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Dave Strider ([personal profile] shenunigans) wrote2013-05-16 09:34 pm

Skinny derpin'

It's a good few months into the 'Dave doesn't swim' factor of Feferi and Dave's weird rivalry and Dave is pretty sure Feferi has tried to pull every card she has in an attempt to have him fully submerged. It doesn't work, of course. Dave is as protective of his swimming virginity as a nun is with. Well. Her regular virginity? Whatever. Point is he isn't going for it. In fact, as a form of revenge for her relentless bothering, she may just have found him snacking on her goldfish crackers like what up girl I'm eating your snacks. Needless to say, that didn't go down so well.

But it's whatever, right? It's in the past. Though Dave suspects it may not be over yet when he gets a text from Feferi asking him to bring her a towel at an absurd hour of the morning. He had promised he'd make it up to her for the crackers, so he begrudingly heads out to the pool with her stupid fluffy towel. Fuck nocturnal trolls and fuck stupidly pretty troll royalty who trick you into cutting them the sweet end of the deal. At the very least, he gets to see her in her swimsuit, right? Always a boner.

Bonus.

He thought bonus.


The mental goings on of a teenage boy aside, he's made his way to the pool in reasonable time with the towel over his shoulder and he's going to cup his hand over his mouth so he can loudly announce his entrance. Not that anyone but Feferi is around, given that it's 4am but that's beside the point.

"Yo, princess. There's like a million signs telling you not to forget a towel, could you have picked a lamer way to fuck with me?"
fintastic: (herp)

[personal profile] fintastic 2013-09-23 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
If he's never thought to ask, neither has she. Between his attention to her neck and her own uncertainty on how to answer, her response isn't very forthcoming. Those kisses feel so good, but now she can't help but wonder the same thing in return. It doesn't escape her imagination that instead of anything normal or useful, he may very well have some kind of gaping toothed maw down there. That's not exactly the most arousing thought, but no amount of positive thinking can really fill in the gaps in her knowledge of human anatomy.

Come to think of it, she really doesn't know that much of male troll anatomy either, beyond the basics.

"The usual, I guess," she finally answers, still very unsure of herself. They were just getting over one awkward hump, it can't be time for another already. She struggles, trying to find a way to rescue this one, trying to keep things moving. "Why don't we find out? I'm pretty sure we can work something out. You sort of saw it already anyway, right?"

It might be scary. It might be gross. But she'll be damned if she doesn't at least try to work something out between them. She's not about to let something like body parts get in the way of this. They have put way more effort than was necessary into getting to this point to let it fall it apart now.
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[personal profile] fintastic 2013-09-24 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
At least he knows she doesn't have a giant horsecock, and she doesn't have to reassure him of that. Because she would have, if she'd known the option was on the table at any point.

"Just like that," she affirms with a nod, her smile just sort of disconcertingly enthusiastic. She can't help it if she's excited, this is exciting, of course she's going to be excited. "Wait. Do you want to help me get my shirt off first?"

She is, lucky for her, woefully unaware of how tacky that sounds, like something out of a bad porno. But she's actually serious, just for this one moment. From her position, even with her hair braided, shirt remove becomes a task unto itself between the horns and the hair. She's not even trying to be coy about it.
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[personal profile] fintastic 2013-10-02 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Thankfully, having braided her hair helps. She shifts and arches her back and wiggles around to help him out in the process, and gets just as frustrated with the difficult process of shirt removal as he does. She's glad to see it gone. Hopefully he doesn't mind intense eye contact though; given half the chance, she will stare right back at him.

When he doesn't move in for the boob grab right away... well, she is a little disappointed, but it's touching. Maybe he's trying to be polite, or he's still too nervous. She is too, but naturally adventurous, and deciding that maybe an ice breaker is needed, she reaches up between them and gropes his chest, for however little there is to grope.

"Sorry they're not as nice as yours." She feigns apology, trying not to laugh. "Not everyone can be as voluptuous as you are!"
Edited (NOTIF!!!!) 2013-11-09 04:10 (UTC)
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[personal profile] fintastic 2013-11-11 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"No, you would be the first!" She's still trying not to laugh too much, especially because he's inadvertently tickling her. Instead she just shifts herself subtly and says nothing of it. "You can squeeze harder, you know. I'll tell you if I want you to stop."

He is, in fact, the most romantic, but from her current vantage point there is not much she get do, except to stroke his hair, flat-palmed like she was petting a cat or dog. She too is a master of romance and all things sexy.
fintastic: (with all the grace of a trout)

[personal profile] fintastic 2013-11-15 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know about all girls, but I sure do!" She doesn't even have time to demonstrate before he's already going at it, and she's more than expressive of how much she enjoys it-- her muscles tense, she bites her lip, and she raises her hips to meet his.

"Just like that." Letting herself relax a little, she fixes him with a very serious stare. "I think it works better if you take off the underwear though."

Not that she's in any real sort of rush. She could let him play with her boobs all night if he was really into it. But his teasing is too much and she lacks the finesse and self-control to try and hold herself back, to be the one to draw things out.
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[personal profile] fintastic 2013-11-17 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
That does get a giggle out of her. Okay, so it's not a proper fish pun if you call it out first, but she mentally ticks off a half a point for him, for the effort. She watches him curiously as he moves, trying to anticipate his next move. It seems straight forward enough to her, but he decides to take a different approach, apparently.

