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☠Fifteenth Reel: Haters [VOICE]

[For a while, there is only the groan of wood in the background before a sigh can be heard.]

I hate...whatever month this is. A portion of my crew disappeared, I've heard voices compelling me to KILL all of you interlopers in exchange for whatever I wanted...

Mind you, I did not get what I wanted. [She does sound irritated by that.]

I've been imprisoned, again, and had to fight a hoard of undead...AGAIN! This time for a week. The only silver lining being that the sea bitch is DEAD.

[SIGHS]

I think it's perfectly okay to sleep forever, or celebrate, for an equal amount of time. I'm far too tired to make a decision at the moment. So with all that said, any suggestions?

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[Hearing those words are reassuring, and Grell smiles before leaning up close to his ear, her hand still touching at his length over the fabric. She gives the ear a light kiss.]

Take me to the stars. [Her other hand comes up to his chest, finding a scar to follow while she kissed his ear.]

[Dave sighs softly and puts an arm around Grell's shoulder as she whispers into his ear. For a few seconds he doesn't do anything but bask in her affection. Then he uses his free hand to tug his underwear down.]

If we're going to the stars we should get the rocket out.

That we do. [In her opinion, having him lay down to get them off would be easier. She nudges her head towards the bed.] Lay down.

[Her own red, lacy undergarment could wait.]

[Dave lays back on the bed the moment Grell asks him to. Her wish is his command. He is a bit envious of her underwear though. He used to have boxers that color, but none of them survived his trip here. The ones he's wearing now are plain, white, and boring. And though it's probably rude to stare he can't help but admire hers.]

Those are really hot by the way.

Hmm? [Grell looks up to him curiously, removing the pants first with ease.] What are?

[The pants are tossed aside and she works on those plain boxers. It's easy to see that Dave is ready for action, and she doesn't hesitate with making herself familiar once the boxers are gone, too. A hand grasped his length with a thumb circling the tip idly.]

You'll have to be clearer.

[He sure is ready for action and he mentally awards her a few points for being forward. She isn't afraid to grab hold of the tiller. That's awesome. Dave runs a hand up Grell's leg and along her hip, sliding a finger beneath her lacy underwear. He isn't trying to take them off yet, he's just being cheeky.]

These. They're sexy. Gotta pay my girl a compliment when she wears nice things.

Ah~? Is that so? [The hand running along her leg and finger teasing at the hem of her panties sends shivers along her skin. She crawls up to him, so that she'll rub against him upon her ascent.]

Your girl, hmm~? [Grell is looking down at him, hair hair pooling down from her shoulders a bit. More so when she leans down to kiss him softly.]

[Dave grunts softly when she rubs against him. He appreciates the warmth and friction. Things are really starting to heat up.]

If you wanna be.

[He didn't mean to sound possessive. He's more than happy to be enveloped in her hair though, and he kisses back softly.]

[It certainly feels warm to her.

She pulls back a bit from their kiss, using her fingers to brush back her hair.]

If you want me, you'll have to claim me better than that.

How hard... [he thrusts up against her] ...do you want me to claim you?

Because I could get carried away.

[Grell gives moan in reaction to the thrust, responding almost unconsciously by rolling her hips against the upward motion.]

The more enthusiasm, the better.

[He leans in closer and captures her lower lip between his teeth, giving it a firm tug before he lets go. Meanwhile his hand slips further under her panties and around the back to cup her ass.]

I'm about as enthusiastic as they come.

[Her eyelids closed partially at the tug to her lower lip while humming at the hand cupping her backside. A hand slides down to stroke at Dave's length, making sure to gather what she could from the tip to help with her strokes.]

Good to know. [Grell already knows that she'll unravel and lose her composure with more teasing (which is how she likes it, really) yet this time, she's willing to speed things up a bit. She kisses him, hungrily so, to show that she's enthusiastic as well. Her hand is moving all the while, giving rhythmic motions, occasionally allowing her fingers to tease his testicles.]

[Dave can be an awful tease sometimes, but right now he isn't doing it on purpose. He doesn't quite understand the old fashioned moral code of the Victorian era, which he assumes Grell comes from, so he's worried he's going too fast. She seems eager though. The humming helps and so do her enthusiastic kisses. Dave kisses back just as hungrily and he moans softly into Grell's mouth as her hands work his shaft. She's really good at this.

He slides his second hand into her underwear and both move lower, caressing her cheeks up and down while he slowly spreads them apart and slides his fingers between them. He teases her entrance with the tips of his fingers. That's as far as he'll go. He won't enter her without lube. He reluctantly breaks the kiss.]

Hey, you got something for this?

[Grell moans as the hand caressed and teased, clutching onto him. She barely registers his words, humming in a daze.]

Hmm? This? [Her brows crinkle together in thought, trying to understand what he meant. At such a time, she could only think of some sort of lubricant. Grell looks to a small, wooden box next to her bed before reaching for it. Pulling it closer, she manages to open it with one hand and pulls out a small vial filled with a pink colored fluid. It's small enough to almost fit into her hand, and it's also half empty. She presents it to Dave, hoping that's what he was referring to.]

[Maybe he should have been more specific? But as blunt as Dave is sometimes, he doesn't like to be crass. She seems to understand and he watches with curiosity as she opens the box and pulls out the vial.]

Cool, that'll work.

[He takes the lube and distracts her with a kiss. He doesn't need to see what he's doing to lube his fingers up and it's more exciting this way. When he's ready he rubs the lube into her with a soft circular motion, teasing her muscles until they relax and open up for him.]

[Grell smiles before being kissed, humming softly at first before breaking off the kiss to gasp a little. The fingers are warm, inviting, and teasing. She grips weakly onto Dave's shoulder and bicep as she tries to relax. It's been a while since her last sexual encounter, so the sensations are acting as a refresher.

Her body leans into the fingers as Grell nibbles up Dave's neck, attempting to get control of her rampant sensations.]

[Dave isn't nearly as much of a playboy as he wants people to think he is. It's been awhile for him too, though Grell wouldn't know by the way he's touching her. He has enough experience to know this works best when he doesn't overthink it.

His fingers gently work their way in and he leans back and moans softly as she nibbles up his neck. He's ready for more, but he doesn't want to rush her.]

Whenever you're ready.

[She runs her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as she does so.]

I was ready when we first met.

[Grell hardly had much patience, but for matters of the heart, and body, she could wait. Whomever said patience was a virtue surely was correct. Rushing something like this would have been a disaster.]

Really? Because I remember you saying something about not kissing on the first date.

[She had him good back then, not that he's complaining. Not all teasing is bad. Sometimes it can heighten anticipation. His fingers pull out of her and he leans back on the bed, nudging her farther up his body. Dave thinks this will work better if Grell sits on him. That way she can control the action.]

[The change of their position wouldn't get any complaints from her. A hand runs over his chest while she straddles him.]

Nothing wrong with having quite the naughty imagination.

No, nothing wrong with that.

[He gives her a quick kiss and bucks up as she straddles him.]

Got a pretty nasty imagination myself.

[Grell hums low at the movement.]

Then show me the stars.

You keep asking me to show you...

[Dave reaches down to grabs his cock, guiding the tip until it brushes against her entrance. He doesn't thrust in though. He'll wait for her to sink down on him.]

...but why don't we go see them together?

[Grell bites her lip as she sinks down, holding onto Dave's hips as she does so. Small gasps escape her lips as she sits fully atop him. For her, it's easier to see the beginnings of starlights with her eyes closed.]

Can you see them?

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