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THE (compulsory) SEX DICE GAME
For whatever reason, perhaps to spice up your love life, perhaps to spice up your day, or perhaps because you've been kidnapped or need to play it to save the world (we don't judge), you have before you a few sets of special dice, and an obligation to play the game out to some sort of finish.
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For whatever reason, perhaps to spice up your love life, perhaps to spice up your day, or perhaps because you've been kidnapped or need to play it to save the world (we don't judge), you have before you a few sets of special dice, and an obligation to play the game out to some sort of finish.
Strap in and remember it's ( Read more... )
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Humming softly as her hands settle at his hips, he pulls back just a bit, to breathe, but also to grin and offer Arianna the dice- this is supposed to be a learning experience, after all... He should probably follow through with that.]
Your roll.
[Oh he wouldn't mind forgoing the dice altogether, but they're fun, and usually worth taking the time for more than two rolls. The liquor is settling into his system nicely, not that he'd say no to another drink- that'll probably happen later anyway- and he's in a decent enough mood that he thinks he can stand dragging things out a bit longer.]
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She takes the dice, looking into his eyes as she catches her breath, and she just can't resist the question. The fact that it might be rude or surprising doesn't really cross her mind.]
Cas. Why don't you have a soul?
[It's a little bit concerned, but more like a friend telling you not to have that next shot because your face is on the bar. It lacks the fear or the terror or judgement that would likely be accompanied if anyone else at camp was asking that same question. She doesn't want to stop their dice game, despite that discovery she can't help asking about.]
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Shit.
Shit. Talk about being caught with your pants down. ...Well no, he doesn't mind that, actually. Focus, Cas.]
I- ah... Well.
[Hrm. What's the easiest way out of this...? Stalling? Stalling sounds good.]
How did you--?
[His hand twitches at her waist as he's seized with the urge to run his fingertips over his lips, see if there's something there that's given him away. He resists.]
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[She says this as if that should be all the answer that he needs, and it takes her a moment to realize that it isn't. She shrugs a little bit, head tilting back as her mismatched eyes look into his blues.]
I can tell things about people, in breath and blood. Not the specifics, but... enough.
[Her fingers stroke absently against his hips, idly slipping slender fingers through his belt loops, leaning in a little bit closer to press in against him. She liked the closeness, the proximity, the feel of touching.]
Getting more in depth answers is rather unpleasant. I thought it might ruin the mood.
[Given exactly how excruciating having someone shove their fingers inside of you and grasp around where your soul is supposed to be actually is, it's almost ironic with the deadpan way she says it.]
I'm usually good at these things.
[She reaches up with one hand, a curious, sharp smile curving her lips as she drags fingers against the line of his jaw. He was so human; indulgent, but in what things she'd heard, ( ... )
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Her fingers move up to slide against his jaw and his eyelashes flutter, lips twitching at the impossibility of his situation.]
Hm.
[It is a little strange, isn't it?
The way he sees it he has two options: to tell her her soul-dar is broken, or to tell her the truth. He can see pros and cons for both, and he takes a bit to push them around in his head, weighing which of the two will work out better for him in the end.
He decides on just coming out with it. She already knows something's up, and he guesses it's interesting enough that she'll dig around until she figures it out... Which could alert other people to his... condition that he might want knowing about it even less ( ... )
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[The apology is almost out of place, awkward, but it's the first thing that slips off her tongue. Her voice is soft, and for a few moments her eyes shift, darken with deep-seated guilt as she tilts her head to the side. She takes a breath, trying to shy away from memories of when the Apocalypse was young and slowly looks up at him. Her gaze slides over his face, mis-matched hues flickering to his blue eyes as if seeing him in a new light, her eyes sharp; curious, but not judgmental ( ... )
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[He can never bring himself to fully and completely regret his choice to stay. No matter how miserable things get, he knows he'd played his part in setting this whole thing in motion, and he knows he couldn't have left Dean hear to pick up the pieces alone. Not that he's doing the best job at being any help at all, but... He couldn't have gone back to heaven after everything that happened.
He's surprised, as he usually is, when Arianna continues sliding her hands over his skin, settles them at his waist. She doesn't seem deterred in the slightest, and that's... Good. He can work with that.
