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Who: >=< and his dragon. Also Sefton, and Some, and Bonnie =3
What: Various things!
When: The weekend of May 14/15
Where: Le Gode Hostel
Notes: This main post is just a placeholder; I realized I'd set up plans for three separate logs taking place in the hostel, so instead of spamming the comm they're just all gonna go here, as comment threads. Cool

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Bonnie

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He'd lost her.

Hellcat didn't like to stay around him all the time - there was a reason he'd included 'cat' in her name; she could be in turns affectionate and aloof, be following him around one day and then spend the next day lounging in a corner the next.

But her moods weren't this changeable. He'd lost her while walking down a corridor. Just turned around at one point and she was gone. Given her abilities...

He crept down the corridor, looking closely at every surface. She was visible if you examined closely enough.

"Hellcat?" he called - not too loudly. The calling was incidental to the searching. "Hellcat?"

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He smirked into the kiss, pulling away for just a second.

"Got it on the second one." Then it was back to business. As his hands found their way to her hips, he sent the words Time Lord, an image of a red and silver planet, a sense of the distance and time that stood between here and now, and there and then.

And what about you? Vampire? Or something more complicated?

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She pulled away this time, blinking a few times and looking over him. "Huh," she said out loud, and she paused to pull her shirt up over her head and toss it aside. She shook her hair out and returned to kissing him. But you're not green.

Bonnie rolled over onto her back, pulling him along on top of her. Vampire, she confirmed, lightly tugging on his hair. But I could use the telepathy and telekinesis before. I come from a family of witches. We're descended from the ancient druids.

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He looked accusingly down at her. "So I'm not green and you've got a pulse. Stereotypes are not always so spot-on, are they?" The witches thing was sort of interesting, but he could only respond to so many things at a time. In addition to kissing her.

His next telepathic thought was less eloquent than the others. Uhm. Shoes.

Down past the bottom edge of the bed, his toes were pushing at the heels of his boots.

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I also think holy water is delicious, she said, and there was a hint of impish delight at that. And I've been known to sunbathe.

It was hard to tell, based on her pale complexion and scattering of freckles, if that last part was a joke or not.

Grasping onto his shoulders, she rolled them back over and crawled down to the foot of the bed to remove his shoes. "So do you always look this human or are you a shape shifter?" she asked, tugging off his boots.

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He laid back into the pillows. "Yes," he said. Then, by way of clarification: "Well, I'm no multiform, but this isn't my first body. I can regenerate a new one in a time of crisis. Sort of like a lizard. Bit like a lizard. Actually not like a lizard at all, but you get the idea."

As he was talking, he pulled his tie loose and started undoing the buttons on his shirt, starting at the top. "But I do always appear, superficially, similar to a human."

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Bonnie wasn't sure that she got the idea at all, but she nodded anyway. "So you always look like a human but taste like a health food," she decided to sum it up. "I can turn into a fox." Might as well lay all the cards down at this point, Bon Bon. "It takes a lot of energy, though."

She sat up onto her knees, shimmying out of her skirt and pulling it down over her legs, examining him curiously. "And--this all works the same? The sex stuff? Don't have two of everything, do you?"

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He laughed a little. "Ah-ha. No." He didn't take his shirt all the way off. That would require slipping his suspenders off his shoulders, and he wasn't sure whether she'd want to have that honour herself.

He sat up, placing his hands on her hips. "Just one where it counts." He put his mouth, his tongue, to her skin, tasting the area just under her collarbone.

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At the touch of his tongue to her skin, she audibly gasped, and her fingers wound themselves up in his hair again. She leaned her head back, and as her eyes closed, a little whimper escaped her. Weren't you just claiming to be out of practice?

When she spoke aloud again, the words were strained, breathy. "Anything else I should know?"

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He was a little surprised at her reaction. Because he was out of practice, and he hadn't expected her to enjoy it that much. He'd just been caught up in the moment, wanted to know what she tasted like. But if she liked it, he'd go ahead and take credit for it.

He gave her a gleeful grin before answering both questions at the same time:

"I just like to use my tongue." And hey, if she liked it... He gave her another lick, traveling up her neck toward her ear.

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"I sort of--"

Another groan interrupted the end of that thought, and she lifted her hands up onto his shoulders, pulling those suspenders over his arms. Bowties and suspenders. And a fez. He dressed either like an eccentric grandfather or a reporter from the 1920s. He was completely fascinating.

Sort of noticed, she concluded, scraping her fingernails down his back. S'good.

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Now that the braces were down, the shirt came off - although he had to shake one of his arms to get the still-buttoned cuff off his sleeve. Minor setback - it eventually fell to the floor. Those fingernails of hers would feel a lot better against his skin than through a layer of fabric.

"Cool," he said, took hold of her, took control - flipping them both around again so she was on her back.

His tongue found the hollow of her throat. One hand tangled up in her hair.

Let's see about working off some of that energy.