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( there's no urgency, which makes it feel less like a progression from a to be and more like she's treading water, admiring the scenery instead of trying to get somewhere. which means that when she comes, it's a surprise rather than something she's worked toward. for a moment, there's tension — but her muscles slacken again soon and she sighs against jim's shoulder as pleasure courses through her, not overwhelming but all-encompassing. )

[ Feeling her orgasm in the midst of something so peaceful is like a moment of electricity-- but even then he doesn't push much harder, doesn't tighten his grip and fuck her quicker like he might usually. Jim just keeps on, presses a brief, messy kiss to the side of her mouth, then leans their foreheads together.

It's like a wave breaking when he comes, without trying for it, just letting it wash over him. ]

( he comes, too, a little after her, and dutch makes an encouraging noise and slides her hands aimlessly over his shoulders, neck, into his hair, just touching for the sake of it. more than she might usually, or at least more softly. )

Mh. ( it's just a pleased hum. the non-verbal equivalent of this is nice. )

Mmhm. [ Non-verbal agreement. Jim has just enough presence of mind to use one hand to grope around for - either the towel or his shirt, who knows, to do perfunctory cleanup so they don't congeal together horribly. But after, he ends up not moving, laying with her spaced out and warm.

Honestly if the Khali people didn't want visitors to bang in their sacred forest they shouldn't be giving folks so much fairy weed, so this is probably fine. ]

( it's probably fine. it feels fine, at any rate. dutch isn't worried and most of that might be the fairy weed, but some of it is also just the fact that she doesn't give too much of a shit about propriety on a good day.

slowly, she drifts off —

only to wake some time later to something soft and a little wet nosing at her. literally nosing. it's an animal nose. )

[ Jim slips easily from asleep to awake, too used to having to leap out of bed on off-shifts to handle this or that (and too used to escaping angry uncles and step-parents in the life before), so when the world stirs around them, he's already blinking muzzily.

Uh.

He assumes this must be a dream, at first, puzzled bleary eyes taking in the large creature huffing and sniffing them, but then the large, rhino-like head drifts over to shove its soft nose into Jim's bare hip and--

The noise he makes isn't a yelp. Definitely not. It's manly and not at all embarrassing. ]

( totally a manly and not at all embarrassing noise, yes. dutch, fortunately, has better control over her noise-making or at least has been trained not to make a sound unless she wants to.

she does sit up a little, eyeing the creature sniffing at them. it seems friendly for now. no visible teeth. could probably trample them to death. okay then. )

[ Captain Squeaky is groping around for something to cover himself with, not quite frantic but still somewhat alarmed. ]

Good morning, [ he says, vaguely affronted. The creature heaves a wet sigh, and continues sniffing. It has flowers growing on its head. ]

Move slowly. ( dutch suggests, very casually. the creature seems friendly so far, but that doesn't have to mean anything. dutch knows all too well just how deceiving appearances can be, and the ease and happiness of the fairy weed have dissipated, leaving all that knowledge at the forefront of her mind again. )

So it thinks I'm an edible plant? [ he grunts, but it's clearly just sass. Jim eyes the animal, but it seems fine, and glimpses he catches of its eyes suggest more than just dull cow intelligence. Not sentient, but something.

He yawns, ] I think I have grass where there shouldn't be any.

[ The creature shifts back a bit, and Jim's eyes go wide for a second as it moves awful quick-- but it's just sitting down with a great whump. It rests its head between them, wedged against both of their legs.

It makes a happy-sounding noise. ]

So that it doesn't get scared and accidentally tramples us to death. ( but dutch doesn't sound all that worried. the creature seems pretty docile and not too easily scared. dutch figures if she was that size, she wouldn't be, either. not that she is now, considerably smaller in size than the animal but pretty damn sure of her own abilities regardless. )

Whose idea was this, anyway.

( yours, dutch. it was yours.

slowly, she reaches out to touch the creature's big head, shifting her leg a little away from it. not petting the thing. not poking it, either. just. touching. whatever. )

If I take the fall for this, does it earn me any bonus points? [ Since yes, it was Dutch's idea. Not that Jim's strictly opposed to semi-public sex even when he's not stoned, but. Fair is fair. (Negotiating is also fair.)

