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6 Unicorn Street; Friday Night [07/19].

It felt a little strange acknowledging it, what with the way the summer had been going as a whole, but Amaya was actually having herself a really good week, even with being made a target in Diaz's class today. Maybe even because of it, because she knew she'd earned it, really, and she was still sort of riding the high of that competitive spirit from the trebuchet competition on Wednesday, she'd gotten the greenhouse finished this week. She'd had a chance to enjoy a few ales down at Caritas, too, which felt like something she couldn't quite get to as regularly as she used to, so that was nice.

And, if she just so happened to have found a certain mood there at the bottom of one of those mugs, well, she had a solution for that on hand as well. No fuss, no mushy stuff, just a simple solution and a good use of the pleasant buzz she'd built up. Built up enough to the point where she'd almost sent off her message to the wrong person just out of old habits (between the doors and the trebuchets and the balls being thrown at her, who could blame her, really?), but she caught herself and redirected things so they went to the right place.

Or, at the very least, the place more likely to yeild result at the moment.

Good night for a movie.

No, Amaya didn't even own a TV.

That was kind of the point.

[[lol, they had to find out eventually! NFB, if you please, and for the recipient of said text for great SP and probably awkwardly NSFW shenanigans ]]

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Seivarden knew Amaya didn't have a TV. As a cat she had explored her home quite thoroughly, after all. Good night for a movie had to mean something else, and it wasn't that hard to figure out what.

And Seivarden found it was a perfect idea, now that the island was no longer throwing torments at them, and a bit of relaxing fun was a great suggestion.

Striking a balance between showing up quickly and waiting a bit so as to not seem desperate, she eventually knocked at Amaya's door.

Subtlety was never one of Amaya's strong suits, she knew it and embraced it wholeheartedly, but she had to admit, she was feeling pretty proud of that one. And Seivarden taking her time would give Amaya the change to bribe up those squirrels a bit; she knew Saturdays were typically Seivarden's radio days anyway, but it was best not to take chances with squirrels. And if the proposition fell flat, well, then, Amaya would have at the very least earned some points with the furry little guys.

But then there was a knock on the door, and she knew she hadn't ordered pizza.

"Captain," Amaya nodded when she opened the door, gesturing her inside. "Glad you could make it."

"Amaya."

Seivarden smiled as she stepped inside.

"Thank you for the invitation."

Sometimes subtlety was overrated.

"Well," said Amaya, "it'd be a shame letting all this normal go to waste; who knows what we'll be up against next week? Get you a drink? Just be warned; I am definitely almost out of rum."

"Tea? Could be a good idea not to run out of rum."

She didn't think she'd be able to get away with skipping a note tomorrow even if she wouldn't be there to read it

Not that tea was strictly speaking necessary, but Seivarden had at least some kind of propriety.

"No, I mean because--" Amaya started to explain that the reason why she was almost out of rum was because that was already taken care of, stopped herself, and then just sort of laughed, shaking her head, because she was pretty sure tea wasn't even the next logical step even if they had to carefully ration out the rum. Not for anyone except Seivarden.

"But, sure," she allowed with a sort of bewildered amusement, "I can go put some on, but I'm pretty sure that it's just going to get cold once the...ahhh...film starts."

And they both knew what a tragedy something like cold tea would be.

Especially since you apparently couldn't just heat it back up, for some reason, which was just wasteful, really, honestly now...

Amaya had a point.

Seivarden made a gesture with her hand and said: "We can have tea later, of course."

That was usually rather nice, after all.

"Later," Amaya agreed, because it did seem pretty civilized to at least serve a person some tea before you booted them out once that itch got scratched, but that itch was reminding her of its presence in full force now, heat rising up to her face and into her head a little, an eager spark behind her blue eyes, and she bit her lip.

Because this sort of thing always worked much more smoothly in Amaya's head than it did in person, because the Amaya in her head always seemed to sort of forget just how awkward about this sort of thing Amaya was in person.

