TDM 001

[erkumods]

TDM 001: TFLU

( 1 ) After leaving the teleportation chamber, you are gently coaxed out of the hospital and encouraged to find a place to stay. Maybe you've had time to check out your A5 app. Maybe you're just settling in. It's cloudy, overcast, cold -- you'll want to seek out someplace warm. Also, your device is beeping. A lot. The tech on the island works, it just doesn't work right. You can't seem to send a message to the correct person. It's time for... Texts From Last Universe ( 2 ) What's this? Your bingo card has just been beamed to a stranger's inbox...?! ( sample A5 cards -- NSFW, may contain triggering content, please feel free to use/ignore as you see fit) ( 3 ) And now you're receiving messages from other users that they don't remember sending: Nice shirt. It would look better on my floor. 10/10 would ride it into the sunset. This user thinks you're attractive. u up? 🍆 ( 4 ) Once you figure out that the robots have been hacking your devices, it's no easy feat to track one down and demand they stop. "So The Augur wills!" they wail in a monotone. "So it is done!" Any attempt to actually contact The Augur and get back into the hospital will be met with beefy robot bodyguards, who suggest taking a gentler approach to fix your devices. If you know what they mean. Wink. (This is your overt kink prompt. Please label any threads accordingly.) Note: All prompts are optional. The theme for this TDM is "malfunctioning devices." They can be fixed by indulging in the squares on your cards. For the sake of the TDM, you can use one of the pre-generated examples or a wildcard from the kink list. This can be used as a free bingo square completion once you have been accepted into the game. Players are welcome to wildcard their own TDM prompts; we only ask that you try to stick to the theme. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● N A V I G A T I O N

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[withinreach]

[ If Poe's laughing, it's not at her expense. He just can't help it, she's taking this so seriously that he's actually proud of her. Maybe it's also nice to turn the tables and teach her something new for once, when usually it's been the other way around for them. ]

I've got you, starshine.

[ Under different circumstances he might have teased her with it, taken his hands entirely off of things just to get a reaction out of her. Next time, maybe. He's in a different kind of mood right now, if the way his hands settle warmly over hers or how he's occasionally leaning over to affectionately nuzzle her shoulder are my indication. He knew it would be fun to let her have a turn, while he's right here and easily capable of taking over before anything could go awry, but there's something else about experiencing this with her, whether or not this turns into a recurring thing for them. He's told her plenty of stories about flying, and the battles he's been in, it hadn't really occurred to him before, somehow, that he could teach her how to do this, if she wanted to learn.

Future possibilities aside, he's not as reluctant as he would have been to return to the hanger if it had just been him and BB-8 up here. He's thinking along the same lines as she is, running high on adrenaline and all of those feelings he couldn't have seen coming. They'll have more time to fly later, right now he wants to be able to focus all of his attention on her. It's an almost tangible kind of anticipation, and it's not all that subtle. Not that he's ever been much less than completely obvious with her, though sometimes she seems to manage to miss things anyway. Probably not this time.

It might be a little bit awkward given that BB-8 is right behind them, but as soon as the ship has settled on the ground back in the hangar, more or less where he found it, and Gwen is pulling the helmet off and shifting in his lap, he's going to pull her into an abrupt, heated kiss. It's more expressive than anything he might have thought to say to her right now.

There's probably a hundred different ways he can, and has, kissed her before, but this one feels like something else. Something that's fierce and intense and wanting, and very likely to lead to doing more than just kissing her like he needs it more than air. ]

[gwenzelle]

[ it helps way more than she'd ever admit, having his hands on hers and feeling him behind her. she'd like to think she could handle herself okay if she were in this cockpit alone, but the truth of it is that it's so completely out of her element, there's no way there wouldn't be some serious baby-stepping going on. tip-toeing and slow-going. but with poe right there with her, it's too easy to be brave. still, she settles once he takes over again, face tipped towards the window to take in the view until they're landing back in the hangar. and there was a slight chance she had something to say once she took his helmet off and turned to face him, but she's happier to be kissing him, to be given a sign right away that oh, yeah. she's not alone in that wild, fuzzy but too-sharp pool of feelings she was trying to sort through. she feels a little off kilter, but that's absolutely only because of the fact that they were just flying and her body needs a second to get used to that. gravity- yeah. it was all different for those few minutes.

