Remnants of the Earth
AEDOLIS => Haviah => Topic started by: Draconian on July 19, 2017, 12:53:05 am
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After all was said and done, if someone had told Serenity she would have a totally platonic relationship with a man she would have laughed at them. It had never seemed like a possibility. It just couldn't be done. Serenity usually chose to just not have friends. Though, it had been years now and the pair of them had been working together just fine. Had become friends, even. Serenity stretched her arms up before she folded her current tool back into a feather. Clicking it into Mercury's mane.
Serenity stretched her arms up and ruffled her opal hair, back arched, hand moving to cover her mouth after she yawned. Now it was time for torture. As a succubus - or at least to some degree she was one. One enough for it to suck - Serenity had one setting and it was on. Working with her hands on things helped keep her distracted and because of that she was one of the best mechanics - of course with the help of Mercury - more work was easy to come by.
It was unfortunate though, that she'd promised Hugh - her assistant of sorts - that she was up for beer and folded pizzas. While Serenity fixed the parts, sometimes she needed parts and that's where Hugh came in. They were a perfect team. They got along. Their skills complimented one another and if need be and they were running late, she was small enough and he was strong enough to toss her over his shoulder like a sack of ground wheat. Luckily that didn't happen often.
"Are you done?" The soft purr of Mercury was felt in her chest and Serenity shivered at it before she looked to the dragon, a beautiful girl, Serenity gave a nod and reached her hand to touch the side of her cheek. A moment for the dragon to lean in before Serenity smiled, "Gonna go grab Hugh and then we're gonna have dinner and beer."
"Eugh. Beer. Smells awful,"
"You like snacking on rodents, Merc."
"It's in my blood. Have a good evening."
Serenity nodded before she unzipped the overalls. While most Pilots got to wear cool uniforms and looked posh, Serenity had sweat beaded on her and forehead and the overalls were baggy. A glance down to make sure she was showing just enough cleavage that it was still decent and looked accidental. Hugh wasn't into it, but she liked the little zing when she caught him looking - Who didn't look at boobs?
"Hugh?" Her boots were loud while she walked and she fanned herself, finding this part far warmer than her own. It was a decent walk, well ventilated and made for his job. It was unfortunate that if she tried anything with him he'd probably die. That and she was sure he liked men. It had never been a thing they talked about. It had never factored into their friendship.
Still, it was always frustrating on a number of levels for her. Why couldn't she have gotten an old unattractive coworker? One who didn't seemingly enjoy her company? "Huuughie!" Her voice echoed and she shuffled along, the zipper falling down past her navel. Dressed in little more than a tank top and short shorts under her overalls, most of her Not Working outfits left little to the imagination.
"Shower, beer and pizza!" She hollared, figured that if she yelled at him on her way, he'd be ready to go by the time he got there, which meant she had less time alone and less time to think which would mean not squirreling away for a moment or two to collect herself. "I'm gonna shower by myself if you don't hurry!" The words slipped out and she rolled her eyes at herself, "Buy the beer and drink it. By myself. I mean. C'mon, man, I'm hungry! Sandwiches were hours ago!"
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The day had been way too long. Waaaay too long. And if Hugh had gotten any more sweat down his ass crack, he'd no doubt be rashing it all the way back to the eyrie on Balthasar's back. His dragon made a point of properly cleaning up afterward, and much appreciated the extra attention Hugh put into wiping down his scales and saddle once they got into their workshop, Hugh slid down and did just that. Besides, if Hugh had to get dirty, so did Balthasar, but it never hurt to have small clean ups in between.
"You going to hang out with Serenity, after?"
"Yeh!" Hugh snorted, zipping off his coveralls and securing the knot around his waist. He still wore a t-shirt underneath. Or would have been wearing it if it had been sticking to his torso. It was like a second skin and his back was all itchy from having been covered up most of the day. And sorely then was he reminded of ass rash. "We're getting calzones, and beeer! It's gon' be hella fun! You should have some fun with Mercury! I hear she likes you."
Hugh winked at Balthasar although all the dragon could do was snort and scittered away to do do whatever the hell it was that he did when Hugh wasn't around. The work day was finally over. about damn time too. If he had to weld another piece together without taking off that fucking shirt, he was going to burn his own hands off!
But at least for now the shirt was off and he could go change into something proper that was worth going out in. "I hear ya!" he hollered amidst slipping into a clean pair of jeans and a new tank and button up. "I'm a'comin, Siren. Sing me your sweet song!" He was humming something he'd heard playing on the randomizer on his phone and stuffed his feet back into his dirty work boots. Those weren't too atrocious. And could be easily wiped down.
He came out of his side of the eyrie and pulled wrapped his earbuds aroundh is neck. "Hey hey! Siren. Dance with me baby!" he hummed, gyrating his hips and dropping down into a squat so that he could exaggerate just how much his ass was shaking. He had a lot of it, back there, even if it was mostly muscle. It was just the way the cookie crumbled!
"All right, so you don't have to dance. Let's go! Slow poke gets the choke. Or however that saying goes. I don't know what I'm saying. I'm delirious from hunger!"
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Eugh.
If he wasn't so good at his job and a good pillow to rest on Serenity was sure she would have been done with him ages ago. The reaction he usually got out of her was the one being given to him now. Distinct disinterest with a hefty serving of eye rolling. Of course, that didn't really matter. It was appearances. While of course she rolled her eyes, his ass was one of her favorite parts to stare at while they were walking and Hugh was usually staring in whatever fantasies she'd had.
It was just that though. Fantasies.
So, it was her hands on her hips and her expression sour when Hugh finally stopped shaking his butt at her. "Slow poke gets the choke," She repeated, looking down at herself, still dressed in coveralls, "I wish." She mumbled before looking away and pushing a hand through her short hair. A booted foot reached out to kick his and she rolled her shoulders. "You're just going to change? Or is that to just go home with? I forgot a second set of clothes, so I was going to head to my apartment and shower and change. Wanna come with? You can just shower with me. Uh. After me." Serenity frowned and glanced away before she rolled her shoulders again and stretched her arms up, back arching before she yawned. Clearly more ready for a nap than beer and food.
