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<br>{{Tab}}Amity had gotten home from work and... well, she'd basically pounced on Mavis as soon as the opportunity presented itself and dragged the other woman upstairs to the cramped bed in her attic room. Work had been long and slow and she had just wanted desperately to be home with her girlfriend. So, at last, slick with sweat and with bra still on, she lays half-sprawled across Mavis in the afterglow of their fucking. Amity fumbles at the bedside table, retrieving the small box she keeps there and the delicate looking glass pipe that sits next to it. She's going to fucking relax, damn it.  
 
<br>{{Tab}}Amity had gotten home from work and... well, she'd basically pounced on Mavis as soon as the opportunity presented itself and dragged the other woman upstairs to the cramped bed in her attic room. Work had been long and slow and she had just wanted desperately to be home with her girlfriend. So, at last, slick with sweat and with bra still on, she lays half-sprawled across Mavis in the afterglow of their fucking. Amity fumbles at the bedside table, retrieving the small box she keeps there and the delicate looking glass pipe that sits next to it. She's going to fucking relax, damn it.  
 
<br>{{Tab}}"I missed you," she says as she manages to grab her things, then leans over and kisses Mavis on the cheek. "Missed you a lot."
 
<br>{{Tab}}"I missed you," she says as she manages to grab her things, then leans over and kisses Mavis on the cheek. "Missed you a lot."
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<br>{{Tab}}Laughter, husky and warm, meets Amity's quip and Mavis sighs out a heavy, "Mn- n'Yeah, it was." She pulls a pillow under her head, smiling as Amity packs green, sticky herd into the glass pipe that would soon be passed to her.  
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<br>{{Tab}}Laughter, husky and warm, meets Amity's quip and Mavis sighs out a heavy, "Mn- n'Yeah, it was." She pulls a pillow under her head, smiling as Amity packs green, sticky herb into the glass pipe that would soon be passed to her.  
<br>{{Tab}}Mavis sits up to take it, puffing on the orange ember to make it glow while Amity's lips press to shoulder. She holds the smoke in for a few moments then sighs it out, blowing it away from the blonde cozying up to her.  
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<br>{{Tab}}Mavis sits up to take it, puffing on the orange ember to make it glow while Amity's lips press to her shoulder. She holds the smoke in for a few moments then sighs it out, blowing it away from the blonde cozying up to her.  
 
<br>{{Tab}}"Pretty lazy," she admits, turning her face to smile lopsidedly at her girlfriend. There's still a dusky flush swept across her light-brown features. "Mostly schlupped around the house with Cas, watched old cartoons in the living room on the laptop." The living room, where he slept, and often blankets were piled high on the couch if either he or Mavis were home. "We cleaned out the leftovers," she adds by way of informing Amity politely that she needed to cook more food for them at some point. They're terrible like that. "But what about yours? You seemed- hnm- pent up."
 
<br>{{Tab}}"Pretty lazy," she admits, turning her face to smile lopsidedly at her girlfriend. There's still a dusky flush swept across her light-brown features. "Mostly schlupped around the house with Cas, watched old cartoons in the living room on the laptop." The living room, where he slept, and often blankets were piled high on the couch if either he or Mavis were home. "We cleaned out the leftovers," she adds by way of informing Amity politely that she needed to cook more food for them at some point. They're terrible like that. "But what about yours? You seemed- hnm- pent up."
  

Latest revision as of 21:30, 16 December 2019


Le Gossip
Participants

Amity & Mavis

15 December, 2019


This one's probably NSFW due to content, but it's mostly just Amity and Mavis discussing their crushes post-coitus and passing the peace pipe. Cos that's what ya do.

Location

Attic, Amity's Bedroom



      Amity had gotten home from work and... well, she'd basically pounced on Mavis as soon as the opportunity presented itself and dragged the other woman upstairs to the cramped bed in her attic room. Work had been long and slow and she had just wanted desperately to be home with her girlfriend. So, at last, slick with sweat and with bra still on, she lays half-sprawled across Mavis in the afterglow of their fucking. Amity fumbles at the bedside table, retrieving the small box she keeps there and the delicate looking glass pipe that sits next to it. She's going to fucking relax, damn it.
      "I missed you," she says as she manages to grab her things, then leans over and kisses Mavis on the cheek. "Missed you a lot."



