Difference between revisions of "Log:Glamourizing"

23 November, 2019

Mavis comes home after visiting Widget. She has questions for Amity about glamour. NSFW-ishly? I don't know how to gauge these things.

Old Manse, Kitchen

      The sound of the front door sent Amity down the stairs. She'd been up in her room, working away at some project or other and the signal that her girlfriend has arrived home is all it takes for her to give up on /that/ and head down. She emerges into the second-floor hallway in time to meet Mavis just as the other woman is coming up the stairs. She smiles and reaches out to tug the other woman into a hug, accompanying it with a little kiss on the cheek. "Welcome home, starlight. How was your hangout with Wij?" She looked the other woman up and down critically for a moment, trying to make sure that the gremlin had smeared too much grease on her lover. "Have a good time?"

      Mavis sheds her winter gear in the mudroom, taking it a few steps further today and stripping all of the way down to her panties and bra. She comes out of the mudroom, closing the door behind her while her skin prickles from the cold and Amity is making her way down the stairs. The artist beams a smile at her, lifting her clothes in her hand on her way into the kitchen.

      "Widget," she says by way of explanation and Amity would probably recognize those rust-colored stains. "She dropped her-- what's it called-- mask today." Mavis tawny shoulders, back, rump, and thighs are presented to Amity as she breezes through the kitchen to the laundry nook. There's the sound of the washer door opening, closing, buttons being pressed. It could be assumed that Mavis uses a TON of soap for this load. She pokes her head out through the little curtain dividing the laundry nook from the kitchen and frowns at Amity.

      "Got pretty huggy." She steps back out into the kitchen. "And touchy. And talkative."

      Amity follows into the kitchen. She doesn't comment on the lack of clothes--yet. Though she has the idea that her girlfriend? Probably pretty chilly like that. Even so, she leans against the counter, waiting and watching as the laundry machine is loaded. That's Widget for you--she is such a touchy person and yet so... well, filthy, basically. It's unfortunate, Amity thinks. She's such a nice girl. She tilts her head to one side, then lets out a little half-snort of amusement.

      "Touchy and talkative sounds like Widget," she says casually for a moment. "You're just getting an eyeful of the whole neighborhood at this rate," she adds, finally responding to the news of Widget's dropped mask. "I'm glad she trusts you enough to show you, though. She's been through a lot and I think she's, you know... lonely. I know that I was for a long time when I got back."

      Mavis shoots her girlfriend a stern stare after she doesn't seem to quite pick up on what she was being told. "No, I mean that she got /really/ touchy with me," she explains, padding over to slip her body against Amity's to leech on her warmth. Her face turns to pillow against a shoulder and she sighs.

      "I don't think she meant anything by it," informs Mavis, sounding confused. "The language barrier really makes it hard sometimes to get what she's saying, but she said that's why she /showed/ me."

      Mavis leans back to peer at Amity with her soft, brown eyes and the arching of a black brow. "You might as well tell me about this Glamour stuff," she chides her girlfriend. "Widget already told me enough that you'd better just set the record straight because HALF of what she said was just confusing."

      Amity groans quietly as she wraps Mavis up in her arms and nuzzles into her hair. Here, get warm babe. "Oh. Yes. I speak Spanish and sometimes it can still be hard to understand her, you know? I doubt she meant anything by it either, honestly." She hesitates for a moment as Mavis asks her about Glamour and she purses her lips. OKay. This is going to be a fun one to answer.

      "What did she tell you? I'll do my best to explain..."

      She rolls her eyes at Amity and says to her, "Why don't you just tell me about it rather than make me do half the work while you skirt around the answers?" Oooookkkay. So, Mavis could get a little snarky sometimes. The mortal closes her eyes and sighs, cuddling against Amity again. "I'm sorry, it has just.. been a really long day. Widget told me she burned up all of her magic and needed more. She took some, said that it felt good, and then--"

      Mavis starts to touch Amity. Her hands push against her, flat against her belly, and greedily slip up to grasp at her breasts as the rest of Mavis' tawny, curvy body almost seems to undulate against the Changeling woman. Then, just as quickly, Mavis stops.

      "She asked if she could have some more glamour-- where she did /that/ to me." All of that groping. "Which is the point she was making, I guess? So, I asked if she thought that /you/ did that glamour thing to me-- you know-- during... hemhem." She clears her throat, trying to be polite. "And she said yes, so..." Mavis peers at Amity, arms straight out between them, and her skin prickling from the cold. "Do you?"

      Amity sighs. Her gaze drops away and there's a taut shrug of her shoulders. "...Okay, sorry." Her instinct is to retreat, even when Mavis explains that it's been a long day. Which Amity can understand, given how exhausting it can be to deal with Widget's seemingly boundless energy and so forth. She opens her mouth, trying to formulate a reply when Mavis just... pushes up against her like that. Fuck. Oh fuck. What? Widget did that? Amity's cheeks are burning.

