knightsoflegend | LAS VEGAS ♔ DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

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LAS VEGAS ♔ DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

One of The Drunks - Panic! At The Disco

WHO || Kenzi, Paige, Bo, Groot, Rocket, You? ~~Gatecrashers~~ Others welcome.
WHAT || Vegas Baby!
WHERE || Pandora in Vegas, Nevada.
WHEN || March, 2018
HOW || Action Spam.

[ Kenzi had threatened Paige with a ladies night and of course, if anyone needed a night out it was Bo. The fact that there's also a talking Tree, a drinking Raccoon and... Drax? It's Kenzi. Why is anyone shocked by the people that she spends time with? She has ideas and they spin out of control and you just sort of hang on for the ride. It's her way. She may have casually mentioned they were coming here to a few other people, so if you happen to show up as well? The more the merrier.

The location itself isn't exactly filled with the garish glitz and glamor that a person generally associates with Vegas. Pandora has a British Pub meets modern day speakeasy feel to it. It's known for its signature cocktails with names like Panty Dropper and the Hot Little Mess and you can always count on live entertainment in the form of dancers, magicians, a band and of course, a DJ. It also happens to be one of the few clubs that has an open door policy where Shadowkind are concerned. Whether they'll be rethinking said policy after tonight? We just don't know. ]

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Is "both" an option?

[ Oh. Ohhhh. Now she might need a moment as she looks at him, her body swaying ever so slightly as she allows that image to really build in her mind. ]

Both is good. [ Her Will Saves are just broken where he is concerned its very unfair. ] That's... generally my motto.

Maybe after the party. I'm not gonna cut your night short. [ there's a beat before he adds meaningfully: ] Kinda hoping for the opposite, in fact.

[ Sweet, mother of God his ability to turn her into a wobbly mess of desire could be weaponized and make him a millionaire. She would honestly like, nothing more right now than to end this night exactly the way that he’s proposing and yet it’s the mere mention of cutting her night short that has her groaning, and not for lack of patience. ]

Ohhh… I can’t believe I’m going to say this. [ Audible despite saying it under her breath. ] I can’t. Not tonight.

[ Does it matter that there’s some glimmer of regret in her eyes? ]

I need to be the friend who makes sure they get home okay. [ And she can’t do that if at the end of the night, she’s going off to a Hotel with you.

Yeah, sure. Now she gets a good Will Save.]

Though... F-Y-I. Really wishing I didn't... and... [Come on Kenzi, you can do it.] I am - really attracted to the fact that you didn't just try to steal me away from my friends.

[ he makes a show of stabbing himself through the heart with an invisible dagger, his head dropping back slightly with exaggerated (but not entirely unreal) disappointment. ]

Yeahhhh, I'm really glad I'm such a stand-up guy right about now.

[ just. so glad. where's his medal.

he'll settle for revisiting his drink. ]

... Too bad, really. Here I had some creative ideas that could have made damn good use of a roommate-free zone. [ no one ever said he wasn't going to be a total tease about it, at least ]

[ She’s not entirely sure if it would have been better if she hadn’t believed he was truly disappointed. She can’t say, because with that 48 Sense Motive? He’s making it harder for her to keep whatever this is at arm’s length, especially when his melodramatic response has her wanting to drag him off into a corner.

But no. Dammit no. She was not going to be that person. (Will Save 33). She’d dragged everyone out because they’d needed this and she’d promised Paige she would make sure she didn’t accidentally marry some random dude in Vegas. ]

I… hate you so much right now. [ Or was that herself? God this being a good person was total bullshit. ] Ya know… technically… there are roommate-free zones that don’t involve staying in a hotel.

[ What?! She wants to have her cake and eat it too!

And that’s a really unfortunate choice of words given the subject matter. ]

If you’re as creative as you say…

[ oh ho ho~ ] I mean that might depend on how... flexible you're willing to be. [ like are we talking coat room sex or bathroom stall, kenzi

either way he

sounds up for it ]

[ That was... so not where she was going with this but with her Sense Motive 48 and the spectacular 2 I got for her Will Save. (Just how). She is, very quickly on that train.