      Mavis lays there on her back, half tangled in Amity's bed sheets, and with her tawny chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. Her simple, but elegant black bra cups her breasts, but the left strap has slid down her shapely shoulder. A pair of slate-gray and black plaid boxers ride low on her hips, black panties peeking out beneath them. She, too, is covered in sweat.
      When Amity moves to the bedside table, she casts a limp arm out into the empty spot her girlfriend had vacated on the bed. The mortal turns her head, watching as the Lost woman collects her small, glass pipe and paraphernalia, then returns to her. Her head it lifted and Mavis hums out a low, contented, "Mmmh." Then, opens her mouth to add, "Missed you, too, Goldilocks." She bites her bottom lip and lowers her eyelids, mind wandering back in time to just a few minutes prior. "..Fuck."




      "That's what we just did, yes," Amity says with one of those little smiles that she saves for those closest to her. The most genuine. She packs the bowl with her usual neat precision, then lifts the pipe. Her lighter flicks on and she puffs once or twice, the contents glowing briefly before she exhales a small cloud of smoke to hover over the pair of them. Then she offers the pipe to Mavis, kisses at her bared shoulder.
      "...Mmm. How was your day?" Now, at last, there is small talk!



      Laughter, husky and warm, meets Amity's quip and Mavis sighs out a heavy, "Mn- n'Yeah, it was." She pulls a pillow under her head, smiling as Amity packs green, sticky herb into the glass pipe that would soon be passed to her.
      Mavis sits up to take it, puffing on the orange ember to make it glow while Amity's lips press to her shoulder. She holds the smoke in for a few moments then sighs it out, blowing it away from the blonde cozying up to her.
      "Pretty lazy," she admits, turning her face to smile lopsidedly at her girlfriend. There's still a dusky flush swept across her light-brown features. "Mostly schlupped around the house with Cas, watched old cartoons in the living room on the laptop." The living room, where he slept, and often blankets were piled high on the couch if either he or Mavis were home. "We cleaned out the leftovers," she adds by way of informing Amity politely that she needed to cook more food for them at some point. They're terrible like that. "But what about yours? You seemed- hnm- pent up."



      "I... Hm." Amity says, then considers how best to answer her girlfriend. Her lips turn upwards little. "Well, like I said, it was a long day at work. It just dragged on and on and I really needed to just. Get home and get away from it, ha." She shrugs, her eyes dropping away for a moment. Fingers trace circles on the skin of Mavis' tummy for a moment, gentle. Then she speaks again, a little quieter.
      "And I kinda wanted to just. Have you be mine for a bit."



      Mavis steals another puff from the pipe while Amity talks, trying not to flinch or giggle when the Lost's fingertips tickle her with those feathery touches. She sputters a little in an attempt not to giggle and her eyes instantly water.
      "You know," she croaks, passing the pipe back. "Half days are totally a thing people take sometimes. Could say you've got a doctor's appointment," She clears her throat and waits until she's sure that she can talk without rasping or choking through it. "I know I've been spending a lot of time with Cas lately. He's just.. I dunno. Is this cute, sweet puppy that I wanna scoop up and fuss 'cos someone mean kicked him.. y'know?"



      "I know. But I feel bad for taking off early." That's Amity for you. She leans against Mavis, peering up at the mortal woman. She reaches out to take the pipe and give another puff, her brow furrowing a little when Mavis mentions Casper. There's a pregnant pause and then she speaks up, exhaling smoke as she does.
      "I mean. I get the feeling that's not /all/ you want to do with him. But I understand--he's cute. And a good guy. I want to hug him and cook him food all the time." She smirks. Just a little.



      Now, Mavis does choke like the wind has been suddenly knocked out of her. She goes into a bit of a coughing fit, half-turning away from Amity, and kindly covering her mouth with her arm. The weed pipe had left a tickle in her dry throat and she desperately needed something to drink, but the kitchen was down two flights of stairs. When Mavis finally does turn back to Amity to answer her, she's flushed from her scalp to her chest.
      "Uhh, well," she fumbles, meeting Amity's eyes to tentatively search them for hurt, but the Lost was SMIRKING at her. Mavis rolls her eyes, feels herself blush hotter, and huffily admits, "Yeah, okay. Maybe I want to pull that fire-red hair a little. It's just a TEENSY crush." She raises a hand to pinch her index and thumb fingers together with a tiny sliver of air between them-- teensy crush. "C'mon, you've gotta have 'em, too."



      It definitely helps Amity that she just had some real good sex followed by some pretty good weed. She's nice and relaxed--probably the perfect time to talk about this, honestly. She waits patiently for the coughing fit to go away and in the meantime takes another puff from her pipe. Offers it back as Mavis fumbles over her words.
      "The sexual tension is... pretty noticable," she clarifies with a teasing smile. "He's a good kid. I'd hug him, though..." She waggles a hand. "Pretty sure I'm gay so not interested in jumping in bed but I get it." A cough of her own and an embarrassed blush creep into her cheeks.
      "I do have crushes," she admits. "Thea? From last night? Extremely attractive." Then, a more embarrassing admission: "I think November is probably the most beautiful and awesome and terrifying creature I've ever seen. Though I don't think she's interested in bedding anyone if she asked me I'd... have a hard time saying no."



