[ Lune actually snorts quietly at that, shaking her head in mild amazement at the things Gustave's brain comes up with sometimes. ]
Consider it forgotten. I don't think I even want to begin to imagine what you meant by that.
[ Lune's hands slip from his waist and dive beneath his coat, slinging her arms loosely around him, clasping her hands against the small of his back. The more time they spend together in close proximity like this, the easier it seems to... almost take it for granted. Except that's not it, exactly. Maybe more that it becomes a little too natural to touch one another with such familiarity and intimacy. Lune can admit to herself that she's missed him, whenever she's lifted her head from her own work long enough to realize she's not as accustomed to being by herself as she used to be, before the Expedition. She's tried not to fall back into her old habits of isolation entirely, and she's kept in touch with Sciel— whenever the other woman can pull herself away from Verso.
But, yes. It's easy now to tilt her chin up a little to better accept Gustave's kiss, brief as it is. It's easy to want more, so she leans in before he can pull away too far to return the peck with another one of her own, although the press of her lips lingers a bit too long for it to be called a mere "peck". ]
Stir the pot? You make me sound so nefarious. But if I distracted you from your train, I'll take it as a compliment. [ She smirks slightly. Of course she does. ]
But, I did want to come see what you thought of the camping situation. There's only a couple of hours of daylight left. We could set up inside the station here. Or if we'd rather not risk frostbite, we could camp a bit further down the mountain where the cold is not so severe. And if we want a bit more... privacy.
[ What could she possibly mean by that? Surely nothing inappropriate. ]
[ with the cold biting away at their skin even through the layers, it may prove even more difficult than normal to separate the two. Gustave had nearly forgotten about the brisk temperature with how focused he had been on his tinkering, but the reminder sinks in quickly when he finally stands still for more than a few seconds. having Lune and her coat around him is a familiar blanket that he has grown far too accustomed to. sometimes he's too hard on himself and wonders if it was right to allow him to become so comfortable.
but then he always seems to remember that this was never a one-sided affair. the attachment that's deepened between them is hardly unrequited. they have both done a swell job in enforcing that.
the proof is laid out pretty thickly by Lune, what with her stealing a second kiss that undoubtedly tempted a third or fourth. Gustave has to will himself not to slip a little tongue in on that one; he instead distracts himself by letting the good, clean side of that scruffy beard nuzzle up into the side of her face. if he can't look at her lips, then he might not be so compelled to consume them! ]
Riiight, right. Almost forgot about the constant need for tent-pitching. You know what doesn't require tent-pitching, right? [ Lumière. he's talking about Lumière. his bed is crying in his absence right now. ] —Really putting me at a crossroads here. Body heat is one of the greatest things to enjoy about thermodynamics, but I suppose getting naked and holding each other is not meant for the Grandis to see.
[ Gustave's eyes peer out to the window of the train behind them, lazily inspecting some piece of the railroad floating in the air haphazardly. he still doesn't know what they're supposed to do about all of the flotsam strung about throughout the Continent. the amount of bodies they'd need here borders the obscene, but... again, time is on their side for a change. these two can be the only humans for a little while longer. ]
Privacy is always much-loved. Though I hope you do remember that mountains are known for their echoes...
[ what could he possibly mean by that? surely nothing inappropriate. ]
[ Lune certainly isn't turning down a third or even fourth kiss, tongue or no, giving a little purr against his lips and squeezing her arms around him a little. Opposite to Gustave, Lune has been in a remarkably pleasant, almost effervescent mood since they returned to the Continent, finally free to poke and prod everything that catches her attention here to her heart's content, without the constant reminder in the back of her mind that they have no time for detours or distractions, that every day they're running out of time a little bit more.
She couldn't be happier, and that happiness is benefiting Gustave in the form of freely administered affection — whenever she's not otherwise preoccupied with her notes and research and myriad of questions, of course.