Maybe Peter can praise the tequila as she leans in closer now, her fingers brushing along the outside of his leg as she lowers her voice to a level that's clearly meant only for him to hear. ]

Flexibility just happens to be one of my, many talents.

[ Turnabout's fair play. ]

[ he gets a 21 will save not to pop a boner in the middle of the club, yw fellow patrons. his eyes drop to watch the trail her fingers are blazing, before dragging very slowly back up her.

he leans slightly closer as well, letting her draw him in to a point where the proximity is tantalizing in and of itself, her words enough to push it over the edge and leaving that half-grin permanently affixed to his face. it just lives there now. ] Consider me very interested in the rest of that list. [ just... ♪ insert this verse ]

[ Oh god why. That stupid grin. It's like kryptonite to vaginas the world over and it takes, an immense amount of willpower for her to not grab him with both hands and just make out with his face.

She can be cool. She has chill. She can totally control herself right now. (Will Save 36).]

I'm not sure you'd know what to do with the list if you got it. [ Her own smile growing as her fingers dance back up his leg. ]

[ his lips ghost closer to her ear, his voice teasing and amused: ] Only one way to find out. [ and then he puts his drink down and starts glancing around the place casually for locations where they might have more illicit sex in public, but he got a terrible spot check so i'm pretty sure that literally all he can focus on is that her hand is in some sort of general proximity to his dick ]

[ At least one of them has their eye on the prize, Kenzi coming to the rescue with her Spot Check of 27 as she quietly thanks the gods above that she had the good sense to wear a dress tonight. She does allow herself a brief moment to acknowledge the broad chest now inches from her face, pulling in a shuddering breath as the scent of alcohol and Quill fills her head before her fingers trace the path of his arm to capture his hand in her own and lead him through the club.

Is she really about to have sex in a poorly lit hallway that leads to an emergency exit?

Yes, yes she is. ]

[ why hello there dimly lit back hallway. he allows her to thread him through the crowd, his fingers laced through hers, the alcohol also beginning to go to his head enough to let him just allow the sounds and colors of the place to begin to wash past them and makes this setting that kenzi has found much less unappealing than it actually is. as soon as they get back there, his hand moves to her waist, steering her with gentle firmness against the nearest wall below that glowing exit sign as his hips draw in closer to her own. he kind of towers over her, which makes his proximity all the more overwhelming, and his other hand moves down to tilt her chin up, eyes fixated on hers for a moment before they become fascinated with her mouth.

and he breaks them out when it matters, i guess, because

NAT 20 CHARM CHECK.

the glow of the exit sign is apparently doing him some favors back here lighting-wise, and there's an undisguised, almost hungry light in his eyes as his fingers graze tenderly against her jawline with electric intent. ]

That "thing about your eyes", by the way? That one's just a fact, not a line.

[ he leans a little closer, his fingers drifting back into her hair, the drink on his breath noticeable but his speech at least unslurred, and no glassy signs of just being totally drunk in his eyes. he tilts her head to the side slightly, his lips finding their way to her jaw and pressing some rather exquisite, slow kisses there, and down the side of her neck (his dex is a 21 today y'all, you in for a treat in at least one aspect). he ends up at her ear, where he very huskily adds, as the hand at her hip slides down the outside of it and back around to her ass: ] And I have not been able to stop thinking about last time.

[ It's that low level buzz that keeps her from overthinking everything about what they're doing, Kenzi strangely at home amidst the steady thump of music and the intoxicated sway of bodies. She doesn't seem to mind the location but then, he doesn't give her much of a chance to notice it. The illusion of distance they'd been maintaining since she'd sidled up next to him at the bar is shattered as he backs her up against the wall and she's grateful for the support the second his eyes lock on hers because she swears her legs are about to give way from the intensity of his look.

Hoo boy. So. Very screwed.

