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

[ It’s such a small thing, something that should hardly mean as much as it does, but it’s that slight increase of pressure that settles the emotions wreaking havoc on her insides. He’d feel the way she leans into it, unseen traces of tension slipping away and she exhales a stream of hot air against his chest and lifts her gaze to meet his.

She is. So gone, at this point that she’s not even going to try and deny it. She’s just quietly hoping he doesn’t call her on what’s written all over her face. ]

I… might have already texted Bo to say I wasn’t coming back tonight. [ Her fingertips back to teasing the ends of his hair. ] I mean… it’s a really good view.

[ She is so not talking about the one from their room. ]

Plus… [ She begins to walk her fingers up his chest with her free hand, her gaze dropping to watch the path they’re taking. ] I kinda like this bubble we have going on.

[ You know the one where the outside world doesn’t exist and so there’s nothing but the two of them to blow shit up and somehow they’ve managed not to so why risk it?! That bubble. ]

[ his voice rumbles in his chest beneath her fingers when he replies ] Oh yeah? [ there's a pleased edge to the words, and his hand cups her cheek as he bends down to draw her into a romantic kiss -- just as the door opens, and there's a coughing sound there from the woman waiting to get on the elevator ]

[ It's one of those stupidly perfect moments that's been pulled right out of a John Hughes movie and then... some bitch legit has to clear her throat. They're in a hotel in Vegas, lady. Be grateful they have clothes on.

Almost, as if to spite her, she lingers in the kiss a little longer, their lips still brushing as she allows herself this moment to freefall... and then a grin slowly makes its way across her lips. ]

Bubble. [ Told you it's better when nobody else is around... and then reluctantly, oh so reluctantly... she turns in his arm to face the open doors and pretend like she gives a damn about decorum. ]

[ yeah, he's not any better about it, lady can wait. luckily, this is their floor anyway, so he just keeps his arm around her waist and pushes forward past the woman, rubbing a finger across his nose with his other hand to hide his smirk. when they get past, and the woman huffily gets in behind them, he turns around to glance at her before glancing down at kenzi with a wink ] Think you might be onto something.

[ She doesn't make that exit particularly easy, either, leaning back against him as he shuffles her forward. Her arm comes around to rest on top of his, holding him to her and she's craning her neck to look up at him as she remains unaffected by the strangers judgment. ]

I'm gonna be onto something else in a minute. [ Injecting those words with as much suggestion as she can manage... (charm: 51) and then like the ass that she is, she finally acknowledges the stranger and offers her the brightest, most enthusiastic smile she can force her face to make. ]

And you have yourself a great night.

[ she's met with a scowl and a shake of the head from the woman as the doors close on her face, but peter laughs, and his hand slides down to kenzi's ass ... likely before those doors are closed all the way so that she gets an eyeful of that. his other hand slides into his pocket to fish out the keycard ~~and subtly adjust that boner except not b/c he crit failed his sleight of hand l m a o~~ ] We might wind up needing both those boxes after all.

[ I mean... with her this close Peter, why are you even trying? I don't think you adjusted it so much as you poked her with it. Shameless wonder over here doesn't seem bothered, though. ]

I wonder if they give you a discount for ordering them in bulk... [ Because clearly, they're going to need to stock up. A lot. Like... so much a lot. ]

Or find better alternatives.

I mean... you guys have other options down here, right? [ HOW ADVANCED IS EARTH CONTRACEPTION he has done surprisingly little research since he got back and he didn't know a whole lot when he was eight, weird. he sticks the card in the slot, and the light beeps green, leading him to open the door with a hip and gesture for her to go in ahead of him. it probably still reeks of sex and champagne in here. their poor maid. ]

[ Maybe they'll be nice and empty the trash for her before they check out.

One can hope. ]

Uhhh. [ Things that probably shouldn't be confusing? Birth control. ] Plenty where I came from... I figure it's gotta be the same here. Pills. Little... things they stick in your arm. The pullout method. [ A beat. ] kidding... about that... last one.

[ She sure did, bomb a Wis check to realize what she might be suggesting with everything she just said. ]

[ he sure won't ]

Nothing I suppose that's an immediate solution. [ it's fine. condom city, it is. he's getting the hang of it. ] And don't worry - I wouldn't play the timing game on you. I mean, this thing's like a frigging fire hose, honestly.

Just condoms and blowjobs. [ The classiest pairing, honestly. ] Oh I've noticed.