But she was a woman of action, was she not? And, at this angle, she could work a good tragectory that would take them down on the couch pretty easily. That was where one was most likely to watch movies, wasn't it? But that could get a little uncomfortable. She had no problem with a bit of discomfort, but she had been pelted with balls for the better part of the morning...

"The greenhouse!" she realized suddenly. "I finished it this week! I should show you! Before we get started." Pause. "...through the bedroom."

Again, subtlety, not her strong suit.

Especially since it also connected to the living room.

"I look forward to seeing it," Seivarden said, happy to play along with the lack of subtlety. Amaya's talent for if was actually something she liked about her. She, on the other hand, was a lot less awkward, and actually enjoyed this part too.

"So," she said, looking amused while resting her gaze a little longer than necessary on Amaya. "Lead the way."

It would have been easy if Seivarden wasn't actually blocking that way.

One might suppose that, if Amaya was a woman in one of those mushy romances, she would have taken that moment to close the distance between her and Seivarden by sauntering seductively over to her, making the most of the closeness she'd just gained, and say something clever that would sound incredibly enticing with the husky rasp of her voice.

But Amaya was not one of those women, nor did she ever want to be, nor would she ever be.

Well...except for those few times when she was because she was gremlin-bit or the island thought it was funny.

This was not one of those times, and so Amaya just snorted, considering Seivarden with a smirk with her hands on her hips. "I'd love to," she said, "but there seems to be something in the way."

Briefly, she thought that she could probably sneak by her easily enough witha feigned distraction in the other direction, but Amaya wasn't so hopeless that she didn't know that impeding her movement wasn't quite the purpose of this particular blockade.

"I thought you were good at removing obstacles."

Seivarden knew Amaya far too well to expect any kind of sauntering, and she preferred her that way. She did know her to be practical though, and, well, that could be interesting too.

"Well, sure," said Amaya, who then hitch a thumb over her shoulder, "but the Crumbler's downstairs."

And this banter was going on for far too long, and Amaya, being practical as she was, was just going to move her hands to Seivarden's shoulders, turn her around, and start marching her down the short hallway

"Lucky for you," she offered, as if in conpensation, "I tend to be a bit more gentle."

A bit.

Seivarden laughed and didn't make much resistance. When they reached the bedroom door, she said over her shoulder:

"You know, gentle is sometimes overrated."

She added: "But let's leave the Crumbler out of this."

This was a lot of talking, wasn't it? Seivarden turned around.

Amaya snorted, since she was pretty sure gentle was a word that had never been used to describe her, but stubborn could definitely be a word to describe Seivarden, even when she was being very intentional about it.

"And there you are," she remarked when Seivarden turned around, "in my way again. Well, they do always say, you want something done right, you better just do it yourself."

Now would be the time for that attempt to just squeeze right past Seivarden and through the door, only it also involved taking a hold of the front of the Seivarden's clothes as she went, turning herself so that she was backing up into the bedroom, pulling Seivarden in with her...and into a kiss.

Which always felt a bit like waiting for your steel to heat up, to her. It wasn't her favorite part of the job, but it was usually necessary to get things going to where you could have some real fun with it.

This was, of course, Seivarden's intention. She made the most of that kiss, knowing by now that foreplay wasn't Amaya's thing. Seivarden generally preferred it, but it wasn't like she wasn't used to making the most of brief moments between shifts, and anyway, today...

She pushed Amaya towards the bed, tugging at one of her gloves, which was awfully tight today.

Preferred foreplay, and yet going straight for the gloves, eh?

And when Seivarden pushed, Amaya pulled her right along with her, and she was about to turn it so that Seivarden would be the one to hit the bed first before she noticed the struggle.

"Need a hand?" she offered, since she had two of them and they were quite capable and she was just helpful like that. She grinned faintly, not even waiting for a response before moving in for tugging assistance.

Since they weren't doing foreplay, straight for the gloves was the obvious choice. Only, it didn't work.

"Yes." There was a bit of frustration in Seivarden's voice, because she was definitely good at taking off gloves, but Amaya's was stuck on her hands.

