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Who: dutch (

motivation) & open
What: october mini-quest + fallout
When: end of october
Where: wyver, josa forest
Warning(s): werewolf-y things. mentions of torture. alcohol + sex.

I ◆ PREP

[ this isn't the first time dutch has gone off to find someone. it used to be warrants, now she's doing it - not out of the goodness of her heart, no, because she still isn't convinced there's much goodness left in there, but because she doesn't like the possibility that the same people who kidnapped and tortured her are still out there. because it's something to do. because she's good at finding people.

so she's going to go out there and she's going to find those missing and she's going to come back and have a nice drink and call it a day and know that if johnny woke back up tomorrow, she'd still be able to look him in the eyes and say that she did her best.

find her in the streets of wyver, gathering supplies, or find her on the way to josa forest. lucy the dragon is by her side because she refused to be left behind, but dorian the kinkajou is staying in wyver. ]

II ◆ CAMPING

[ dutch doesn't much like the cold. that's always been true, but even more so after her kidnapping, after being doused with cold water and left with little and then no clothes on patches of ice and snow. that's what the cold reminds her of now and the blizzard doesn't help with it.

despite the blizzard, there's a fire (lucy coughed onto some wood long enough to set it ablaze) and dutch has a bottle of something highly alcoholic in her hands because of course she brought a drink. anyone with her or anyone stumbling upon her camp will be offered a sip and she's happy to trade the bottle back and forth.

eventually, as the last of the light dies, dutch asks: ] Want to cuddle?

[ it's obviously a joke. or is it? ]

III ◆ AFTERMATH

[ back at wyver, dutch feels - off. there's an itch under her skin, leaving her restless. she does all the things she usually does to combat it: find someone or something to fight, drink, find someone to fuck.

find her throwing knives at a tree, find her with an improvised punching bag that looks like it'll give out any second, find her in one of the fight rings, or find her in a bar, clearly looking for a partner for the night, or at least for a quick round in the alley behind the bar. in all these instances, she'll give off a certain air of danger, like a wolf stalking its prey. ]

IV ◆ WILDCARD

[ feel free to write a starter about any of the clues found in the forest, about arguing whether to continue looking or to go back, about dutch finding your character lost in the forest, w/e. anything goes! ]

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Beautiful, [ he tells her, holding her and touching her through it, his own breath quick with arousal from getting her off. ] God, Dutch, you're so fucking hot. [ Jim kisses her, and shifts them so that she's laying back and he can get the rest of their clothes off all the way. And snag more of that booze - to share, of course. ]

[ she kisses back, a little sloppily, a little off centre, humming her acknowledgement of his words into the kiss. he rearranges them and dutch lets him, one arm thrown over his shoulders to keep him close —probably making it a bit more difficult to get their clothes off, but not impossibly so.

she's already feeling better - a lot better - than when she showed up at his door, laughter and now orgasm-fuelled endorphins going a long way. so she wraps her legs around his hips to pull him in once they're both naked, intent on getting as much skin on skin contact. ]

[ It's all good, Jim's an expert at getting clothes off. Never more flexible than when he needs to do this, which is awfully convenient.

She doesn't initiate this position often, some distant part of him notes; Dutch likes to be in charge and on top. Not something he objects to, in any fashion. He can't help but wonder if the way she showed up, demanding and in need of a distraction, isn't just about blowing off steam.

Whatever the reason, he doesn't let his concern or barely-there thought process show. He's hard and she's pulling him close and there's no reason to stop and try a therapy session. Jim kisses her, hitches her hips where they need to be and pushes inside. ]

[ it's not a position she initiates often —it's not that she doesn't like it, it's just that she likes being on top more, most of the time. it allows her more control, lets her set the pace and make sure that she gets to chase her pleasure. with jim, she doesn't really need to be concerned about him getting off without her getting off, though.

he kisses her as he pushes inside and dutch breaks the kiss to drag in a shuddering breath, letting it out in what is not quite a moan but close enough, finger curling in his hair, legs hitching higher to pull him deeper. ]

[ She always feels so good, and Jim makes a low noise, unable to help his reaction despite the strict control he always maintains at the beginning. Or, today, through all of it - he thinks it'll be that way, finding it important to pay even closer attention to her than usual. Not that it's a hardship. He doesn't have to mentally bluescreen to have a good time.

Jim pushes deep into her and rocks his hips, just grinding against her while they fit together as close as possible, finding the right angle to put the most satisfying pressure to work. Uhn. Outstanding. ]

[ sex with jim is always good. it's one of the reasons she keeps coming back for more. (if khlyen were here, if he'd ask, she'd say it's the only reason —but it isn't true, is it? wouldn't be the first time she's tried to lie to khlyen.)

sex with jim is always good, but he grinds against her, small rocking motions of his hips, their bodies pressed close. there's something intimate about it, something that goes beyond the physical nature of what they're doing, and dutch closes her eyes and lets herself hold him close and lose herself in the slow pressure of his hips meeting hers, his cock buried deep inside her, the sense that he's surrounding her, that he's not going anywhere. ]

[ He knows she's been through a lot, and he knows that she represses a lot, too. No one feels things more intensely than people who try to feel nothing, he knows. One of those funny paradoxes of life. It took him a long time to understand that quirk, though fortunately, once he did, he was quickly fond of it.

Jim lets his weight rest on his elbows and knees, tucking his forearms beneath Dutch, around her shoulders and behind her head. Holding her entirely, letting his center of gravity be where they're connected, slowly rocking his hips into her. Just enjoying and luxuriating in it, waiting to find that perfectly-perfect angle before going any faster - or maybe he won't, maybe it'd be nice to keep the pace just like this. ]

Edited 2018-12-03 05:31 (UTC)

[ he holds her and rocks into her —it borders on overwhelming and on too much, less physically so although it feels good, pleasure building, and more emotionally. if she opened her eyes, she thinks she'd find him looking at her, all warmth. she's not sure she could stand it, but she is sure she couldn't stand losing him.

he doesn't think caring is a weakness. (johnny doesn't, either.)

blindly, dutch lifts her head, seeking his lips. ]

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vomits feelings all over you ig

delicious .... vomit. wait

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