weaponwithoutpurpose

weaponwithoutpurpose

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From:

handleyourshit

Well, I can't speak for Astarion, even though I'm pretty confident he'll agree -

Part of being comfortable together is being able to laugh together if something ridiculous happens. If you mean stupid as in asinine, just try not to double down and we'll figure it out with a little grace and a little patience.

That's everything. Sex, and anything else that is 'that deep.'

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

Yeah, alright.

[Despite the words, it's not dismissive. The one is grateful, a little breathless with it.]

Never really had to worry about this before.

From:

handleyourshit

You don't have to worry about this now. I promise.

How many partners have you had? Men or women?

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

Two? Three, maybe. Depends on what you mean by partners.

From:

handleyourshit

Sexual, in this case.

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

Three.

From:

handleyourshit

And did you ever experiment with anything in particular, besides just straightforward friction to orgasm?

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

[Another awkward pause. It's one thing to do something, but quite another to speak so openly about it.]

Uh, not really. Had a girl tie my hands once. But that's it.

From:

handleyourshit

[Rosita has run into this kind of awkwardness before, though, and she's practiced at guiding less experienced partners through it.

She knows how she would've like to have been guided through it, so her voice warms with approval - with interest - but she's careful not to let it tip over into anything too explicit, into anything teasing or, in this moment, lustful.]

Sounds like a good time. I have more questions, but - would it be easier for you in person? Or stay like this?

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

Come on over.

From:

handleyourshit

On my way.

[And she is, bearing with her the fruits of a quick scavenging run on the dining hall: four oranges, and a bag of chips.

She smiles for him when the door opens.]

Hey, gorgeous.

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

Same to you. [He moves aside to let her in and slings an arm around her shoulder.

Hes picked up his cabin, for the most part, and Mae is sleeping happily in her crate.]

From:

handleyourshit

She looks around, because she always does, and slips her pack to the floor by the door. She offers him one of the oranges, and then uses that hand to hook around his over her shoulders.

"Come sit with me, tell me more about this encounter with this girl. Only what you're comfortable with, but: what'd she use? Did you like it?"

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

The only difference in his room now is the picture Norton had restored for him. It's a sketch of praying hands atop his dresser.

He joins her, leaning back on his elbows.

"I didn't hate it," he says. "She used uh - those fuzzy handcuff things. Didn't like that cuz I knew they'd break if I tried anything. But she was into it and I just wanted to get laid."

From:

handleyourshit

"You would've preferred something more secure rather than something you could get out of?" she asks, a little surprised by that.

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

"Not with her. Not then. But if I'm gonna do something, I don't want to be thinking too hard about not moving my hands and accidentally breaking her shit," he laughs.

From:

handleyourshit

"We don't have to do anything," she says, just to have said it. She tucks one leg under herself, settles close enough to his hip to lean against him or vice if she wants, but facing.

"I'm - perfectly happy getting laid. Nothing wrong with that." And nothing wrong with continuing.

"But I do have some ideas. If you wanted to experiment a bit more - just the two of us, or the three of us. Or if you wanted to run something past me for you and Astarion." Since he said he was worried about doing something stupid.

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

He rests his hand on her leg. "Never really thought about it. Sex was just - a way to get off, you know? Nothing really to it. But - you two just - I don't know. Make it fun. So I'm open to trying things."

From:

handleyourshit

"Good."

That's important. Whatever else is true, that's important.

"I just - think trust is a weak point for all three of us. And there are ways to build it in small or big ways with sex, which is... easier. Mostly."

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

"Less for me, I think. I don't get fucked over by people the way you two did," he explains because his awareness of his own situation is still murky at best.

"I just - don't know my own place sometimes."

From:

handleyourshit

The corner of her mouth quirks, but she doesn't argue; that's the beauty of something as simple as intimate surrender like she's talking about. He'll feel it or he won't. It'll build or it won't. That's all.

She drapes one arm over his on her leg, her other braced lightly against him, thumb stroking idly.

"Want to try an experiment?"

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

His breath catches in his chest for a moment, the movement making his brain stutter step.

"Yeah," he says, looking down to their hands and then her face.

From:

handleyourshit

His reaction, the strength of it, makes her smile - and there's coy mischief underlying it.

"Good," she says, and looks around them in the room before pulling away to stand.

"What's your safeword?" She doubts they'll need it, but she wants to establish the exit strategy early, often, and well.

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

He watches her move, tilting his head as he thinks. He's obviously never thought about it, but he finds one on the fly.

"Uh - Zulu." Easy to remember.

From:

handleyourshit

"Zulu," she echoes, ending up shrugging off her outermost shirt. It's a lightweight buttondown, well worn, and she spends a moment folding it over and over itself with the long sleeves like tails in her hands, but pauses to focus on him for one more moment.

She cups the side of his face, fingertips holding his jaw gently but firmly so their eyes can meet, thumb stroking his cheek.

"Any time, for any reason, no questions asked and no foul. Yeah?" she says seriously, dark eyes searching his.