      The pipe is offered again to her and Mavis holds up a palm to refuse it, shaking her head. "Lemme catch my breath," she mutters, shooting the glass pipe a scornful glare for what it had done to her. She then feebly croaks, "It's too /spicy/."
      But, then, the real gossip starts flowing and Mavis' eyes go wide as saucers. She grins hugely, this expression freezing on her face until the subject turns to November. The mortal blinks in surprise at that admission and the hands in her lap start to twist rings around her fingers. She wore a lot of them and Mavis uses her left hand to thoughtfully turn the rings banding those of her right. Whatever she had to say next, Mavis is considering her words very carefully as she stacks them on the scales.
      "I dunno if I'd call it sexual tension," she hesitantly undermines, but then Mavis thinks better of it. It was like Amity had shone a light in a corner where she, Mavis, was refusing to look. "Well, maybe. I try not to think about it too much with him staying here." Thea is someone she met more recently, but the sexual tension had been declared a bit more... loudly. "An' yeah-- Thea. She's, heh." Mavis peers at her girlfriend, checking to see if that guarded expression had crept onto her face or not. She felt safe continuing on. "She's fucking HOT. Like, we can hang out and just drink coffee, but internally I'm freaking out that she might start peeling clothes off to show me where all those tattoos lead. Unf.. Tattoos."
      She hadn't said a single word about November, however.



      "...So, um. If you want to hook up with him, I'm not gonna be super bothered," she murmurs, a touch embarrassed to say it out loud. Amity notes that avoidance and leaves it be. No need to poke at something that doesn't need poking, right. She smiles back at Mavis, her expression a touch shy, though not guarded. She nuzzles into Mavis' shoulder and then neck. Kisses her there with a possessive little 'mmf' sound as she listens to Mavis speak.
      "I only saw her at the art event and my goodness. I think... Ugh, if you could see how her tattoos /glow/, Mavis. It's even hotter." Okay, no big. Just talking about a woman she and her girlfriend BOTH want to fuck. She's building steam now, though, and it helps her confidence grow. It's... interesting. She tilts her head.
      "Should I get tattoos?" She asks, half-teasing. Though maybe she's also half serious...



      Mavis' expression becomes one of mingled excitement and guilt as Amity gives her that greenlight to act on whatever impulses she had related to Casper. She'd gotten the oh-so-subtle impression that he felt the same way and neither of them wanted to rock the boat. But, if Amity was okay with it?
      "Are you sure?" she questions gently, petting Amity's golden strands of hair as the Lost nuzzles up to her, kisses her shoulder with a thimble of jealousy. Then, she groans, and tells Amity, "Guh, no. I'm glad I can't.. It's bad enough wanting to TOUCH them as it is. Although, I mean, maybe now that I know YOU do...?" She trails off, then just goes, "Hmn."
      Mavis then looks at Amity when she asks whether or not she should get ink. The artist tilts her head. She, herself, had no tattoos to speak of either.
      "Do you want tattoos?"



      "Mostly," Amity admits. "But I trust you. And Casper means well." She hesitates, then adds: "As long as he understands what us being poly means and is okay with being part of that kind of. Thing. With us." Guh, she thought she had momentum why is she feeling so awkward again? She shakes her head, trying to clear away some of the lingering worries and kisses Mavis again, this time on the lips. A little hungry, but she holds herself back.
      "I'm not sure," she says. "Sometimes I think I do. It'd be nice to show that I own my skin, you know?"



      Mavis nods, taking in what the Lost is saying to her. "I agree, yeah. If it comes up-" IF, not WHEN. "Then, I'll have that talk with him." With Casper currently living in the house, Mavis felt that should things advance then she ought to advance them very carefully. She smiles prettily, then kisses her girlfriend. A hand comes up to loosely twist into Amity's hair, fingers running along close to her scalp. She closes them tighter and pulls the Lost against her, breaking the kiss with a nip at Amity's bottom lip. "Mmnh.."
      When her eyes open back up again, half-lidded and fringed by Mavis' heavy, dark lashes, she grins again. This time, she adds, "I'm really proud of you, babe. For, like, trying something kinda different and I'm glad we can talk like this." She beams at her then quickly wriggles to snuggle up against Amity, skin sliding over skin.
      "I think it'd be cool if ya did, I've always liked looking at 'em," she tells her, peering up at the Changeling and unable to help keep herself from smiling again. "I could sketch you up something for the tattoo artist, if you wanted."