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Post by Pebble on Aug 24, 2016 4:36:18 GMT
A very light green aurora was visible from beneath the bed as the last of the group left, leaving the owner and one other person. Sam. A slight shuffling and Fawn's dark pelt showed as she crawled out, fur messed up. She shook, fur settling and collar clicking gently with the sway of her body. She stretched, limbs sore from hiding under the bed. It had actually done her good, sleeping under the bed. She wasn't so tired and didn't drag herself everywhere any more. Sure, it was rough sleep, but she got it finished. Bones popped and her insides rearranged herself as she grew, changing to human. She stretched again, back popping, before she moved to search for her lover. "Hey, Moose-brain, you alive?" She called, padding around with gentle and lively eyes. Of course he was alive, she was just joking. After all, that's what good couples did, right? Right. She sighed as she found him, a humanely chuff erupting her throat in greeting. Something she had picked up from Ran, as tigers chuffed.
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Post by Timur on Aug 25, 2016 1:21:45 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam wasn't quite sure why Fawn spent so much time under the bed, but when she came out this time she looked considerably better. More awake in recent times. When she first came out from under the bed her fur was a ruffled up, but it was quickly fixed with a shake. The female shifted- which honestly was one thing he'd probably never get used to. The bones popping and the sounds, it sent a chill down his spine the first few times he had heard it. Sam was more used to it now, but it always caught him off guard for some reason. Fawn's voice reached Sam's ears, and he couldn't help to crack a smile for her. Of course it was just a joke, and he got that. "And what if I wasn't?" Sammy joked back, reaching forwards to try and take her hands in his. The sound was also pretty new, but hey you learned something knew everyday~
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Post by Pebble on Aug 25, 2016 1:42:28 GMT
His voice replied and a smile tugged at the corner of her features, threatening to ruin her poker face. She accepted his offer and thought for a moment. What would she do if he was dead? The truth, she would probably go mute and die on the inside. Even the thought if losing him threatened to upset her enough to break. She couldn't lose him too. She quickly shoved the thoughts to the back of her mind, not really wanting to ever think of such a day, such a day that she too would die.
"Oh, what would I do without my big, strong, Jesse James?" Southern accent thick she acted as a damsel in distress, a dramatic voice to top it off. She laid a hand across her forehead and tunred, falling into his arms. She sighed dramatically, leaning against him in such an act. "Oh, Jesse. Why would you do such a thing to me? I'm just a little gal in distress!" The act was made so much better by that thick southern accent. A wonderful touch up on her roleplay.
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Post by Timur on Aug 25, 2016 2:52:52 GMT
Sam Winchester And the poker face. Fawnpelt seemed to like it. So he was determined to make her smile past the poker face. In fact, he had managed to die while the group was here. Of course he was mad that Dean had made a deal with a demon, and now they had to become witches, but he was also very, very happy to see his Fambi again. Earth was much better than hell hands down. Her voice in its southern accent rang out as she made a reference to an outlaw. No not the best, but hey he couldn't say his hands were clean either. She fell into him and he caught her and she leaned against him, and Sam took the opportunity to hold her close against him. Of course, he couldn't roleplay as Jesse James so he would simply settle for being Sam Winchester, Hunter and lover to Fawnpelt. "Don't worry about it." Sam said. He wasn't much of a west person or an actor either. If you wanted something to do with the Wild West or that area,well Dean had a fetish. /IM GOING WITH IT
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Post by Pebble on Aug 25, 2016 2:59:22 GMT
/lucky lucky you fawn is bendable.
Fawn smiled at her goofball. She had acted millions of times and enjoyed it. Sam, however, obviously was a realist, compared to Fawn being a little wild with her imagination. She tiled her head back to look up at him, eyes bright.
She would attempt to pull away, but it seemed Sam had a hold on her. Better than what she thought, the sneaky fox. She huffed a fake irritated sigh and attempted to make herself smaller to slip through his arms. Yeah, no. She managed to turn around, but she couldn't escape his grasp. She broke her act completely and gave her goofy smile.
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Post by Timur on Aug 25, 2016 3:09:27 GMT
Sam Winchester Her goofball. Not just a goofball, but anyone else's goofball, but her goofball. If it had been spoken aloud, he would of faked being offended and then maybe call her a goofball in return. His goofball. Sam hadn't ever needed to act, nothing other than impersonating federal agents which didn't require a whole personality change, so he didn't really do it. Of course this wasn't the first time Fawn had pulled an act, but he was happy either way. She pressed against his hold, and in a rather reading way Sam continued holding her. Another act, faking being irritated, and she tried one last time before seemingly giving up on it. Fawn turned around and he would gaze into her lime green eyes. Green like Dean's, but a different shade and brighter. Internally the male gave a whoop of victory, as he had managed to get a big smile out of her. Sam was also glad he didn't offend her or make her mad, that wouldn't of ended well. The Hunter returned the smile, but it was a lot less goofy and a lot warmer instead. "So what do you want to do now?" Sam asked. They could do plenty of things, ranging from sleeping to watching TV to studying spells to even just messing around with each other.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 25, 2016 3:27:54 GMT
Fawn had plenty of reasons to act differently. From the three parts of her personality, to just being pitiful, it was part of her. A survival trait many of her kind had developed. It seemed everything they did was just an act to get what they needed. What they wanted. This wasn't no act though. Her love was never an act. That was something she couldn't act about.
