behemoth, meet the opposition

[mrglam]

Sadde doesn't seem quite able to focus on homework at the moment. He's fidgeting, and sometimes stares off into space for long periods of time before James has to snap him out of it.

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[thinkering]

Eeeeeeeee!

[mrglam]

Eventually he gets around to the second suggestion, which is that maybe he's wearing too many pants.

[thinkering]

Lorica considers this, but ultimately decides that there are probably the right amount of pants here.

[mrglam]

That's fine by him, too. Most of his other suggestions are off-limits by implication, so he explores some more variations of what he's discovered so far and hits some of her favorite notes a few more times.

[thinkering]

What a snuggly kissy eeeeeeeeeeful afternoon they shall have. Lorica might explore a little too whenever she's not busily melting into the sheets from neck-kisses. Perhaps Sadde also has a "melt" setting? ...She has a hypothesis that his affection for her being evil might mean that he would also have an affection for teeth and fingernails.

[mrglam]

Oh yes.

[thinkering]

Nibble, nibble.

[mrglam]

He makes various appreciative noises. He's somewhat louder than her. And he seems to have a slight preference for nails, especially along his back.

[thinkering]

She has nails. They're pretty long, even, if not up to snappable liability length. Scratch scratch.

[mrglam]

Nnnnhhhhgggg yeeeeeeesssssssss.

"...there is one other implied preference which is even better than nails."

[thinkering]

"Hm?"

[mrglam]

"Weeeeellll... you know the thing where I like it when you have very strong preferences about my behavior?"

[thinkering]

"Yeah?"

[mrglam]

"I still. Um. Like that. Very much."

[thinkering]

"Does it have to be verbal, or anything goes?"

[mrglam]

"I also very much enjoy it when you're creative."

[thinkering]

"Explain?"

[mrglam]

Shrug. "It was just another way of saying 'anything goes.' Or, more generally, if you surprise me, it is very unlikely that will be a negative experience."

[thinkering]

"...How unlikely."

[mrglam]

"Quite unlikely. I'm not sure how to exemplify it. Erm. If the surprise is telling everyone about my power, maybe don't? But I think you have revealed considerable accuracy in tickling me that way. I trust in your judgment."

[thinkering]

"I'm not going to tell everyone about your power!" snorts Lorica.

What she is going to do, apparently, is roll on top of him and hold his arms down.

[mrglam]

...oooooh. He is quite helpless, isn't he.

[thinkering]

Helpless and kissed.

And that is when she says, "Hold still," and does her level best to get him to squirm.

[mrglam]

This. Is a game he enjoys very much. He makes that nonverbally clear. And he tries, how he tries, but he fails at holding still.

[thinkering]

"You moved," she points out.