"How about," She started, "We go get beer and food and then camp on the couch to a few movies," Her tone was hopeful, and she fluttered her eyes at him while they meandered to the way to head home. It wouldn't be long, but, long enough of a trip for her to start getting itchy. "Emergency only day tomorrow, so passing out on the couch is totally an option!" Serenity nudged him, trying to convince Hugh. Emergency only was like a day off, usually they got called but sometimes they didn't. And it was great.
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It wouldn't be the first time that Serenity griped about Hugh's dance moves. But if he was lucky he'd have all day to bug her tomorrow and then some. Annoying her in small doses was always more fun, and they got along well enough! So far she hadn't thrown him out off an eyrie ledge so over all Hugh considered that a good thing.
The girl had it poppin'. She knew that, and he knew that, so he only wanted to encourage her to shake what her mother gave her. That was never a topic of conversation between them. But Hugh had been told his ass was worth a thousand words. Sure a picture could last longer, but nothing beat the real thing.
"Ok, Siren. You twisted my arm enough," he sighed, sticking his tongue out at her. It was followed by a snort and once they were outside, Hugh slung his arm inside of hers, hooking them elbow to elbow. "I don't have any other plans, so that actually sounds really good! Who knew working 16 hour days could make me so damn tired!? Rhetorical question."
Hugh smiled and as they made their way to the lower levels, taking the elevator down, he leaned back against the railing. "So I'll pick us a couple of Remingtons, aaaand what kinda food? Shall we get...calzones? Or just regular pizza?" He looked her over, and nudged his boot against her leg.
"You always had that birthmark back there?"
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Siren. Always Siren.
Never something plain like 'Hey You' or her name. It was always Siren. She didn't even sing! Where did Siren even come from? Serenity closed her eyes for a moment before she finally looked at him and snapped her teeth at him when he stuck his tongue out at her. Rude. Then they were elbow to elbow and he was doing that noise making thing with his mouth and she felt her cheek slowly move to rest against his bicep. An unconscious move, craving the contact.
Then they were in the elevator and he was leaning and she just watched him. Hated how he made her insides tingle. Then again, it wasn't a unique reaction. To anyone. She just spent the most time around Hugh. Therefore he got the most tingles. As per usual, when there wasn't any talking she stared off into space and day dreamed, the flush on her cheeks was telling and she pressed her back to the wall, eyes falling closed before she bit her lip and -- "What?" She chirped, standing up right and blinking at her companion.
While her brain processed the words he said, she just smirked at him and glanced away so he didn't see her roll her eyes. "Calzones," She said because she knew that was the answer he wanted, then looked at her leg. The simple touch of his boot against her leg sent another flush across her torso and she sucked in a breath, trying to recall. "Yeah. That's why it's called a birth mark," She cleared her throat - because she sure as heck didn't know if it's been there forever - and moved crossed her arms over her torso, smoothing her breasts against her forearms. "So, I shower.... And you get food. You know the code to my door, so just let yourself in, okay? Okay."
Maybe that'd give her enough time to calm down. Though, she reached for his hand, "Wait. What are we doing again?" She held his hand gently, a quiet unintrusive way to get some skin to skin contact which - oddly enough - the chaste contact calmed her down some. "OKay, so I'm going to shower and you're going to shower and then you're getting food, coming to my apartment and we're gonna binge on folded pizza and beer until we pass out. That's the plan, right?" Serenity just frowned at the wall while she was thinking and unconsciously thread her fingers through his so their palms touched.
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Hugh never said it aloud. Not recently anyway, but he liked that they could be comfortable like this, just hanging out and doing their own thing. And why not? Just because he worked with her for sixteen hour days - as exhausting as that was and there seemed to be no fucking end to it - didn't mean he didn't like winding down with her just the same. He liked Serenity, and she looked like she needed some down time.
So why not?
Hugh snorted at her response. Sure, that was the general response to calzones. And in truth maybe he didn't need to be eating so many of them. That was for sure, since they all seemed to go straight to his ass. Hugh grumbled something else and he instead refocused on her.
He gave her a hooded look, tilting his head to pout. He was good at that, the pouting thing and even as she reached for his head, Hugh took the opportunity to lean his head against hers, walking as slowly and as awkwardly as possible.
"Okay sounds like a plan. I like this plan. The best plan," he murmured, squishing his hand to hers. In an abrupt movement, Hugh slipped his fingers from hers and tucked her head into the crook of his armpit, smothering her in the warm stink that came with being covered up and working with fiery things all day. And he just smooched her brow, laid a big wet one there and cackled, releasing her as quick as it happened.
"All right, sweetie pie. I'll meet you in about an hour then yes? Go go go! Shower! I want you squeaky clean when we go and watch terrible movies together! I'll just shower when I get back to your place," he cackled and they soon parted to do just that. Already the day was getting better and better.
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The noise that Hugh was very familiar with.
The one Serenity made when she was equal parts disgusted, entertained and resisted the urge to punch him in the dick. "Eugh!" She grunted, pushing away from him with little luck, moving her hand to wipe off her face and just staring at him in mind horror. The kiss tingled and she hated that, reminded her of everything she needed to resist. Still, she kicked his butt lightly after he spoke.
"You better, God, you stink!" She called after him before she made a face and wiped at her head again. Gross. Maybe he saw that glazed look in her eye and needed to remind her that he was off limits. He was. Serenity shook her head and patted at her cheeks to clear her head so she didn't resort to walking funny to her apartment. It wasn't a long journey and once the door was closed she peeled the coveralls off and left them at the front of her apartment and, along the way to the bathroom was a trail of sweaty clothing.
It was a slightly lukewarm mostly cold shower and Serenity stood in it for a long while before she gave in. It was almost clinical how she touched herself in the water, a means to an end and it extended her shower by at least fifteen minutes. Still, it did the trick and she left the shower refreshed, clear headed and a little more relaxed. Hm. She took a towel and patted herself off before she frowned down at her panties. She followed the trail to her socks. Then her shorts, bra, shirt, coveralls.
And then she put them in a neat pile on the floor behind her couch and went through her pile of clean laundry for a large shirt that stopped right above her knees. She'd stolen it from Hugh many moons ago. Wearing only that - because nudity made people uncomfortable - she flopped back onto her touch, arms above her head and at least made some semblance of pretending to care if she was covered up for her guest. Who had probably seen her naked more times than was usual for coworkers.
