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Post by flashgordon on May 29, 2010 10:01:42 GMT -5
Munkustrap pulled back barely enough to give a broad grin.
"Not fair, I'm not naked." He said, kissing her jaw. He really didn't want to have to move to take anything off. To be really technical, he just needed his underwear off, and he could finagle the rest. After a beat he shifted slightly, grabbing the edge of his underwear and pulling at it, not succeeding very well with the other side trapped under the skirt.
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Post by Kitrina on May 29, 2010 10:13:12 GMT -5
Kitrina burst into laughter at that. "You suck," she replied, working to try and aide him, somewhat yanking at the skirt as she laughed some more. "It's better without skivvies," she commented, another tug given to the skirt. "Kiltesque."
Her free hand worked to tug the fabric down.
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 1, 2010 22:28:59 GMT -5
"I'm sorry." Munkustrap said with a laugh, helping her push the skirt down, wobbling slightly. "I just want it off, it's tight."
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Post by Kitrina on Jun 1, 2010 22:58:07 GMT -5
"And I just want it off because I like you, and you're hot," she replied, a little more successful then, hand twisting at said offending snug panties. "You're... you're still overdressed," she purred.
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 1, 2010 23:19:07 GMT -5
"I know." Munk said with a dumb grin, wriggling out of the shirt and tossing it aside. His head tilted slightly before he looked down, tugging slightly at the tie around her neck. "What's up with that?"
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Post by Kitrina on Jun 1, 2010 23:20:56 GMT -5
"... I thought it was sexy," she replied, arching her back. "But it can... go... away... I think... maybe... I dunno." Her head turned, teeth grazing against his neck, slightly bumping into him with her nose.
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 12, 2010 21:29:01 GMT -5
"No, I like it." Munk said with a grin, tilting his head as if to expose his neck more, rubbing her sides slowly. "Looks good."
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Post by Kitrina on Jun 12, 2010 21:38:51 GMT -5
[[Fade to Black ((Because we're impatient to get to the awesome next day))]].
Kitrina lay on her back, legs sprawled out, hair all over the place still messy from the night before. From the angle, the deep scar on her thigh was slightly hidden, but threatened to become visible were she to move. The tie she swiped from Munkustrap stayed with her yet mysteriously moved from her neck to around her eyes blinding her. Trapped in the realm of sleep, and hangover stupor, for the first time in years she slept with somewhat a smile on her face. Talk about an incredible night, one she kept dreaming about though there were bits and pieces all over the place.
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 12, 2010 21:48:54 GMT -5
Munkustrap was somewhat curled next to her, sleeping peacefully, which wasn't something he seemed to do often. More than likely, this was something he had really needed - whether he would agree to that not that it was the next day was another thing for the dignified tom. He was going to have a massive headache when he woke, but for now, he slept soundly, not quite cuddled to her but near, his legs covered up to the knee by blankets in some sort of feeble attempt to cover himself at some point in the night. Otherwise, everything was very much a mess from the night before.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jun 12, 2010 21:55:39 GMT -5
Tugger was bored. He had had a great night, but now, in the morning, he was bored, and he couldn't find Bomba.
Figuring it would give him some amusement, he went to find Munkustrap, hoping to find him undignified with a hangover.
This was even better. He had pushed the door open, to find the scene before him. He stared silently, grinning. Best thing ever.
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 12, 2010 22:00:05 GMT -5
Munkustrap stirred after a moment, sitting up and rubbing at his eye, groaning. He wasn't aware of Kitrina - not yet - and right now with the headache he was becoming aware of, the night wasn't really on his mind. The first thing he noticed was Tugger at the door. Then the fact he was naked. He grabbed up the blanket and pulled it up to his chest, somewhat confused; he never slept nude..
"What are you doing here?" He asked grumpily, ears flat back.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jun 12, 2010 22:24:59 GMT -5
"Oh, nothing," Tugger said happily. "I might ask you the same thing. Or rather, what were you doing last night?"
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 12, 2010 22:30:59 GMT -5
"Huh?" Munk asked raising an eyebrow. At this point he seemed to notice the extra weight on the bed, and glanced down to see Kitrina, viasbly startled with a slight jump. "I good god."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jun 12, 2010 22:43:53 GMT -5
"I know, right?" Tugger said. "When you went back, I expected you to just put her to bed. But it seems you are alive after all. Well done."
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 12, 2010 22:49:05 GMT -5
Munkustrap's cheeks were blushing bright red underneath his fur, throuroughly embarrassed at being caught. Especially for something he didn't quite remember clearly. "Well I... didn't mean to." He said, sounding unsure, unable to look at Tugger.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jun 12, 2010 23:19:15 GMT -5
"It's good," Tugger said. "You are finally acting like a normal tom. She was all over you, you were both drunk. It was only natural to do a horizontal waltz. I'm proud of you little bro."
Tugger only ever acknowledged that Munkustrap was younger when there was no one else to to hear.
