abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

The grey skin is hot, but you probably assumed I'd think that.

[She's not subtle about what she's into.]

Your eyes are a beautiful color. And your hair is gorgeous? Extremely fun to play with, but also just incredible to look at.

-The orange smile is pretty cool.

...

[He'll go ahead and pull back, then, purely so he can look at her as he talks -
And, as one would expect, happily shakes out his hair when she mentions it. Preening almost.]

Thank you. That is exactly what I needed to hear - and I do take great care of my hair.
"Orange smile", though...

You mean these?

[That's followed with him hooking a pinky in the corner of his mouth, pulling back his lips so she can see all his teeth - and the way they grow sharp the further back in his mouth they go.]

Exactly those! Big fan of the sharp ones, too.

[What a surprise.]

You're very hot.

[His smile curls bigger and tighter, hearing that, and he lets go again so he can speak.]

I do feel you're biased... but at the same time, I also certainly agree.
Finally, someone else sees it as easily as I do.

[weeooo weeooo giant ego alert]

[... A thought gets his expression to soften again just a bit, though, and he reaches down to take one of her hands. Just to play with her fingers.]

... You are free to play with my hair whenever you'd like, as well.
The last time anyone else has was... well -
If you put aside the Wasp shoving me in a chair to brush it for me, it would have been Jean braiding it when we were younger.

It's such a shame no one else seems to want to - is that something you must be friends with others for?

[She intertwines her fingers with his.]

I think so, honestly? It's like a boundary thing - there are plenty of people who would smack your hand away if you tried to touch their hair without permission.

Mm... what a shame, then, working so hard to make sure it's soft to the touch.
At least I have you to appreciate it, I suppose.

[... If Evangeline thought he had a healthy idea of boundaries, she's free to dump those thoughts now.
Because, yeah, he doesn't quite understand why you'd need to be friends for something like that.

Likewise, does not occur to him at all that the way he laces his fingers with hers, essentially straddling her lap at this point, isn't exactly something "just friends" do.
Despite the fact that in his mind, she is exactly that.]

[They're friends with benefits? This seems normal?]

I will play with your hair extra to make up for it. -Any other body parts that need extra appreciation?

...

All of them?

[ma'am he is a touch starved narcissist, he would like attention on everything everywhere please]

Damn, I guess I better get started.

[She kisses him. The previous kisses had been light and chaste, but this is firmer and more intense. The kind of kiss that leads to making out that leads to fucking.]

[- Oh! She's getting so good at taking him off guard with these things!
But the kiss is returned, of course. As best he can, despite the fact that even now, his kisses are inexperienced and clumsy.

There's no hesitance to it, though. The moment his brain catches up, she's getting him in full force - he does not want to just kiss, and that's clear enough from the energy behind it.]

[She can handle inexperience, it's more than made up for by enthusiasm. She kisses him deeply, muffled moans against his lips.

The hand that isn't holding his tangles in his hair as she parts her lips for him.]

[If there's something to be said about Louis, it's that he certainly has enthusiasm and zeal for these things... and he's more than happy to take every little thing that's given to him.
Case in point -

She barely needs to part her lips at all for him to take it as an invitation, tongue delving in to sweep across hers without an ounce of pause or thought.
Letting out a heavy, heated puff of breath against her cheek as he does, well aware that it's not going to take much for him to end up hard over this.]

[Perfect. She tangles her tongue with his, more muffled moans and gasps of pleasure swallowed up by his mouth.

She needs more hands. Luckily she can have more hands, and she feels at his shirt hem to see if he's wearing something where she can slip her hand under his shirt to feel his chest, or if his pants are in the way again.]

[Luckily for her, not all of his clothing options pin him in his clothes like a doofus -
His shirt's nice and light and airy, plenty easy for her to reach beneath and pull a soft little gasp from him against her lips.

The fact that she's willing to touch him so unabashedly is something he appreciates about her, honestly, and it makes him wish he could return it - but it'd be a bit difficult, each others' arms getting in the way...
So instead, he'll bring his free hand up to cup her face, letting his fingers push into her hair behind her ear as the claw-like nail on his thumb presses against her cheek.

Just to hold her face where he'd like it as he shares his magic with her, gleefully exploring her teeth with his tongue.]

