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[evocation]

This is Kyna. You should just text me if you actually want me to answer.

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[evocation]

Nah, you won't need your hands for anything except me.

[Chill, Kyna. But apparently that's impossible, because she's already wiggling out of her shorts.]

[hardwearing]

The arrangement would end pretty quickly if you were the only set of hands available.

[ He actually likes her lack of chill in this context, but once he gets his boots and socks off, he very strangely leaves his pants on. Maybe she'll write it off as him being impatient to touch her again rather than something suspicious. Either way, she's getting dragged to the bed and into his lap in her underwear, and kissed again before she can ask why the hell he's still wearing jeans. ]

[evocation]

[She is about to ask, but then he's kissing her, and it's easy enough to forget about. Kyna shifts, straddling him and pressing close, deepening the kiss.]

[hardwearing]

[ Everything else seems perfectly normal. His hands wander her torso, caressing her ribs and trailing along her spine. He's figured out how bras work at this point so that's coming off, and when they break apart again he shifts to kissing her neck, hot and open mouthed. ]

[evocation]

[She shivers, hips rocking into his and fingers gripping his hair. Her breathing is quickening already, and she's really, really wishing he'd lose those jeans, but she doesn't want to pull away, either.]

God, Wash.

[hardwearing]

[ Be careful what you wish for, Kyna. There's definite interest happening between them, though, which means peak terrorism is ready. His hands come around to caress her breasts teasingly. ]

Yeah?

[evocation]

[Her hands slide down, hooking into the waistband of his jeans even as she leans into his touch.]

Get these off already.

nsfw on several levels

[hardwearing]

[ That same smirk from before comes back, and he gently displaces her onto the bed to stand up as if he's about to give her a show. Which isn't like him, really.

Slowly, he undoes his jeans, building suspense before pushing them down and stepping out of them to reveal the horror beneath. It's a grey elephant thong with googly eyes, floppy ears and a trunk, the latter currently standing at attention. This is the most ridiculous underwear to be found in Hadriel, that he alluded to as underwear terrorism when she mocked the floral briefs.

Suffer, Kyna. ]

save her

[evocation]

[That should clue her in, but it doesn't, because her eyes are locked on him, enjoying the show, until...

What the fuck.

Her eyes widen and she lets out an undignified squeak, expression going from shocked to horrified within seconds. She can't process this, but she can't look away, either.]

Oh my God.

no

[hardwearing]

[ Got her. She can manage a better reaction than that, though, come on. Wash steps forward, the googly eyes jiggling distressingly as he moves. ]

When you least expect it.

[evocation]

[His better reaction is her covering her face with her hands and letting out a dramatic, distressed sound as she flops back onto the bed.]

I'm kicking you out and making you walk home in your stupid elephant dick thong!

[hardwearing]

[ He can't help it, he bursts out laughing at that, coming right up to the edge of the bed and waiting for her to peek back out from behind her hands. ]

Oh, come on, it's funny. Admit it. It wants to say hi.

[evocation]

[Nope, her hands are firmly over her eyes, and she's not moving.]

I hate you so much.

[She's not saying hi!]

[hardwearing]

You're such a liar.

[ He's not actually willing to pull her hands away and force her to look, but leans down over her bracing himself with an arm on either side. Her nose is peeking out between her hands so he kisses the tip of it, still smiling. ]

Hey.

[evocation]

[Ugh, that's so sweet it's not fair. Reluctantly, she peeks through her fingers, watching him suspiciously.]

[hardwearing]

[ She can't see it right now with how he's leaning over but it's there. Lying in wait. Eyes still googly. ]

You did say surprise you with it.

[evocation]

[She knows this and she hates it.]

I didn't think it would be... that.

[hardwearing]

I tried to warn you.

[ Admit that it's funny, Kyna!!! ]

Fine, close your eyes and I'll take it off. We can toss it now, it's served its purpose.

[evocation]

[No! She's dying! She lifts up a foot, kicking at his leg gently.]

What purpose?

[hardwearing]

Being a joke? I did think you'd at least laugh, though.

[ He's maybe a little disappointed, even if her reaction was still funny. But he's straightening up to remove it now, better look away. ]

[evocation]

[Her lips twitch a bit.]

I can't laugh. That means you win.

[hardwearing]

Win what?

[ That little twitch is promising... and she's not hiding her eyes this time. So when it's off he tosses it at her. It lands trunk-up on her bare stomach. ]

[evocation]

[She lets out another offended squeak, and then finally bursts out laughing.]

God, you're such a jerk.

[And then she's grabbing it and throwing it at his face.]

[hardwearing]

[ There we go. He looks quite pleased with himself as he lets it hit him and fall to the floor. ]

When you're plotting revenge, just remember you brought this upon yourself.

[ Is he allowed back on the bed? ]

[evocation]

You're the one that started it. I didn't do anything.

[He can try it!]