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 12, 2010 23:23:29 GMT -5
"Yeah, well..." Munkustrap looked up at Tugger awkwardly, sorely aware of his own nudity. "I still don't think it was right. Not at least without an actual date... or something.."
Munk was definetly not the 'fucking' sort. He never had been, he at least wanted to go about it like a gentleman.
Though it was strange to hear 'I'm proud of you'. Something rarely heard, since Tugger's standards of what he found worthy of pride, were much different than Munkustrap's. There was still something to it, however; he supposed it was the nature of being a younger brother.
"Just uh... yeah..." Awkward.
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Post by Kitrina on Jun 12, 2010 23:27:54 GMT -5
Kitrina shifted in sleep, arms stretching above her head, brushing past the tie so it rest just above her forehead only held on by her ears. She turned her head toward Munkustrap, hips shifting so her knees moved the other direction, inside leg pulling up a bit. A stretch was given, chin inclining as if she might wake but she only twisted again so her back was flat on the mattress, still exposed and vulnerable. But it wasn't just her nudity that was exposed--now there was the scar, one carved with precision, a perfect M--raised from scarring over, something not hidden well by fur, especially not since it was morning.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jun 12, 2010 23:34:56 GMT -5
"She didn't seem to object," Tugger pointed out. "You were a perfect gentleman, giving the poor queen what she wanted, making her happy and..."
He trailed off, staring.
That mark. That was...Shit!
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 12, 2010 23:42:23 GMT -5
"It's rude to stare, Tugger." Munkustrap pointed out, quickly grabbing a blanket to cover Kitrina; for some reason it hadn't dawned on him to do so before.
But he paused as he started to cover her, his ears falling to the sides. He dropped the blanket on her anyway, sitting back and clenching his paws together. That wasn't good. Certianly not at all. He knew what that meant. But did it mean...? He hoped not...
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jun 12, 2010 23:45:29 GMT -5
"Did you know about that before?!" Tugger hissed. "She might have killed you!"
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 12, 2010 23:50:39 GMT -5
"You think I would have if I did?!" Munkustrap asked, scrambling up and quickly grabbing a pair of pants, pulling them on. "She wouldn't be around period if I'd known, you know that!"
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jun 12, 2010 23:53:53 GMT -5
"Aren't you supposed to be on guard for these things before you even let themselves in?" Tugger demanded.
He may be being harsh, but it did stem from concern for his brother.
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 12, 2010 23:56:30 GMT -5
'Yeah, because I think to tell someone to drop their pants so I can check there for a mark." Munkustrap grumbled back, giving his brother a nasty look. Seriously, how was he supposed to be aware of something like that.
"Look, just keep your voice down for now. I'll figure this out."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jun 13, 2010 8:15:27 GMT -5
"What the hell are you going to do?" Tugger asked. "Are you going to kick her out or what?"
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Post by Kitrina on Jun 13, 2010 8:39:55 GMT -5
A stretch was given, the sounds a bit harsher though she didn't quite process them as her eyes blinked open sleepily. She covered her mouth with a hand as she yawned, a little disoriented as she made to sit upright, then groaned at her throbbing head, both hands pressing to it. "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit," she whined, eyes squeezed shut. The fingers closed around the tie before tugging it off to look at it. "... what the fuck?"
Her head rotated toward the two brothers. "Nhn, can you guys keep it the fuck down? My head's fucking killing me. Everlasting Ca--" and a pause. Wait, Munkustrap AND the Rum Tum Tugger? She'd remembered going to Munkustrap's but nowhere was Tugger in the equation. What the fuck was he doing here?
She sat upright, holding the blanket up over her chest to stay covered, now on guard. Something was wrong. Really wrong.
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Post by flashgordon on Jun 15, 2010 23:13:16 GMT -5
Munkustrap almost jumped at her sudden reaction, ears perking forward, staring at her. Really unsure of what to say, he just stood there for a moment.
"Kitrina..." He said slowly, unmoving from where he stood, eyes trained on her. He really had no clue of what to say. At all... This was... something different.
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Post by Kitrina on Jun 15, 2010 23:16:14 GMT -5
"... what happened?" she asked, an immediate response, trying to ignore the throbbing in her head. Why was he looking at her with such scrutiny?
"... what's wrong?" she rephrased, then looking at Tugger. Why was he even there?
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jun 15, 2010 23:29:44 GMT -5
"What the hell are you up to, bitch?" Tugger hissed. "Spying?"
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Post by Kitrina on Jun 15, 2010 23:51:35 GMT -5
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"Excuse ME?!" Her eyes lit with anger, that rugged wildness she had, the markings of a stray as oppose to a house cat. "Who the fuck do you think you are calling me a bitch?! I'm not your damn bitch, I didn't sleep with you, I slept with hi--" she paused then.
"Oh fuck me, don't tell me I let you fuck me when I was drunk."
Arms folded before her chest, thighs pressed together beneath the blanket, something subconscious. "My damn head," she muttered, going through the words before the last seemed to ring through. "... spying?" A look between the pair. "... okay, how drunk was I last night because role playing the Cold War isn't one of my fetishes."
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