Amaya Blackstone (
special_rabbit) wrote2019-07-19 04:22 pm
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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 ]]
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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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.
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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."
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Seivarden smiled as she stepped inside.
"Thank you for the invitation."
Sometimes subtlety was overrated.
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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.
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"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...
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Seivarden made a gesture with her hand and said: "We can have tea later, of course."
That was usually rather nice, after all.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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"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.
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She pushed Amaya towards the bed, tugging at one of her gloves, which was awfully tight today.
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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.
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"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.
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"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?
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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...
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Only they wouldn't come off.
"Fuck."
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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.
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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.
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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...
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"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.
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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.
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Oh, and there were more kisses on Amaya's neck, and down towards her cleavage.
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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...
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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.
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"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.
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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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She looked at Amaya. "What do you want to do?"
Seivarden definitely needed tea.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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She wrinkled her nose a little. "I'm sure there's nothing wrong with your coffee, apart from it being coffee."
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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..."
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She raised her own hand, pulled at the tips of her glove, and sure enough, it came halfway off.
"So..."
She looked at Amaya.
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"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.]
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"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* ]]
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It probably was a bad idea to test the island like this, but they could both be stubborn, couldn't they?
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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.
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Maybe slowly was the thing here? Maybe Amaya just had to be patient.
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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.