And Amaya's own capable hands seemed to not be quite so capable at the moment, either, and she had to laugh a little, though there was a bit of an embarrassed note to it, though she wasn't entirely sure why.

"It was pretty hot out today," she offered, by way of apology, with the only logical explanation she could think of, "on top of already hot work."

Nothing quite like tight sweaty leather work gloves to really keep the mood going, huh?

Seivarden had dealt with a lot worse, and no doubt she would manage to get this gloves off sooner or later. Instead she tried to push Amaya on to the bed and straddle her, and if she couldn't get Amaya's gloves off, she could at least get rid of her own.

"Trying to get some better leverage?" Amaya teased, as she went back on the bed, because she couldn't quite let that one pass her by, even though she figured, at this point, if Seivarden did use her new position to her advantage, she'd likely go tumbling backward onto the floor from the force of the glove's eventual release. She squirmed a little underneath that straddle, getting a bit more comfortable, reminding herself of what they were up to before they got all distracted by gloves.

She was more than willing to forfeit the issue of removing her gloves for now, though, in favor of something she imagined would be a bit more successful, employing those still-gloved fingers to to task of taking off Seivarden's jacket.

And if that wound up giving them trouble, too, well...then...zards. It'd be a shame to have to go get the scissors...

Seivarden would prefer not to have to have her clothes cut up, but luckily the jacket came off, and she continued with pulling off her own gloves, in a way that wouldn't be too extravagant to be a turn off to Amaya.

Only they wouldn't come off.

"Fuck."

There was a good chance that there was absolutely nothing anyone could do regarding a pair of gloves that would ever be a turn off or on for Amaya.

Unless that glove was a gauntlet.

And it had spikes.

But this level of struggle with gloves that Seivarden was usually quite deft about removing was maybe a touch unnerving. Almost enough to make her wonder if that was the whole thing the island had waiting for them, making everyone's hands get just slightly too big, barely enough to notice until it came time to take off gloves or whatever else. She'd be hacking rings off people's fingers by Sunday!

But engorged hands or no, it's not like gloves were really covering any of the important bits anyway, and being a woman of action and all that, not wanting to see her plans go up in smoke on account of a few stubborn gloves, Amaaya reached up to slide her hands over Seivarden's shoulders, around the back of her neck, to pull her down for a kiss.

Again, not her favorite, but she'd be damned (and this whole thing would be sort of pointless) if it didn't work as a good distraction.

Oh, Amaya, Seivarden could take her gloves off in an excruciatingly slow and sexy way that would have you bored halfway through.

Normally.

Still, a kiss was a good idea at this point, however, the attempt failed and Seivarden nearly knocked Amaya's teeth out with her forehead.

Halfway?

Now that was generous.

"Ah, zards!" Amaya knew Seivarden was a little thick-skulled, but that hurt a bit more than it had any right to, and she hissed back the little shock of pain that seemed to rattle her teeth deep into her gums, pulling back as best she could with a defensive hand to her mouth entirely out of reflex.

"Coming in a little low there, Captain," she murmured, while rubbing that sharp ache out of her jaw a little. "My mouth is up here."

And once the surprise of the unexpected and wholly unsexy headbutt faded, it was replaced with a small, sudden note of concern. "You feeling okay?"

She'd seemed eager enough when they'd gotten started...

That was embarrassing, and not something that happened often, at least not while sober and with this much space.

"Sorry. I'm fine."

She frowned a little while leaning in to kiss Amaya in a way that might perhaps make up for that accident, and at the same time she began tugging at Amaya's clothes, in the way one did when there were only a brief moment between shifts that needed to be made the most of.

Not that they were in that situation, but things weren't going so well thus far.

That kiss certainly did a good job of brushing aside any doubts about all this that had surfaced, which was good, because she hated second-guessing herself, and it was pretty nice, too, in the way Amaya would vehemently deny if asked about it. She arched up into Seivarden while trying to help with the matter of her own clothes, especially since Seivarden hadn't exactly been having much luck with all this so far.

