Oh no, why? Do I look old? Are there wrinkles? Did the adventuring life age me prematurely? :P
(I LIKE YOUR HAPPY WINKY FACE, I want to use that one! That one is a P but it looks like a tongue, see? It means I'm joking! Aren't these fun?! I'm going to put them in every letter I write from now on!)
Sooooooo anyway how do you feel about outdoor sex? There's a nice little field in the garden, behind some maple trees. It's very cozy.
Oh you're fucking with me. :P Yeah, they're fun, I've seen some that look even more like faces, but I don't remember how to make them. I can do this one, but I ain't got a reason to (-_-)
Yeah? Sounds real nice, I can meet you there. Should I bring a blanket or something?
I don't think I got anything that's just for sippin anyway. But we can go get some milkshakes after if you want to, I ain't been to Staxx in awhile.
[All he had was moonshine, and that wasn't the same thing as like, wine or something that was good to just sip on. But if she wanted he'd be totally fine with getting some post-sex milkshakes and fries]
Anyway, I'll meet you there in a minute. ♥
[And he won't run, but he's not dawdling either, so he'll be at the gardens sooner than not, finding the little field she'd told him about and looking around to see if she was there.]
[Milkshakes sounded absolutely delightful to Keyleth. She used to avoid Staxx, because it was Kira's place and she wasn't overly fond of Kira, but he'd been gone for a while, so it was fine.]
I love it. See you in a bit!
[Keyleth cheats a little, really, tree striding her way easily to the little grove behind the maple trees and getting a blanket spread out, but it doesn't seem like she waits very long before Corbin calls out to her.]
Over here!
[She waves from her spot lounging casually on the ground, hands propped behind her, legs stretched out and legs crossed at the ankles, the hem of her long skirt bunched up a little so that her bare feet and calves are visible.]
[Corbin grins and waves back, heading over almost as if he hadn't come here for the express purpose of meeting Keyleth. He stood next to her blanket for a second, smiling at how pretty she looked in the sunlight.]
Hey, nice day ain't it? Mind if I sit down?
[He really hopes so, or this was going to be a bit awkward. But he also wasn't just going to invite himself onto her blanket, that would be a bit rude.]
[She giggles brightly and draws the material of her skirt closer in to her body to make more room. Was there already ample room? Like yes. But it was a silent way of saying Here, sit close to me!]
[Corbin will take the verbal invitation to sit down and the silent one to sit close, leaning in to give Keyleth a peck on the cheek, leaning back on his arms, with one hand behind Keyleth, making it easy to lean against him if she feels like it.]
[Keyleth is, as the kids like to say, a hugger, so she takes the invitation almost immediately, tipping her head down on Corbin's shoulder and still slightly up to gaze up at the colorful autumnal canopy.]
Mm, if it was I didn't notice. It's such a nice day.
Yeah, it is. Even nicer with you sitting out here.
[How do flirt. He's trying, and he's at least pretty sure that his idea of 'hey you look pretty' gets across? Maybe?]
[He tips his gaze just enough so he doesn't move her but he can look at her and the way the light coming through the autumn leaves makes shadows across her face. She really does look pretty sitting there, he just doesn't have the words to say it and not feel like a hick]
[If it makes you feel any better, Corbin, Keyleth has no idea what a hick even is, much less whether or not you are one. Also! She is absolutely no better at flirting. Possibly she's worse!
Like case in point, she's just gonna tip her head back up, smile, and go in for a kiss. Cause that's way easier than trying to be smooth.]
[Really, it's probably best not to delve too deeply into Corbin's own ideas about his level of intelligence vs. how other people perceive him. Best to just leave it be, since he has other things to think about. Much better things, like how Keyleth tastes like green and smells like the sunlight. And no matter how bad either of them might be at flirting, Keyleth is pretty dang good at kissing.]
[Corbin leans over, the hand that's not planted on the ground sliding around her waist to urge her closer. It is a lot easier than trying to talk.]
[Closer is good! Is in your lap close enough, Corbin? Cause that is Keyleth's destination, since it's way more comfortable that way. Her leg bends and hitches up, fingers balling up the material of her skirt to hike it out of the way and let her start moving to straddle his thighs, with a knee planted on either side. It's an unhurried but steady process, her fingers curling lightly in his hair, both to keep him close for kissing and to help steady herself in the transition. There's plenty of pause in case he wants or needs to stop her, or wants something else.]
[A lap full of Keyleth is just fine, not exactly what he was planning, but they had plenty of time, and he's more than happy to roll with whatever she wants to do]
[As it becomes clear what her destination is he's more than happy to help, making sure she's not sitting on her skirts, sliding them out of the way, and in the process, getting a hand under said skirts so he can touch along her thigh to the curve of her ass. He pulls away from the kiss with a grin once she's settled, his fingers sliding through her hair]
[Have fun, Corbin, cause there is nothing under those skirts but naked Keyleth. She does not believe in underwear, it's oppressive. She wriggles a bit, mostly to get comfortably seated but if she ends up pressing her weight pleasantly against a dick, well, that's a nice bonus.]
Mmm, pretty comfy. Could be better.
[And then, not wanting him to think she was taking a dig at his lap, she leaned back and skimmed her top off over her head.
(Keyleth does not believe in bras, either. They are even more oppressive.)
Casually as you please, she drops the material on the grassy ground next to them, skims her hair over her shoulders and sighs contentedly.]
[And just like that, he has a naked Keyleth in his lap. That lap just got a whole lot less comfy, but since that seems to be the goal here, Corbin is sure she won't mind.]
