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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[ her spontaneous proposal just extends his grin wolfishly, although it's clear he doesn't take it seriously either, and then she's kissing him and sliding up him and he doesn't have to respond to that anyway. he lets out a small groan at the question, his eyes finally tearing off hers to look back down at her sex with undisguised hunger ] Don't need 'em. [ he still sounds almost like his throat is parched, and he bites his bottom lip for a moment before he gives an eager demand: ] Sit on me, already.

Jesus Christ. [ If ever there was a way for Kenzi to find religion, it was going to be at the hands of Peter Quill's mouth.

A low groan spills past her lips and he doesn't need to tell her again, her eyes locked on his as she lowers herself painfully slowly towards his mouth. Teasing him - always teasing him as her free hand slips down to tangle in the length of his hair, Kenzi allowing herself a moment just to appreciate the sight of him about to devour her before giving him exactly what he demands. ]

Fuck me...

[ whether it's just an exclamation or a request, it's gonna yield the same result, as he lets out a pleased growl before diving in with total abandon. this isn't an exercise in finesse, but that doesn't mean it still doesn't feel damn good (dex 14) and what's more, the sounds he makes as his tongue eagerly laps his own discharge from her are entrancing enough. look, his sexual awakening came far enough away from the bible belt of the galaxy that he's got zero shame in how much he's into the combined effect of experiencing both of their tastes tangled up together and it clearly seems powerfully intimate as far as he's concerned. he's just gonna have a religious experience of his own down here, and make sure that it's equally as satisfying for both of them. his enthusiasm erases any possible semblance of shame, his tongue dragging everywhere it can reach, including gliding a sloppy trail perilously close to her back door, as if to just make sure that she knows that there's not a line for him - and possibly half testing to see if she's got one of her own.

he will happily die here between her thighs, basically, until she decides she's had enough, occasionally managing to murmur a few more half mad phrases against her, talking about just how much he loves this, her taste, her pussy, and just how gorgeous he thinks it looks covered in his cum ]

[ There's a moment, just a he's looking up at her with greedy desire and the sound of him licking her clean as she tries not to buck against his mouth, where it occurs to her that asking him to marry her wasn't the dumbest thing she could have said. She has never been more turned on by anyone or anything in her life and he has ruined her for anyone else. It's either marry this a-hole some day or resign herself to sub-par sex and as much as she might try to care about this being a problem? She is far too taken in by what he's doing with his mouth to give a flying fuck.

He's rewarded with the sight of her unraveling above him as he banishes any shred of composure that remained, her body a quivering mess as pleasure and awe compete for dominance while she tries desperately to watch him - because seriously - who gave him the right to be this attractive as well as this good with his mouth? Her fingers push through his hair as she grinds against his mouth, the scrape of stubble only seeming to heighten everything as praise falls effortlessly from her lips. She is so gone, so utterly taken with him that all lines have been erased and the only thing that could get her to move from this spot is the inevitable orgasm that starts to rock through her body. (Fort 13)

The words that pass her lips are a nonsensical string of compliments all littered with curses but he could be fairly confident that she just told him he was fucking perfect as she holds on with both hands. She all but has to throw herself back from his mouth as every nerve in her body goes into sensory overload and in those seconds you could have asked her name and she honestly would not have been able to answer. ]

Fuck - Fuck [ No really, who is she? ] Jesus - how...

[ She's still half on top of him, the sight of her swollen and slick with arousal there for him to enjoy as her body shudders with aftershocks. Her hand grips his side for support as a string of incoherent exclamations sound under her breath and for the life of her, she can't seem to figure out how to make her limbs work let alone what to do with herself next. ]

Fuck - you?? [ How are you real, Peter Quill? ] Fucking Kevin Bacon...

