new orleans ♔ sing like it's going to be your last day

[romanticidal]

♬ Happy Birthday Song - Andrew Bird

WHO || Thomas, Jack, Gar, Kat, Dumage, Mark, Myri, Buffy, Finnick, Spike, Rafael, Des, Elena [Closed]
WHAT || Various downtime shenanigans
WHERE || Various locations, New Orleans
WHEN || Sunday Nov 18th, night through Mon, November 26th, 2012 [Backdated]
HOW || Actionspam, don't sweat tag order! Feel free to threadjack everywhere too :)

[ The last mission was something of a mixed bag: while Thomas' team successfully infiltrated the underground levels, discovering the truth about Chad & company's diabolical experiments grafting human DNA into Shadowkind in an attempt to make their human mind control technology work on Shadow, the team searching for the relics ran afoul of Iscariot agent, Alexander Anderson. The deadly regenerator was there to kill Rafael, but Jack held him off long enough for the others to escape. Meanwhile, Finnick and Myri learned some interesting information about the state of affairs at NOVA Records...

This log covers any work and non-work related shenanigans the Knights have while staying in New Orleans, immediately following the last log and extending over the next week. This will be the Knight's last week in New Orleans before they return to the castle for the holidays / do some other filler things so we can catch up to the rest of the world chronologically. (except for characters who have IC reasons not to).

Make your own threads, don't fuss about tag order, feel free to threadjack multiple people into one thread for hang-outs, ask me if you want a certain scene with an NPC, etc. forever whatever. There will be a few group scenes, which I'll alert everyone to on Plurk. They may not all be posted immediately, so keep an eye on this post for new threads as time goes by. ]

Comments

[slay]

Can't throw everything into a wall. [ her hands go to the bandages. ] Father Anderson. I've never ... Nothing we've fought is that powerful. Nothing. He was like ... like a machine. A really evil machine, that quotes Bible verses.

[bigbad]

Hey. [He reaches for her hand, pulling it away from her bandages.] We'll be prepared next time. Might be powerful, but he's not undefeatable. You're the strongest person I know, and I don't just mean your wall throwing abilities.

[slay]

[ she stills at that, watching him. she doesn't move her hand out of his. it presses the right buttons. her conversation the night after the meeting is still fresh in her mind, weighing on her. strong in ways that aren't killing people. that's good. actually appreciated. that's better. ]

Spike ... [ her expression is unreadable. ] You're in love with me, aren't you?

[bigbad]

[He looks taken aback at the question. Is he in love with her? He's tried not to think about it. She doesn't want him in the same way. He looks away, letting go of her hand. If he doesn't say anything it's not a bluff check, right?

Too bad the answer's all over his face.]

[slay]

Spike.

[ her tone is soft but imploring. she needs him to say it. right now, she needs it more than anything. ]

[bigbad]

[He lets out a sigh.] Yeah. [He glances over at her, expression sad.] Completely over the moon, for you, love. I can't help it. You're amazing.

[slay]

( wonderwall ♕ oasis )
[ his words don't completely reach her, like she's somewhere else as she contemplates them. she hears what he's saying, but they don't pierce the deepest part of her like they ought to. she watches him, still stunned by the fact that he's saying them, because she can't remember anyone else ever saying something like that to her - and meaning it.

right now, it's all she wants. to know that someone feels that way about her.

she watches him for a moment, silence spanning the gap between them. her gaze flickers from his eyes to his mouth in blatant consideration. then, slowly, she leans forward to kiss him. one hand moves to the back of his neck to pull him in. ]

[bigbad]

[...that definitely was not the response he expected. He freezes for a moment that seems like forever. Is this some sort of trick? He thought she wasn't interested.

But it only lasts for a moment before he's kissing back, his hand resting on her shoulder as he shifts almost desperately closer. He doesn't know what know what brought about her change of mind, just that he's bloody glad of it. It feels right. Almost... familiar.]

[slay]

[ the kiss is the kind that's heady and intoxicating. she's losing herself in it before too long, which is exactly what she'd wanted. her arms wrap around his neck, and she turns her torso toward him, welcoming the closeness.

she drags him in, kisses him until she's gasping for breath, and even then she only breaks it for a moment to desperately, greedily suck in air. ]

[bigbad]

[He slips an arm under her legs to shift her into his lap. It's probably a terrible idea. This kiss is certainly exciting him, and it's only a matter of time til she'll be able to feel it. But he wants to be closer to her. He needs to feel her against him, even if his shirt's still in the way of feeling her skin.]

Buffy. [He murmurs it against her lips during the moment she breathes, barely even trying for breath himself. He's a vampire, he doesn't need it.]

[slay]

[ the sound of her name makes her skin prickle and come alive. she moves with his urging, compliant and earnest herself. she takes the hint and straddles him, settling in with her hips flush against his, which draws a little mewl of a reaction out of her.

his lips are colder than val'drin's. not chilly, exactly, but a strange sort of lukewarm that contrasts the heat coming off her in waves. she presses herself closer against him, and one hand moves to knot in his hair. ]

[bigbad]

[He's careful in how he pulls her against him. She is injured, after all. But that doesn't stop his hands from roaming over her back, feeling out the contours of her skin. The little mewls and the way her hips are pressing against his makes him groan into her mouth.