[Corbin tries to be smooth, tries to have something to say when he needs to. He likes to think he's funny and at least a bit witty. But words fail him when he's suddenly faced with the redhead, naked in his lap with the afternoon sun filtering through the leaves, making her skin glow and setting her hair on fire. He swallows, tries to say something, and fails. So he tries again, licking his lips before he manages to get something coherent out.]
Yes ma'am that's... [Another swallow, his eyes sliding up and then back down] that's a whole lot better.
[He slides his hands up from her ass, her sides and then up to cup her breasts, thumbs sliding over the nipples, testing out how sensitive they might be before he takes them between thumb and forefinger, rolling them gently, increasing the pressure if that's what she seems to like.]
God damn, you're gorgeous...
[His hips are moving too, but not so much, he can't help it, even if he's fully clothed, and the sensation is dulled with the layer of fabric between them, but he can still feel the heat of her, and it still feels good, even if it's just a tease. So he rocks his hips and grinds against her, he wants to be inside of her badly, but he can wait. He's patient. Or at least, he's trying his best to be]
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(I LIKE YOUR HAPPY WINKY FACE, I want to use that one! That one is a P but it looks like a tongue, see? It means I'm joking! Aren't these fun?! I'm going to put them in every letter I write from now on!)
Sooooooo anyway how do you feel about outdoor sex? There's a nice little field in the garden, behind some maple trees. It's very cozy.
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Oh you're fucking with me. :P Yeah, they're fun, I've seen some that look even more like faces, but I don't remember how to make them. I can do this one, but I ain't got a reason to (-_-)
Yeah? Sounds real nice, I can meet you there. Should I bring a blanket or something?
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[She doesn't think she has to explain that one is a heart.]
As it happens I've got one already folded up and ready to go.
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[Even if this is Keyleth's idea, he feels like he needs to do something other than show up.]
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[She's afraid of implying that either of them need a drink to have sex and that would just be rude of her! And not true.]
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[All he had was moonshine, and that wasn't the same thing as like, wine or something that was good to just sip on. But if she wanted he'd be totally fine with getting some post-sex milkshakes and fries]
Anyway, I'll meet you there in a minute. ♥
[And he won't run, but he's not dawdling either, so he'll be at the gardens sooner than not, finding the little field she'd told him about and looking around to see if she was there.]
M-- Keyleth?
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I love it. See you in a bit!
[Keyleth cheats a little, really, tree striding her way easily to the little grove behind the maple trees and getting a blanket spread out, but it doesn't seem like she waits very long before Corbin calls out to her.]
Over here!
[She waves from her spot lounging casually on the ground, hands propped behind her, legs stretched out and legs crossed at the ankles, the hem of her long skirt bunched up a little so that her bare feet and calves are visible.]
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Hey, nice day ain't it? Mind if I sit down?
[He really hopes so, or this was going to be a bit awkward. But he also wasn't just going to invite himself onto her blanket, that would be a bit rude.]
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[She giggles brightly and draws the material of her skirt closer in to her body to make more room. Was there already ample room? Like yes. But it was a silent way of saying Here, sit close to me!]
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Hope you weren't waitin for me too long.
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Mm, if it was I didn't notice. It's such a nice day.
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[How do flirt. He's trying, and he's at least pretty sure that his idea of 'hey you look pretty' gets across? Maybe?]
[He tips his gaze just enough so he doesn't move her but he can look at her and the way the light coming through the autumn leaves makes shadows across her face. She really does look pretty sitting there, he just doesn't have the words to say it and not feel like a hick]
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[If it makes you feel any better, Corbin, Keyleth has no idea what a hick even is, much less whether or not you are one. Also! She is absolutely no better at flirting. Possibly she's worse!
Like case in point, she's just gonna tip her head back up, smile, and go in for a kiss. Cause that's way easier than trying to be smooth.]
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[Corbin leans over, the hand that's not planted on the ground sliding around her waist to urge her closer. It is a lot easier than trying to talk.]
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[As it becomes clear what her destination is he's more than happy to help, making sure she's not sitting on her skirts, sliding them out of the way, and in the process, getting a hand under said skirts so he can touch along her thigh to the curve of her ass. He pulls away from the kiss with a grin once she's settled, his fingers sliding through her hair]
Hi there. Comfy?
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Mmm, pretty comfy. Could be better.
[And then, not wanting him to think she was taking a dig at his lap, she leaned back and skimmed her top off over her head.
(Keyleth does not believe in bras, either. They are even more oppressive.)
Casually as you please, she drops the material on the grassy ground next to them, skims her hair over her shoulders and sighs contentedly.]
See, that's much better.
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[Corbin tries to be smooth, tries to have something to say when he needs to. He likes to think he's funny and at least a bit witty. But words fail him when he's suddenly faced with the redhead, naked in his lap with the afternoon sun filtering through the leaves, making her skin glow and setting her hair on fire. He swallows, tries to say something, and fails. So he tries again, licking his lips before he manages to get something coherent out.]
Yes ma'am that's... [Another swallow, his eyes sliding up and then back down] that's a whole lot better.
[He slides his hands up from her ass, her sides and then up to cup her breasts, thumbs sliding over the nipples, testing out how sensitive they might be before he takes them between thumb and forefinger, rolling them gently, increasing the pressure if that's what she seems to like.]
God damn, you're gorgeous...
[His hips are moving too, but not so much, he can't help it, even if he's fully clothed, and the sensation is dulled with the layer of fabric between them, but he can still feel the heat of her, and it still feels good, even if it's just a tease. So he rocks his hips and grinds against her, he wants to be inside of her badly, but he can wait. He's patient. Or at least, he's trying his best to be]