And what a fine time to discover just how good her knots had gotten with the laces on her bodice.

"Oh, for crying out--" Gaining a bit of frustration herself, she pushed Seivarden back, just a little, just enough to give her enough space to twist and try to see what the problem was. Definitely a knot, the tiny little kind you practically needed tweezers or a needle to loosen.

Or a blacksmith's strength, because Amaya was definitely not going to both struggling with the knot and just twisted her fingers in the laces and pulled enough to just snap them.

Or tried to, at least, but that wasn't working either. And a few more twists and pulls made it pretty clear that hers was not exactly an outfit one could just easily slip out of, either.

"So, this is going well...." she noted with a grunt and one more failed twist-and-tug.

Well, at least she was wearing a skirt, she supposed.

Seivarden had been kissing Amaya's neck while Amaya struggled with the laces, and as not even someone with strong arms like Amaya's could tear up that knot, she proceeded to try and pull up Amaya's skirt and slip her hands under it. Her gloved hands.

Oh, and there were more kisses on Amaya's neck, and down towards her cleavage.

"And that's going better," Amaya remarked, as her attention was thankfully swept away from the inexplicable knot and back to the real business at hand. And she was going to draw in a deep breath, close her eyes and just enjoy it for a moment, one hand--one gloved hand--on her shoulder, and that other--also gloved--hand at the back of Seivarden's head.

Which wasn't really her style, but she was starting to get the feeling that if she tried something more her speed, it would not turn out well. Sometimes, maybe it was better to just...see where things went...

Sometimes it was. Seivarden hadn't been thinking clearly enough to yet to start blaming the island - apart from just generally blaming it for everything that went wrong - and at least now they were getting somewhere, and along with those kisses even gloved hands could be useful, and she did her best trying to give an example, knowing slow wasn't really Amaya's thing.

Amaya wasn't really much inclined to being a passive party in this sort of thing, either, but, sometimes, you found yourself with a finicking fire in your forge and it took some patience and waiting to get it back up to where you wanted it. And she should probably stop thinking about this sort of things in terms of her work, because it could just lead to making certain things around the shop a bit unexpectedly uncomfortable.

But, like the steady application of a bellows or a fan, those hands were working ot get that fire stoked up again, well past the point where Amaya was going to allow herself to just sit back and let that happen without her own...gloved hands in the matter.

Of course, he hands were always best when being productive, and the most productive thing she could think to do in this situation was try to tend to some of the other clothes that would hopefully not be so problematic, such as Seivarden's pants. SHe hadn't had trouble with the jacket, after all, but from here, it would be a little tricky...

Time to switch, she decided, spreading her hands across Seivarden's back for a moment and answering a few of those kisses along her neck with some back, because that was just polite, before giving the firm nudge to roll over to put Seivarden on her back.

Or at least, that was the intention. Amaya had apparently done a poor job of judging the width of her own bed and succeedly mostly in just rolling herself right off of it...and landing rather uncomfortably on some tool that had gone missing weeks ago that she'd nearly forgotten about.

Seivardens response was a sequence of colourful Radchaai curses, until she realized that Amaya had actually landed on something.

"Are you ok?" she asked, rolling to one side.

She closed her eyes. "This has to be the island."

Things had never gone this badly, not even when she had been a fumbling teenager.

"I'm fine," said Amaya, wincing a little as she sat up and gingerly rubbed at the new hammer-shaped bruise she was going to have on her back...should go along nicely with the ball-shaped ones she'd gotten earlier that day.

But then she thought a moment about what Seivarden had said, which seemed, to her, somewhere between an excuse and a joke, but the more she thought about it...

She blinked.

And blinked again.

That...actually...made sense! Diaz's bad mood, the fact that Fjord would be completely obvious to it, the fact that she had been completely oblivious until this whole fiasco...!

"That's the thing this week?" she asked, not necessarily to Seivarden, but maybe to just the universe in general. But once she said it outloud, it seemed a little too fitting. "No...no, it couldn't be. It wouldn't. That's just be....that'd be...."