[Absolutely perfect. Colors dance at the corners of her vision, music playing distantly. The effects of his magic don't deter her at all, only driving her to even more eagerly deepen the kiss.

She strokes over his stomach, his chest. He doesn't have much in the way of pecs but she gives them a squeeze anyway.]

[He can tell - when his magic starts to flood her mind, he can tell just from how much she starts looking for more out of this kiss of theirs.
A moan manages to pass between them as he turns his head, pressing in to share as much of his toxins with her as he possibly can... quietly grateful that this is something she seems to enjoy, even though he can't promise her that all her visions will always be pleasant.

Can he control the hallucinations, once she has them?
Yes.
But that requires active thought, which isn't really in large supply when her hands are wandering across his skin like this.

He may not have much in the way of any muscle definition, really, but the light grip is appreciated regardless - Louis pressing into her hand just to chase the warmth of it against his cool skin, already needing to shift from knee-to-knee above her lap where he sits.]

[They're something that is uniquely his. Kissing him is like kissing no other person, and for that she prizes it even more than she normally would.

A hand gropes at her chest - it takes a moment for her to realize it's not his. Still, she acquiesces, pulling back from the kiss in order to unbutton her suit jacket and toss it carelessly to the side. Then her blouse follows the same way, leaving her in her bra and skirt.

Dropping the protection of her EGO suit on the floor, because she doesn't need it.]

[Even better for her - the more she kisses him, the more of his magic she'll take in, and the stronger the effects become.
If this were the land of the dead, she'd already be blessed with enough Orange magic to end up with second sight, seeing all the spirits invisible to everyone else.

It takes him a second, though, to understand what she's just done -
He ends up pulling out of the kiss, chest heaving as he looks down between them... and it clicks. She's taken off her EGO suit.
He had convinced himself she wore it here to protect herself from him, and yet... she's happily stripped it off, trusting him implicitly.
(Or so he thinks.)

Give him a second. He has to try very hard not to tear up over this whole idea.
Something he's sure will help - he frees his hand from her hair to reach out and take one of her breasts, massaging it gently in his palm as he goes back in for another kiss.]

[Oblivious to his turmoil, she moans into his mouth, pushing her chest into his hand eagerly. Not even the slightest hesitation, here.

She runs her fingers through his hair, once again scritching the base of his horns like he'd liked so much as she kisses him as deeply as she can.]

[The turmoil, thankfully, is ambient - he can feel it brew in the back of his mind, but he's able to push it down so he can try and focus on her and her alone, instead.
Rubbing her chest with his palm as he finally grinds his hips down against hers, letting out a heady sounding hum against her lips.

...

All of which is immediately put on pause when she starts scratching at his horn like that.
Even his hand stills completely, just a nice, firm, unmoving hold on her breast.
Sorry, Eva. That's his Shut Up And Stop Thinking button.]

[Oh, oops. She was just happily grinding back against him when he froze. She stops scritching his horn and pulls back, looking sheepish.]

Feels nice, hard to do anything during?

[She stops the scritching and he seems to recover, blinking at her a bit before looking down between them as his face starts to tint a nice, deep orange in embarrassment.]

M-mm... I, ah -
I have never... had someone touch my horns like that. Before.
I suppose they're quite sensitive...

Maybe for after-sex cuddling then.

Would you mind lifting your hips for me? I like your fashion, but I really want to get you naked.

Yes - yes! I can do that, yes, give me just a moment...

[He has to shift a bit on his knees, making sure he's stable before he lifts himself up onto them from off of her lap.
Holding onto her shoulders delicately, of course.]

... I feel as though I should have dressed more... attractively for this, rather than simple loungewear -
But at least that should make your job much easier, here.

[Seriously. Alongside that airy shirt, he's just in... pants. Nothing fancy at all.
They're wide-legged, even, for comfort's sake. Scandalous??]

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welp time for the nsfw warning,

they had a good run

time for them to be Extremely Emotionally Charged

what do you mean surely this will be normal sex with zero feelings

surely! no reason for feelings here, none at all

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eva taking off her shirt after groping herself like https://i.imgur.com/L5qBYDL.png

like you don't hallucinate someone copping a feel all the time (no that's just you eva)

i mean. lbr he probably has. he's had ten years to hallucinate all kindsa things

she's speedrunning it

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