after-party ♔

[wynn]

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions (Slovechnia group will be returned by this point!)
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || Feb 1st, 2013, 6:00PM
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

The "afterparty" is rumored to be the real main event of the night. A black-tie affair in the lavish, opulent ballroom, it is every new Knight's chance to mingle and meet some of their new brothers in arms. Of course, a couple hours are provided following the ceremony for everyone to change, do hair and makeup, and choose from the vast array of formal attire in the closets of the balcony "dressing rooms" located at the top of spiraled staircases on either side of the ballroom. A separate dressing room exists for men and women, and they include full bathrooms (with, thankfully, very modern plumbing).

The squires are usually among the last to arrive, and the ballroom is full to the brim with a fancy array of people, of all shapes, sizes and species.

Hope you aren't shy. They're all here to meet you.

Feel free to make your own open threads for people to come congratulate your newly pledged knight.

ooc; also if your Knight wants to get all gussied up, you can make a Disguise (Cha) check for how good they were at hair/makeup/stylin', etc! This goes for... any time.

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aslkdjf I love you

[unhand]

[It's a pretty room. Hook sure doesn't recognize it. Maybe Emma should have brought him here earlier to avoid these awkward situations. He presses the door closed and kisses her against it.]

Nice place. Bit sweeter than I'd expect from you.

[reallywicked]

It's not mine. [She says before attacking his mouth more hungrily, hands grabbing at his clothes to pull him tighter against her.]

[unhand]

[Makes sense. He doesn't really care. He slips his hand up under her shirt and taking ample time to explore her skin on the way.]

[reallywicked]

[She hums her approval as his hand brushes against her back. She has to admit that dragging him into a stranger's room adds something to the experience. Perhaps that's why she becomes more insistent, her hands tugging at his clothing already.]

[unhand]

[SO HEY SOME SEX ROLLS TIME (str 20, dex 8, con 16, wis 19, cha 14). Too bad he's a little drunk so that's probably why he's also a little clumsy. Luckily it doesn't seem to affect his endurance, any, as she might notice from the way his prick presses into her as he pulls her against him. He lets her help him with his clothing. After all, it's a bit tricky with one hand. At least hers are a bit easier.]

[reallywicked]

[Sexy rolls: Str 12, Dex 14, Con 20, Wis 20, Cha 22... I'm just saying, this girl's got it goin' on. She chuckles at his fumbling, but doesn't say a word about it. He's one-handed and she's used to high school boys, so it's not like she's not used to leading someone along to get her bra off before. She makes decent work of his shirt, slipping it off of him and throwing it off to the side. As she reaches down to help him with his pants, she lets her hand first slide down, pressing her palm against his hardness and giving him an approving little smile. She drags her hand up, using her palm and fingers to rub the length of him before returning to her task of removing his pants so that she might have easier access to that particularly interesting part of him.]

[unhand]

[Daaaaamn at least he's got her beat in strength. As soon as she's freed his erection he pushes her against the bed, covering his mouth with hers. He fumbles a bit with the bra clasp. He unzips her dress and manages to work her bra free easily enough (disable device 17) and pushes it down, pulling away a bit to look at what he's revealed. He smirks.] Lovely.

[reallywicked]

[She walks backwards, lightly drawing her nails over the skin of his now-exposed torso until she reaches his neck. She pulls him closer, pushing herself against him as his hands work to remove more of her clothing. As the cool air hits her back, she groans against his mouth, stepping back to drop her bra to the side and to step out of her dress. Left only in a skimpy red thong, she doesn't seem even a little self-conscious.]

Don't be shy. Unless you only planned to look? [Why yes, she's teasing him.]

[unhand]

All in good time, darling. [He doesn't move forward, mostly to annoy her, taking his time in looking over every detail. Then, all at once, he pushes her down to the bed and claims her lips, hand sliding down her chest to pull her panties aside as he positions himself between her legs.]

[reallywicked]

[She tumbles back onto the bed with him, hands moving all over his very nice body as she does so. She's impatient and he knows it. His decision to keep her from what she wants only makes her want him more. He probably knows that to. This is the only sort of guy she ever really wants. The rest are just trophies.

She gasps as he moves between her legs, arching and rolling her hips to help him meet his goal. Her nails dig in slightly to the skin on his back where she's holding onto him.]

[unhand]

[He waits a few precious seconds more, just to tease her, but he's desperate for this too. He can't hold himself back very well when he's so bloody close. He slides into her with a long, low groan.]

[reallywicked]

[Whatever clever little flirty quips she's had at the ready all fly out of her head the moment he pushes inside of her. As he fills her, she adds her voice to his, moaning loudly in satisfaction at getting what she's been wanting since she spotted him earlier in the evening. As the first wave of shuddering pleasure passes, she opens her eyes to look him over while her hips roll, trying to pull back and buck up to meet him, but not having enough leverage to be more than a tease to herself.]