If he was trying to make her squirm, he's succeeded. There's an effort on her part not to flail too much and hurt him, but she does grab at the nearest surface and lets loose a little glub. Part of it is just the surprise, but the other part is just how good it feels.

"Hey," she whines, and she gives him an exceedingly fake pout when she pushes herself up on her elbows to look at him, though she doesn't tell him to stop. She is all for experimenting, and she knows he's teasing her, but what's the point of that if she just goes along with it?
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[personal profile] fintastic 2013-12-04 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Either he's smarter about this than she thought he was going to be, or (more likely) he's just incredibly lucky, and maybe perceptive. Not that it takes a genius to figure out how to put his hand between a girl's legs, but his fingers sliding over her clit sets her skin tingling. Not just that, but his hands are warm. It's almost embarrassing with how much it distracts her, so that there's a good several seconds of pause before she gets her thoughts back in order to respond.


"Hey," she repeats with more mock-indignation, just for emphasis, "it is not fair if I don't get to touch, too. Move up a little, I want to touch!"

She reaches out, making grabby hands in the general vicinity of his boner, just to illustrate that her arms are just this side of too stubby. He's got the upper hand (hah.) on her and she just can't settle for that, and her curiosity is starting to pique. She knows his underwear aren't doing either of them any favors, either, and she always has been a go-getter. Damn it Dave, she just wants that D.
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[personal profile] fintastic 2014-02-02 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Considering that it gives her a chance to get up on her knees and throw one over him to straddle his legs?

"I like them a whole lot." Planting her hands flat against his stomach, she gives a little tickle. She could just go for gold now, but... turnabout is fair play. She just smiles down at him. "So what should I do now?"
fintastic: (just keep swimming!)

[personal profile] fintastic 2014-02-07 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Hooking her forefingers under the band of his underwear, tugging them up towards her-- not down his body-- and holding there, like she might let them snap at any second. It doesn't give her very good view, but now that they've switched positions, maybe she wants to play with him just a little bit more.

"I don't know, you didn't want it before," she says with mock hesitation. "Are you really sure I should?"

She lets the band back down against his skin, gently, but continues to give little tugs, moving them down just centimeters while she watches his face expectantly.
fintastic: (coy)

[personal profile] fintastic 2014-02-22 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah but two can play at that game, you know!" His off-color quips go right over her head, though she'd probably take them amiably anyway. She's just used to half the things he says being outside her realm of understanding and is happy enough to roll with them. It's part of the charm, really.

But he's trying to sit up, so she backs up a little to give him space to do whatever it is, her eyes trained on his so that she's vaguely aware of what he's doing. Despite her teasing, she's eager and trying not to look it as much as she can. She holds out as long as she can manage, before her eyes dart down for a moment, then back up again as she presses her lips together. Though she's trying not to laugh, she's relieved to actually see that he doesn't have something weird down there... like a gnome. The thought had occurred to her only briefly.

She clambers off his legs after a moment more, to let him get his underwear off all the way. She just can't stop glancing, not caring to be so brazen as to stare, but it's not as though she's seen a whole ton of dicks in her life-- it's new, and it is thrilling, and she can't help but think it looks a little silly up close. Not enough to be off-putting in the least, and not too far outside the realm of what she expected, but still silly.

And for the moment, they're unbalanced again, her with her own panties still left, and she's tempted to unceremoniously whip them off herself, before she manages to try and catch his eyes again, hooking a thumb around the waistband. Might as well, while she's off to one side and uninhibited.

"...but I think I'd rather play other games, though. Would you like to do the honors?"
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[personal profile] fintastic 2014-02-23 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
She lets him do the brunt of the work, pulling them down to her knees, then helps out a little so she can slip them the rest of the way. That's it, there's nothing more. Nothing else to take off, finally. That took a lot longer than she would have liked! It's been getting late-- or early, more like it-- and if they dragged it out any longer, she might have fallen asleep halfway through. Right now, though, she's got more than enough energy to drape herself loosely around his shoulders.

"Maybe I just like your hands all over me, is that really a crime?" Letting go, she dramatically swoons backwards onto the bed, with her arm over her face. "I don't know if I can live with the thought of having done something so heinous!"

Briefly, though, she peeks out from under her arm. "Am I doing it right? You know, the thing you do, with the sarcasm!"

fintastic: (am i cute?)

[personal profile] fintastic 2014-02-27 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh well," she sighs, craning her neck to press back. By way of trying to sneak her legs around his, she encourages him to get right in there. Whether he realizes it or not, all his silliness, his lame jokes, and even the things that go over her head are relaxing. Someone serious would have been boring, or made her tense. Being able to just be casual with him tells her she's made the right choice, as if she ever actually doubted.

Slipping her arms up under his, she tilts her head to give a little kiss, before settling back down against the bed. "So now we just... wait, do I need to do anything?"

A better time to ask would have been maybe... never. She feels just a smidgen of embarrassment for having asked at all, but the mechanics have never been her utmost concern before now. She doesn't just want to leave him in the lurch if she can avoid it, he's been so good to her tonight, he surely does not deserve her shortcomings in the realm of lovemaking.