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It wouldn't be that long. Hugh was a fast shopper. He never did like lingering for more than a few minutes to get something that didn't require any sort of real consideration. He already knew where to get the best damn calzones this side of Haviah. And the beer was only a shorter trip away. But so worth it. Peachy-Keene Peach Ale was delicious, light, and came in a gorgeous pink. A lot like Siren's hair.
Hugh made his purchase and was on his way soon enough. Now if he was here with Serenity, the speed in which he would have gotten everything would have greatly declined. It was always so much more fun watching all the faces she made and flustered come backs from all the things he pointed out look liked dicks. Which was a lot.
It was Haviah after all.
He chipped his way through her door, didn't even bother knocking and set the bag of food on the table and immediately stored the beer in the fridge. "Okay so I picked up Crocnado, and A-Crocalypse. And the greatest love story of all Hamsterdam! It'll be great!" he chattered on excitedly, and paused when he saw her reclined so casually on that sofa.
"You still have that shirt!?" he snorted. "Well, it looks so much better on you anyway. Get the movie ready, I'll hop in the shower real quick and we'll get settled, okay!?" He gave her duck-lips, prying himself out of his shirt and throwing that one in her laundry pile too. Because that shower wasn't going to start itself.
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The shower activities had helped.
Sort of.
Serenity plucked at the shirt when he commented on it, before she just stared at him. Why did he have to be so... Him? Serenity sat up, frowning at the little stand in the corner with the current flavour of self exploration. Which hadn't helped with any of her urges and were a big of a bust as all the others.
A sigh and she fixed the shirt to accidentally on purpose show off more of her thighs while she grabbed the movies and flippped them over to read the synopsis. "Eugh," she grumbled, looking to her washroom in distaste. Why would he get these. They all sounded awful. And punny.
"I hate puns," she grumbled before she pulled paper napkin to the coffee table, relocating the food as well. By the time she'd fixed everything she had the movie ready to go -Crocnado- and she pulled the shirt down to cover her backside. "Huuuugh," she started, head tipped back and eyes closed, "Wash faster or I'mma eat your dinner!"
It was always strange. How much she craved attention. Serenity wasnt sure if it was him exclusively she felt like she needed it from, but it was someone and Serenity tucked her arms behind her head and relaxed a bit before frowning at the device to control the TV. It wasnt much effort to.hit the forggoten thing so the movie started.
Awful movie. Serenity may have to.trouble keepong her hands to herself. "Huuuugh, dont make me go in there and get you!'
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It was his peach shirt. Hugh loved that peach shirt! He'd been wondering where it'd gone for the longest time until he saw Serenity wearing it in much the same way years before. Since it was Serenity and not anyone else, he didn't bother making a fuss over it.
What he might very well make a fuss over, though was the fact that as he was finishing up that amazing shower, there wasn't a single goddamn towel in the bathroom. And he wasn't about to put his smelly clothes back on.
"Serenity!" He called out. "Where are there towels? Siren! You didn't leave anything in here." Hugh scraped water off him, shaking his head and stuck his head out the door. "I am going to march out there naked if you don't give me a towel!"
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Serenity hugged the shirt to her torso before she peeked up over the couch. Listening to Hugh's yapping. towels? Serenity looked to the pile of clean laundry after leaning over her couch and instead of grabbing one and going to him to pass it over, she climbed over the couch and walked to the bathroom, tilting her head at his own poking from the bathroom.
"Oh no," she said, faux worry in her voice before she sighed and peeled off the oversized shirt and handing it over, "I warmed it up for you." Serenity tossed the shirt at his face before she returned to the living room naked to find a second bit of clothing for her guest. Well, her unofficial roommate. Serenity, still naked as a jay bird, returned with both a towel and a pair of shorts. "No underwear, sorry," She quipped before she tossed those at the bathroom too.
Now.
Something new for her to wear.
A wrinkle of her nose and into the pile again. Plain panties and a shirt that covered most of her but not all of her. Covered her tits. Perfect. There was a blanket balled up in the corner of the love seat if she got cold. Fixing her shirt - a band t-shirt for a band she didn't listen to - and ran her fingers through her hair. "Your folded pizza is getting cold," she said, moving to stand by the table and looking at the fridge. So was the drink though.
So, Serenity was without Hugh's over sized shirt, but now she was in a tight fitting t and panties. At least now she was wearing those. "Huuuughey," Serenity whined, hand flat on the table, "Hurry up, I'm hungry." Hungry for many things, but only one hunger was ever going to be satiated. She poked at the table and frowned at the vid on the screen. Crocnado. Eugh.
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Now if he was in his own apartment, standing there dripping wet, this wouldn't be much of a problem. And in real logistical terms, it wasn't. Hugh often was standing in Serenity's bathroom, sopping wet and honestly, this wasn't the first time he was hollering down the hall for a towel so that he could dry his ass.
Except this time she was taking her awfully sweet time about it, and as much as he admired watching her walk down the hallway, hiding somewhat behind the door while she took off that peach t-shirt, he really was just cold, tired, and hungry.
"Well, it's about time," he said, sticking his tongue out at her, and watching her leave. He could admire the backside of anyone. Siren's though, always seemed a little more rounder than he was used to. Oh yesss, he could admire that peach all day. Butts were butts!, round things that everyone had and far be it from him to judge one butt between another.
He got rid of his own ass rash, so his own butt could rightfully be admired. Once she was gone, he toweled off and slipped into those shorts. Too bad there was no underwear. He probably had some in his bag, that he only now remembered that he had. Oh well, too late to put them on. That was in the living room. And he was far too lazy to care.
Sometimes it was better go free-willy it, as it were. Not to mention the fact that there were more important things to worry about! Like calzones!
"I'll be right there!" he cackled, slipping that peach shirt back on and practically launched himself out into the hallway, shifting around toward the table, snatching the beer rack from the fridge, the hot calzones and before she could prepare herself, he ducked down and wrapped his beer-holding arm around her hips and lifted her off the ground in a fireman's hold.
