My thighs have been real sore lately, and I slipped and landed hard on my ass. It's the kind of pain I need skilled hands to work on. You might have to get a little exploratory.
Both?! You really need to be careful, my Starfire Rose. By that alone, it sounds like it's really serious. And what I'm going to have to do will leave you bedbound for a few hours.
If this tether shit doesn't sort itself out within the next two days, we'll say fuck it and play this a little risky. But! If either of us gets catty with the other, it's back on different floors.
[ True to her word, Jinx receives a brief, short-lived 'video' through their connection as Sharon changes in the cramped confines of her bathroom. She peels off her leggings first, then tugs her shirt over her head. Leaning into the shower, she twists the handle and waits for the water to start running before slipping out of the last of her clothes. Jinx's view remains carefully limited. She sees only Sharon's back as she steps out of her underwear, every bit a deliberate tease. ]
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
[ this is risky, especially given how things are, but how can she not accept this invitation? how is she supposed to stay away from such a beautiful sight? jinx draws herself into their tether—close to a wolfish yet lecherous feel of someone settling in a chair, manspreading, and respectfully watching the show that is being displayed before them. ]
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
[ Sharon isn't used to being watched, and with anyone else, the attention might have made her uncomfortable. With Jinx, though, it's different. It's thrilling. The awareness of her gaze lingers at the edge of her thoughts as she steps beneath the shower once the water has turned pleasantly hot. She turns slowly beneath the spray, unconcerned with what she sees, letting the warmth wash over her. Tilting her head back, she closes her eyes as the heat eases the tension from sore muscles, and through their connection, that sense of relief drifts naturally to her. ]
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
[ as sharon scrubs and rinses, jinx maintains her silence—not daring to disturb the tranquility that flows through their connection. her girlfriend deserves this, to have her tension wash away from her skin and slip past her feet into the drain.
little moments are difficult to come by in a city like this, where horrors lurk beneath beds or right outside their window—never truly knowing when your day will be your last. but, as wicked as she is, sleep bestows the gift of immortality on everyone, so at the very least, they can always start anew with scars attached. the blonde can feel Jinx sagging more comfortably in her "chair," settling in as she stretches over for a pack of stale smokes.
she seldom partakes, but observing this work of beauty calls for one, and she peels a stick out of the bunch with her teeth. a lighter comes next; it clicks and as a flame waltzes dimly to announce itself. she holds it to the stick's edge and inhales a slow and quiet drag, smoke puffing through her lips. ]
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
[ Jinx is the only person Sharon has ever felt inclined to perform for—and even calling it a performance feels like too much. It's more of a tease than anything else. Nothing overtly sexual. No attempts to pleasure herself. Just the rush of water over her skin and the quiet awareness of Jinx lingering at the edge of the shower in her mind. She can almost smell tobacco-laced smoke, and a grin tugs at her lips. ]
Didn't realize you were a smoker.
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
[ a lazy yet nonchalant sensation clogs their tether, her way of dismissing the remark as if it's nothing to worry about. ]
'M not. [ she says, which completely contradicts her actions—in fact, jinx pauses just so she can take another slow drag before she speaks again, flicking the ash somewhere in the abyss of their tether space. ]
Sometimes things just call for a dart. Besides, I take art very seriously. They need to be admired and appreciated.
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a written letter. cw: nsfw.
oh. is this why people are into sexting? ]
My thighs have been real sore lately, and I slipped and landed hard on my ass. It's the kind of pain I need skilled hands to work on. You might have to get a little exploratory.
a written letter. cw: nsfw.
I'd cancel all my plans if I were you.
a written letter. cw: nsfw.
I guess if that's what the nurse prescribes, who am I to deny her advice? Consider all my plans canceled.
a written letter. cw: nsfw.
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You know, I bet I can do something similar. We can have a magic dick-off or something.
a written letter. cw: nsfw.
[ and that's underlined three times. ]
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I know. I plan to make you see stars, babe. You'll need a whole day to recuperate.
a written letter. cw: nsfw.
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You can handle a couple more days, right?
a written letter. cw: nsfw.
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a written letter. cw: nsfw.
[ True to her word, Jinx receives a brief, short-lived 'video' through their connection as Sharon changes in the cramped confines of her bathroom. She peels off her leggings first, then tugs her shirt over her head. Leaning into the shower, she twists the handle and waits for the water to start running before slipping out of the last of her clothes. Jinx's view remains carefully limited. She sees only Sharon's back as she steps out of her underwear, every bit a deliberate tease. ]
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
little moments are difficult to come by in a city like this, where horrors lurk beneath beds or right outside their window—never truly knowing when your day will be your last. but, as wicked as she is, sleep bestows the gift of immortality on everyone, so at the very least, they can always start anew with scars attached. the blonde can feel Jinx sagging more comfortably in her "chair," settling in as she stretches over for a pack of stale smokes.
she seldom partakes, but observing this work of beauty calls for one, and she peels a stick out of the bunch with her teeth. a lighter comes next; it clicks and as a flame waltzes dimly to announce itself. she holds it to the stick's edge and inhales a slow and quiet drag, smoke puffing through her lips. ]
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
Didn't realize you were a smoker.
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
'M not. [ she says, which completely contradicts her actions—in fact, jinx pauses just so she can take another slow drag before she speaks again, flicking the ash somewhere in the abyss of their tether space. ]
Sometimes things just call for a dart. Besides, I take art very seriously. They need to be admired and appreciated.