[Open] in the merry summer months

[okayimin]

WHO: Sawbones, Jenny Lou, Poesia and YOU
WHAT: a catch all
WHEN: throughout Solace, into whatever the next month is
WHERE: All over
NOTES: light cw for animal dissection for medical purposes in one of Sawbones' prompts, additional nsfw headers in Poesia's threads. gimme that action spam. if u want a closed starter hmu!

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[bloodandsand]

It is me!

[ She laughs sweetly and seats herself next to Teren, leaning over to prop her elbows on the table. ]

Whatever are you doing here?

[doneisdone]

[Teren is unmoved, her hawkish gaze staring straight forward.]

Sitting.

[bloodandsand]

[ She tips her head to the side, giving Teren a slow considering look. ]

You do cut a very fine figure sitting, dear. You've an air to put all sorts of ideas in one's head.

[ Yes, this is happening. ]

[doneisdone]

[IS IT THOUGH

Teren cants her head slightly, admittedly thrown off by the remark.]

What.

[bloodandsand]

You look like the sort who would have a lady kneel for you. I'm most curious to know if that is true.

[ yes. ]

[doneisdone]

...depends on the lady.

[Who's this tart?]

[bloodandsand]

[ just your local thotty reaver. ]

Oh yes? May I be so bold as to ask what your requirements for the lady would be?

[doneisdone]

[As a rule, Teren doesn't go to pubs to pick people up. ...she hasn't for a long time, anyway.]

Laying it on a bit thick, [she remarks,] but a lady a good deal older than yourself, by the looks of it.

[bloodandsand]

[ Poesia grins, all cheeky mischief. ]

I have been told I can be very impertinent in my attractions. Will you forgive me? [ And the stipulation is all the more reason to pout, just a little. ] Oh truly? Do you not find younger women at all tempting?

[doneisdone]

[She rolls her eyes, but there are thoughts there. It has been a while, and it's not like she's going to get the little strumpet pregnant.

Why not.]

There's a spare room at the top of the Templar tower. You will wait there, face to the wall, until I arrive. [If nothing else, it's a test.]

Do not get it in your pretty head to touch me. Are we clear.

aaaaaaaaaaand this is nsfw now

[bloodandsand]

[ Her eyes widen and she stiffens, surprised delight writ large across her face. ]

Understood. [ She very nearly purrs. ] May I ask you two questions?

[doneisdone]

[Teren pointedly averts her gaze, looking at something else: something more important, one might say, even if it's just the room.]

Ask.

[bloodandsand]

[ If anything, she is even more delighted. ]

What shall I call you? And would you have me wait naked?

[doneisdone]

[Well, as long as genies are around granting wishes,]

...Ser will do. Wear something you don't mind getting ruined.

[bloodandsand]

Then I will count the moments until your arrival, ser.

[ And she stands and leaves. There is, of course, the chance that her ser won't appear, but if that is the case, there'll be plenty of time to address that. Poesia dresses in a simple, but lovely white dress and goes to the appointed room. She stands as she was bade and she waits. ]

[doneisdone]

[It's almost enough to make a person laugh. Teren doesn't even know her name, just enough to be aware she's seen her around before and is part of Riftwatch.

A very small part of her is flustered, even, at being propositioned so; she's never been a pretty woman, as far as she's concerned, so it must be something else that caught the girl's attention.

Well. No matter.

She takes her sweet time, arriving a good five minutes after midnight, where she's almost alarmed to find the woman doing exactly as she instructed.]

Well. Someone's eager to please.

[Her walking stick taps on the ground as she approaches.]

[bloodandsand]

[ Poesia had been perfectly comfortable with waiting as long as is required of her, but it's still lovely when that patience is rewarded. ]

I like being pleasing. The most delightful things seem to happen when I am.

[doneisdone]

Good.

[The voice is clipped, and the stick roams experimentally along the hems of Poesia's dress.]

Pretty.

[She clicks it back to the ground.]

The word is 'arrow'. If you say it, it's over. If you do not say it and should have, it's over. We do not speak of this elsewhere. You do not touch me.

Am I understood.

[bloodandsand]

[ The word is a bit puzzling, but if she is right about her ser, the woman has no intention of being gentle with her. The precaution is both flattering and thrilling, if unnecessary. However Poesia is nothing if not obedient and she does not hesitate. ]

Yes, Ser.

[doneisdone]

[Feeling a thrill at how easily the woman complies, Teren keeps it under wraps.]

You were very forward. That's most unbecoming.

[She paces slowly back and forth behind her.]

You strike me as a glutton for punishment. Is that true?

[bloodandsand]

[ It's a little difficult not to shift, not to wriggle from the wonderful anticipation. ]

Forgive me, ser. [ Her voice is a sultry purr, which perhaps does not invoke any particular air of repentance. ] I am wanton, but does it not please you?

[ A test of her own. A gentle tug at the hand holding her collar, as it were. ]

[doneisdone]

[Teren can't help but smile. But then, her stick cracks across Poesia's backside.]

Answer me.

[bloodandsand]

[ Perfect. The blow doesn't do any particular damage, but the sting of it still shocks a gasp out of her. ]

Yes!

[doneisdone]

Come here.

[Though she swats the stick against the same target, this time it's meant to direct Poesia away from the wall and toward an empty crate.]

Hands on it. [She taps the stick expectantly.]

Tell me why I shouldn't thrash your pretty hide within an inch of your life.

[She tugs a flask out of her jacket and takes a pull from it.]

Or, if you please, tell me why I should.

[bloodandsand]

[ Another gasp, this more of a moan as she does as she's told. She has to bend to put her hands on the crate and it's a wonderfully vulnerable position. ]

Because I have behaved unbecomingly? [ She curves her back prettily, offering herself up. ] I was most desperate for your attentions and behaved horribly. [ She rocks a little on the balls of her feet. ] Won't you teach me how to behave, ser?