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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[goldenglasses]

[He likes the way she reacts under his touch, but now it's his turn to get annoyed by those clothes. He moves his hand up, tracing the curve of her swimsuit up to her shoulder. Slowly he pushes the strap down over her shoulder.]

[alabastajewel]

[If he's expecting an objection, he won't find one. Vivi lets him push aside the strap, keeping still and concentrating on the feel of his hands on her. With one hand still outstretched, she lazily traces the lines of his abs.]

[goldenglasses]

[He slides the strap down, then rubs at her bare shoulder with his thumb. A slow, soft circular motion before he leans down and kisses her shoulder tenderly.]

[alabastajewel]

[Vivi softly closes her eyes, placing her other hand at the back of Vash's head. She turns her own head slightly to the side to murmur in his ear:] Touch me.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash murmurs a confirmation, his mouth too busy kissing to really speak. His hand moving slowly down her chest, her hips, and down to rest on her thigh.]

[alabastajewel]

Mm. [She shivers as his hand traces a path down her body, electric heat in its wake. Her fingers curl against his abdomen, appreciating the toned muscle there. That feeling of heat is rising up in her again, hotter, hotter...and then, abruptly, it's gone.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash's heat is still there, if only for a few more moments. Not picking up on Vivi's sudden discomfort he continues to kiss her neck as his thumb finds it's way up the hem of her swimsuit.]

1/2

[alabastajewel]

[Cue screaming princess in three...two...one...]

[alabastajewel]

Get off! What are you doing? Stop that! [Never mind that she kind of sort of vaguely remembers leading him in here. Something is clearly wrong. That hand on Vash's stomach? Now a fist, punching him right in the breadbasket.]

[...it was a reflex, okay. >.>]

[goldenglasses]

Vivi what's wr- GAHHHHHH! [Oh GOD that hurt. He doubles over, clutching at his stomach as he tries to catch his breath. What did he do wrong!? Did he go to fast? Too slow? Did he... did he...

...wait? WHAT is he talking about too fast or too slow!? WITH VIVI!? Not that she wasn't hot or anything but just... they weren't really about to do what he thought they were, were they!?]

[alabastajewel]

[Vivi scrambles backward, panting. A moment later she thinks to pull up the strap hanging loosely down her shoulder, leaving one breast half-exposed. Then she crosses her arms protectively in front of her chest, blushing furiously.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash fully comes to terms with just what he was about to do. His face turns quickly into an alarming shade of red.]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I- I didn't mean to! Uh, well, I mean I would never under normal circumstances! I'm sorry! I'll go!

[Unless Vivi tries to stop him, Vash will be running out of that tent. Scars be damned. He just wants out.]

[alabastajewel]

[She winces, shaking her head as she remembers the events that just transpired, though there's a disconnect there, a haziness. She doesn't really hear Vash's words as she begins to apologize herself.]

I'm sorry, I didn't--

[She won't try to stop him as he dashes from the tent. Shamefully, it's a relief right now as she tries to compose herself.]