[ So drunk Prompto is better at earning points than sober Prompto is...duly noted. He gasps loudly when Alisaie whispers that particular revelation to him. Who would've thunk it??? ]
Ah! We are?! How convenient! [ He leans in to kiss her on the corner of her ear. ] You better hurry up and finish that cheesecake, then.
[ Before his drunk thoughts wander somewhere else...like truth or dare, or a tickle attack. ]
[ don't tickle attack her while she's consuming cheesecake?? the results would be disastrous. washing down her big mouthful with the last of her glass of wine she sits back a little, and turns her head to look at him. it takes a little longer than it normally might.. ]
Why? Do you have.. plans?
[ she says, super suggestively, leaning in to touch her forehead to his but she incorrectly estimates the distance and it's a bit more of a knock than a touch. ]
[ Ow...but whatever, bonked foreheads or not, she's still very close now and Prompto can catch the sweet scent of wine and cheesecake on her breath. It's so tantalizing, but he doesn't lean in to kiss her yet, instead. They're still being playful and coy!
And drunk. ]
Mm...a back rub for a back rub? [ His mouth hooks into a devilish grin. ] Unless you wanna finish your cheesecake first...
[ .. it's really not much of a choice at all. prompto should never have asked, he cannot stand up to her sweet tooth. cheesecake is fleeting, after all.. she can get backrubs later. ]
Oh, yes, of course.
[ without preamble, she's turning right away to finish shoveling desserts into her mouth. ]
[ Wow!!! Maybe his mood is fleeting, too! Being rejected for her desserts isn't new, but it still stings!! And Prompto leans back into his chair with a thwack and a scowl, crossing his arms over his chest. ]
Oh, I see how it is! Just remember who brought you those cheesecakes...
[ Just don't get sick on cheesecake before they can bang!! ]
[ his mood is never fleeting. all it takes is 1 cleavage to get him going again. not even a whole boob. his pouting is ever a source of entertainment for her, though, so she's grinning through her mouthful of delectable cheesecake. ]
[ Look, that may be true, but he can still pout! Though since she asked, he'll at least answer that question... ]
Not eating any cheesecake, probably! You'd just be...hanging with Alphie, without anyone to give you kisses or make you pancakes or snuggle you at night... [ A beat, before he narrows his eyes at her. ] Whose razor would you use?
[ the corner of her mouth curls sharply, and she licks a glob of cheese from her lips before she's turning back toward him at last, thoroughly sated, belly pleasantly full. she leans toward him, grinning, her nose wrinkled in an impish sort of way. ]
How can you be so sure that I would not have found some other soft, obedient man or woman to fulfill my needs?
[ Oh, is she done now?? Will she give him the time of day?? While she ate, Salty Prompto drank more wine! Which means he's still 110% DTF, but also surly. And stupid. Well...stupider. ]
What, you think chumps like me're dime a— [ Wait. Rewinding that for a second. ] Man or woman?
[ alisaie is quite a bit smaller than prompto, and thus needs far less wine than he to find herself tipsy, thankfully. she winds both arms loosely around his shoulders, bonking their foreheads together again with a grin. ]
Yes, 'course..
[ pulling back just a hair, to look into his face, a crease in her brow. ]
[ Meanwhile, Prompto's arms are still FIRMLY AND STUBBORNLY CROSSED, even if he doesn't resist her pulling close around him. He thinks about reaching out to pull her into his lap, but no!!! Not yet. Besides, they need to suss...this...out. ]
I just...didn't know...you—you know! [ He really didn't! It seems strange, that it hasn't come up before now, but they'd fallen in love so thoughtlessly that Prompto hadn't a reason to question whether Alisaie was only interested in men.
Until now, anyway! ]
You...swing both ways! Play for both teams! You're into dicks and chicks!
[ she crows through a fiendish grin, leaning back in again to pepper sloppy kisses along the shape of his jaw, to his ear, and back again right to his chin, which she.. bites. lightly. this is very sexy, apparently. ]
Is that so surprising, though? If I am honest, I much prefer girls, I think..
[ Oh, chin biting, kinky...but he seems to be into it, even if his brow is still furrowed in puzzlement. Alisaie prefers girls?
He reaches out to tug her by the hips, prompting her into his lap, and then he...takes both of his hands and sets them on either side of her face, their noses touching, as he stares unflinchingly into her eyes. ]
I knew you were into it...you only laughed to cover how into it you were!
[ VINDICATION, AT LAST. ]
If you're so into girls, it's a wonder how you wound up with such a manly man...
[ it's still ridiculous. tbh she probably forgets to shave her pits a lot, so they're likely more stubbly than his.. anyway, she settles comfortably into his lap, leaning into him, though she frowns when he drops his voice. ]
[ As long as she doesn't forget deodorant...whatever, he's used to being the girly one in this relationship! Never forget he was the bride at their wedding... ]
What? You don't find this voice...sultry? [ It's definitely, like, a bad Christian Bale Batman voice. ] Not even if I said something like...
