[His head ducks down, nuzzling against her shoulder.]
Did you know turtles have an extremely good sense of smell? Better than dogs. Now I don't recognize scents I haven't smelled before, but those I have...
[ one of hers, not his; a mix of want and "holy shit holy shit". if he let go of her hands at any point while walling her, she shoves them over her face ]
[ if not, well. congrats. he one hit k.o'd his pigeon. GIVE HER A SECOND. ]
[He absolutely didn't. This is what happens when she propositions him right to the hindbrain.]
[He churrs at that reaction, a leg moving between hers.]
I could take such good care of you. Usually first times are bad because people rush or aren't mindful, but I would be very thorough in studying your reactions. I'm certain it would make up for any clumsiness.
[ aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA this is not giving her a second ]
[ which. of fucking COURSE it isn't, she knew that he was going to react. maybe she hadn't realised how strong it would be when they're out here in the real world rather than in his raw, unfiltered heartspace, but - still. she knew. ]
[ her hands flex in his grip, more of a fidget than a struggle. she wets her lips. swallows. ]
I -
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Y-Your room. Two minutes to breathe, for both of us. And then we talk. Yes?
[ It's still such a new feeling, somebody else's hands — well, hand — on her scarf. Touching it, moving it, the soft fabric shifting against her neck. Makes her shiver, her head dropping back against the wall behind her with the quietest, faintest hint of a chirrupy churr. ]
About that ...
[ Another little tug, but then she leaves his mask alone in favor of trailing her nails up and down the back of his neck. ]
Remember when I told you about those satin PJs I was working on?
The water was calling to him. It had been the hardest about the Temple was that he had to lock himself in his room and be far from the water. At least back home, they could section off parts of the sewer for where they could hang out and decompress on their own.
The lazy river through the ground of their home was doing amazing for his anxiety. It felt far more comfortable to zoom through the water, or just hang out at the bottom. It helped ease the buzzing.
At least until he feels the heat take hold, and then he starts looking for a solution. Either he'll go to his toys...
[ one of his mates, at least, is not difficult to find— Eve having decided for the moment that the best way to deal with the most literal part of her own heat is to strip down to a cropped tank top and shorts and flop by the river, feet and part of her tail dangling in the water. either a terrible or incredible decision, depending on how you look at it.
(...though she's admittedly muzzy-headed enough the part involving tempting her boyfriend wasn't really a conscious one. whoops.) ]
[Oh, its an incredibly decision in Donnie's opinion. He could detect the change in scent in the water, different from the water plants and fish left in there for enrichment and aesthetics. No, that scent was from a very pretty, but different, sight.]
[He moves easily in the water, quick and without disturbing it too much, before finally]
[Finally]
[Finding where she's half in the water.]
[Before reaching up and wrapping his arms around her middle to pull her more into the water.]
[ IN SHE GOES WITH A YELP— with no scent to pick up on he gets her entirely off-guard, earning him a kneejerk attempt to knee him in the gut that is both flaily enough to easily catch and almost immediately pulled anyway, when she realizes whose arms are around her waist. ]
Donnie what the— fffuck.
[ a beat, and then what she was doing catches up to her and the indignation dissolves into giggles ]
Okay, no, I absolutely fucking asked for that, fuck—
[He doesn't really catch the knee, but he's also got the plastron. Its not exactly the nicest thing to knee, but it more pushes him deeper into the water than anything.]
[He churrs, nuzzling her shoulder as he pulls her closer.]
You did. [His voice is low, more growly than normal.] I could smell you down river.
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Others..... [He's breathing heavy, leaning forward to nuzzle her cheek.]
Depends how much you want me to keep control.
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[ ... rests her head back against the wall, subtly canted to bare the shoulder he marked before. ]
Tempting. But maybe I shouldn't reveal my whole hand just yet.
... Especially when you've got me pinned to the temple wall.
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[His head ducks down, nuzzling against her shoulder.]