[unhand]

[It's enough to urge him forward, enough to make him press his lips into her hair and wrap an arm around her to press her tightly to him as they move together on the bed.]

[reallywicked]

[Her hands move to his back, red nails digging in as she cries out again. She drags her nails across the skin, wanting more, needing more.]

Harder. [She urges, panting.] Harder. [The only word she can manage for now. She doesn't know him at all, so romance or tenderness was never something she expected or wanted from him.]

[unhand]

[Harder, he can manage, but he enjoyed teasing her so much the first time that he has to do it a bit more.]

Ask nice.

[reallywicked]

[Faye Chamberlain does not ask for anything nicely.With a Strength check of 19 and a Dex check of 16, she holds onto him with all of her limbs and rolls the both of them over on the bed until she's straddling him and able to control her movements to her liking. Giving him a sort of gloating smirk, she sarcastically replies:]

Please.

[Her hips begin a steady rhythm against him, rocking and lifting, bringing herself down against him with more intensity.]

[unhand]

[He smirks at her and he pulls her down into a kiss as he keeps moving with her. As much as he enjoyed the teasing, he loves seeing her take control as well. He's more than happy to meet her pace as she sets it, rocking up to meet her thrusts.]

[reallywicked]

[Her lips meet his, hands planted on either side of his head as she rocks her hips against him. She moves like she was born to do this (dex 20 total) and makes sure she looks damn fine doing it (cha 23). Being in control means that she can give herself exactly what she wants. The angles are right, the pressure is right. She'll take from him what she wants and not even bat an eye. She brings her hips down and moans against his mouth, teeth gabbing his bottom lip and biting down roughly.]

[unhand]

[Damn, that shit's hot. He works her breast with his good hand skillfully (dex nat 20) and promptly comes on the spot (con... 7).]

[reallywicked]

[Between her exceptional movements (which are aimed more at her own pleasure than his, let's be real here) and his skillful attention to her breast, Faye's body gives in to the sensations and her climax sneaks up on her (con 6). She cries out, practically shouting as the first wave hits her and she rides it out. She continues to rock her hips against him, the movements jerky and uneven as all of her muscles tense, then relax in unison.

But even when she's done and sated, she doesn't wilt to his side like a delicate flower. With one hand placed on his chest to steady herself, she tries to catch her breath in heaving pants.]

[uncurse]

[ emma's exhausted. by the time she gets back to her room, she's emotionally and physically beat. her feet are killing her from the after-party, and her heart aches from david's missing memories. she pushes open her door without turning on the lights. she kicks off her shoes, but then stops short upon hearing a noise (listen 16).

her hand reaches out to turn on the table lamp, and she's stunned into silence for a long moment.

on her bed, hook and ... some girl from earlier at the party. her gut sinks, twisting and trying to wring emotion from her that she won't allow to come, even as her eyes sting. anger is easier. anger slips in like she's so practiced in letting it and she explodes in sharp offense. ]

What the hell are you doing here?

[unhand]

[BWUH WHA NOT WHAT HE WAS EXPECTING?]

Swan? What are you doing here?

[He looks over at Faye because HE THOUGHT THIS WAS YOUR ROOM or at least someone you knew or at least... not Emma's....]

[reallywicked]

[Faye, on the other hand, is finding this so amusing. She had watched the blonde and the pirate interact before she had approached him at all. Really she couldn't have lucked out better than this. While they're busy shouting at each other, she moves to grab her dress and underthings, dressing quickly because this isn't her first rodeo.]

You said we needed a room. [She says to Hook, expertly zipping her dress and adjusting it. She turns to Emma and flashes a fake, sweet smile.] Sorry, princess. Luck of the draw.

[uncurse]

Yeah, I find that hard to believe. [ emma's voice is sharp and intolerant. her eyes flicker to faye; she's both grateful that she's already got her closed on and baffled she could feel anything like gratitude in this moment. mostly, though, her expression just holds contempt and impatience. ] Just - Just get out. [ she looks back to hook. ] Both of you, just get out of here.

[ she wants to stop herself, wants to shut herself up while she's still pissed and the hurt hasn't crept through but it's not happening because a squeaky, pitchy edge enters her shout and she keeps going. ]

Are you kidding me? Is this - Is this supposed to be funny? Are you pissed, is this some - some attempt to get back at me for earlier? I reject you, so you decide to screw some little girl in my bed? God, are you ten?! What the hell is wrong with you?

[unhand]

That's not-- I didn't know! [He grabs his pants and yanks them up, still talking to her.] You said I should find someone else. Wasn't about you at all!