"Okay! Hunger averted! Initiating beer and pizza sandwich emergency medicine now," Hugh hissed, plopping down on the couch and 'gently' setting her down.
He popped open a beer an handed her one, then one for himself, grabbed the remote and clicked the tv on, pressing play. Grinning ear to ear, he clanked his beer to hers. "Okay! Cheers. To EMERGENCY DAY!" Hugh winked at her and opened the bag to open up the cooling calzones. They were still mostly warm, ready to be salvaged.
"I got yours just the way you like it. And me, i could eat the greasy bag and be happy."
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The one thing that Serenity wasn't expecting, it was a shoulder into her abdomen and then being hefted up like a sack of potatoes. "Hugh!" She gasped out, hands moving to his lower back to prop herself up against him. Serenity hated how the fresh zing tingled across her flesh, goosebumps rising along her arms and making her very aware of everything between her knees and her ears. Just as quickly though, she was on the couch, having been flopped down with a grunt.
A glower at her house guest and she sat up, moving a hand to fluff her lavender hair. Fingers grazed her small dark horns like she was making sure those were still there. When he offered her the beer, she took it gratefully and guzzled back at least half of it before putting it down and sighing. If alcohol was good for one thing, it was making everything mellow out. "To emergency day," She said softly a time after they'd clanked their drinks together.
Serenity looked at the ceiling for a moment, finding the idea of watching Crocnado a few steps away from terrible. It was with Hugh though, which meant that at the very least she'd have a giant human pillow to keep herself occupied with. Again, he spoke and she looked at the calzones.
"Did you?" She said, rising up on her knees on the couch to reach over him for her part of dinner, smooshing her breasts to his arm. Despite the fact she knew he preferred the bigger rougher types - or at least that's what she always caught him eyeing up because she eyed them too - Serenity never really stopped trying to seduce. It was natural. She didn't think twice about pressing herself against someone. The concept of personal space didn't really exist in her head.
Which it should. It was dangerous when she didn't keep her distance.
Luckily for the population though, Serenity only hung out with Hugh. If it wasn't Hugh, it wasn't anyone.
"So? Mine is? Thick and meaty? Won't be able to fit into my mouth it's so fat with cheese," Though the way she pronounced cheese sounded suspiciously like something else. Serenity grabbed a few napkins, wish she had a knife and a fork and shimmied off the couch to put her legs under the coffee table. It was up to her chin but she didn't want hot anything on her tits.
"So what's this movie about? And if you say Crocodiles and tornadoes I will pinch your thigh. Your inner thigh. Right by your bits."
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To anyone that wasn't Hugh, those little touches might have given them the wrong message. Or given them the perfectly right message. This was Aedolis after all and to anyone that more or less melted into the hedonistic haze. Hugh wasn't one to complain. He had his share of flings, and that in no way shadowed his time with Serenity. He liked her closeness, and the way she felt against him. It wasn't that uncommon to find the pair of them to wake up after a night just like this, slumped on the couch, a cramp in his neck and numbness in his ass.
Opening up the back, Hugh shifted forward and ripped it so that all the calzones rolled out onto the paper and it would serve as an emergency plate. She was going to sit on the ground. All right then, why not? Hugh gave her hers and slid his own closer to hm. Well, he wasn't just going to have her sit below all by her lonesome now was he.
He shifted around and crossed his legs like a child underneath the coffee table, scooting his beer around so that he could see the tv in front of them. The opening credits were already starting with just the push of a button and he unrolled his calzone. "Oh yes, honey, I know just how you like it," he mumbled. "No different than me. But maybe just a little less cheese for me!
"Not to fear, Siren. You can still get at that deliciousness even if it doesn't fit. That's what your tongue's for. Just flick your tongue at the tip to get the drippings! And then just kind of angle it before you take your fist bite. Gentle at first, or the whole thing will just unravel." Hugh was having a hard time holding it together, snorting as he took a long swig of his beer. The taste washed away the initial grease on his tongue and he demonstrated exactly what he was talking about on his own calzone.
"This movie is..." Hmm, well, when she put it that way, how could he not be tempted to see her threat through? His inner thigh was still sore where her nails bit into skin. Hugh had no fear though, not when most of the hair on his arms were burned away anyway.
"Well, its about tornadoes. And crocodiles. In that order!" he said, sticking his tongue out at her. "So there. You were wrong. Now just enjoy it! It's starting now."
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"I'm not sure if you're talking about calzone's or cock anymore," She said simply, glancing at him while he sat, smirking into his drink and eating his food. A quick study, Serenity watched how he consumed it, tweaked an eyebrow up and gently rolled her eyes to the side. Then, she copied how he ate, though her bites were smaller and she took more breaks between bites to lick tomato sauce and grease off of her fingers.
A pleased close of her eyes and a content little sigh before she cracked them open to check out the... Vid. The awful vid. Gods. "This is the kind of movie you get as an excuse to say 'hey, wanna watch a movie' but the intent was to fuck on the couch," She complained finishing her calzone before she knocked back the rest of her beer, both ravenously hungry and thirsty. Serenity finished her calzone, popping her fingers into her mouth one by one before she leaned back against the couch at her back and glancing at Hugh.
Serenity didn't actually pinch his thigh. Instead she snapped her teeth at him when he stuck his tongue out at her, "You do that again and I'll bite it," She grumbled, looking at him before she stretched her arms up and arched her back, eyes falling closed. Standing up, she shuffled over him, bumping his head with her hip and legs while she crawled over the couch cushions and to the fridge.
There was no shame on her. It wasn't a shade Serenity wore and she was comfortable now and with her guest so she didn't bother fixing any of her clothing or cared how the shirt had ridden up her torso to just beneath her breasts. Grabbing another beer from the fridge, she popped it open and grabbed a second one for Hugh. A few guzzles and she meandered her way back, though instead of getting on the floor she sprawled out on the couch, on her side with enough space behind her for a certain tall welder guy.
"Where did the tornado's get the crocodiles from," She finally sighed, taking another few swigs from her drink, enjoying the very gentle buzz over her skin that countered the other one, "Is that a real thing? Can this really happen? No, right? 'Cause those would be mutant crocodiles. Probably have four fuckin' sets of teeth and an extending jaw." Serenity sighed and nudged Hugh with her leg, "Come cuddle me, my butt's cold."