Breathing a soft laugh at Gustave's implication and the way he nuzzles his beard against her, Lune tsks playfully. She secretly (or maybe not entirely secretly) kind of likes it when his beard gets a little scruffy, a bit unkempt, like it has gotten during these handful of days they've already spent here. ]
Oh, where's your sense of adventure? Besides, I happen to be a very big fan of the way you... pitch a tent.
[ The teasing grin on her lips is audible in her tone, and a dead giveaway the innuendo was very much on purpose. ]
Hmm— down the mountain it is. [ The choice does have so many advantages, after all. ] I'm sure we could still manage a lesson in thermodynamics without freezing while we're at it.
[ Lune arches a dark brow, pursing her lips against another grin. ] Are they? Do you plan on being noisy?
[ having succeeded in their mission really has peeled away some additional layers to Lune that he never thought he would see. it's been one of life's truly great pleasures to witness her in a state of happiness unlike anything he's seen from her in the past. they had their rapport, their shared sense of snark and a penchant for going toe-to-toe in verbal arguments before, but the difference now had been night-and-day.
and that's a good thing that they were able to find something good to cling onto. had they not decided to pursue this new avenue of interest between them, they might dwell on all of the trauma that had to occur in order for them to get to this point. the lost souls of those who stood with them and before them isn't something Gustave ever dares forget, but he imagines they'd want nothing more than for him and the other survivors to make good on their sacrifices.
so, yes. he will take that third and fourth kiss, tickling his beard right along her chin while his lips drag right along her pout. he deserves it. they both did. so much so that he will steal a fifth, one that has him not-so-subtly biting down on her bottom tier just because he can. liberté and all that nonsense. ]
Your perversions are going to get the best of me. I'm supposed to be of sound mind and body! I'm— covered in oil, and not even the good kind.
[ he hasn't done much better in that regard, but it's much easier to put the blame on her. Gustave apologies in the way his arms have now left the bar behind him so that he could wrap them around the curve of her waist. they've decided to leave, but that did not mean that they could not enjoy this private little moment inside the train for sometime longer. ]
The only noise I plan to make involves, apparently, pitching tents. So, yes. Very noisy. What're you going to do about it, mm?
[ Not-so-subtly, Lune groans softly in response at that bite, said lips pulling into another smile of amusement at his complaints that she is very obviously not taking seriously at all. This is impossibly nice, and the way his own arms wrap around her make her even less inclined to leave him alone, any thoughts of perhaps picking up her own work for a bit longer while Gustave sorts things out with his train slowly but surely slipping through her fingers.
A first for her, surely. He should be proud of himself, really. ]
I seem to recall you always being an enthusiastic participant.
[ In said perversions, she means. As if to drive the point home, she leans closer in their embrace, hips pressing into his and her arms going around him a bit firmer still. Risking any possible oil smears, she stamps another kiss against the corner of his mouth, chuckling when she pulls back. ]
I can only encourage that. Besides... the Grandis use noise to drive away Nevrons. Maybe it'll work for us, too.
[ someone is in a mood, notes Gustave internally. there is nary a complaint from him regarding this observation. their fondness towards one another has blossomed to the point where it had become almost natural for PDA and affection to be at full display. were they so bold as to even, gasp, hold hands in the streets of Lumière prior to their departure? predictions say that if she was willing to get her back blown out in his workshop... yes.
so some hugs and kisses with the Grandis hovering around outside their train is hardly a concern. that's why Gustave takes it upon himself to bring his one clean hand down Lune's spine, fingers dancing down past the prominent deep in her back and eventually resting on her ass again. no pinch this time. just pure, unadulterated groping, enough to probably lift the poor lass up to the tips of her toes. ]
You make it kind of hard, heh, to not be.
[ the innuendo and perversions will always be blatant and thick between them. ]
Terribly irrelevant question that does not apply to anything perhaps happening in these very moments... did you pack any of those bikinis the Gestral made for you?
