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dogbane) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-10-20 05:21 pm
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07. It's not your fault that they hover (closed)
CHARACTERS: Remus Lupin, William Tsang, Claire Bennet, and Severus Snape
LOCATION: 5th floor passenger quarters corridor.
WARNINGS: Mild sexual content, cursing, CW soundtrack
SUMMARY: Trouble in space purgatory.
NOTES: 8D
I. Remus
Despite the initial fumble (--mean if you're tired I can come back later) (no) (no?) (yes) (oh you know) (unless you were heading to work) (oops-- sorry) (I've got whisky) (I've got whisky too) (the coffee's a nice touch) (well it was for me and a casual air but you looked like you could use it), William eventually got a friendly hand under the werewolf's shirt and Remus' face fell onto William's face before they finished getting to the bed and the key synergystic reaction of whiskey and coffee kicked in.
By the time William gets around to telling Heather about it, this tryst will have taken an epically prolonged and strenouous and wildly fervent length of time and also involved some really challenging skeletal restructuring. In reality, though, Remus is a little bit tired and William is very aware how nice his mouth looks after the administration of a blowjob, so it turns out not much more than a couple of those, and kissing of parts that wouldn't be bothered by the taste that lapses into a rather forward discussion of coffee breath.
"Here," William says after, climbing on to sit on the sticky lump of werewolf who hasn't moved off the bed. He passes Remus a toothbrush loaded with minty paste. "Don't say I never gave you anything."
II. Remus, Claire, and Severus
Time is of little consequence aboard the Tranquility, which doesn't have a sun or any reliable timekeeping devices or other standard of measurement other than the dubious pattern of Jumps and the passengers' circadian rhythms. William doesn't really know what time it is by the time he gets enough shoes on to start walking out of Remus' quarters. His alarm for his next shift hasn't started, but Remus seems to be drifting off between increasingly discombobulated snatches of conversation, and it seems good to start the departure process early. They appear to have achieved an understanding. Or, minimally, that Remus hadn't been weird about it last time seems to warrant a calculated reduction of weirdness in turn. Lying around for an hour of neurotic rumination and eventual boredom, sorely cognizant of sexiquette, seems like it would be weird.
William steps out into the corridor. Takes a breath of cooler air, pulling his shirt down his ribs. Despite his confidence that no one would be able to differentiate sex hair from his usual state of fluff, he tosses an arm up over his head to try and tame the follicles. He throws Remus a wave he isn't sure that the wizard can see, and then he turns around.
The audience should be reminded that horrible events are not uncommon in the corridors of the Tranquility.
LOCATION: 5th floor passenger quarters corridor.
WARNINGS: Mild sexual content, cursing, CW soundtrack
SUMMARY: Trouble in space purgatory.
NOTES: 8D
I. Remus
Despite the initial fumble (--mean if you're tired I can come back later) (no) (no?) (yes) (oh you know) (unless you were heading to work) (oops-- sorry) (I've got whisky) (I've got whisky too) (the coffee's a nice touch) (well it was for me and a casual air but you looked like you could use it), William eventually got a friendly hand under the werewolf's shirt and Remus' face fell onto William's face before they finished getting to the bed and the key synergystic reaction of whiskey and coffee kicked in.
By the time William gets around to telling Heather about it, this tryst will have taken an epically prolonged and strenouous and wildly fervent length of time and also involved some really challenging skeletal restructuring. In reality, though, Remus is a little bit tired and William is very aware how nice his mouth looks after the administration of a blowjob, so it turns out not much more than a couple of those, and kissing of parts that wouldn't be bothered by the taste that lapses into a rather forward discussion of coffee breath.
"Here," William says after, climbing on to sit on the sticky lump of werewolf who hasn't moved off the bed. He passes Remus a toothbrush loaded with minty paste. "Don't say I never gave you anything."
II. Remus, Claire, and Severus
Time is of little consequence aboard the Tranquility, which doesn't have a sun or any reliable timekeeping devices or other standard of measurement other than the dubious pattern of Jumps and the passengers' circadian rhythms. William doesn't really know what time it is by the time he gets enough shoes on to start walking out of Remus' quarters. His alarm for his next shift hasn't started, but Remus seems to be drifting off between increasingly discombobulated snatches of conversation, and it seems good to start the departure process early. They appear to have achieved an understanding. Or, minimally, that Remus hadn't been weird about it last time seems to warrant a calculated reduction of weirdness in turn. Lying around for an hour of neurotic rumination and eventual boredom, sorely cognizant of sexiquette, seems like it would be weird.
William steps out into the corridor. Takes a breath of cooler air, pulling his shirt down his ribs. Despite his confidence that no one would be able to differentiate sex hair from his usual state of fluff, he tosses an arm up over his head to try and tame the follicles. He throws Remus a wave he isn't sure that the wizard can see, and then he turns around.
The audience should be reminded that horrible events are not uncommon in the corridors of the Tranquility.