You're the light of my life, baby doll. Shazam-pow.
alisaie tries to frown, but that voice is ridiculous and she's too tipsy not to snort an inelegant laugh, though she still shakes her head and rolls her eyes skyward. ]
[ Part of him is sure he should be sort of offended by this, but...he's not, really! There's a reason he takes such good care of himself, and it's not just to impress others. It's because he likes it better that way, too. So while it might not be the most flattering thing ever to have your wife tell you she likes you because you're girly, eh, he can live with it. It works.
He huffs a laugh against her mouth, tightening his grip on her, his voice softening back into its usual pitch. ]
And here I thought you just liked me to taste good when we kiss... [ Lazily, he draws his mouth along her jaw to her ear, his breath gusting hot. ]
Mm, all those hot girls dunno what they missed out on when I snapped you up...
[ He bites playfully at her earlobe, and then licks her ear in a way that is way more like a wet-willy than anything sexy. ]
[ alisaie isn't nearly as picky as he is, but kissing bad breath just sounds.. gross. even if they kiss in the mornings often. but whatever. that lick though is enough to earn a squeal, and she twists away a little, rubbing at her ear with the cuff of her sleeve. ]
Sounds to me that you are quite fond of the idea.
[ he's entertaining so many lesbian fantasies right now, isn't he ]
[ Whatever, Prompto's good morning kisses taste like sugar and rainbows. And he sure is entertaining some lesbian fantasies right now, his eyes half-lidded. What if Aranea had gotten to Alisaie first...ah... ]
Only in my imagination! [ But his imagination is a hot place to be right now. ] But now I'm the only one who gets your kisses...
[ And to punctuate this, he tips his mouth up and kisses her, hard and sloppy, lips parting against hers so his tongue can beg for entrance into her mouth. ]
[ they taste like death and old socks okay, but she loves them anyway.
also he would probably not be surprised to know that alisaie definitely had a crush on aranea even if she hadn't entirely known what it was.. but i mean.. who wouldn't have a crush on aranea!! ]
Mmm.. [ it's a messy kiss, but that's more than welcome - alisaie loves messy kisses, and they're both more than buzzed with wine, so it's so very easy to part her lips and curl her tongue against his own, tasting cheesecake and wine on his kiss. she murmurs still between breaths. ]
[ Sober Prompto's answer to that would be an unsurprising no, he can't imagine sharing her with anyone else like that after everything they've been through to become what they are. Drunk Prompto? Eh, he's a bit more agreeable, even if he would still probably chicken out of a threesome. Still, it's sorta fun to fantasize, isn't it?
His lips widen against hers to grant her full access into his mouth, the touch of her tongue to his wresting a gasp of pleasure from his throat. But even with the messy kisses, he still tries to answer her while his breathing goes heavy and fast. ]
Mm...depends. You gonna share me back?
[ His hips rock fluidly against hers, though he has to reach down and grab the side of the chair to keep from tumbling right out of it. ]
[ sober prompto is a killjoy. drunk prompto is a lot more fun!! even if he would still probably chicken out of a threeway.. but i mean, she was able to talk him into some public friskiness (which we never wrote :(.. ) with the help of a little sexy weed, so. she'll hold onto hope.. ]
Only if I am allowed to join.
[ she says, her mouth curling into a wicked grin against his own, though her breath catches in a soft whine when his hips move. she seems to be giving no thought to his struggle to stay in the chair, as she only tightens her thighs 'round his hips and grinds slowly down to meet him, her fingertips dragging along the nape of his neck. ]
[ He pleads her name, fingers catching hard in the fabric of her dress, whimpering as he arches beneath her—
And loses his balances completely, squawking inelegantly and spilling off of his chair and onto the floor. He manages to let Alisaie go as he falls so he doesn't crush her, but he definitely drops her ungently and winds up sprawled face first on the floor.
...Whimpering pain, because he definitely landed on his boner. ]
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Ah! We are?! How convenient! [ He leans in to kiss her on the corner of her ear. ] You better hurry up and finish that cheesecake, then.
[ Before his drunk thoughts wander somewhere else...like truth or dare, or a tickle attack. ]
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Why? Do you have.. plans?
[ she says, super suggestively, leaning in to touch her forehead to his but she incorrectly estimates the distance and it's a bit more of a knock than a touch. ]
Back rub?
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And drunk. ]
Mm...a back rub for a back rub? [ His mouth hooks into a devilish grin. ] Unless you wanna finish your cheesecake first...
[ Sophie's choice up in here. ]
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Oh, yes, of course.
[ without preamble, she's turning right away to finish shoveling desserts into her mouth. ]
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Oh, I see how it is! Just remember who brought you those cheesecakes...
[ Just don't get sick on cheesecake before they can bang!! ]
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Yes, where would I be without you?
[ no promises.. ]
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Not eating any cheesecake, probably! You'd just be...hanging with Alphie, without anyone to give you kisses or make you pancakes or snuggle you at night... [ A beat, before he narrows his eyes at her. ] Whose razor would you use?
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[ the corner of her mouth curls sharply, and she licks a glob of cheese from her lips before she's turning back toward him at last, thoroughly sated, belly pleasantly full. she leans toward him, grinning, her nose wrinkled in an impish sort of way. ]
How can you be so sure that I would not have found some other soft, obedient man or woman to fulfill my needs?
