Karla and Warren's Tent in Glacia, Friday Night Fandom Time, Going on Winter

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It wasn't quite the thick of a Glacian winter just yet, but there was just enough chill in the air that getting to climb into a warm bedroll with someone to cuddle up to was one hell of a luxury, these days. There was snow on the ground out there, it was windy enough tonight that the walls of the tent rippled, and Warren actually found himself wondering from time to time if tonight was going to be the night that their shelter would simply fall down around them.

Sure, it hadn't happened yet, but Warren had a healthy sense of pessimism and not a hell of a lot of experience with sleeping in a tent in a snowstorm.

Still, he'd been assured by several people that their shelters would stand strong through the night, so he only looked a little antsy as he wrapped an arm and a wing around Karla and wriggled a little more thoroughly under the covers.

"You know, wind like that actually bothers me less when I'm outside trying to fly in it?"

[OOC: For the lady!]

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[glacial_queen]

"I think..." Karla paused, then tried again. "How do you feel when I tell you about a fantasy?"

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"I feel..." Oh. Oh. "I feel wanted. Appreciated... sexy. I get down on myself a lot even these days over my wings, my claws, what I can and can't do, and the things you tell me you think about wipe those first two things away, and make me feel like I can do anything you say I can."

And now he was feeling a bit like a heel, again.

"It's an amazing feeling."

[glacial_queen]

Karla just nodded, looking relieved. "See what I mean? It's not that you feel ignored or unwanted when I don't say such things, but you feel better when I do. And it's more than just a compliment or even a long, slow lingering look. You know I've invested time and a lot of thought in that, just dreaming of you."

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"So... it's not that I'm not trying... just... that you'd like it if I did that, too?" He chewed his lip. At this point, his healing factor was going to be pretty useful. "I mean, more than just for special occasions."

[glacial_queen]

"I--If it isn't too much trouble?" Karla said, feeling oddly hesitant. "I don't want you to feel bad, like you've been doing something wrong, but it just means a lot. Knowing that you think of me that way."

She ducked her head. "Is that weird? It's weird, isn't it?"

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"It's not weird," Warren assured her, reaching to tuck a finger under her chin. "What's weird is that it didn't occur to me that you might feel that way in the first place. It... was never something I was good at, so I tried to make it up in areas that I was, instead."

He hesitated for a moment before tentatively adding, "I look back a lot, instead of looking ahead. I think about things I know, or ideas that come to me because of something that I've seen. Like that waterfall. That was an impulse I had, when we were walking by it, to just grab you and carry you off into the mist. But we were on the march, and I didn't get to act on it, and I never really took the time to put the impulse into words, or even anything really coherent. I daydream sometimes. I fantasize sometimes. Just... it's usually when there's something immediate that I can focus around. You suggested flying together, and I couldn't let that one go. You were standing right there in businesswear and I was about ready to crawl out of my skin thinking of what I wanted to do with you." Now it was his turn to duck his head a bit. "There are only two things in the world that have ever managed to distract me that much."

What they were had to be pretty obvious, right?

[glacial_queen]

Of course they were. Karla and the sky. The two most important things in his life.

She took that moment to kiss him, opening up a link between them so he could feel her emotions, know that she wasn't feeling lost or hurt or neglected. There were some things that Warren would linger over if he wasn't immediately shown that he was wrong.

"I don't want you thinking that there's some huge problem," she told him when she finally pulled away. "There isn't. There's nothing for you to make up for and you are wonderful, both to me and in general."

Did you get that, Warren? Was it hammered home enough yet? Because if you left this conversation feeling in any way lacking, Karla had done something wrong.

"Maybe we could compromise," she added. "If I ask for a fantasy, would it help if I offered some elements for you to build off of?"

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Warren chewed on his lip for a moment as he mulled over that. And then he nodded a little.

"I think it might," he admitted. "It's a starting point. A kind of... foundation that I didn't have before. I mean, you're a foundation, too. You're the foundation. But it's hard to narrow down all of the experiences I'd like to have with you."

[glacial_queen]

"And feel free to volunteer any ideas you have," Karla assured him with a smile. "You know, next time we're riding by a waterfall or something."

She took his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm before resting it against her cheek. "Thank you for understanding, my love."

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"Of course," Warren replied, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb before a playful little smile crossed his face. "So, next waterfall we come across, would you rather I whisper what I'm thinking in your ear, or just whisk you off into the mists to have my wicked way with you?"

