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]

[ 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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