The animal makes a rumbling noise and tilts its head, but doesn't brush her hand off. The mannerism is almost like a dog trying to encourage pets.

Lightly, ]

Hopefully we're not in a zoo.

[ dutch gives it a moment's thought. glances sideways at jim and flashes a grin. ]

No.

[ dutch never had a dog. she's never had a pet at all, except for that brief period of time when khlyen had made her raise a rabbit only to demand that she kill it. it had been a step before demanding she kill people.

the creature is docile for now, at least, and so dutch pats it a little. there, there. ]

What, you don't think we'd be the main attraction?

Then I regret to inform you that it was your idea, [ he drawls, and shifts around a bit so this giant thing doesn't make his foot fall asleep. On his side, he reaches out and gives it a gentle pat. He's not a pet person, either. ]

Mm, not that kind of zoo.

[ That sounds more like a flesh market or red light district. ]

You don't regret shit.

[ he sounds zero percent regretful and dutch is not above calling him out on it because he's calling her out on it having been her idea. gotta keep things even. ]

Why would I regret anything? [ Yawn. They fucked and it was good, like it always seems to be between them.

(Different. But still good.)

The animal snuffles, shifts around to get more comfortable, half-rolls and wiggles its ears. ]

You just said you did. [ a figure of speech dutch took too literally deliberately.

but he makes a fair point: she doesn't regret it, either. she doesn't regret any of it, even if she doesn't let herself linger on how light she'd felt, how happy. how she doesn't usually feel that way. ]

This thing's really just a big puppy, isn't it? [ a puppy with flowers growing on it. what the hells. ]

[ She doesn't have to linger on it - neither of them do. It's just something that they can have and remember, when it suits them. No reason to make it weird or spoil it by delving into conversation neither of them will like. ]

Guess so, [ he says. ] Looks like a rhinoceros-shaped garden. Kinda cool.

[ Jim scratches a little in its soil-like skin, which the animal seems to enjoy. Pink and purple flowers almost seem to come to life as it sits with them. ]

[ she's good with not talking about it. she's maybe less good at not lingering on it. but for now, the rhino-garden serves as a neat distraction. ]

What's with the flowers? [ is she asking jim? is she asking the rhino? who knows. ]

I hear bees like 'em.

[ Shut up, Jim. The puppyrhino whuffs, encourage more scritches, until Jim dares to just pluck one of the blossoms off; moss and grass fall from it here and there, anyway. There's no negative reaction, so he just reaches over and sticks it in Dutch's hair. ]

Yeah. So?

[ why are they growing on a rhino-esque thing. creature. animal.

he plucks one of the blossoms off and the rhino-thing doesn't twitch or protest, just shifts a little. and then there's a flower in dutch's hair and she slants jim a glance. ]

Do I look pretty now?

You look like you have a flower in your hair, [ says Jim, who was not born yesterday. ] You're always pretty.

[ :)

Anyway, Jim suddenly squirms and grumbles about something biting his ass before he fishes for discarded underwear. Their friend snuffles at his knee, as if in mild protest of his attempt to escape. ]

[ smart boy. smart boy who is good with his tongue in more ways than one. ]

Don't ask me to kiss it better. [ dutch remarks when he grumbles about something biting his ass, and then watches him fish for and put on his underwear, patting the flower-rhino absent-mindedly. ]

I think he likes you.

Please. This is a work of art. You don't want it marred with weird rashes any more than I do.

[ His butt is pretty cute, alright, and it's miraculously less often bruised than the rest of him. Probably because he's always running to fights instead of away from them. Anyway, underwear on, he searches for his pants, but doesn't bother pulling them on yet.

Breezily, ] Most things do. [ Jim pats the animal's nose. ]

Someone's cocky.

[ but he's right; she doesn't want rashes on his arse. ]

For the record, I wouldn't touch you if you had weird rashes. I know better than that. [ does she though? does she really? ]

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