Her lips part and while she tries to disguise it, there's a flash of surprise followed by something else? A flare of emotion mingled with confusion, as if she's not entirely capable of processing what he's said, because this time? She really does believe him. (Sense Motive 47).

She's kind of grateful for the distraction as his fingers tangle through her hair, Kenzi's hand slipping around his body as the other climbs up his chest. A soft, low moan spills over as his lips dance along her jaw, Kenzi's eyelashes fluttering as he draws her in with his touch then practically decimates her with his next words.]

Oh, god, me either. [ Her eyes closing and her fingers pressing into his side as those words tumble out of her mouth, her desire to shove them back in only outweighed by her growing need to be with him. ] I've been torn between tracking you down so I can kiss you or kill you.

[ Kenzi with the romance, ladies and gentlemen.

Her touch grows firmer, more insistent as she angles her head so that their lips are barely a breath away from each other. Kenzi breathing him in, drinking in his features from beneath a veil of dark eyelashes. There's this part of her that even with him this close, still wants to try and cling to her sense of self-preservation but with the way he touches her, kisses her, every word that passes his lips she can feel it being ripped away. ]

What are you doing to me... [ Her words released on a breath, a hint of awe in them like perhaps the question wasn't entirely meant for his ears, but it doesn't matter because before she can think on it too long she's closing the distance between their lips and giving him his first taste, of exactly what she meant by that. (Dex 22 + Charm 51) ]

[ he's not immune to the deeper implications of what she's saying with those few words, unintended as they are for him to hear in the first place. which probably accounts for some of the tenderness behind the way he kisses her back, although it's hardly void of a growing sense of need with the way her lips and tongue seem to meet his own with such seamless give and take. just kissing her like this draws a soft moan from his chest and he presses closer to her, so that she can feel it vibrating through her own.

the grip on her backside slowly gives way to fingers wandering down towards the hemline of her dress, dipping past it to brush the skin on the back of her thigh with teasing caresses as he continues to sink into the kiss with her, taking his time with it in a way that the past encounter's frantic pacing didn't exactly allow for.

when the kiss finally breaks enough for him to breathlessly respond, his eyes hang closed for a second before opening to a half-lidded, hazy stare. ] Are you gonna kill me if I tell you how bad I wanna know what you taste like? [ as if to accentuate the point, he starts playing with the bottom edge of her dress and shifts his fingers to dip under it enough to trace some very light circles against her inner thigh ]

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[ When it's hot and heavy and careening ahead at a frantic pace, she doesn't have time to think or feel her way through it but this? This is different not just because she can savor the feel of his lips on her own or the way her body molds to his. It's that sudden surge of fluttering that rolls through her chest at the tenderness of the kiss, the erratic stammer of her heart that she can't entirely dismiss as hormones as his moan surrounds her, rolls through her and draws a whimper from her own lips.

She can feel the sway of her body as the kiss breaks, the bright, dancing lights from beyond their little hallway teasing her senses from beneath heavy lidded eyes and it's almost like she can feel his gaze on her as his breath skims past her lips. Kenzi lifting her chin enough to look at him just as that question passes his lips.

She sways into him, her grip on him tightening and there is no denying how turned on she is right now. Her lips parting and a groan escaping as she shifts into his touch, encouraging the path his hand is taking. ]

If you keep saying things like that I'm going to have to seriously rethink my answer on the Hotel. [ No Peter. You're quite safe... though she might kill you now if you don't follow through. ]

[ that brings some of that perma-smirk back, but then his lips are busy catching hers again as his fingers ghost up between her legs, dancing with deft precision of pressure across her center through the silky fabric there, and following the line of the band up so that he can start dragging her panties very slowly downwards. he breaks off the kiss to press his lips to the underside of her jaw again, and then her neck, and down the neckline of her dress towards her cleavage as his fingers continue to work her underwear off at a very deliberate pace. his tongue follows the swell of one breast as he sinks down onto his knees, his free hand moving up to fondle the other.

as his knees hit the cement floor, he pauses to look up at her, still with that damnable smile dancing in his eyes. ] Not too late. [ except yes it is, because this train ain't stopping. ]

[ Her eyes flutter closed once more and for once in all their encounters, she actually allows herself to let go. No overthinking what it means, whether it's a smart decision or not. It's just the way his lips brush over her skin, the tug of material as he drags her underwear down her body, the sudden loss of contact as he lowers himself down onto his knees and draws her gaze back to his face.

