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

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. ]

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[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

I've got you, love. [He buries his face in her neck, pressing his lips against her skin.] I've always got you. [He pulls his fingers out of her and positions himself between her legs, cock nudging at the entrance to her cunt. He looks up to meet her eyes, expression overflowing with affection.] This what you want?

Please. [ she arches her hips up as she whines the word out, pressing herself against him. she meets his gaze, but what's in hers is very different than what's in his. desperation, darkness and lust. she wants him, that much is clear, but it's a very animalistic thing. ]

[What's in her eyes almost gives him pause. This isn't what he wants. He wants her to love him too. But he can hardly stop now. He's too far into it. And what he sees in her does stir him, in a very different way than what he was hoping for.

He sinks inside her.] Slayer. [It comes out a low groan. He settles for a moment, letting her adjust and relishing the feeling.]

[ she loses it as soon as he's inside of her, gasping his name against his mouth as she pulls him down for a messy kiss.

she rocks her hips up to meet his, keeping the movements slow at first while she gets accustomed to how he stretches her, and relearns the movements. she's done this before, she must have. but she couldn't imagine how it could possibly have felt this good. ]

[He moves with her, siding one hand down to caress her breast as his other slips around her and pulls her even closer. The movements are too natural for this to be his first time, though he can't remember ever having sex before. He's glad that in practice, he's no more virginal than he assumed. And god, it's perfect. She's perfect. So responsive to his every touch. He shifts a little to change the angle, going into her more deeply as he keeps kissing her. It's even better than he imagined it would be.]

[ with each caress, her breasts grow more sensitive in anticipation, nipples hardened into small red nubs that make her cunt twitch with every brush against them. everything he does, every shift, every movement, it's like he knows her inside and out. better than she does.

she moans as he hits deeper in her, and as he draws back, the head of his cock brushes just the right place inside of her at an angle that makes her let out a less restrained noise, a full-on gasp of a moan, as she throws her head back. her fingernails leave deep grooves in his waist as she moves her hands there to pull him in closer. ]

[He knows he won't last much longer. It's all too good, and she's too bloody perfect. Even the pinpricks of pain from her fingernails only drive him more mad. He wants to hold out, but he knows it's a losing battle. But there'll be time for more. This can hardly be the end of their story. Just the first step.

He gives up on trying to think as he starts moving faster, pounding into her harder with each thrust. He's breathing hard and letting out little groans at every collision of their hips, but he can't bring himself to care. She should hear how bloody worked up she's got him. She should know.]

[ she lets out a little whine as he picks up the pace, and she matches him with frantic jerks of her hips upward. he keeps brushing that one spot that makes her skin tingle on each thrust, and it's creating a steadily mounting pressure in her abdomen.

her grip on him tightens as her breath shortens and finally she slips one hand between them, desperate and impatient for release, to rub a few gentle circles around her clit to bring her the rest of the way. her orgasm crashes over her and her muscles tighten in sudden, jerky movements. her body seizes up entirely, and she's left shaking and moaning as she desperately tries to slam her hips up for more. ]

[That's more than enough to send him spilling into her, moaning something that starts out as her name before he loses all coherency. He slams down into her, hard, biting at her shoulder with blunt teeth, enough to bruise but not break the skin. He keeps moving just as long as he can, loathe to have it end even now. Then finally he stills, resting on top of her.]

[ she keeps her legs wrapped around him, but more loosely now, and doesn't budge from the tangle of limbs. she feels a pit of guilt sink in her stomach. it's not that the warmth of doing this with someone she cares about isn't there - of course she cares about him. but not like she should.

she used him. plain and simple. and now there's a hollowness to the afterglow, like a bad aftertaste. she catches her breath, careful to keep her chin tucked at his shoulder so she doesn't have to worry about him getting a good look at her expression. there wouldn't be anything good to see in it right now. ]

[Spike, meanwhile, is in blissful heaven. He shifts, a bit, letting himself slide out of her, though that's about all the effort he's willing to expend to untangle himself.] Love you, Slayer. [He murmurs, pressing a kiss to her hair.] Bloody hell, that was perfect.

Mm. [ it's a means of dodging agreement, really. or answer. she isn't in love with him. she isn't going to lie to him. but when he pulls out of her, she shifts to get more comfortable beneath him. she lays her head back, relaxing, getting control of her expression so she doesn't have to worry about it. she's wearing a thin smile. ]

[He let her move, shifting himself until they were curled up together comfortably. This was so much better than sleeping alone.]

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

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