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She didn't have to pinch his thigh to pinch his thigh. Hugh knew Serenity really wanted to. So why bother not doing it. He might have even enjoyed it. But alas it wasn't meant to be. Hugh ate the rest of his calzone, only really vaguely paying attention to the movie. He was tired and the food was far more distracting. The beer too because Serenity's apartment, for some reason, was always just a tad too warm. Why did she give him this shirt?
It was all damp still and was sticking to him, and bleugh. He'd been sweating in coveralls for hours. He didn't need anything else clinging to him. He suppose it was the thought that counted after all. She got up to leave and his eyes flicked to her. Nothing wrong with getting an eyeful of booty. Especially one as round as that one.
"You threaten me, but...you never show anything for it," he quipped and stuck his tongue out again at her while she went to get more beer. He watched her from the corner of his eye. Poor girl. Maybe she needed some cooling off too. Peach ale was usually good for that; not to mention being his all time favorite beer.
Her boobs were practically popping out of her shirt. Good idea. Hugh shimmied out of the peach t-shirt that he knew she liked. Smelled like her. She must have worn it a lot. He slung it over the couch back when she returned and adjusted himself in those loose shorts. The movie was an afterthought because he was almost giddy with what was his usual preferred method with winding down.
"Mutant crocodiles that I bet are really awful at spooning," he snorted. Hugh knew his cue and shifted around to crawl over Serenity. It wasn't a bad view. She had nice boobs for pillowing, and he just liked having a body close to him. This time she could lay on his boobs though. Hugh shifted so that he could tuck an arm underneath her head and press her back to his front, tucking a pillow underneath his head with his spare arm.
Idly his hand adjusted the cloth of her tank top, pulling it down respectfully and laying his chin against her temple.
"So if this really happened. In a survival situation. For science, who would you take with you in your team of survivors? To battle the tornado of crocs?" he asked idly.
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Good.
Serenity snuggled right into Hugh after he curled in behind her, taking a deep breath and enjoying the warmth. The movie was a far away thought and she let him man handle her head so that he was comfy too. A delighted purr when he had his hand on her side, though it trailed off when he just tugged her tank top down. To keep her decent. Because they totally weren't just naked together. He was even topless right now.
Carefully she curled her arm over his and snuggled back in under his chin, careful of her little horns so she didn't poke him. His question went into one ear and out the other while she tried to catch it, shifting her hips back and forth under the guise of getting comfy. Her hand smoothed up and down his from wrist to elbow while she though, throwing a leg back over his on the couch.
"Who would I take?" Serenity closed her eyes and hummed, palming her breast in a sort of sleepy trance before resuming the stroking of Hugh's arm. "I'd take you," she gave his arm a gentle pinch before she moved to twine their fingers together and pressed his palm to her abdomen before she moved it up and down her side, from tit to thigh, "Balthasar and Mercury," She licked her hips and opened her eyes, pupils wide before she closed them and wriggled her hips again.
Untangling her fingers from his, she moved her hand behind her, stroking at his chest before she reached down and pushed her hand down the front of his shorts nails biting his flesh. Serenity's pulse throbbed and she had her breast it one hand and the other down Hugh's shorts before she turned around so they were chest to chest, her fingers trailed along his torso and she leaned forward to bite at his chest. Usually, Serenity wasn't so bad. Usually. "Hugh," She panted, kissing his collar bone and grinding herself against his hip, her voice a soft whine.
"I'm so hungry," she panted, teeth at his neck before she propped herself up on one arm and tried to bear down on him, like she was some big impressive beast of a creature. Mostly she looked flushed, horny and very out of it, eyes almost completely black with how dilated her pupils were. Again, Serenity licked her lips and dove in for a life sapping kiss.
-
They were supposed to be watching a movie. Having calzones - pizza sandwiches - and beer - some goddamn good peach ale - and listening to awful screaming as people were sweat away with tsunami-sized tidal waves and tornadoes filled with man-eating crocodiles. The movie was terrible, but Hugh really just got it for background noise and to occasionally cackle at the way somebody was flung away by the storm.
He settled in so comfortably behind Serenity, he didn't even think about what she was doing...Until she was doing it. "Huh? Oh..." And his breath inhaled sharply because ho'damn. There it was. The thing. She was doing it. Again. And this time actually managed to grasp his junk.
Hugh naturally whimpered at the contact, gasping and the tingling that coiled up his pelvis and into his belly made warmth swell there, linger, and grow. Something else pulled at him, that wasn't him. That wasn't apart of what was supposed to happen when hands wrapped around his cock.
"Serenity," he whined, twisting so that he was lying beneath her, as she pressed down on him and kissed him. The hardness of his cock made a tent in those shorts, and he responded weakly to that kiss. Any ounce of willpower completely sapped from him. Hugh whined again. "Siren...the beer'll get w-warm."
His heart was beating horrifically fast, but the adrenaline rush that normally came with tumbles like this. Hugh reached up, freeing his hands enough to press against her shoulders, to keep her lips momentarily at bay. One hand slid down to touch at her breast, rolling over the point of her nipple, squeezing it. Women seemed to like that, but nipple play was almost universally appreciated.
"How about just a quick fix, huh? Need a taste?" he panted, fighting off the half-conscious delirium her condition siphoned from people in positions quite like his own. Hugh wasn't completely human himself, and the warmth on his blood only intensified the sensations, and tent seemed to be pitched all that much higher.
-
The world didn't really exist anymore. All she saw was warmth and energy before her, wrapped up in a man shape cover. Serenty moaned low and pressed his hand fully to her breast while she ground down on his thigh, rubbing her own thigh against him. With one hand holding his shoulder she tugged up her tank until her tits were free and near soaked through her panties.
With him holding her back she couldn't kiss him. Any of that bright shiny fog was unavailable until she could get her mouth on it. Guiding his hand around her barebreast, she left his hand to that and slipped her own firmly down the front of his shorts.