[ What? Do you know how long she spent on her knees?! ]

And it is, welcome to put out my fire any time you like. [ They should. Stop this before it gets so much worse. ]

[ as the door clicks closed, he follows her into the room as they back straight in the direction of the bed, and his fingers move to her hips, dancing lightly there while he unabashedly scopes her out. there's a look in his eyes like he just won the lottery, except the lottery is a girl who will finish his extended sexual metaphors with really terrible double entendres. it could be love, y'all. his dick is already in love, at least. which is probably where this comes from, as he slowly gets a growing terrible glint in his eyes: ] I'm just going to throw this out there [ ok ron burgundy ] but I think... that you and I [ he continues backing her in with each word, the hand at his hip a gentle guide ] should just get absolutely filthy tonight. I mean... the raunchiest things we can think of. I'm talking barely able to make eye contact in the morning, try anything once, dubious levels of legality free-for-all. [ charm 28 ] I mean. If you're into that kind of thing. [ did you think he was going to talk about his feelings right now when this was an option ]

[ It's that terrible glint that captures her attention and she can't seem to look away as he guides her back towards the bed. Kenzi slipping the ridiculously tall heels from her feet with a subtle finesse that was probably sorely lacking the last time they got naked in this room. (Dex 23). She hangs from every word that passes his lips, utterly drawn in by the way he can make each one sound like sin and perfection all rolled into one and she does a poor job of masking the way her breathing alters as the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed.

Her gaze glides from his face and down the length of his body. Taking a moment to fully appreciate him before a slow grin begins to play across her lips as she gathers up the material of his shirt while resisting the urge to start trying to get it off of him. (WS 20 Total.)]

Oh honey... [ That grin turns sly and one hand dips from his shirt to cup him through the front of his pants. ] I lived with a Succubus for years.

[ Instead of pulling his shirt off, she tugs at the material to drag him down to her level, her teeth running over her lower lip as her mouth hovers tantalizingly close to his. ]

I don't think you're prepared for what I consider raunchy.

[ I'm sorry, Peter. Did you think you or your dick were in control of this show? That's cute. ]

But let's find out....

[ Charm 50. Are you okay right now, Peter? ]

[ with a 14 will save? that's hardly the word for it. but in the best way possible, as he unleashes a groan of pure desire at those words, his eyes rolling back for just a moment before they go closed. his tongue swipes over his lips as if they've gone parched, before he looks at her again, everything but a cloud of lust, excitement, and gratitude banished from the dark green of his eyes. he doesn't offer any resistance to her grip where she has him drawn down to her, his hips straining into her hand and her touch in an obediently eager fashion. he can't seem to pry his eyes off her lips, as if he can't believe the words that just dripped off from them. ] Yes, please. [ the words are practically croaked out, his need broadcasted in an entirely undisguised fashion at this point. congrats, he'll literally do whatever you want, kenzi, and clearly love every minute of it. ]

[ His hips press into her touch and she has to fight the smile that wants to pull wide. A surge of confidence sweeping through her body as her hand molds to the hardening bulge and she watches him just as intently as he watches her mouth and loving everything about the way he responds to her. This was a man who had traveled the universe doing... god only knows what with whom and yet he responded to her like she's the most incredible thing he'd ever encountered and damn if that doesn't feel good. Especially because she's not having to be anything other than herself to render him this way. ]

Then take off your pants and give me your belt. [ Her lips brushing his as those words roll low and husky on her exhale of breath. ]

[ it takes all the will power he has, but he keeps himself from leaning in to kiss her, his hands dropping instead down to his belt to start undoing it with a few practiced and deliberate motions, eyes never once leaving hers. there's no effort to hide how intrigued he looks by this turn of events, only a soft clinking of metal, and then the distinctive and satisfying noise of him yanking his belt free of the loops with ease (dex 18).

he lifts it up to his mouth and bites down on the leather, letting the belt hang from between his teeth, where it swings slightly in entertaining fashion, as his hands drop to finish unzipping (a little faster now, his eagerness getting the better of him) and then he dramatically drops trou before reaching back up to grab the belt free. he folds it over once before extending it in the small space between them, one eyebrow lifted at her in a point perfectly fixed between being challenging and compliant. ] Yes, ma'am.

[ He has no idea how hard it is for her to keep this cool air of control, some part of her brain just screaming at her to jump his bones and fuck this little game they're playing but it's that excitement in his eyes that sees her committing to it. Kenzi swallowing a groan as he makes the simple act of removing a belt, far sexier than any person has a right to be. Maybe they just need to institute a no clothing policy so that self-control doesn't have to be such a painful thing?

Kenzi reaches for his belt but just holds there like that for a moment, close to a mirror image of that moment back in the training room when she'd almost walked away from him but this time the desire is swirling in her eyes as she reaches out to trail one long nail down the outside of his thigh. ]

This too. [ Taking the belt and tapping the loop against his abs, her eyes now shining with a mix of mischief and hunger that speaks to every dirty little thing that plays through her head about what she'd like to do with him. ]

And then be a good Star-Lord and get on the bed for me.