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What, you think chumps like me're dime a— [ Wait. Rewinding that for a second. ] Man or woman?
[ ??????????? ]
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Yes, 'course..
[ pulling back just a hair, to look into his face, a crease in her brow. ]
What?
[ is this weird to you, prompto?? ]
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I just...didn't know...you—you know! [ He really didn't! It seems strange, that it hasn't come up before now, but they'd fallen in love so thoughtlessly that Prompto hadn't a reason to question whether Alisaie was only interested in men.
Until now, anyway! ]
You...swing both ways! Play for both teams! You're into dicks and chicks!
[ He squints...for some reason. ]
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[ she crows through a fiendish grin, leaning back in again to pepper sloppy kisses along the shape of his jaw, to his ear, and back again right to his chin, which she.. bites. lightly. this is very sexy, apparently. ]
Is that so surprising, though? If I am honest, I much prefer girls, I think..
[ alisaie grins right against his.. chin. ]
Mayhaps your silky smooth armpits attracted me.
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He reaches out to tug her by the hips, prompting her into his lap, and then he...takes both of his hands and sets them on either side of her face, their noses touching, as he stares unflinchingly into her eyes. ]
I knew you were into it...you only laughed to cover how into it you were!
[ VINDICATION, AT LAST. ]
If you're so into girls, it's a wonder how you wound up with such a manly man...
[ Is he...trying to lower his voice??? Maybe. ]
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[ it's still ridiculous. tbh she probably forgets to shave her pits a lot, so they're likely more stubbly than his.. anyway, she settles comfortably into his lap, leaning into him, though she frowns when he drops his voice. ]
You become less attractive by the moment.
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What? You don't find this voice...sultry? [ It's definitely, like, a bad Christian Bale Batman voice. ] Not even if I said something like...
You're the light of my life, baby doll. Shazam-pow.
[ Hot. ]
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alisaie tries to frown, but that voice is ridiculous and she's too tipsy not to snort an inelegant laugh, though she still shakes her head and rolls her eyes skyward. ]
There it goes, my libido. Farewell..
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What happened to back rubs?
[ They had a deal!!! Even in his drunkenness he hasn't forgotten... ]
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Mayhaps you should have thought of that before making yourself so terribly unsexy.
[ yet.. here she is, still in his lap anyway, and leaning in to nibble at that stuck-out lip that is more or less a big target!! ]
I prefer your usual voice. And your soft, supple skin.. and sweet smell..
[ all his femininity.. ]
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He huffs a laugh against her mouth, tightening his grip on her, his voice softening back into its usual pitch. ]
And here I thought you just liked me to taste good when we kiss... [ Lazily, he draws his mouth along her jaw to her ear, his breath gusting hot. ]
Mm, all those hot girls dunno what they missed out on when I snapped you up...
[ He bites playfully at her earlobe, and then licks her ear in a way that is way more like a wet-willy than anything sexy. ]
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[ alisaie isn't nearly as picky as he is, but kissing bad breath just sounds.. gross. even if they kiss in the mornings often. but whatever. that lick though is enough to earn a squeal, and she twists away a little, rubbing at her ear with the cuff of her sleeve. ]
Sounds to me that you are quite fond of the idea.
[ he's entertaining so many lesbian fantasies right now, isn't he ]
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Only in my imagination! [ But his imagination is a hot place to be right now. ] But now I'm the only one who gets your kisses...
[ And to punctuate this, he tips his mouth up and kisses her, hard and sloppy, lips parting against hers so his tongue can beg for entrance into her mouth. ]
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also he would probably not be surprised to know that alisaie definitely had a crush on aranea even if she hadn't entirely known what it was.. but i mean.. who wouldn't have a crush on aranea!! ]
Mmm.. [ it's a messy kiss, but that's more than welcome - alisaie loves messy kisses, and they're both more than buzzed with wine, so it's so very easy to part her lips and curl her tongue against his own, tasting cheesecake and wine on his kiss. she murmurs still between breaths. ]
You've no desire to share..?
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His lips widen against hers to grant her full access into his mouth, the touch of her tongue to his wresting a gasp of pleasure from his throat. But even with the messy kisses, he still tries to answer her while his breathing goes heavy and fast. ]
Mm...depends. You gonna share me back?
[ His hips rock fluidly against hers, though he has to reach down and grab the side of the chair to keep from tumbling right out of it. ]
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Only if I am allowed to join.
[ she says, her mouth curling into a wicked grin against his own, though her breath catches in a soft whine when his hips move. she seems to be giving no thought to his struggle to stay in the chair, as she only tightens her thighs 'round his hips and grinds slowly down to meet him, her fingertips dragging along the nape of his neck. ]
Or at least, to watch..
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[ He pleads her name, fingers catching hard in the fabric of her dress, whimpering as he arches beneath her—
And loses his balances completely, squawking inelegantly and spilling off of his chair and onto the floor. He manages to let Alisaie go as he falls so he doesn't crush her, but he definitely drops her ungently and winds up sprawled face first on the floor.
...Whimpering pain, because he definitely landed on his boner. ]
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