There's this look of quiet awe as she meets his gaze and it occurs to her, this is not something she usually allows. She's the one who likes to take control, who likes to give rather than receive but she can't even focus on that too long when he's looking at her like the only thing he needs to be fulfilled in life is to taste her right here in the hallway of this club. ]

Ask me again at the end of the night. [ Her voice made husky with desire as her hand moves out to run her fingers through his hair, Kenzi unwilling, or maybe even unable to look away from him right now. ]

[ he'll take it.

boy, will he take it.

there's a glint of victory in his eyes at even the possibility, whether it goes anywhere or not, and he moves back to press a few kisses down her stomach through her dress as his hand finishes pulling her panties down, letting them drop the rest of the distance to her ankles. his mouth continues its journey south, and he delivers a few teasing kisses right through her dress between her legs, before his hand comes up to push it up and out of the way.

his eyes lock on everything that's now exposed to the dim light, and there's a bit of awe there of his own as for a second he just looks her over in complete appreciation, his expression awash in lust. finally, he leans in to kiss the bare skin of her hip, up towards her stomach, where his tongue lazily circles her belly button. his right hand shifts down to give her a few talented strokes and he lets out a sound that's almost a growl of sexual frustration as he stops just long enough to murmur in a half-groan: ] You smell amazing, for the record. [ he doesn't give her long to chew on that before his fingers are slowly spreading her apart and his head dips so that his tongue can join the party. remember that great dex check he rolled earlier? still in effect.

the first few passes that his tongue makes are lighter, almost too light, to the point where that very sensitive bundle of nerves down there is probably screaming. but with another groan of pleasure, it doesn't take very long before he's picking up the pace. i mean, for a man, he seems to have a decent enough understanding of said pacing most of the time (wisdom 12) but with that technique of his, there's not a lot of room for complaints as he eats her out with what can only be described as uh... plentiful enthusiasm. ]

[ Oh she's already planning a conversation with Bo and if there's even a chance that she can wrangle their motley crew home for the night... Even if there's not? You'd be surprised what she can do with blankets on a Nevada night in March.

She doesn't fight the look of pleasure that pulls at her features as he carves a path down her body. A soft gasp making her fingers close around the length of his hair at the heat of his breath through the thin material of her dress and her face almost seems to glow from the light of the exit sign as she looks down at him, her hair creating a dark curtain that surrounds her as she drinks in the look on his face as he appreciates her, the way he looks to be worshiping her on his knees and it sends a surge of butterflies through her body. His gaze making her feel worthy of that kind of desire in a way she never has before.

Just one touch and her head is pressing back against the wall, Kenzi's fingers pushing through his hair but it's his words that threaten to bring her down right along with him as they go through her like a physical thing. Never in her life could she have imagined wanting to hear those words, but when he said it? The way he said it - dear god if he hadn't immediately distracted her with his mouth she would have been saying a lot of things she wouldn't be able to take back.

It's not enough, the teasing making her rock her hips forward. Chasing the friction her body craves and he reads her well enough to push her to the very brink, and then soothes the frustration with an experienced pass of his tongue. ]

Oh-my-god... Peter. [ It's almost amusing in how surprised she sounds as the words spill out, Kenzi lifting a hand to clamp over her mouth as if to keep her from crying out but it's not enough to silence the moans that rumble through her chest and there's nothing that can disguise the look of unabashed pleasure that twists her features.