[ not that it matters right now! but is Gustave already remembering that one of their beaches was right around the corner at the bottom of the mountain? yes. surely there is an excuse for more research to be done at those mysterious locations. he's pretty confident he can bullshit enough of a reason to convince Lune. ]
[ The Grandis are hardly a concern in Lune's mind. She's fairly convinced they do not care about any displays of affection between a couple of humans, unlike the rest of Lumièrians who can be unbearably nosy. That freedom from the curiosities of their fellow denizens coupled with her joy of finally being able to indulge in the things she wants is, granted, making her feel a little... unruly. In a good way. A state certainly exacerbated by Gustave's closeness.
Not that them being an item was exactly a secret in the city. While they may not have been ever able to properly define this changed relationship between them, at least in so many words, every day it became a bit easier, a bit more natural, to slip her hand in his or kiss his cheek in public.
She gives a sharp little intake of breath when he grabs her ass, effectively pulling her even more flush against him and onto her tippytoes in the process — luckily she can hover, the weight taken off her poor toes entirely. ]
Could be harder, I deem. [ The sly murmur is cracked through a grin, the innuendo indeed laid on thick as their hips press flush. ]
Bikini? May I remind you that this is a serious research trip, not a beach vacation.
[ She almost manages to say that without any hint of a teasing smirk! Almost. ]
She deems, yet decides not to do anything about it.
[ cue the forced eyeroll that she probably can't see from this angle but may most certainly feel. Gustave didn't realize how cold his hand had gotten until he was blessed with the opportunity of letting it slide between Lune's thick layers of clothing. now that she's comfortable in the air, she will surely allow him to remain exactly as he is, fingers curled deeper around her shape to chase the warmth that is granted.
he's sad he already used his eyeroll before, because her next quip deserved it more! ]
Okay, well, I packed my swimsuit. There is plenty to research under the sea, if I must remind you. And then there's interviewing the Gestral and how they come up with their creative games...
[ ... games that threatened to bring them to an early end a time or two. he really is unsure if they should consider Monoco's species "friendly". spending more time with the Grandis is shifting his position on the matter. they're not as prone to accidentally murdering their human company.
but that's besides the point. thinking of the sun, warm waters and sand between his toes is comforting during times like this. no amount of Lune's teasing will stop that. ]
It's fine! It's fine. There is always skinny-dipping. Arguably better solution, really.
[ The teasing edge to her drawl could be another implication; or justification, perhaps. It's not rude, it's just a fact! Hovering a few inches off the ground as if she weighs nothing, Lune slips up his body just a bit, pulling her arms back and sandwiching her hands between their bodies, palms pressed against his chest, squeaking a little when his cool palm gets a proper handful of her. There's that lesson in body heat in action, huh. ]
I didn't say I didn't pack it, for the record. I was just curious to hear your argument on behalf of it. Surely we're staying away from those awful contraptions this time, though. You can't be hankering for another tumble off a rolling log?
[ Lune can't help but chuckle, remembering how many times he'd fallen into the water the last time. She loves the Gestrals, she really does, but those beach games they come up with are deranged. If Lune had to guess, it's the result of being hit in the head one time too many. ]
Skinny dipping, however— there could be some merit in the idea.
[ Could. Some. Hah. Snuggled up the way they are, Lune suddenly recalls something. ]
[ these two and their proclivities towards distractions. it speaks volumes about how deprived they must have been before they accepted that this was, in fact, a thing that was okay to explore and enjoy. Gustave pre-Expedition couldn't have been properly seduced even with heavy intoxication. his mind and obligations were in a purely different place — and for obvious reasons. yet here he is now, latched onto Lune and nearly forgetting what he was doing three minutes ago.
she's got a lot of power at her fingertips. it's a good thing she has no evil intent. ]
You'd be surprised the number of adjustments were done to my spine from those spills. Very refreshing. Made me feel a decade younger.