A pleased hum and she pressed herself harder against his thigh, hips rocking in a steady needy motion. Cheeks flushed, lips parted. Serenity closed her eyes and took in a ragged breath. The movie played cheerfully away, the blood curdling scream of a man getting bitten in half by a airbourne croc.
"Quick fix," she whispered, voice thick and heavy. Serenity wasn't usually frisky. Wasn't usually so underworked and not hungry. Didn't usually go full blooded. Had once when she'd been alone, ripped a pillow in half. "Hugh," another needy whimper, hand wrapped around his cock and working it. She needed it. Anything. The little touches helped, could feel the tingle of the contact.
Without intimacy though, it was little sips when the whole buffet was waiting and she was starved and parched. Serenity squeezed her eyes shut and tried for anything she could grab from her companion. Her poor poor companion.
-
Hugh couldn't have been more at her mercy, finding himself literally stuck between a mushy and a hot place. Her hot place, the heat he found himself drawn to because of that itch in his blood. The one that made fire his element and welding his ultimate calling in life. All he ever wanted was to be a Pilot, serve a purpose, be where people needed him the most.
And right now the person that needed him was Serenity. He panted, hissing and mewling at the contact. Damn her, damn those soft hands. Hugh's eyes shot open and he instead tried to pry her hands out from his shorts, whining in half-delirious ecstasy. "Don't. I'll come. That'll be a mess," he panted, and coaxed her hands, pinning them against his chest.
"You just need to relax my friend," he tried to focus, the drain seeping into his bones, into his joints, into the aching need she ground down on him. Hugh twisted them around on the couch, pinning her and and feeling that heady buzz dig deeper into his skull.
"Just hold still. Quick fix. Won't even know I'm here," he murmured and carefully removed the panties that seemed to be far too stuck to her. Knowing he was there, he supposed, was completely the point and Hugh didn't bother thinking of it. It was a problem that needed solving. She had an itch that needed scratching. She was his friend, and if she found herself a mile shirt, he'd make that extra effort for her.
Hugh licked quietly, tasting at the wetness between her legs, slowly and steadily. The delirium was setting in, and his head was throbbing. Not to mention the other head was throbbing just as much, and the need for relief became only secondary.
Quick fix. Small touches, the little ones that counted the most.
-
Quick fix.
Serenity gave a whine of need after she was moved onto her back. The buffet was moving way and she wanted to feel he warmth of it against her. "But I want you to," she whined out, watching her panties go somewhere in a daze. A delayed reaction to his earlier protest to get her hands off his dick.
If he did though, Serenity knew - at the back of her head - that he could die. The first lap was a startle and she gave a needy breathy gasp against it. Her hand moved to his head to fist into his hair and she palmed her breast, chilled by the room. "Hughey," she whined again giving encouraging rolls of her hips. He was relentless, clear on a goal and he pushed and nudged her to the quick fix.
The crest was quick strong and her voice broke with her cry of release. Serenity wasn't sure how long she was in a dazed state, legs spread open by wide shoulders. Finally though, even while the pulse of pleasure continued and the death grip in his hair turned into a loving gentle pet. "Hughey?" Her voice was hoarse and she leaned up, frowning at her lack of panties and her tits hanging out.
The fuck happened. Serenity tugged her tanktop down and caught her breath, "Hugh I'm so sorry. I dont know what happened. Why did you do that?" It didnt seem too odd that she was trying to have a converstion with a man who still had his face between her legs.
-
His hard cock was momentary compared to this. That could always be dealt with later, but a hungry Siren could be uncomfortable for everyone involved. Hugh would rather see to her needs than his own at this particular moment. There was always the shower and just when he felt like he was going to pass out, she did her bit and screamed.
Quick fix. Worked like a charm. Hugh had plenty of practice giving head or eating a lady calzone. The basic principles were more or less the same and even as it left him panting against her. His head was pounding something mad, dizzied, and he was pretty sure he was seeing double. She had her fix...
Hugh took a long drag along the inside of her thigh, swiping his tongue on her sex until she was properly cleaned and crawling over her, his face extremely flushed and his eyes glassy.
"Okay. My turn," he panted. Tucking an arm underneath her head, Hugh adjusted himself on the sofa, laying along the length of it and gently pushing her shoulders down, one leg propped up, the other half slung off the couch and the ache in his groin still throbbing... "Quick fix, Siren."
-
A simple tremble moved through her and she whimpered again, back arching and fingers digging into his arms while he... Finished up. Serenity was flushed, sweat beaded on her neck and face, lips parted, breath short. Breasts rising and falling, still dazed and while the edge was gone she was needy and parched and starved and the buffet was still there but...
Her mind was clearer and she looked up at her friend. Her best friend. Her only friend. "Hugh," she whimpered, tears in her eyes. Her hands cupped his face and she stroked her thumbs under his eyes and felt awful. She kissed his forehead and his cheek and smoothed her hand from his face to hold his neck before she reached down between them and grasped his cock.
"Quick fix," She whispered before she brought her hand back to her mouth to lick her hand and return it to him, "Anything you need, Baby," She kissed his cheek again, feeling her pulse still in her throat, "Just tell me what you need."
-
Hugh's senses were slowly coming back to him and the world in that tiny apartment stilled. The movie kept playing and right now it was thoroughly ignored because his hard-on throbbed something awful and he needed relief. This kind of thing wasn't the norm for either of them. Hugh lifted his head to look at her, eyes heavy and half-lidded.
"I need sweet relief, Siren," he panted at her small kisses, her touches and his cock twitched at the feel of her hand. He wanted her mouth on him and he wasn't sure how he ought to put it into words. "A quick blow? Maybe? Yeah? I like that fix. A lot," he whined, curling his toes at the stroking.
"But you don't have to, I just need need something," he closed his eyes and reached up to play at the little points of her horns. They were so odd and pushed up at the short pink hair. It was absolutely adorable. It wasn't a peach but it was still a nice color and he busied himself with tangling his fingers in anything he could grip.
-
The slight moment to find entertainment at the situation though it quickly sobered her when she really listened to his voice. Serenity moved her hand away from him before she forced him onto his back, slipping off the couch to kneel beside it. A kiss on his cheek, a nibble at his neck.