      "No. I haven't taken any glamour from you. While we're. You know. Having sex." Amity manages to put the words together in a way that makes sense after a moment. Her hands are pretty much on bare skin no matter where she outs them and she can feel the warmth of Mavis' body beneath her fingers. That's distracting. Really. Distracting.

      She waits for answers, but still doesn't really get them. Not all of them. Mavis searches Amity's eyes behind her big-framed glasses and finds that she believes the words coming out of her girlfriend's mouth.

      "But you have?" she asks, tentatively, and tilting her head to peer at Amity at a slight angle and from beneath her lashes. "It's okay, you know. I just.. want to know how that works. Is it safe? Widget said it's not something Lost like you and her /need/, but the others do."

      Amity wonders, sometimes, what Mavis thinks now that she knows what Amity looks like behind the mask she wears. Wonders if it bothers her to only see pale blue eyes and blonde hair instead of glittering sapphire blue and golden thread. But... that's not important. She squeezes Mavis a little tighter, swallows.

      "I have. Twice. And it's... There's not really a good way of explaining how it works. Like, when you can induce strong emotion--or just know someone is feeling it, it's like--reaching out to pick something off a tree? Like. It's there. You can take it. That's the best way I can put it? And... yes, it's safe. As far as I've seen and been told it doesn't hurt anyone." She purses her lips, turns an answer in ehr head. "And yes. We don't need it the same way that true creatures of the Fae do, but... it's useful. It lets us use our magic and what not. Not everyone uses it. Some of us refuse. Others... it's just too handy not to." A few beats of silence follow.

      "And, you know. Taking it feels amazing..."

      Mavis nods along with what Amity is saying, looking like she's filing away all of these little details. She chews at her lip in thought, eyes glancing off at the kitchen stove while she parses this new information. "Okay," she says, peering back at Amity, and she stops gnawing at her bottom lip to smile at the Lost. "Thank you. For explaining it to me."

      She slips back against Amity, snuggling her chest against the warmth seeping out through her girlfriend's clothes. "That makes a lot of sense with what Widget said, except-- you know-- way less confusing," she says close to Amity's ear then turns her face to press a kiss to the side of the Changeling woman's neck. "So... It feels good /and/ you can use it to fuel your magic." There's another kiss, this one a little wet and given with the swipe of her tongue. She's purring against Amity's ear. "What does it feel like?"

      Amity smiles back at Mavis, a wan expression of relief flickering onto her features for a moment. This whole thing ha been a little uncertain but it was nice to know that Mavis understood. At least in some way. She nods her head, some of the tension draining away. "Yeah, of course. I want to answer the questions you have the best way I can, you know?" Then... then Mavis is pressing close against her. Asking more questions. Amity's cheeks feel suddenly warm as she feels a kiss against her neck and then another, lingering and wet and sensual. Amity takes a breath, feels her heart start to patter inside of her chest even faster. That's... distracting.

      "I-It's a rush. Like... Like..." How does she describe it? It's like trying to describe an orgasm or a drug high to someone who hasn't had one. "It's so intense, just this... influx of sensation and emotion. It's like, um. Kind of like an orgasm...? Not exactly though. It's not a climax or anything just this rush of sensation and excitement, I guess?" She's rambling, not sure if what she's said is going to get the idea across.

      "Mmn," she hums right against the shell of Amity's ear, head gently turning and face nuzzling. Her skin is smooth and warm, her lips soft as they suckle at the skin just beneath and behind the Lost's ear. Teeth scrape, her tongue touches, she sucks a little harder intending to leave a mark and those teeth give a rough bite before her mouth parts.

      She sighs, warmly. "That sounds hot, kinda?" Mavis presses herself against Amity, breasts coming up to pillow and slide over the Changeling's clothes. Her bra keeps them contained, but the bronze mounds raise and smoosh up a little. One of Mavis' knees gently nudge between Amity's thighs and she pushes her back against the counter, giving herself leverage to give hungry, little grinds against her girlfriend's thigh. "I'm a little jealous, it seems like fun."

      Amity's feeling more than a little overwhelmed by her girlfriend. It's in a good way, though. A way that makes her want to squirm and wriggle and gasp. Her lips part and there's a low sound, a groan almost, as lips part and teeth press into her skin. The sound rises to a surprised, excited little whine and her fingers dig into Mavi's side and shoulder, gripping her close. She finds herself pressed back into the counter, her breath coming fast.

      "M-Mavis," she mumbles, surprised initially. "Oh fuck..." She digs her fingers in /harder/ as she feels Mavis start to grind against her thigh. "It--It's good. Feels amazing," she says in a hurried stumble of words. "God--I'm--" Her head spins. "I wish I could show you--"

Annnnnnnnnnnnnd tasteful FTB