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[ IT'S EXTREMELY RUDE. Doubly rude that he has the gall to be aquatic; it's going to be hard to drown him in retaliation. ]

Don't! Dunk! Your pigeon!

[ She's still going to try though. It's just. Not very graceful. At all. There's much splashing of waterlogged wings and flailing about as she tries to get at him, and even more as she tries to dunk him under. Which ... honestly, she's probably accidentally dunking herself more often than anything else. ]

[There is quite a lot of laughing, even under the water, even if there's a lot of weird gaping open mouth motions under the water. His breathing underwater is weird.]

[At least she will get to throttle him a lot under the water.]

[ GOOD. RUDE. ]

Ugh, boys!

[ Finally lets him go, turning to "stomp" back to shore. If by "stomp" we mean paddle awkwardly, and uh

Possibly sink if the water is deep enough she can't touch the bottom ]

[It]

[It is, whoops.]

[He's quicker to move to help support her when she starts sinking though.]

[Chirp. Careful.]

Can't tell me careful when you're the one who dunked me in the first place -

[ Scrambles to hold onto him, only to let go again abruptly when she it sinks in that his soft shell is exposed and that she just touched it. She shouldn't do that, right? Or ... should she? Somehow both seem true. ]

Edited 2023-03-13 07:19 (UTC)

[Hand on his back-]

[Panic?]

[No.]

[Mate.]

[SAFE.]

[There was a brief moment of tension.]

[And then a churr as he wraps an arm firmly around her, moving her to the bank even as he nuzzles her shoulder.]

[ He's carrying however many pounds of throughly waterlogged pigeon like she's nothing. Even with the added buoyancy from the water, and her lingering indignation from the dunking, that's still ... ]

[ Maybe it's a little hot. Just a little. ]

Don't think you're gonna get away with this just by being cute. [ GRUMBLES. But even with the griping, she tentatively moves her hand back to where it was, lightly touching the outer edge of his leathery shell. She tilts her head to boop it against the side of his. ]

[There is a shiver that goes through his frame as she touches his back and he chirps again.]

[Safe.]

[He pulls her to the edge of the river and will let her settle-]

[While settling against her, nuzzling her shoulder, hands moving to her side.]

[ n. nooo. no it's hard to be mad at him when he's chirping safe like that. that's unfair ]

...

[ chirps back at him: play? ]

[He trills a bit. Considering.]

[Play. Mate.]

[He nuzzles a little higher, brushing over her neck.]

[ — a sharp inhale. she goes still. tenses. ]

[ but she doesn't shove him away ]

[Safe. Mate.]

[There are more chirps as he drifts lightly over her neck because]

[That's what it feels like. Safety. With a good potential mate. She's cute and warm and he likes her and it feels so simple here to just Act.]

[ Well. This is one way to thoroughly derail her plans. ]

[ Her breathing stutters. She tenses. … Relaxes. Tenses again. Settles, little bit by little bit. She's still nervous, but after that initial brush and the first rush of reflexive fear, it's more … thrilling than scary. Safe. Mate. He doesn't want to hurt her. He's not going to hurt her. ]

I - don't know if I should be letting you do this - [ Her hand shifts up to the back of his neck, curling there, not so much gripping as holding, loose but warm ]

[ Chirps back to him, more tentative, questioning: Mate? Mine? ]

[ Claim? ]

[The touch is gentle. Exploratory. Patience. Something croons in his mind to be patient, what parts of him that haven't submerged themselves entirely in the role that this place brings out.]

[He's doing something to test the waters. He has to wait for a response before he pushes for more.]

[Hands trace circles at her sides, slipping slowly under her shirt and up along her back.]

[Then]

[Those chirps. Those words.]

[He presses closer with a deep, rumbly churr.]

[Mine.]

[Teeth lightly scraping over her neck.]

[ Teeth ]

[ Teeth on her neck, teeth on her neck and it should be terrifying. It should be. It shouldn't feel this good, it shouldn't feel like a tease, it shouldn't leave her aching for more ]

Oh, hell —

[ She pulls away, but she doesn't go far …

Because she is, in fact, just straight up climbing into his lap. An illusion of control, the comfort of being close when she's still nervous ... and it lets her hide her face against his shoulder. ]

I was going to teach you a lesson, you know. [ Her lips brush his scales as she talks, and again when she chirps, play, chase, fight, win. ] Maybe I still should.

Edited 2023-03-13 17:38 (UTC)

[Donnie trills in disappointment as she pulls away. He debates a moment to pursue. It's gentle, he could still get her as a mate-]

[Except then he's being pushed and she's climbing onto him. He chirps in confusion at the move, instinct less familiar with the move, but]

[She's close.]

