shenunigans: (Charlie horse her)
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: (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?"
fintastic: (devious)

[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.