But on the other hand...

...and also...

"No. Well."

Things were clearly busy tumbling aorund inside Amaya's head right now, just give her a moment, and the disconcerted look on her face for a moment suggested that she'd finally reached some sort of conclusion.

"This island, I swear," she said, throwing up her hands a little. "One week, it decides all its wants is for us to start banging around like jackrabbits, and the next it's all 'nope, sorry, none of that now!'"

There was another doubtful pause, just one more appeal with a "No...." followed by an "I think I'd rather go back to the monsters."

Crushing monsters at least gave her some satisfaction!

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"Yeah," Seivarden said. "This is fucking..." She made a gesture with her still gloved hand. "Well, no, it's not, but you know what I mean."

She looked at Amaya. "What do you want to do?"

Seivarden definitely needed tea.

"Well, I know what I want to do," said Amaya, stoutly, "but I'm not so sure we'll survive the effort."

And she knew what her second choice was, which was pretty much to just boot Seivarden out and send her on her way so Amaya could go downstairs, stoke up the forge, and do something actually productive since this was clearly not going to pan out the way she'd intended.

But she knew that would be a bit rude and that Seivarden was a little sensitive to things like that, so that on top of the current frustrations didn't seem like a good combination. Amaya rubbed her back a little again, moved the hammer and tossed it aside a little before looking back over to Seivarden and fishing out the one thing that might not be terrible for her given the situation.

"Tea?"

She figured, when in doubt, with Seivarden, just go for tea. And then if they were feeling bold, another effort. And then she'd be completely justified in doing all the booting out she needed to.

"Tea."

She so appreciated that Amaya understood that was the obvious choice. Unaware that the alternative was being booted in favour of the forge, and that the reason that didn't happen was because Amaya considered her sensitive, she added:

"At least you've got good tea."

That was a compliment. She leaned in to try and give Amaya a kiss before giving up on this.

And just leave it to this island to go and do something so messed up it actually made Amaya Blackstone feel almost a little wistful....or longing, at the very least...over a blasted kiss.

You'd gone way too far with this one, Island!

But wistfully longing over it she was, with a horrible little sigh there at the end that really crossed the line.

"At least," she allowed, extra sardonic to help keep her from the near swoon that might be around the corner if she wasn't careful, "I've got good tea."

With that, Amaya took a stand against this nonsense, literally, by pushing herself off the floor, adjusting the awkward disarray the attempts to remove them had made of her clothes, and then brushing her hands together as if to clean them of this whole affair. For now.

"Half the reason you even bother coming over, right?"

Just say yes and agree, Seivarden. Zards, tell her it's closer to seventy-five percent, or even one hundred. The more general dismissal of this whole thing, the better, as far as she was concerned.

Seivarden considered herself a good kisser, and she did make an effort, so it wasn't just any kiss, Amaya.

Following Amaya's example, she slowly got to her feet too, then brushed her sleeves.

"Of course. It's not many others on this island that could compare with you in that department." Let's keep not talking about what this was about.

Zards, Amaya hoped this was still not talking about what this was about, because if not, then...yikes.

She smirked a little, though, throwing it over her shoulder as she headed toward the door and for the kitchen. "Shame you're not a bigger fan of coffee," she noted. "If you think my tea's good, then a cup of that stuff'll really knock your socks off."

Or peel paint.

Well. Fjord seemed to like it well enough, anyway...

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Amaya could feel safe, Seivarden was actually talking about tea. She knew better than to be too explicit on other things.

She wrinkled her nose a little. "I'm sure there's nothing wrong with your coffee, apart from it being coffee."

That managed to get an amused snort out of Amaya. "And there's not much I can really do about that," she noted, grinning.

And now that they'd made it into the kitchen, her natural curiousity and need to experiment with things sort of took over for a brief moment before she really set to getting the tea started. An idle, innocent thought, really, because she'd always be fascinated with how things worked, even if she was pretty sure none of these sorts of things around the island worked in any way that was supposed to make sense.