Now, Cas is of the opinion that everything calls for more absinthe, but this right here? Tops the list of things that call for more absinthe.]
Absolutely.
[He moves to reach for the bottle and the little bag of sugar cubes, fixing them both another round, endlessly grateful that it's available. He can never quite manage this conversation without there being liquor involved.]
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If Cas reminded her of any of the angels that she'd met, it was the one that she'd cared about. The one that-- And no, that was quite enough of that train of thought, thank you. She wasn't near drunk enough for those sort of thoughts ( ... )
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Yep. Go right ahead.
[He collects the dice and drops them in her hand.
That had gone a lot better than he'd expected... Which isn't exactly difficult considering what he'd expected wasn't pretty at all. Still, it's good to know that there's one more person here who knows who he was... He'd never say it out loud, but it's a comfort to know that if he were to just drop dead, who he used to be wouldn't just die with him. It's stupid, especially given the way he tries to run from it constantly, but he doesn't actually want to forget, and he's afraid that will happen if he keeps it to himself long enough, that the spark that keeps him alive will finally be extinguished if it ever reaches that point.
Really stupid. He takes a drink and pushes it out of his mind. Dice game. Concentrate on that instead.]
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When Cas had kissed her, at first she'd just been thinking about how it felt. And she wants that again, even as the second glass of absinthe is quickly dying the world green; the shine of light seeming to sparkle emerald. She rolls the dice in her hand and lets them clatter noisily on the table: nibble neck. She smiles a little shyly as she sets down her empty glass, the alcohol starting to hit her, flushing her pale cheeks; Arianna's always been a lightweight.]
Nibble neck.
[She smiles a little and slips in close so that her body is pressed against his, that same look on her face as if she's not quite sure that she's doing this ( ... )
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He watches her role the dice, and is more than satisfied with the results. The dice. It's like they know him. He can't help noticing the flush spreading across her pale cheeks... But he's distracted from that when she shifts closer, presses her body to his and there are suddenly more important things deserving his attention. She noses against his neck, and he tips his head to the side to make it easier for her- at least, he's telling himself it's not all about getting as much ground covered as possible. What? He's a fan of any and all rolls involving neck. Sue him ( ... )
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Nibble below waistIf there was a moment where she was going to back out, this would probably be it. Her body does tense, her fingers tightening and stilling against Cas' back, but it's only for a moment, more out of surprise. She hadn't looked at the dice too closely first time around; she hadn't realized exactly what sort of combinations they could end up with ( ... )
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If you want it to be, yeah.
[He returns her smile, thumbs stroking at her sides. Now, make no mistake, Cas would very much like to keep this moving... But he's not about to push, that's not how he operates. He's like a venus fly trap, he waits for people to come to him willingly.
Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, he's not that predatory. Point being, whatever goes on here won't extend past Arianna's comfort zone, wherever that may be.]
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That is... how it works, isn't it?
[For a moment there, she misreads his accepting nature for a lack of understanding as to the mechanics of sexual interactions. It eventually sinks in, something in the way that his hands stroke along her sides, the way he smiles at her, that look in his eyes. She pauses, bites her bottom lip very briefly, looking a bit chagrined.]
Oh-- right. I do want to.
[She reaches down to the buttons of the skirt at the small of her back, letting them come undone, thick fabric sliding to her feet in a rustle of black fabric. Which leaves her in decidedly unimaginative black cotton panties, black stockings, a garter belt, sleek black boots that go to mid-shin, and her corset.
For all Arianna's obliviousness, she dresses like someone's fetish dream, though it's actually more anachronistic than sexual; she's older than she looks.]
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Someone's fetish dream, indeed... Though the effect is somewhat lost on Cas, considering his exposure to what other people may fantasize about is a bit limited. Not that he doesn't appreciate it- he always appreciates a lovely woman in his cabin. He leans forward, presses a light kiss to her lips before pulling back to determine where the best place for this might be.
...He's thinking bed. Is that presumptuous of him?
Whatever, cross that bridge when they come to it. He nudges her backward until the backs of her knees bump against the egde of the bed.]
You'll probably be more comfortable here. Lay back.
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