[ it takes him a half a moment to recover before he lifts his head from where he was staring (i'll give you three guesses) to look at her, his expression suddenly writ over with adorable concern ] You alright? What did I-- I didn't hurt you, did I? [ which seems like a hilarious conceit at all from the guy who has his hands tied up over his head and was just having his face straddled but he actually seems worried that he might have done something.

another possibility suddenly hits him though, and his eyes widen a bit more. ] Is it because I--

I know we said we wouldn't do that. I'm sorry, I got... really... really carried away. [ and now he looks vaguely mortified that he might have done something really wrong in her books or gotten her to do something she didn't want to, even if she had been an enthusiastic participant. MAYBE THE SAFE WORD IS JUST REGRET KICKING IN. ] Is it-- are we ... [ finishing sentences is hard ]

[ It’s that awkward moment when she was paying him a compliment but without the ability to make complete sentences at the time, the result is his concern and her utter confusion as she tries to drag her head out of that haze of lust long enough to make sense of the words coming out of his mouth.

She should really get a medal for not immediately laughing at the sight of him, with his hands tied above his head and struggling to finish a sentence but he looks so completely mortified that he’s gone and fucked something up somehow that she can’t even bring herself to grin. ]

What – no – I wasn’t - [ Okay legs, you can do it. You can work, really you can.

It’s a little clumsy the way she shifts on top of him, like she’s still not regained full use of her limbs but she’s quickly trying to smooth out those worry lines with her fingers as she settles back against him, her own expression caught between apologetic and adoring. ]

It was amazing. You were - are, perfect. [ She drops her mouth to meet his with the intent of offering him reassurance but it feels like she’s about to escalate things right before she forces herself to pull back. ] I wasn’t trying to use the safe word… I was thinking… you so earned it as one. [ A beat. ] Actually I wasn’t really thinking at all… it’s more that, words were coming out of my mouth.

[ Her smile softens and she makes a move to loosen that belt that’s holding him in place. ]

Not bad Kevin Bacon. Very, very good, Kevin Bacon. [ A beat. ] Footloose, Kevin Bacon.

[ And she’s so worried about reassuring him that she’s not even going to touch on the whole, so we sure did fail on that condom use. Just yet anyway. ]

[ her words do wonders to turn his confusion into relief, and then into something much more... pride and affection on equal footing as she explains her reasoning. when his wrists are finally free, he lowers them and rubs them absently, staring at her all the way as a little smile of triumph lights his face ] Oh.

Really? [ that hangs there for a beat, before his smile widens with cocky joy ] I mean. Yeah. Told you, didn't I? [ if she smacks him, he won't stop smiling the whole time ] You're pretty damn Footloose Kevin Bacon yourself.

[ And if she hadn’t just scared the crap out of him then he’d definitely be getting smacked but he earned his moment of arrogance after having her ride his face while he was tied up. ]

Maybe I just wanted you to prove it. [ Bouncing her eyebrows like she was the mastermind who tricked him into mind-blowing sex by suggesting he might not be worthy of Kevin Bacon. ]

Oh, baby… I’ve always been Footloose. [ Yet even as she throws that back, there’s something in the way her eyes shine that suggests his words mean something to her. ] You’re only just catching on.

[ he raises one hand to brush over her cheek, pushing back the hair that's hanging there, his fingers twining gently through it as he studies her expression with an intimate intensity ] I mean, if that's level one... I am in it to win it.

[ his expression gets a little more serious, his own eyes reflecting back that same brightness in her own as he looks between them ]

You are so beautiful.

Not just because you're... stunningly hot, but you're like...

My dream girl, basically.

Naked. And in my bed. And very kinky. [ he's losing the plot a little here, veer it back, quill ] What I'm trying to say is... you're pretty perfect yourself.

[ She’s always been very good at telling other people that she’s attractive or awesome or even excellent in bed, but it was different when she said it. She said it so often, in fact, that you’d think she’d know how to take a compliment when it was sincerely given but it’s that intimate intensity that she’s not used to. It’s the fact that as she looks at him, she believes he means it. That she is beautiful. That maybe… she is his dream girl.