[ you just wanted to see the shirtless icon again, didn't you.

he lets out the tiniest hiss when her nail skates across his skin and his eyes drop to where she taps him with the belt, a half dazed grin riding the corner of his lips when he glances back up to see that look in her eyes. he exhales a half strangled soft sound when she orders him onto the bed, especially when she calls him that.

look, we're not going to bring up where he got that nickname from right now. we're just not delving into that part of his psyche. and we're definitely not getting into any psychological reasons why it apparently does it for him so damn much. the important part here is that it does - i mean really, really does - and he does not hesitate to reach down to yank the shirt over his head and toss it across the room where it lands perfectly on the chair with a really extra nat 20. he's not even looking, ok.

he makes sure to brush against her just enough as he climbs into the bed, which is still a tangle of sheets at this point, scooting up so that his head is on the slightly mangled pillows before he asks a very serious question. ] Is it weird if we make Kevin Bacon our safe word?

[ I don't know what you're talking about ~~yes I did thank you~~.

It doesn't matter where he got the name from, alright. All that matters right now is that she just broke out a Nat 20 Sense Motive to know exactly what that does for him and so there will be plenty of opportunities for us to ponder what it says because she is so going to be using it a lot from now on. The die are all about their kinky, questionable life choices.

That question may also be the most ridiculous thing that anyone has ever said - period - but as Kenzi follows him onto the bed with his belt still in hand and moves to straddle him so that her dress is riding up her thighs... we'd come to see that it's okay because they're the most ridiculous couple to ever exist as something akin to delight dances in her eyes despite her attempts to keep the sexy and in control demeanor in place.]

Mmmmm... [ She makes a show of considering it, however, reaching for his hands so that she can use his belt to properly secure them above his head. (Dex 20 Total) ] I don't know, Star-Lord... Have you earned Kevin Bacon as your safeword yet?

[ he doesn't resist whatsoever as she pushes his hands back up towards the headboard and starts tying them together, although he squirms a bit beneath her as she tightens the grip, although it's clearly because he's just getting more turned on by the moment. the question distracts him at least, and his gaze moves from what she's doing with his hands to search her face again as he protests: ] What exactly earns a guy Bacon honors around here?

I mean it is Kevin Bacon. [ Once again making a show of thinking about it as she grabs one of the discarded pillows and begins to casually... strip the pillowcase from it. ]

It's going to have to be something, really good. [ A small smile playing across her lips as the pillow gets tossed aside and she appears to be folding the case into a band of material. ]

It could even involve begging. [ Her voice pitches low as she leans closer, teases at kissing him but instead makes a move to blindfold him, her warm breath fanning across his face as she brushes her lips along his jaw and up to his ear. ]

You crying my name out so loud that he can actually hear it. [ Smiling against his ear as she gets that blindfold secured. (Dex 17). ]

[ hrngh. his head lifts up slightly when she comes close to kissing him, which gives her plenty of room to reach around behind his head and tie the blindfold on. for a moment, he looks hilariously huffy about that, but then she's whispering in his ear and she can feel his cock twitch between her legs with anticipation. he nods a few times, a little of the usual bluster removed by the breathlessness of his tone as he says: ] ... I can do that.

Hope he's not at church.

[ ... ]

Praise, be. [ Those words murmured against his ear before he'd feel the sudden absence of warmth. The shift of weight as she sits up and allows herself a moment to drink him in while he's lost to the darkness of his blindfold and... very much at her mercy.

It's very intentional, the way her hands hover over his chest as they run over his body and yet never quite make contact. The warmth of them just enough to tease at touch, but never breaching the barrier.

At first, it's a drag of nails as they roll across his abs, a brush of her hair as it spills over her shoulder and she lightly grazes him with her teeth but then she's climbing off of him so that he no longer has the weight of her body on top of his. The bed moving as she rids of herself of the dress and underwear he can't appreciate disappearing.

Then it's back, the warm breath at his ear as she grazes the outer shell with her teeth, the curve of one bare breast lightly brushing against his side. ]

Tell me who you want, Star-Lord. [ Charm 47. ]

[ wait! where did she go! he twists a bit in place when she dismounts from the bed, clearly made impatient for her touch already. waiting is not his strong suit, and his face turns towards hers when he feels her at his ear, his body straining a bit in the direction of where he just had contact with her skin.

he only gets a nat 20 will save here because he has to be a flippant child first about everything. ]

Maybe we should put him on speakerphone for this.

[ Just as quickly as she'd given him something... she takes it away and he's left there with only the ghostly memory of her breath against his ear and brush of her breast on his chest as she punishes him for that Will Save with this casual taunt. ]

I don't think you're ready for Kevin Bacon...

[ This Bitch. ]

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