but now she's back on solid ground, on poe's lap, kissing the hell out of him, and at least that feels familiar. she an't think beyond just kissing him back, still holding his helmet in both hands, still so precious and important. and it's a helmet, she knows it could survive if it slid off of her lap and down by their feet, but she can't really think through all that when poe's kissing her like this. so instead she just holds on tight even as she leans into him, getting as close as she can while they kiss.

she really does wait until the last minute when she needs to pull in a deep breath to break the kiss, though she keeps her forehead pressed to his, bumps his nose with hers. she didn't realize just how breathless she was feeling until just then, everything sort of catching up with her at once. ]

Did I do okay? [ she gives him two more kisses, little ones ] I think I might just stick with my webs. Leave the fancy flying to you. [ smooch, smooch, smooch. another smile against his lips ] I still can't believe it. You're amazing. This is amazing.

[withinreach]

[ There's not much room for thinking when they're preoccupied with kisses like these. He doesn't want to stop either, not even when they're both nearly panting, her forehead tipping against his own while he sifts his fingers through her hair, coiling it around them as if he just needs another way to hold onto her somehow. As if either of them is budging given that there's not much extra space to shift around in the ship anyway, but it's enough space for certain things that he's shamelessly contemplated before. But he's never kissed anyone quite like this in this ship before, it's always been different with Gwen, and no matter how many times they've been down this exact path, it never feels exactly the same. He feels closer to her, more in tune with her somehow, every time they wind up like this, and he's well past the point of worrying about what kind of implications that has for them.

It might be fair to call it reckless, following his heart like this regardless of the complications that might come along with it, but that's just how he is. And she knows that. Anyone who knows him at all does.

That pause for breathing doesn't last long, she's still close enough to press in for several more kisses, brief ones that he meets with just as much enthusiasm. It would take a lot of restraint to hold back even while she's trying to talk, so he doesn't bother. Instead he peppers those kisses in other places — the corners of her mouth, her cheeks, her nose and her chin, it's all fair game. Keeping up with that train of thought is another challenge, but that one's not quite as difficult. He's listening very intently, in fact, he's just also focused on pushing that helmet out of the way, not really caring where it ends up tumbling in the process. It'll be fine, it's meant to take some jostling. ]

You're amazing. [ He's said it before, he'll say it again. ] And you did great. We could make a pilot out of you.

[ It's more playful than anything, but he's sincere too. There's nothing that he wouldn't be willing to teach her, and there's a lot more out there than just flying starfighters. But none of that is really the point right now. What matters right now is that he can tug her in even closer, pressed tight into his lap when he pulls her into another one of those breath-stealing kisses.

There's more to the moment than just the adrenaline, which he would realize if he stopped long enough to think about it. Thrown into another completely unfamiliar place, away from everything else that they know, this is the best refuge that he could possibly have right now. ]

[gwenzelle]

[ it makes her laugh, feeling him push the helmet out of her hands, and for some illogical reason she is concerned about where it drops, but it's fine. it also frees up her hands to hold onto him too, so she'll get over it. very, very quickly. they end up on his chest as she turns to face him a little better, which means she's really twisting on his lap, but, it's fine. she's flexible, it's still comfortable. it still makes it hard to hold back her smile, though, even while they kiss. especially when she can see bb-8's head swiveling not too far away from them. totally at eye-level. they're just kissing, so, she doesn't feel too bad.

she knows it's not the time to actually think about learning to fly on her own, but it's hard not to. just long enough to wrap her head around the fact that it's an actual possibility now, and not some distant hope. it makes her kisses a little more playful than passionate, but still insistent.

when he kisses her again it does help to just quiet it all down, focus in on just the fact that yeah, they're tossed in some other world, again, and as of right now it looks like they might be the only ones from said world, but also! that they're not alone here. maybe it's just some temporary mind game, like the mirror world, but it might not be. she's really starting to think it might not be. or maybe it is, and they'll get back to their friends soon enough, but for now she's just going to let herself get caught up in the fact that she's finally getting to share this with him. and in the fact that she's making out with him in an x-wing. ]

