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. ]

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[slay]

[ 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. ]

[bigbad]

[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.]

[slay]

[ 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. ]

[bigbad]

[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.

[slay]

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. ]

[bigbad]

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