She's so warm against his body. Like he'll catch on fire if he keeps kissing her, but he'd bloody welcome it.]

[slay]

[ more. she wants to feel more of him.

she slips her hands quickly under his shirt, pushing it up with minimal fumbling. she draws out of the kiss to roughly yank it over his head and throw it aside, immediately leaning back in to catch his mouth in a hot kiss. it's all hurried and desperate, like she's pawing at him because it's all she has left to grab onto.

she winces as she presses her nearly bare chest to his, because the stretch of her muscles aggravates the wounds, but she soldiers through it, biting down at his lower lip. ]

[bigbad]

[He lets out a gasp when he can finally feel her skin against his, even if there are still bandages in the way. He undoes her bra strap deftly, wondering if at some point, she'll stop him, tell him it's too much, or if they're really going to do this.

He can't complain, though. He's wanted to do this since he first saw her almost a year ago. Maybe even longer than that. His other hand slips into the back of her pants, teasing, moving slowly in case he's wrong about this. He may be testing his boundaries, but he won't push too hard on them.]

[slay]

[ she moans into his mouth, rolling her hips more earnestly in response to this touch. she forces herself to pull back, drawing away from him only so she can slip her bra down her arms. she discards it and surges forward to catch his mouth again, pressing her bare chest to his. the coolness of his body makes her skin prickle. ]

[bigbad]

[He lies back, pulling her down on top of him, and shifting so one of his legs was between hers. This was really happening. She was really doing this. With him. He slipped his hand up her side to feel her breast, pinching her nipple lightly in case he was dreaming. All right, it was a bit less definitive than pinching himself would have been, but much more fun.]

[slay]

[ she sucked in a sudden breath, tilting her head back at the touch, grinding her body down against his. but it's not enough. the feathersoft touches, the light teasing. she reaches down between them to work open his pants. she needs more. ]

[bigbad]

[He groans as she frees him from his increasingly tight trousers. As usual, he wasn't wearing anything under them. But he doubted very much Buffy would complain. He looked up at her adoringly, watching as she went after what she wanted. All he wanted at the moment was for both their trousers to be gone so they could get even closer than they were already. He moved to kiss her neck, feeling the pound of blood under the skin, and moved to work on her trousers as well. He was all too eager to taste what lay under them.]

[slay]

[ she sits up more and raises one knee at a time to help him ease off her pants, pushing them carelessly off her ankles; buffy then dives in to tug his further down his hips as best she can until she gets fed up and just dips her hand inside his pants instead. her fingers wrap steadily around his cock, taking slow, awkward strokes, confined and limited by his pants and how much they're still covering, even open. ]

[bigbad]

Buffy! [He can't help the way he says her name, breathy and desperate, but her hand is on his prick and he's pretty sure this must be what heaven feels like. It takes everything he's got to push her away, but he needs to push his pants off the rest of the way. Then he pushes her down, grinning at her.]

Should see yourself, love. You look downright delectable. [He leans in for another kiss.]

[slay]

[ a breath escapes her as he pushes her to the bed, and she rolls with it easily. her arms wrap around his neck, dragging him into that kiss while her legs curl around his hips. there's just the thin cotton of her underwear between them, now, and she can feel him pressed against her in a way that's making heat build under her skin.

it's a bad idea. she knows it's a bad idea - horrible, really. and for all the wrong reasons. but she wants it. she wants to drown herself in him and really believe that there's someone out there who feels for her that strongly. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike can feel her quim pressing against his prick, all wet and hot and he doesn't have the patience to pull away from her yet again to get rid of that final barrier, so he reaches down and twists his fingers in the materials, then tears them away (str 19). Then he slips his hands between her legs to softly explore her folds. It should be new, but somehow, his fingers know exactly where to go.]

[slay]

[ there's nothing dignified about the noise she makes, which swallows any indignation she might have voiced over his aggressive removal of her underwear. she arches her hips up to meet him, pulling his hips down as she does by using the leverage her heels can get on the small of his back.

she shouldn't be surprised he's so good with her. no one knows her like spike does. nobody. except - no. she isn't letting her head go there, not now. she bites roughly at his lip, demanding. a wordless conveyance of more. ]

[bigbad]

[He likes that sound. He likes it a lot, like he likes all the sounds she's making and all the movements and basically he just... likes her. He presses a sloppy kiss to the corner of her jaw and slips two fingers inside her, stretching her out. He's impatient, but it's worth it to take his time. Make it better for her.]

[slay]

[ her lips part, but no sound comes out despite how her jaw slackens. finally, a short moan bursts from the back of her throat, barely creeping through because she's too caught up in how good it feels to really respond. she paws at him, fingers seeking out purchase in his shoulders, clipped nails digging in and scraping as she rocks her hips against his hand. ]

Spike. [ her voice is hoarse with desire, and she has to wet her drying lips before continuing, breathless. ] Spike, I want - [ she finishes it off with a whine, not able to bring herself to ask for what she needs. for him. ]