Some things about Warrens across the multiverse were actually a constant.

[glacial_queen]

"Start by whispering," Karla said, her breath catching momentarily in her throat. "And then from there we can decide if whisking is possible--or if we're going to have to squirm about for a bit and wait until later."

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"I hope it's the whisking," Warren decided, his voice dropping a little more low. "I can just sweep you off of your feet, carry you deeply enough into the mist that all we can see is one another, and we can both feel the cool water gathering in droplets on our skin..."

[glacial_queen]

See, Warren? This wasn't so hard, was it?

"Droplets that I will almost certainly be required to catch on my tongue," Karla murmured, a hand coming up to stroke his back, right between his wings. Her nails skidded lightly over the bumps of his spine, fingers caressing his skin. "As they roll down your throat."

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Her fingers on his skin left his feathers prickling, a little shiver running along Warren's spine.

"They'll leave your clothing clinging to our skin, too," he noted, his eyes half-closed and a little smile on his face. "All the more reason for us to want to take them off, of course."

[glacial_queen]

"Would you strip them off of me hard and fast?" Karla breathed, gently gliding her hand down his back. "Or nice and sloooow?"

Her fingers turned to claws and she raked.

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And her nails prompted an arch of Warren's back and a snarl, his own fingers involuntarily flexing, claws pricking at the small of her back. That was a good way of catching his attention, right there.

"If that's how you're planning on stripping me, we might have to take it slow," he murmured, his voice low with want, "just to be certain I don't get too carried away."

[glacial_queen]

"Now now," Karla said, smiling up at him and batting her eyes. "Are you trying to suggest that I might have some kind of effect on you?"

Her other hand, the one not teasing his back, drifted down his abdomen, but slid towards his hip once she got to his waist.

Her? A tease? Never.

"Maybe even lose control?"

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"It's been known to happen from time to time." Take right now, for example, with Warren's fingers twitching noticeably against Karla's back. "You know, when I'm given reason to..."

Like, say, a lot of time spent in a war camp, with not so much in the way of breaks for activities of a more personal nature.

[glacial_queen]

Funny how his fingers were doing that. Funny how Karla was noticing them do that.

"Tell me more," she instructed, stepping closer to him and lightly brushing her hips against his. Her arms twined around his neck and she brought her face much closer to his. "About this waterfall and the tight clothing that clings?"

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She was going to make him keep thinking? That was cruel. Cruel. But Warren would persevere, because... well... Mostly he couldn't imagine doing anything but, right then.

"The water from the fall is cool and clear and fresh, which is the last thing on our minds right then, since I'm busy peeling you out of your shirt," he explained, tracing his nails up the length of her back.

[glacial_queen]

And now Karla was shivering. She tilted her head backwards slightly, baring her throat in a tempting invitation.

"Sounds pretty, but cold," she said. "I'm pretty sure that when my shirt comes off, I'll be very...pert."

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Well, with an invitation like that, Warren could hardly refuse. He leaned forward and nibbled at her throat, pausing just above her collarbone to try to suck a bruise against her skin.

It wasn't until he was satisfied with it that he sat back a little, admiring his handiwork, before smirking up her way. He was clearly pleased with himself, yes.

"Very pert," he agreed. "All the more reason for me to warm you up."

With his mouth, as he was now ducking down to demonstrate, one nipple at a time.

[glacial_queen]

And it was for just this reason that Karla and Warren slept in the nude, even with as cold as it got in Glacia. Blankets and feathers could keep them warm, but nothing could make Karla less impatient.

"I'm going to be the most hickeyed Queen in Glacia," she said wryly. See how much she protested, Warren? Did you see? "Just for that, I'm going to demand more."

She waited until he was already ducking towards her breast again before adding, "I meant narration."

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More narration? Warren peered back up at her, and then darted his tongue out just for a quick swipe at her breast before trying again.

"About how while my mouth was occupied with your breasts, my hands would be working their way down to just shred you out of the rest of your clothing? Long wet ribbons that used to be your pants..."

[glacial_queen]

It was entirely Warren's fault that Karla now had a shredded-clothing kink. She'd been more than willing to take her clothes off the normal way and/or vanish them before he grew claws. After that, however, it seemed like nothing would do than to have him rend them off of her in burning need.

Her clothing budget had grown exponentially in that time. Go figure.

"So then you'd leave me standing there?" she pouted. "Naked and dripping, pressed up against you, still fully-clothed?"

Two for three was good, right? Naked and pressing against him?