[He churrs, nuzzling her neck as she makes those strange sounds. Something teasing, he thinks.]

[Chirping. Play. Chase. Mate. His hands running up her back, teeth nipping harder at her neck.]

[ She's not sure which is more surprising: that he's being so bold in his advances — teeth sharp but gentle against her neck, making her gasp and squirm in his lap — or his patience. There's something … different about this. Different from what, exactly, she doesn't know. It's hard to care too much with his hands and mouth on her skin. ]

M-Mate, huh. [ A follow-up chirp, mate. She nuzzles against his shoulder, trails kisses along to the crook of his neck. Chirps again, questioning, breed? mate? mine? ]

[ She bites down there, right where his neck and shoulder meet, at first so gentle it's nothing more than a tease, slowly pressing harder, letting him feel …

… But then she lets go, and unless he grabs her real fast she yeets herself straight out of his lap to make a run for it, with a trilling chirp, Play! ]

Catch me if you can!

[Invitation. Heat rushes through him, hands gripping her sides, hips rolling up against her. He chirps excitedly. Breed! Mate! Mine mine mine! his hands grip at her more, not holding her down, but letting her feel his interest, as his hands move over her back and sides. Mouth trailing and teeth nipping at her neck, still gentle so far, only leaving light red marks.]

[Then there are teeth at his neck and he churrs and chirps encouragement, his want, head tilting more for a mark.]

[Then the warmth is away and he clicks and chirps in distress, head snapping after her.]

[He growls, not threatening, but definitely aggressive. Determined. Then he's on his hands and knees, and bolts after her.]

[ So, here's the thing.

She's soaked. Completely drenched. Her wings are so fucking heavy right now. Even though it's lovely out, a beautiful warm sunny day, it's going to take a while for them to dry. They'll slow her down. Not ideal when Donnie can be blindingly fast, and she knows from his growl — and fuck, that gets to her — that he's not going to go easy on her.

Good.

Because here's the other thing — even weighed down like this, she has ways to make him work for it anyway. She switches her ability from flight to speed and lets herself go, laughing, zig-zagging, dipping into Concrete Jungle for the extra agility. ]

[She definitely needs it. Donnie isn't holding back, not when he's been invited to chase down his mate. Playful, exciting, but he's too eager to make a proper claim. Not when his mate is so pretty and fast and wonderful.]

[He launches himself into the trees. The ground risks losing his footing. Branches he can grab and get himself back on proper track to keep up his pursuit when she changes root. Launching off tree trunks and the base of thick branches also helps.]

[He growls and chirps after her. Mine. Mate. Soon.]

[ There's nothing quite like the thrill of a chase. She knows he isn't holding back, and it spurs her on to run faster, to run smarter, using the trees and other obstacles to her advantage whenever she can. It won't be enough, but that's okay. Escaping was never the point. ]

[ She chirps back to him, laughing, breathless, teasing him with calls to catch her if he wants to claim her. ]

[ There's a bend in the river coming up, and the ground slopes down to meet it. The grass is longer, more lush, and here and there are smaller streams and pools. Tricky conditions for a currently flightless pigeon. Uh oh. She leaps over one of the pools but fumbles the landing; has to dive into a forward roll to save herself from going splat right then and there, losing speed and valuable seconds in the process. ]

[She keeps changing directions and he keeps chirping after her. Because she wants to play, so hiding isn't the point, its to keep her going. Stealth is for when he has the element of surprise or the enemy and she's not either of those.]

[With each change, he gets his feet on a tree trunk and launches himself forward to make up that bit of distance to keep close, moving like a gymnast between branches.]

[Boy really is so much more flexible without that battleshell.]

[He can smell the water ahead of them and that just makes him all the more excited, pushing harder to catch up, until he has to go back to the ground again as the trees are no longer relevant in the wetland.]

[She trips and he digs his toes into the mud and launches himself at her in a tackle.]

[ Any loss of speed is a Capital B Bad when it comes to Concrete Jungle, and the tricky underfoot conditions sure aren't helping her recover her stride. She has just enough time to think, uh oh, when — ]

[ OOPS. TACKLED. ]

[ Rather than try to throw him off, which would be technically smarter, Korone goes all in for a good roll-around wrestle, trying to pin him ]

Edited 2023-03-16 11:46 (UTC)

[He has her!]

[Oh, but she's struggling-]

[Play?]

[A questioning chirp as they roll over the ground. He is still struggling, still remembers play, but it's more to avoid getting pinned than pinning before confirmation this is part of her game than a protest.]

[ She chirps back immediately, enthusiastically, "Play!" And follows it up with an encouraging nip at his shoulder. ]

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