"Oh, sure," she declared, mostly to herself, and honestly a little surprised, as she looked down and sort of opened and closed her left hand, free of its glove, inspecting it for signs of anything physical that may have caused it to be so tricky just a bit ago, "now you have no problems coming off..."

Seivarden let out a sigh. "I hate this fucking island."

She raised her own hand, pulled at the tips of her glove, and sure enough, it came halfway off.

"So..."

She looked at Amaya.

"So," said Amaya, looking back, and she smirked. "On the one hand," and the fingers of her ungloved hand wiggled a little as if to emphasize the word choice, "we're now about twice as far as we got back there," her thumb hitched toward the bedroom. "On the other hand," she'd have tugged at the glove on said other hand but now that they were thinking what they were thinking, she was half-worried it wouldn't do much, "there's probably a lot more dangerous ways things could go wrong out here..."

Seivarden couldn't help looking at those wiggled fingers, but then made an effort to shift her gaze to Amaya's face while pulling off her own glove completely. She sighed.

"I'm guessing you have sharp things in the kitchen."

Although, considering Amaya, she might have sharp things anywhere, couldn't she?

Crossing the distance between them, Seivarden reached her bare hand out towards Amaya's.

[In my head I had replied to this.]

Amaya might not completely understand the whole fixation that Seivarden seemed to have with gloves and hands; in fact, she usually forgot about it entirely, until there were moments, moments just like this, when it would be impossible to deny that there was some sort of spark of...something there, as Seivarden's hand met hers.

"Loads of 'em," she said, her voice perhaps a bit huskier than usual. "Heavy things, too. Table's pretty sturdy, though."

But that did cause her a moment's pause.

"'Course, this does seem like a good way to wind up breaking it..."

She...did not sound too disturbed by this idea. If anything, she always did love a new project.

[[ and here my telepathy takes the day off on thursdays, too *shakes fist* ]]

"We wouldn't want to break your table," Seivarden said, not sounding that concerned either. She took a step closer, running her thumb from Amaya's palm to further up her arm while leaning in to kiss her neck.

It probably was a bad idea to test the island like this, but they could both be stubborn, couldn't they?

Incredibly stubborn, and, really, tests were important. You couldn't really figure out how something worked unless it was thoroughly tested, and Amaya did rather like to get in there and figure things out. For all they knew, maybe it wasn't the island. Maybe it was specifically her bedroom. They wouldn't know if they just went and assumed, now, would they?

Which may have seemed like an awful lot of justification for the faintly eager smile, for the tilt of her head back to grant Seivarden more room to kiss, but Amaya was taking it and running with it, especially since figuring stuff out was possibly even more stimulating and exciting than any of it.

And if she let that moment linger just a little bit longer than she would normally, she would just insist that she was merely giving the research some time to breathe, so they had a good, solid amount of time to determine whether or not everything was good.

Conclusion? So far, so good. Very good. Amaya wrapped an arm around Seivarden to draw her close, ungloved hand spreading across her back.

Seivarden continued kissing Amaya along her neck, carefully nudging her blouse over her shoulder, as if the island wouldn't notice if she did it slowly.

Maybe slowly was the thing here? Maybe Amaya just had to be patient.

They were doomed.

There was only so much patience that Amaya had in her, and it had already been stretched pretty thin. And there was only so much neck-kissing a woman--at least, a woman like Amaya, anyway---could handle before your mind just started turning a bit toward...fish.

She needed to be doing more, anyway, with her hands. Amaya didn't do well with idle hands. And so those hands were now slipping over Seivarden's shoulders to her chest, pushing her away, pushing her back, toward that aforementioned table of noteworthy sturdiness. ANd as they traveled back, her hands traveled down a little further, to make swift work (or at least try to) of the removal of Seivarden's trousers.

Quickly. Seivarden may have figured the island was thinking they required more patience, but Amaya's shiny gold coins were going right toward a push for more efficiency.

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