EVERYBODY! EVERYBODY!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody! Everybody!
What: It's a beach! There's fruit! Love in the air! Classy private rooms in the mountains!
When: From sunrise to midnight! (AND IT'S TODAY! FEBRUARY 18th!)
Where: Out on the beach, centered around the teleporter/tunnel exit area. But it feels like July out there! Ain't that just the shit?
Summary: Summary? Why does this need a summary. I said everything up there. And then I'm gonna say even more after this. Why do we need this field? Seriously, anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Rating: KEEP IT CLEAN, KIDS. Take your dirty smut to an appointments post!

Long Ago In A Distant Land, Akai, the fully functional fonbot, unleashed a fairly standard mod post. But a foolish player kept asking questions and come on, do you really need to know that much? Now everyone wants to play out their ships and get into fruit shenanigans and undo to evil that is AKAI.

((No, but seriously guys, look at the mod post, you know what to do. Everything you need is there. Mass log post, remember to tag your characters name here, and do your thing.))

OH YEAH! So like, assume there is stands (or you know, beach-appropriate huts) here and there that are stocked up on bathing suits (and curtains you can change behind), stands with beverages, and snacks. Nobody's really operating them, new stuff just gets Shifted there (BUT ONLY IF YOU'RE NOT WATCHING). The Malnosso are the most considerate bro-ginization ever.

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[herotypical]

One corner of a kiss. An almost-kiss. And it seemed as though having that kiss interrupted was more frustrating than suddenly coping with an insistent sea that caught her off guard. She stumbled backwards -- drawing him with her. Tumbling once again into the water and foaming waves.

[all7seas]

What followed was a lot of coughing as Sparrow tried to deal with the seawater that had infiltrated his lungs. "Right. Not. Not how I wanted that to play out," he managed once he'd recovered a little. Sitting up in the shallow water, Jack glanced over at her and wrung out a dreadlock or two.

"Um. You willing to give it another go...?"

[herotypical]

She pawed at her eyes. Spluttering.

"You locked me in a closet!"

[all7seas]

He launched himself at her with every intention of wrestling her to the sand. How could he do otherwise, with such an accusation passing her lips?

[herotypical]

"I'm not sure what I'm more angry at," she felt her wings hit the wet sand and lifted her hips against him -- prepared to swing a leg over his waist and flip him should the urge arise. "The locking or the fact that you actually thought that'd hold me."

[all7seas]

Now he had her pinned in the shallows. No more rogue waves; no more surprises -- just this lovely, golden-haired slaying angel beneath him and gentle cool water lapping at them both.

"Maybe you should let some of that anger out, hmm? Go 'head, love. Unleash it upon me." Jack leaned close to her, not quite kissing her yet, but definitely in kissing radius. Maybe just barely brushing his lips against hers. There was plenty of wanting her, still, but mostly there was relief that she was coming back to him. Dear God, it had been a week. Far, far too long.

i'm off to bed! night!

[herotypical]

She worked against his hands -- straining upwards to catch his mouth and willingly setting out for obliteration when one concern (stronger than the others) snagged her attention and she leaned back down in the water. Her chest rose and fell with each breath.

"We should...hmm, migrate?" There had been strange little doors carved into the hillside. Like some sort of underground motel. "As much as I like the equation of you plus me plus seawater, it does kinda occur to me that there's a whole...shindig going on."

SAFE JOURNEY TOMORROW!!! <3

[all7seas]

"We should. Will. Are going to." Jack's mouth still tasted tangy from that fruit. It wasn't an unpleasant taste; something about it, though, was exciting.

He had to let her up. But first, Sparrow sought out her mouth to kiss her. It was both an I missed you kiss and an I need you kiss, all wrapped and rolled and delivered in one.

waiting for the shuttle right now. i swear it's as warm as spring out

[herotypical]

Going to. It was both a promise and a stall. She searched out the vestigial sourness in his mouth -- navigating the competing tastes of seawater and him. No -- not competing. Complementary.