Poe. Poe, Poe, Poe. [ her voice is quiet when she stops kissing him to speak up again, and she reaches up to put two fingers to his lips, even, to put a little barrier that probably won't actually work for very long between them. ] I know you probably want to spend the night right here, and I get that, totally, I might not even fight you on it, but- we should find somewhere a little bit more private? Maybe? Also somewhere for me to sleep, because I don't think we could actually - [ her eyes roam around the cockpit ] sleep here. Together. Not comfortably, anyway. Especially not for our favorite droid. [ who seems to be fully ignoring them now, at least ]

[withinreach]

[ Poe's groaning, purposely dramatic about it, when she touches her fingers to his lips, more or less respecting that boundary, as flimsy as it might be. He'll press a couple of lighter kisses to her fingers instead, but he's not trying to push past them. Even if her intention is more playful than serious, it's not all that difficult to derail him if there's even a remote possibility that there's a thread of something serious to it. Especially when some part of him knows that she's got a point anyway. ]

No, no, no. [ He's murmuring in between those softer presses of his lips against her skin, a protest that's roughly as insistent as her own gesture. She's trying to be practical, and he knows that she's talking about things that he's already been thinking about, concerns that they're going to face sooner rather than later. Far too soon. ] I know, I know, I just...

[ One arm's wrapped around her waist, but his other hand's slipping back up to her face and her hair, as if he just can't resist the impulse to keep touching her, still balancing on an edge between playful and needy. There is a need there, and it wouldn't be difficult at all to dive right into that. True, BB-8 is right behind them, but if it seems like they're going to be busy for a while he tends to find other things to do, and he can let himself out of the ship on his own. It's probably for the best that he doesn't seem to understand this particular human obsession, and seems content to shrug it off as just another thing that they do that doesn't translate well in droid terms.

There are better places to sleep. Before he met up with her he'd already scouted out a few buildings that are less broken down than the others, mostly bare rather than crumbling, and with the survival kit in the x-wing it wouldn't be too hard to make a sort of camp situation somewhere nearby — ]

You're about to drag me out of this ship, aren't you?

[ It's not like he would be leaving her. Wherever they go, they're going to together, that's just a given. Still. Some part of him sorely wants to keep chasing this high while they have it, until they're both sweaty and completely out of breath, just so they're that close, and he won't have to think about anything but the kind of perfect way her body moves with his for just a little while longer. Even if it isn't the most practical time or place for that. ]

[gwenzelle]

I might be. Maybe.

[ honestly, she isn't exactly in a rush to leave this spot either. not really, not technically. she doesn't want to. but she knows that they have a habit of going from zero to sixty way too quickly, so if there's any chance of them finding a new spot, it would have to be now. very much right now. those fingers move away from his lips to rest on his cheek instead, and it's probably counter productive to keep her eyes on his while she tries to continue this whole "voice of reason" thing and think of what the best course of action is here, but. woops.

she just ends up lifting up off of his lap, so careful, until she can move so she's facing him fully, with her legs on either side of his as she settles on his lap again. which decidedly isn't dragging him out of the ship, nope, that's not what that was. and there's something pressing into her side so she has to shift even closer, but that's fine. there's still enough space between them to like, move. and it's actually not as uncomfortable as she thought it would be. it's still a tight fit though, for sure - she can't move her knees without knocking into him, or the seat, or all those important things around his seat, and she can feel his helmet caught on the back of her heel, but. besides all that. she's a spider-totem, okay, of course she's pretty comfortable in a tight position. and she doesn't actually mind not being able to move from this spot now that she's here.

because from here, she's able to hold his face in both of her hands, actually look at him. she smiles again, too bright, like maybe her adrenaline is still looking for a place to go and will just settle for expressing how happy she is, for now.

and inevitably, she kisses him again, but it mostly just feels like a punctuation mark to all that moving around. there. settled. ]