Serenity trailed kisses down to his hips where it turned into a bite and finally she kicked the tip of his cock before swiping it with her tongue. Serenity was no expert but she knew Hugh and her hand worked at what she couldnt comfortably fit in her mouth. Between swipes of her tongue and to catch her breath she nibbles and kissed his thighs and hips.
This was her fault. "Come for me, Baby," she said in a husky voice before she put her less wholesome bloodline to use with her mouth. Once this was done, maybe she'd find her panties and they could go to sleep. Buy him a big breakfast as apology. Serenity didn't close her eyes, because the only thing she didn't regret from all of this was being able to watch the pleasure on his face.
-
Hugh closed his eyes to the small touches of affection. He never minded them when they came from Serenity. He loved them in fact, and relished in those touches. They made his spine tingle, and he wasn't sure if it was because she was such a thirsty girl, or if it was just a natural response to such things, or if they were because of Serenity herself.
He didn't overthink it since he just wanted to lean back and enjoy. Hugh tangled his fingers into her hair, moaning softly until his chest started to heave. "I think that's the plan," he whined. Hugh's hips lurched upward, trying to get deeper, foster that contact with every swallow she made. His whole body jerked, shuddering as he rose to that climax.
It wasn't always this intense. "I'm gonna....Siren," he whimpered. "Six! SIiiiiiiiix!" A safe word that seemed rather irrelevant in a moment like this because he came hard, whole body curled upward and his hands gripping at the base of her head.
He panted, throwing his head backwards against the couch, panting. "Gods.... I'm...sorry." Panting words that were rather delayed on a moment like this. The movie was almost over, and their beer was warm. "Serenity!.....come cuddle with me."
-
His words had her smirk.
Mostly it was in her eyes because her mouth was otherwise occupied. She worked him as best she could and ignored his use of the word six. With mouth lips to the base of him, she squeezed his hips when he came and yanked her head back to gasp and catch her breath. Tease in her eyes, lips flushed, cheeks red. Her chest heaved to catch it and she swallowed several times to get the saliva to clear.
Still out of breath, she ignored what watching him did to her and just watched him breath. Serenity reached over to get the warm beer to waste the taste of come from her mouth before she looked to Hugh and gave him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry," She whispered, reaching to cup his cheek and lay beside him on the couch. Serenity never did go get her panties. She didn't fix Hugh's shorts either. Instead, she let herself melt in against his side, lips pressed to his chest and feeling a buzz through her system.
Serenity finally reached up and smoothed her fingers over Hugh's cheek before she pressed her lips to his. "I'm so sorry, I didn't even see that coming," She pressed her forehead to his lips and curled her arm around his neck, "That could have been so dangerous if you didn't have your head on."
-
Hugh could have been right naked and that's all that would have mattered right then and there. His sweet relief had come, and so had Serenity's so now they could restart Crocnado from the beginning and just do what Hugh had initially set out to do from the beginning. Well, the cuddling while watching it was paramount. The head had just been a happy....and rather unfortunate accident.
It was weird. And didn't happen often. But when it did, he'd rather not die, or put Serenity in an awkward situation where she had to stick herself with him. That would make everything even more awkward. The deed was done, no one had to get hurt.
Even if she left him a little bit with a throbbing headache. A small price to pay for a moment like this.
"You saw something coming," Hugh snorted, playing it off. The humor was genuine and he wrapped his arms around Serenity, not even mad that his dick was still out, still wet. He just shifted his hips and his shorts so that he was covered and would deal with that later.
"Siren, you gotta use the code word. That's why we have it," he murmured. "It's okay. You're my best friend. I won't have you squirming like that all a cat in heat. It's all right. Y'know what though, we did miss the best parts of Crocnado. Should we just restart the whole thing?"
He knew the answer to that question. "Or should we just chat? Or chat during the movie. The script is awful. Let's be savage and just tear this horrorshow to pieces."
-
Serenity throbbed all over. Every cluster of nerves throbbed in both a good and a bad way and Serenity snuggled in closer to him before he spoke and she leaned away slightly, nuzzling her nose to his before she caught her breath. Or did her best to.
"I like to watch you come," She whispered, voice heated, eyes falling closed and giving a wriggle of her hips at the image. His face. The flush. The way his voice cracked and how out of control her got. Serenity went a little dazed before she shook her head and... He was talking again. And she tucked her face down against his chest, huffed and pouted and sighed.
"I couldn't think," She whined, lifting her hands to her face and turning around so her back was to his chest. Her baree ass pressing against his abdomen, knees curling up, "I'm sorry. It's.... I'm sorry. The weird episodes are hitting faster and before I can even think I'm...." Serenity sat up, turning to look at him, both of them still flushed and herself still a little out of breath. The gentle pulsing afterglow of Hugh helping her along still trying to ebb away.
A deep sigh and she looked down at herself, tanktop almost see through, rolled up to just under her breasts. No underwear. "Hugh, maybe..." Her head ducked down, "Maybe we shouldn't... Hang out outside work anymore. This will only hurt you," Tears pricked her eyes and she moved back down, pressing her lips to his forehead, "I'm only ever going to hurt you." She whispered.
-
What was happening? What was she saying!? And more importantly, why the hell was she slipping out of his grasp! Serenity was saying awful things that made Hugh cringe inside, his guts twisting in a horrific heap.
"Siren," he whined, stirring, and not liking at all what he was hearing. It wasn't simply that he didn't want to hear it although that certainly was a valuable facet. But more over it seemed as if she was making these decisions without even consulting him, without even hearing what he had to say about it.
"Siren. Stop talking like that. You're my best friend, I love you and I'm not losing you. Who else am I going to pester with lame dick jokes? Everyone else just wants a good time, but you're the only person that's ever wanted to stick around first, and worry about good times later. Maybe you have a little problem. But what else am I here for other than to help you go through the good times and the bad?"
He didn't bother waiting or a response to that before he leaned in and wrapped his powerful arms around her, curling her in against him. "I'd be lying if i said I wasn't worried about you. I'd be lying if I said I totally didn't know about the weird phone sex calls during work hours and you think I can't hear you," he snickered. "So look, girl, I think weg gotta find someone who's righteous in the sack and can be conscious during the whole thing. You won't hurt anyone, ok? I'll be right by your side, y'know minus the dirty deed, the whole time."