Did you know turtles have an extremely good sense of smell? Better than dogs. Now I don't recognize scents I haven't smelled before, but those I have...
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[ thhhhhat was a hitch. uh oh. ]
[ bonks her head back lightly against said wall, grumbling, ] Oh, fuck me.
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[That was a low and rumbley murmur.]
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[ one of hers, not his; a mix of want and "holy shit holy shit". if he let go of her hands at any point while walling her, she shoves them over her face ]
[ if not, well. congrats. he one hit k.o'd his pigeon. GIVE HER A SECOND. ]
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[He churrs at that reaction, a leg moving between hers.]
I could take such good care of you. Usually first times are bad because people rush or aren't mindful, but I would be very thorough in studying your reactions. I'm certain it would make up for any clumsiness.
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[ which. of fucking COURSE it isn't, she knew that he was going to react. maybe she hadn't realised how strong it would be when they're out here in the real world rather than in his raw, unfiltered heartspace, but - still. she knew. ]
[ her hands flex in his grip, more of a fidget than a struggle. she wets her lips. swallows. ]
I -
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Y-Your room. Two minutes to breathe, for both of us. And then we talk. Yes?
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[He trills softly, nipping lightly at her shoulder through her shirt.]
Deal.
[But then he steps back, letting go of one hand, but now tugging her to Robin's Egg.]
[Might be a bit faster now.]
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Cute.
[He follows her to her room, waiting until they were in her room, before his free hand moves to her shoulder to push her to the wall.]
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[ thhhhat's a wall ]
[ there's a squeak. and a swallow. a squellow, if you will ]
Y'know, I was about .5 seconds away from throwing you over my shoulder back there? I feel like that's important context for you to have.
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[He pins the hand he has against the wall, nuzzling just under her ear, another teasing nibble at the base of her jaw.]
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[ She tilts her head back and to the side, giving him access … as much access as can be given when she's very much wearing her scarf right now ]
"That'll show him who's boss" ...
[ tugs his mask tails gently, playfully, with her still-free hand ]
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Well, not without going from zero to a hundred. It would put me quite close to your tail.
[There's a lot churr at the tug, lightly scraping a prominent canine against her jaw, his other hand reaching to tug questioningly at her scarf.]
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I would die.
[ Goodbye cruel world, remember her fondly. She'd have died as she lived: being bullied by a dumb boy. ]
An' prob'ly fall flat on my face in the process.
[ She does nod, though, at the questioning tug. ]
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I'll put it on the list of things to try with biting that lovely spot between your wings.
[He tugs off he scarf, slowly as he teases her jaw and cheek with light brushes of his teeth.]
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About that ...
[ Another little tug, but then she leaves his mask alone in favor of trailing her nails up and down the back of his neck. ]
Remember when I told you about those satin PJs I was working on?
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Spicy Season in Seasons
The lazy river through the ground of their home was doing amazing for his anxiety. It felt far more comfortable to zoom through the water, or just hang out at the bottom. It helped ease the buzzing.
At least until he feels the heat take hold, and then he starts looking for a solution. Either he'll go to his toys...
Or, well.
Find one of his mates.
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(...though she's admittedly muzzy-headed enough the part involving tempting her boyfriend wasn't really a conscious one. whoops.) ]
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[He moves easily in the water, quick and without disturbing it too much, before finally]
[Finally]
[Finding where she's half in the water.]
[Before reaching up and wrapping his arms around her middle to pull her more into the water.]
[Not UNDER it.]
[But definitely in it.]
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Donnie what the— fffuck.
[ a beat, and then what she was doing catches up to her and the indignation dissolves into giggles ]
Okay, no, I absolutely fucking asked for that, fuck—
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[He churrs, nuzzling her shoulder as he pulls her closer.]
You did. [His voice is low, more growly than normal.] I could smell you down river.
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...Let's pretend I was smart enough to do it on purpose, then.
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My majestic ferrous. It was such a wondrous tease.
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No, I was just too fucking hot. In the not fun way.
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