The only thing she could complain about tonight, is the fact that it would be over far sooner than she'd like. (Fort 13)]

[ the way she cries out his name, and the way she has to resort to muffling her reactions causes him to smile right against her, even as he redoubles his efforts, his fingers, lips, and tongue working in tandem to bring her to a stunning climax sooner rather than later. he pulls away just enough to watch her writhing, glancing up to catch her expression as his fingers continue to gently pump in and out of her once, twice more, increasingly slowly as he winds her back down. the smile drops for a moment into a look of transfixed wonder at every little reaction her body evinces.

when he pulls his fingers fully out, she can hear how wet she is, and he traces his hands down her legs to grasp her panties and pull them slowly back up, getting to his feet as he raises them back into place, until he's right up in her grill again, drinking in her post-orgasm glow.

annd he lifts his fingers right up to mouth to get one final taste, his eyes holding hers in the smile that returns to his face, eminently pleased with all of that ] I could do that all day.

[ It's not just that he's capable of pulling her apart and making it look effortless... it's that he seems to get off on it almost as much as he had when he'd been buried inside of her and that, even more than the expert way his fingers twist and curl, even more than the flicker of his tongue and press of his lips is what has her crying out against the palm of her hand. Her body writhing, her features twisted, every nerve inside of her so overstimulated that she's ready to scream his name for anyone and everyone to hear.

Even after he's pushed her over the edge he doesn't stop, letting her ride out the euphoric high of her climax with his fingers still stroking her. Her legs trembling as she struggles to hold herself up, the wall he's pressed her against the only thing that allows her to remain vertical.

A whimper of a groan answers the withdrawal of his fingers, Kenzi's head dipping forward as he sets her to rights and then he's right there... pulling her out of that post-orgasmic haze as she somehow manages to focus on his face despite the cloud of lingering lust that hangs over her.]

Oh my god... [ How is anyone allowed to be this hot?! Oh my god, she is so screwed. She is so screwed. She is so screwed. ]

Oh - wow, you were... not kidding about the things you could do with your mouth. [ She's aware, that's probably something she should have kept to herself but he literally just, cleaned her off his fingers with his mouth so. She may have lost the ability to edit herself. Ever again. ]

Wait - wait a minute - [ Give her a second to process what just happen and then process the fact that her underwear is now back on. That would have been easier to achieve if she weren't looking into his eyes and now she just needs to breathe - breathing is good - breathing in and breathing out. ]

What about you?

[ he takes a half step back, settling one hand on the wall beside her head as he glances down at the way his pants are comically strained at the moment, before he looks back up at her ] Him? Oh, he's just... like that most of the time, honestly. [ the joke gives way to the actual truth quickly enough, his tone somewhere between sheepish, self-flagellating, and at least a little hopeful underneath it ] I didn't, uh... bring anything. I wasn't really expecting-- [ it's probably a good sign that he didn't have a condom with him when all he was planning to do was go race cars with his professed bff, but he's sure regretting it now ] But I mean, if you're-- [ the look he shoots her is almost furtive, trying to suss out what she's game for, without directly asking, and apparently can't get enough of a read to feel comfortable finishing that thought. ] I can always... deal with it. He just needs a minute.

[ For somebody who has just been told that the guy they really want to have sex with right now, didn't have a condom? She looks way too happy but he's right, it is a good sign and she's quick to do the math and for once? Draw a conclusion that works in his favor. While her Will Save might be saying fuck it, at least she has her sense to fall back on, breaking out a Nat 20 Wisdom Check to realize they can wait for most things until they've remedied that problem.

That doesn't mean she's going to leave him hanging... ]

What? You thought I was going to give you blue balls and be on my way? [ Amusement dancing in her eyes, not at his predicament but because Holy Shit, Peter Quill. The number of points you have scored this evening... ]

He doesn't need a minute. [ Hooking her fingers into the waist of his pants and tugging. ] He needs attention.

[ he lets his body be pulled obediently forward a bit by the action, as his lips curve back up with aroused delight. his fingers brush against her arm as he studies her expression and he does a nice job of masking his relief over here ]

I mean, definitely... not complaining about that option either.

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