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]

"Not moving doesn't mean not talking, incidentally," she says, trailing her fingertips up his ribcage. "If I want you quiet I'll be unambiguous about that."

[mrglam]

He can't suppress the shiver that her fingertips cause. "Noted," he says, and swallows.

[thinkering]

"What do you suppose I should do about your having moved when I told you not to? What is the point of telling you not to move, after all, if you then," she pinches him, "move."

[mrglam]

His body jolts a little when she pinches him, like an electrical current running through it. "I- don't know?" he says, swallowing again, an involuntary noise escaping his throat.

Also, there in the corner of Lorica's field of view, there are a few objects that hadn't been there before. Unobtrusive, not exactly necessary, but, you know. If she'd like to use them, perhaps, they're there.

[thinkering]

Lorica's eyes flick in that direction.

"Is that a suggestion?" she asks.

[mrglam]

"It's... an option." He doesn't look that way, he can't tear his eyes from her face.

[thinkering]

"Hmm." She looks at them thoughtfully, still sort of sitting on him. "I don't think I yet quite despair of your ability to hold still without mechanical assistance. Let's try this again."

He gets a kiss. And concerted attempts at inducing squirming.

[mrglam]

Was she looking for ways of making him melt?

Well.

And he succumbs to squirming earlier than the previous time. He looks taut like a violin string.

[thinkering]

"Hmm. Your performance is deteriorating. I may lack all those leadership skills they thought I had when they promoted me."

[mrglam]

"Noooo, I'll do better next time, I promise!" He concentrates.

[thinkering]

"We'll see about that."

They see about that.

[mrglam]

He does do better!

But alas, she is too strong for him. He succumbs, eventually.

[thinkering]

"You're not very good at this," she says. "Maybe I should think of something easier for you to do."

[mrglam]

"Nonono, wait, one more time."

Breathe in. Breathe ooooout.

"I can do this."

[thinkering]

Can he really?

[mrglam]

There are a few moments when it looks like he will fail, but he actually does manage it. The intensity and frequency of the noises go up, however.

[thinkering]

"Very good," she says, and he gets a kiss.

[mrglam]

Yessss! Kiss!

"...can I move now?"

[thinkering]

"You may."

[mrglam]

So his arms are around her and he is pulling her onto some quite hungry kisses.

[thinkering]

Eee!

[mrglam]

Eee indeed!

[thinkering]

Kisses. Kisses and snuggles.

[mrglam]

So many of those.

[thinkering]

But eventually: "I should probably rebuild some of my flock of bots today."