It’s probably one of the sweetest things that anyone has ever said to her, which is what makes the next things out of her mouth sound so ridiculous. ]

God you are such an asshole. [ There’s no malice in it and while there’s more than a touch of drama in the way she says it? He only has to look at her eyes to realize that she’s coming to terms with the fact that she likes him. Really likes him. Already started mentally making plans levels of like. ]

You know I had this whole, no dating policy until you came and fucked it up. [ She rocks forward, silencing the idiotic words she seems incapable of stopping by kissing him and there’s emotion behind it, a swell of feeling that threatens to bowl her over as she has to cup his cheek just to try and stay grounded. ]

Because you have to date me now. [ Murmuring those words against his lips, her eyes closed like it will make it easier for her to say this. ] You can’t go telling me I’m basically your dream girl and then not date me.

[ he leans into that kiss, into her touch, his own hand still locked in place on her cheek, where his thumb caresses her skin gently.

still, when she forces herself to say it, his eyebrows both climb a little, and despite her trying to avoid eye contact, he pulls back to study her and says: ] Is this the part where I remind you about the shit you gave me earlier just for asking you on one date?

[ Oh my god you are such a D I C K.

She lifts her head to look at him, her face the picture of ' this bitch '. ]

Is this the part where I remind you who deepthroated you in the hallway of a club?

Only if I get to bring up that somewhere in the middle of what just happened, you proposed.

[ How dare! ]

That! Was my vagina talking.

[ What's amazing is that she says that with a straight face. ]

And you didn't say no!

I was a little busy at the moment.

[ you weren't complaining. Pepperidge Farm remembers. ]

I guess I'm gonna take that as a yes, then. About the date. [ that seems an appropriately cautious answer. he's not actually sure if she's talking about that kind of dating, or like... exclusive dating.

a smarter man would clarify in this moment, probably. ]

[ ... ]

Yes, you were. [ Look at that satisfied grin. ]

I already said yes. [ Did you, tho? ] You were just... distracted by the singing and the sex.

Oh. [ he's dumb enough not to question that and fumbles for a response. ] Well...

Maybe... I just wanted... to hear it.

... again.

[ yeah, that'll show her (??) ]

[ She said she wanted to date him when he tried to do a takeback on the asking out. That's... mostly like saying yes, right? ]

Well.... again. [ Why couldn't you have just agreed when she said you have to date her? Why is this now a thing? WHY DID YOU CALL HER OUT ON THAT PROPOSAL.

~~You still haven't said no, don't think the audience at home haven't noticed~~. ]

Yes. I will go out with you. [ And just for making this painful for her... ] Guess you were wrong when you said that's the last time you ask me on a date.

[ he really did just want to hear it again tho

altho now he gets all indignant ]

No. Technically... this is the same time. You just... got an extension.

[ ... ]

Beg to differ. [ Oh look, Kenzi found a nice hill over here next to Tom's. ]

Saying 'I take that as a yes' doesn't extend the initial question. You asked again.

"You have to date me now". Your words, not mine. [ he sounds unbearably smug. this is gonna turn into how to lose a date in 10 minutes ]

Just putting it on record. You brought it up. You [ he presses a finger into her shoulder fondly and also in the most annoying manner possible as he leans his head next to hers to say in a voice that's both amused and... pretty happy ] wanna be my girl.

[ Oh he did not just call her out like that.

It takes a gargantuan Will Save for her to keep the discomfort and embarrassment from showing on her face and ya know what? It doesn't matter, that this is basically... the exact same thing she did to him when she Rom-Commed him because, she is a hypocrite, and it's different, because she says it is.

Keeping her face schooled into an unaffected mask, Kenzi pokes him back in just the same way before drawing back from him and speaking in a tone that is far too casually cheery to be trusted. ]

Wanted. Past tense. [ Didn't even take 1 minute. ] Now I just wanna slap you.

That's just your undeniable attraction to me speaking.

... Angrily.

Like Leia telling off Han Solo. [ he turns his head so that his lips are hovering near her own, tempting fate (and his dick's safety) ] When really, she just totally digs him and did the whole time.

[ It's not her lips he's going to feel but rather her fingers as she puts her hand over his mouth and pushes him back a couple of inches. ]

And as I recall it took him an awfully long time to see any action.

[ he allows her to shove him back but then gently takes her wrist to pull her hand away ] Hey now. I put in literal years of you busting my balls already, remember.

That's gotta count for something.

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