[ probably in body and mind, considering he may have suffered a concussion during them. only a mild one! it was well worth the price of admission whenever Lune might have graced his vision with the bikini on for the first time. probably the first time he realized he hadn't had sex in a long, long while.
Lune reminds him that he's not very clean right now, leaving him pulling his head back to take a look at her face properly. there is now the faintest remnants of smudges running right along the markings on her cheek. Gustave has to decide if now is a good time to cough up a white lie or not. ]
—It looks good on you? Look, you knew the risks. I really can't be blamed here.
[ and to double down on the damage, he swaps hands (careful to never leave her backside) so he can drag a tarnished finger along said smudge to spread it along the curve of her jaw. Lune strived to clean the mess from his face, yet here he is worsening the one on hers. he truly is a villain. ]
[ They were both under quite a bit of pressure and expectation prior to the Expedition. It would follow they were neither of them thinking of such things; even the way they fell into fooling around toward the end of the Expedition could be explained with simply needing to off-load that pressure and tension, to find some comfort in what could have very feasibly been their last days alive. Maybe it really isn't such a wonder they're now taking full advantage of their very changed situation as often as possible to make up for the years overtaken by duty— and to celebrate that they can. ]
Ugh...!
[ Her grunt of exasperation is coupled with a roll of her eyes at Gustave's claim of innocence, driven by the fact that he does have a point. She could have kept her greedy hands to herself, waited until later when they'd had the chance to clean up. But no. No, she didn't want to stop herself from touching him. She harrumphs again and shoots him a narrow-eyed look when he swaps hands and no doubt smudges the oil further along her jaw, lips pursing into a brief moue. ]
I don't believe you.
[ Never happened, indeed! But there's a glint of reluctant amusement in her dark eyes, too, her prissy look shifting into that of sly calculation soon enough. She will not be outplayed! The thing about literally hovering above the ground is that those svelte legs of hers are free to twine around his, which is exactly what they do. In the process, their lower halves press together even more firmly, and Lune rolls her hips once into his, exploratorily. ]
Well, seeing as how the damage is done... shall you tutor me in thermodynamics, professor, or would you like a hand packing up so we can start heading out?
[ Gustave prepared for the consequences of his actions immediately. Lune's wrath is not one to underestimate, but fortunately for him, he's done well to put himself on a special list that warrants a different kind of response. —mostly. it's still definitely possible for him to piss her off. she's cute in the way she responds, though; enough to make him smile as a chuckle rumbles through his throat low and warm. ]
I've made far worse messes of your face with hardly a complaint in the past! You look as good as new. —Mostly.
[ Lune's real response is physical, however. he did not prepare for the idea of her hopping onto him so easily, and perhaps that was an underestimation of her. he grunts and immediately moves to wrap both arms around her waist to brace her body around his. it's more instinctive than anything, because there was obviously no fear of her falling when she can keep herself in the air. neither of them will complain about this instinct, surely. ]
I'm... not sure how you think I can be convinced to leave when I have you like this now. And professor? [ typical guy, because of course it sounds attractive when Lune makes the play. ] Didn't know I picked up such a sexy apprentice from my teachings. More than happy to share some private lessons just for you...
[ they still have time yet to head out, he musters to himself. he'll even stumble around in the dark if he must. Gustave would be a fool to ignore a pretty lady latching herself onto him. ]
[ Lune can't help but bark a quiet laugh, knowing — remembering — exactly what sort of messes Gustave is referring to. Fond memories, indeed. ]
Brazen of you to remind me!
[ Any outrage, faked or otherwise, seems completely wiped away by the time she has her thighs firmly squeezed about his hips, smiling at the way he instinctively moves to hold her even though he doesn't really need to. Truthfully, her intention was just to tease him a little, to remind him of what he has to look forward to once they make camp further down the mountain, but she's rapidly changing her mind. Especially since he's responding so eagerly, particularly after she drops that little moniker. It's all very flattering, a small grin tugging at her lips.