-
Serenity just looked away, frowning. A pout where her lip poked out and everything and instead of looking terribly out of place, her round cheeks only made her look like a somewhat cute chipmonk. Still, she didn't like making Hugh so sad and almost instantly regretted whatever it was she said. It was impulsive and stupid and she knew she'd only miss him if he went away.
Drained, emotionally and physically. The buzz from the pleasure and the release was there but it felt hollow and she snuggled into his arms and pressed more kisses to his chest and shoulders. Of course he had to speak and mention phone calls and she turned bright red and looked down and away. Shame felt hot on her face and she pressed her forehead to his throat and, unfortunately for them both, started to cry.
"But I'll just kill them," her arms tucked around his torso and it didn't occur to her how slightly odd this may have seemed. Serenity still was without underwear, Hugh wasn't wearing a shirt. Of course Serenity's tank top was pulled down a modest length. Serenity hiccuped her tears and nuzzled against Hugh's neck before she heaved a sigh, "I don't want to hurt anyone," she reached up, leaning back. Her fingers went to his face and she pushed her fingers through his hair.
"I hate when this happens, I'm sorry for not saying Six. I should have but..." Serenity swallowed and gave Hugh a kiss on the lips, eyes closing briefly, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll be okay. Thank you for helping." She snuggled in after a moment, relaxing, eyes red from tears, "I'm ready for bad moving when you are."
-
Hugh hated when she spoke like this. When it all came piling on like it did, compounding on you until all there was weight bearing on your shoulders, and eventually you just cracked. The facade slipped away long enough and there, underneath it all, was just pain. Raw unabashed reality that flooded out of you that became too much to handle.
Hugh's instinct to wrap his arms around her were second to none. For one, he was a cuddler, and sharing his body heat with anyone that craved it sent his own stomach afluttering. Serenity was his best friend, his anchor in everything else that was awful and the sky turned to black, and who would be her Anchor if not him?
It came naturally to him, and even as she squirted tears all over his neck and made him sticky in a different kind of way. "Now, now, look. You've made your eyes all puffy. We were supposed to watch terrible movies and gripe about which dragons have the worst attitudes about getting their toes cleaned out and their engines cleaned." Hugh pulled her in tighter and readjusted his face so that he could kiss her forehead again, nestling in against the back of the couch so that she had enough room to lay on her side.
He didn't dare let her go.
"Ok, We'll start from the beginning," he snorted, reaching down briefly to take the remote in hand and flicking the movie back to where it was. "Do you ever wonder what Balthasar and Mercury do when we're away? Do you think they screw? Because I think they do," he snickered, trying to change the subject enough to distract her from the terrible movie, and everything else that just happened.
"We worked on Hyperion last week, remember, and he could not stop going on and on about his new pet. And then I had to reweld his chest plates and he almost bit my dick off. That was fun." Maybe if he prattled on long enough, she wouldn't cry anymore. It usually worked on his mom, why not her.
-
Serenity didn't have words to describe how she felt about Hugh.
Since he got assigned as her help and they spent most of the day together they were inseparable. When they weren't working together, usually they were cuddled on a couch. Serenity didn't have trouble sleeping alone but she loved the company. Though, she'd lie if she said her dreams weren't as sweet as when she was snuggled up against Hugh's back. Serenity sighed and listened to him prattle on about nothing.
"screw," she said, voice high in disbelief. Serenity gave a wet little laugh before she smooshed her front to his, aiming for as much contact as possible. At the mention of Hyperion and his pet she rolled her eyes and groaned. "He was impossible. What... You know what," She curled her arm around Hugh and snuggled her face against his chest, " Nope. not even going to take that bait." She sighed again and slowly turned around, lower half still tingling before she smooshed her back to his front.
"Thank you. bad movie and nap time?" She grabbed his hand and pulled it around her middle, "I'm sorry. Again." Serenity brought his arm up to kiss his palm. "I never want to hurt you."
-
"Okay, okay, so maybe they don't screw, but do you think that maybe they play checkers or something innocent like that? Because I don't think they do. I think that Balthasar is probably trying to poke at your dragon's pretty pretty blades as we speak. I mean, I would. If I were a dragon. But I'm not a dragon, I'm just a welder and I like to scorch and melt whenever I get the chance," Hugh prattled on and, never quiet shutting up. But speaking low enough so that his voice was little more than a soft soothing timbre.
The movie played and he hugged her too him until his own eyelids began to grow heavy and Hugh fell asleep on that couch. He drooled a little, snored and at some point, had his face buried in Serenity's huge boobs. That, well, wasn't all that unusual. They were comfortable and he didn't think about it. The gentle thu-thump of her heart eased him. Hugh stirred when he felt the needles in his brain.
"Hnnngh," he hissed and pushed himself slowly up, rubbing at his skull. "Siren. Get up. We got a call." He murmured something and got up from the couch, slamming his shin into the corner of the coffee table. "ooooowwwwwww!"
-
The nap was nice.
Serenity sated and nourished, she had her favourite person cuddled up against her. Having Hugh snuggled up against her and his head resting on her chest. Her hand rested on his shoulder and Serenity's eyes slowly opened from the same tingles, remained laying while he got up and moved about. Though she sat up suddenly when he slammed his leg into the coffee table.
Still without panties, she sat up and watched, eyes bleary. Was it morning? Was it a call day?
You're needed in Solarta.
Serenity moaned and stood up, bareass to the room before she rubbed her head and frowned. A clear pout on her face for not getting one fucking day off.
We're leaving in an hour.
An affirmative noise from Serenity that she passed through the psychic link to Mercury and she climbed over the couch - instead of walking around it - to get changed. What the hell happened in Solarta? General check up? Mercury would maybe tell them when they got there after settling into a hotel room or something. Maybe.
Serenity didn't care for the way her tummy clenched in need, though now she was aware of her slight issue. Before actually getting ready she popped her head from her bedroom, still naked from the waist down. "I'll meet you in the hanger?" she said, voice rough from sleep, "We're going to Solarta so... Pack stuff that won't make you sweat." A joke. Hugh's life involved being around somewhere hot.