Shallow waves continued to come around them; the water spent and released and regathered its energies in ignorance of the pair's growing resolution. But when Buffy finally broke that kiss, she asked a question against the slope of his throat: "You're positive? You're sure? Shifted? The while week?"

She didn't quite successfully remember but she felt desperate to take it on faith.

\0/

[all7seas]

"You only have my word for it," came the gravel-voiced answer, even as he reached up to touch the mark of that sparrow. His word and other signs.

and now? waiting for dad.

[herotypical]

"But your word feels..." His fingers were on her shoulder and she sighed. Sweet melancholia, wasn't it?

"I don't remember. But I know. Kinda like..." But she didn't want to talk. She wanted other kinds of communication -- so she tightened her leg around him and tried for the flip, lifting her wings out of the muddy sand. Looking to pin him back.

/hugs

[all7seas]

When Jack wanted to be flipped, it was so easy to flip him. So, so easy. It was a familiar, intimate gesture that he had grown to anticipate and love. Black wings squelched down into the cool, wet sand and he found himself looking up at her.

"How'd I ever get you to trust me in the first place?"

[herotypical]

"You have a very disconcertingly earnest eyes. Sometimes."

Of course -- even Buffy understood that most of that sometimes involved performance and guile. So she smirked above him while her knees squeezed his sides. "All chocolatey and...and convincing."

[all7seas]

"You'd be surprised, love, what I've gotten with these eyes." Jack settled his hands on her thighs. "All sorts of treasures."

[herotypical]

She freed his shoulders so she could playfully cover her own ears with her hands.

"I don't want wanna hear!"

[all7seas]

Slowly the pirate sat up, letting his hold rest against the small of her back. "You don't want to hear. And I don't want to tell. Are you back? Is this you? Are you unshifted, now?"

[herotypical]

Her fingers fell to his neck -- lining up along the back of it, under his wet dreads.

"I can feel the gaps, now. I just...I don't know what goes in them." Buffy was waking up to the fact that she was, indeed, Shifted. But it was like feeling the symptoms without remembering what wellness was like.

[all7seas]

"We can fill them in." Jack's belly felt hot, like he'd just drunk strong liquor that was finding its way through his veins and straight out to his fingertips. The tip of his nose, the bottoms of his feet.

He pushed himself up beneath her, trying to stand.

[herotypical]

"I vote we start by investigating those mighty interesting round doors over there."

Cullen House had too many windows; besides, what if Norrington was brooding in there? She wanted no tip-toeing. She wanted something breakneck and unreserved. But to get to that step, she first had to slip off of him and stand in the shallow water -- sopping and sandy and frankly not caring. She hauled him up beside her.

[all7seas]

"I vote we get behind one of them very, very soon. Immediately. Now. Please."

If she didn't start walking, he would take his turn at throwing her over HIS shoulder. Or trying to.

[herotypical]

She skipped out of reach -- staying only near enough to reach out and waggle her fingers in a wordless demand for his hands. Brows quirked and lower lip bit. As much as she felt a similar immediacy, she was far more interested in milking that urgency for all it was worth.

[all7seas]

"Oh. Oh. You." Buffy being out of reach was akin to a sensation of delightful pain. Whatever aphrodisiac was in that fruit drove him toward her, but stronger than that was the desire he nourished for her all along.

"Wicked."

[herotypical]

"Hey. You're the bad boy. Not me." A perplexed beat; a moment to review. "O-obviously."

Knowing that she missed something but not knowing what she was exactly missing, Buffy laced her fingers with his and backed towards the drier portions of the shore. It lit a fire in her skin the likes of which she thought she possibly wasn't used to -- after all, she couldn't quite recall any past interactions like this. Not with Jack. And so she lived through the thrill of a second chance for a first time. First everythings -- those kisses had nearly driven her mad and the way he sounded far far wickeder when he said the word? Surely, this was what it must be like to realize these things for the first time. Re-revelations.

Buffy brought him further -- not wasting time in opening a round red door built into the earth. Wasting no time in walking in.