Clothes stay on. [ it's important to establish that, okay!! although genuinely, she's not sure she could actually get close enough for him to be able to fuck her anyway unless she gets out of the cockpit. but that kind of defeats the purpose, as far as she's concerned. there's other stuff they can do. even if they only get as far as making out before someone interrupts them. because that's still a possibility - the x-wing isn't the only thing in this hangar ] And we need to try and pay attention, someone could still-

[ aaaand they're kissing again. is it her fault? maybe. she was practically talking against his lips. she doesn't think it matters much either way ]

[withinreach]

[ Poe knows that this is extremely unfair. The way he's touching her, wherever his mouth happens to be at the moment, just the kind of intensity and openness that he brings to it has always had a way of dragging her in with him, regardless of any plans that should have gotten in the way. He's not much better though, it would take some very serious business to pull him away from her, an entirely different mindset than the one he's in right now. He could have made things even more unbearable, if she'd wavered on the point of indecision, but she doesn't, and that concession, caveats and all, is what he was waiting for. Because he really could pull himself together. If he needed to. But right now he needs this.

He's interrupting her with another one of those heated kisses, and the way he hums quietly into it might be an agreement to the conditions that she was trying to rattle off. Or it might just be how pleased he is at the way she's shifted on his lap. It's a tight space, yeah, but it's one that he's used to maneuvering around in, and considering that he's more than reasonably flexible, and she's even more so, he knows of a few different ways to make this work. There's just enough space for her to brace her knees on either side of him, after all, but that would definitely involve some awkward twisting to get clothes off. Which is apparently not allowed right now.

That's fine. He's not going to take them off, but she didn't say he couldn't unfasten things, did she? Like the tiny hooks holding her bra in place, which coincidentally he can unlatch pretty easily when he slides both hands underneath the back of her shirt. ]

Still what? [ He's tipped his head down to press those kisses against the side of her neck instead, his breath hot on her throat as he pushes everything up over her chest. His fingers skim across her bare skin, underneath the fabric until he catches onto her nipples, his palms flush against those soft curves. ] See us? Is that a problem?

[ Not for him. If someone wants to talk to them, they can wait. If they just want to watch, well, as long as they're not interrupting Poe's not sure he would care at all at this point. But then he's never been bothered too much when it comes to getting carried away in questionably private spots, not when the mood strikes him.

And this is more than a mood. It feels so good just to have his hands and his mouth on her like this. ]

[gwenzelle]

Not just that.

[ although she doesn't go on to explain what she was originally going to say because she honestly doesn't remember, already too distracted by what he's doing. the hands on his face push back into his hair once he moves those kisses to her neck, back arching as she presses into his hands. it's true, she didn't say anything about messing with their clothes, just that they don't come off, so obviously she's not about to scold him for it.

plus, she's not exactly being shy about this either - it's not long before her hands are reaching down between them to work open his fly and slip her hand down the front of his pants, palming his cock. which is kind of fun on its own - when they're too turned on to wait, which they certainly are now, they tend to breeze by this kind of thing and come back to it. but considering this might be all they really have room for? it's definitely fun. she circles her fingers around him and jerks him off just under the head of his cock, moaning as she feels him get harder in her hand. ]

Do you always get this riled up after going for a fly with someone?

[ it's not even a good joke, but she still huffs a laugh anyway, head tipping to the side even though she wants to be kissing him again. his mouth feels too good where it is though, so she doesn't want him to stop. instead she just noses his hair, focuses on trying to muffle her moans.

and she's making jokes because it seems better than trying to navigate the actual feelings that are coming along with this, of being able to fly with him despite the fact that neither of them have made it back home yet. it's a lot. which is probably why they're so driven to express that in a physical way. the truth is that she probably would have been this excited for him even if she hadn't been in the cockpit during that first flight around the city, so the fact that she was is just amping it up all the more. it's not just adrenaline from the excitement of flying, it's not. it's getting to share something that's so specifically special to someone she cares about so much. and she wants to tell him so, she really does, but all she can manage is another quiet moan and a careful twist of her hand around his cock ]

[withinreach]

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