[It's the first time that he's felt alive since he woke up on this boat. Sure, he's been an example of himself, menacing as many people as he could manage at a time, saying things he knows are gross or uncomfortable or unsettling to others. Generally refusing to follow the general rules of courtesy.
But there have been a lot of things on his mind, just like everyone else. The things that he's missing at home, what he may be coming back to...or lack thereof. Kelly...God, Kelly. It's easy to think about his friends, in this place--their place. Thinking about them is like tearing himself open.
But now, Katy has her lips on his and he holds her with steadfast hands, his mouth eager and greedy and passionate as he quickly encourages the heat that they're sharing. This is something, at least, that he knows how to do.
Nothing else matters right now.]
gotta get urself some artful no eyes crops like this terrible icon (i am not good at artful crops)
[Attaboy. She rolls her body against his, deciding whether she'd like to take this fast or slow... Mm, best to start slow, take their time, get to know each other. Even if the community center's a piece of shit and they're about to fuck in a hobo pile, it's nice to be somewhere other than the ship. This place is some kind of home to Nathan, and that's worth something. They ought to savor it.
She pulls her hands away just long enough to shrug off her jean jacket—just because she's content to take their time doesn't mean they need to beat around the bush. Then, she's back on him, fingers slipping up under the hem of his shirt.]
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polyapathy) wrote2019-10-12 09:59 pm
time for the No Appropriate Icon game
But there have been a lot of things on his mind, just like everyone else. The things that he's missing at home, what he may be coming back to...or lack thereof. Kelly...God, Kelly. It's easy to think about his friends, in this place--their place. Thinking about them is like tearing himself open.
But now, Katy has her lips on his and he holds her with steadfast hands, his mouth eager and greedy and passionate as he quickly encourages the heat that they're sharing. This is something, at least, that he knows how to do.
Nothing else matters right now.]
gotta get urself some artful no eyes crops like this terrible icon (i am not good at artful crops)
She pulls her hands away just long enough to shrug off her jean jacket—just because she's content to take their time doesn't mean they need to beat around the bush. Then, she's back on him, fingers slipping up under the hem of his shirt.]