His words forced a smile as she thought. She liked playing with him; she never got to play as a kit. She had to mature. For Tad. For herself. This made her a quite playful adult, odd enough. She rose on her toes though and tilted her head slightly. With this she kissed him, answering his question with a kiss. Easy and simple as that. She never got any romantic time with him, considering all the kids around. She'd have to thank Lark and Dean later for taking the kiddos out.
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Post by Timur on Aug 25, 2016 3:42:51 GMT
Sam Winchester At first it had just been him, Dean, Fawn, Lark, and Benny. It had been simpler then, not as many people to get out of the way before they could have romantic time. Plus Benedict was obedient and Lark didn't want him anywheres near their romantic time. Then came Ryan and Gavin, they didn't make it harder for them to have each other time and such. And then came the kids. Birchkit and Alula. Birchkit seemed to want to annoy the hell out of Dean, and while her wound healed Alula needed to be watched. With a lot more people around and more kids around, their alone time had decreased. Now everyone else was out of the way, and they had an opportunity for alone time again. She rose up on her tiptoes, and taking a cue he would bend down his head some to cover the gap for their height difference and kiss her back. Nonverbal answers were usually good, as long as it wasn't something like "So you gonna kill me or?" And they kill you. However this was much different than death, it was love. Sam gave her another smile when the kiss ended, moving up a bit as if teasing and pausing for a moment, then Sam would hold Fawnpelt closer to him, possibly pressing against his torso, and would pause only a moment more to tease her before giving her a kiss on the lips, holding it longer than the previous kiss.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 25, 2016 4:02:39 GMT
Yes, it sure was simple when it was just her, Lark, Benny, Dean, and Sam. There weren't so many people. Then things got complicted, leaving Fawn and Sam very little times with each other. Not that it mattered; they were here now. And that's all that mattered to the small fem. After all, he was her drug. The sickness to her love.
He pulled away and lifted himself slightly, teasing her. She wasn't tall enough to reach up and pouted slightly, standing farther on her toes. Yet she still couldn't reach him. Short people problems, who didn't love them? He leaned back down and kissed her again. Fawn hungrily tore into the kiss, trying to get the most out of it before he decided to pull back again and leave her begging. Unfair, yes. But the fem kinda enjoyed it. Her arms managed to wrap around his back as he held her closer, forcing her to press against his torso. Which she of course didn't mind. Who would mind?
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Post by Timur on Aug 25, 2016 4:14:54 GMT
Sam Winchester While timur was bathing in the realization of the love drug metaphor and just how good it was, there was roleplaying to do. She had tried to reach up further to reach him, but sadly for her he had made sure that he was just out of reach. Though when they kissed again he was met with a fire that hungrily swept across his lips, dancing across and only begging for fuel when he pulled back again. However, Sam wanted Fawn too, hence why he had held her closer, and couldn't hold back for long. Her arms wrapped around her and Sam would lean in again to kiss her passionately, allowing his Fambi to decide when it ended and gently curled a some of her hair around his index finger from where he was holding her.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 25, 2016 4:30:01 GMT
Pebble was amazed by the metaphors and new that this was the time to step up her game. His head pulled back again, leaving Fawn with hungry lit green eyes, begging him to kiss her again, begging him to allow her to kiss him. He held her ever closer, close enough her back bended slightly, putting him in more control. Her fingers gripped the back of his shirt, her fists holding it as she panted a little. He dipped his head again and kissed her, in which a hungry beast accepted, kissing him back with a fierce passion. It was rhythmic, their kiss was, as she b held it much longer than the others, enjoying the way their lips molded together. A slight tugging and she was aware of him wrapping her hair around his finger. He now quite literally had her wrapped around his finger.
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Post by Timur on Aug 25, 2016 4:44:48 GMT
Sam Winchester A slightly bent back, her gripping his shirt, the ever loving series of kisses, it was a recipe for happiness and perfection. In his mind at least, the wait was definitely worth it. A rhythmic kissing and the fire danced across his lips in perfect melding with his own passionate fire. He may have her wrapped around his finger, but at this point if Fawn wanted the scenario to go one way or another and communicated him it, it would go that way. This kiss lasted longer, and he was more than happy with that. In fact, he unwrapped his finger from her hair and his hands would trail down, stopping at her thighs as he tried to tell her to hop onto his hips like she seemed to like to do to make the situation a bit more comfortable- and it easier to kiss him were he to pull back again.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 25, 2016 4:57:42 GMT
It would be more like fire and eletrecity, as Fawn contained eletrecity as a power. Not to mention, fire was one of her enemies. But not Sam. Sam was a special fire, her torch to light up the darkness that hid inside her. His hands trailed down her body and goosebumps rose, her breath hitching in her throat. As they stopped at her thighs, she lowered herself down slightly before bouncing up, quickly moving her hands around the back of his neck and around his hips in response to his action. There. Now they were even on height. She loved doing this.
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Post by Timur on Aug 25, 2016 23:49:33 GMT
Sam Winchester Well of course Sam was a special fire, not many people died and came back, and definitely not as many times as he or Dean. After a moment or so when he had moved his hands, Fawn jumped up and the male was prepared to catch her, happy to help hold her up. Sam had to move his head up quickly as she jumped to compensate, and soon enough they were equal in height and the kissing continued, her hands now around the back of his neck. Fawn was happy, so he was too. Happiness all around.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 26, 2016 0:36:33 GMT
Sam continued kissing her and Fawn was happy as her fingers trailed up some. She tangled them within that lion mane of his, glad to feel his hair. She tightened her stomach, holding herself mostly on her own as she kissed him. She pulled back, her turn to tease him. She would wait for a while before returning to kissing him with a fierce passionate kiss. This was what she lived and breathed for. These good moments.
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