the words. Scowling and lectures, fine. I can accept that. But there has never been, in the history of the universe, an attractive person described as surly."[/align]

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Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - megs - 01-09-2015


"This is all very scandalous, then," she deadpanned, gesturing at all the touching they were doing and her current over-abundance of bare skin. She watched his hands play over the tendril and swallowed hard. She was trying and failing to ignore how it affected her. To act as if small shivers didn't course down her spine with each brush of her scales. She made a thoughtful noise as fingertips slid from his brow to return to his cheek. "On that note, why did you get stuck to me that time? It's not happened again, so I'm wondering why it happens."

How they had developed this habit she had no clue. This tendency to idly touch one another. Hands across her tentacles, knuckles across his jaw; caresses so gentle and accurately placed as if they had known one another for years, and not mere days.

She had almost missed his reaction, she was so wrapped up in thoughts about how touching him was so easy that she almost hadn't noticed her reward for doing so. She had little time to revel in it, because he complaining about her choice of words. She laughed again, even though he seemed genuinely affronted. "I guess we're making history then, because I honestly don't have another word for it," she batted her lashes and shrugged her shoulders the best she could in her position. "But if it is really so bad, we will just stick to scowling lecturer." She moved closer for a better angle of which to hover her mouth above his. "I will also reiterate that I find you very attractive. If it will help," she murmurs, before closing the small distance she had left to kiss him.

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Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - Tindome - 01-14-2015

    "I did not write an assertation," he sighed, "nor was a… buttfender. Or whatever you're accusing me of." He gave her an exaggerated scowl. "I am a very serious man. Look at how serious I am." Nothing said serious like damp pants on the beach and arguing about her anatomy. "I make rare, Nova-based exceptions to my usual serious and respectable behavior."

    Did he always turn into an enormous doofus this quickly? He liked to think that he didn't. The only person who would know objectively was Kreska, and he was hardly going to ask her.

    "The, ah… hm." He held one of his hands closer to both of their faces so that she could better see his fingertips. "It isn't really something I think about," he said. "When I touch things, I sort of…" He stroked his thumb along one of his fingers, so that it touched from the tip inward, the appropriate direction to keep his lamellae from getting caught. "The other way and they stick, unless they're. Wet." He cleared his throat. "It's worse if I'm nervous. It's less problematic than it seems."

    He really needed to get Kreska the hell out of his apartment. And then he needed to get Nova into his apartment.

    Not that cuddling on the beach wasn't nice. Despite a distinctly not-cuddly appearance, despite being made almost entirely out of knees and elbows and hard angles that weren't necessarily pleasant in that regard, he did like cuddling. But the thought that she found him even half as attractive as he found her was… distracting. In its potential.

    "Hmm. 'Curmudgeon' makes me sound old. 'Cranky' has the same problem. There is no way to salvage my ego." Siladen didn't have eyelashes, but it still was a very cute gesture. If he'd tried to do something similar he probably would have somehow hurt himself. Too many eyelids for it. "But I suppose that does help," he murmured, because there was very little that could not be improved by her kissing him. The fact that he hadn't actually been slighted didn't hurt, but he thought he would probably forgive her even if he had.