A quick little tryst in a train? Now how can they pass that up? The cold around is negotiable— perhaps even proving a bit of additional spice to this. ]
Oh yes, sir— do impart your wisdom. [ Lips twitching, her hands slip between them and start unbuttoning her own waistcoat, then the shirt beneath, gooseflesh prickling at the pale skin of full cleavage revealed. ] Teach me.
[ the lady who has decided to mount her boy right there on the spot does not get to call him brazen. pot meet kettle! could he accept a reality where they are both brazen? of course, but it's always more fun to blame Lune for all of the trouble they have been getting into as of late.
this is fairly harmless, in the grand scheme of things. the train is far enough away from most of the foot traffic of the station, and the Grandis don't tend to move very far from their delegated spots anyway. there are windows, of course, but fortunately the doors were still functional and they were left to their own machinations in relative privacy.
how much sound may or may not travel through her is a different matter. there is a non-zero chance that the mountains are the last thing to be worried about now that their minds are drifting a certain direction. ]
I might not have much left to teach with how quick you are! Talented little thing, aren't you?
[ Gustave snickers as his arms release their coil around her waist. he knows she is secure now, and he can't let her be the only one stripping away at a moment's notice. he's pulling his scarf off from around his neck and dropping it lazily on the bar beside them, and his jacket is soon to follow when he manages to shrug it off. the cold becomes much more obvious as his body becomes more exposed to the elements, but he doesn't even have the time to process it. there are other pressing matters on the agenda — specifically, Lune's body pressing into his. ]
Though I suppose I can come up with a thing or two. You can start by unbuckling my belt... stuff your hand in there and fetch for my cock.
[ he'd remind her that this is exhibit A for how thermodynamics benefit them, but the nerd-talk can be shelved temporarily now that they're properly into this. ]
[ Lune can admit to being the instigator plenty of times in these sort of situations. And why not, when he always plays along so beautifully? Maybe they're still working on that backlog of repressed sexual and emotional desire they both have, not (just) for each other but in general; duty and responsibility outweighing personal needs for far longer than they should have. No longer having to repress every impulse and need is a rather wonderful thing. If they're taking full, unapologetic advantage of that, Lune doesn't see a problem. ]
What can I say? You're inspiring me.
[ With a low chuckle of her own, she pops the last button of her shirt while Gustave gets rid of some clothing of his own, the fabric gaping and baring her down to her navel, clinging to her shoulders as she's still wearing her coat. The nip of coldness makes her skin prickle and nipples perk, but she hardly feels it when the warmth of arousal is gathering deep between her hips.
The brazen instruction has her smirking, those quick, nimble hands now diving between them. She pulls her hips back, giving herself enough room to work open his belt buckle with an audible, metallic click. The button and fly of his trousers follow, made quick work of— her dominant hand slips beneath the waistband of both trousers and underwear, unerringly finding her prize like he'd told her to. A humming purr of approval escapes her when those slender fingers wrap around his cock without coyness. ]
Friction is good for keeping warm, isn't it?
[ Grinning outright, Lune pulls his cock out of his pants, shielded between their bodies. Without waiting for response, that hand begins to move, fisting him up and down. How about those thermodynamics, hm? ]
Glad my inspirational efforts yield such pretty rewards. And my, you're so very pretty.
[ he's never been shy about reminding Lune of his attraction to her. not since they allowed themselves to feel something that wasn't fear, dread or any other various curse gifted upon them during their first trip to the Continent. it's a very liberating feeling to embrace. Lune had always been easy on the eyes since he's known her — he's undoubtedly caught himself staring for too long during one of her public performances. whenever that happened, he had been sure to shrug it off. there was no reason or need to think about such matters back then. they weren't at an age where they could enjoy such distractions.
that was then. now? a different game with different rules altogether. they were in their prime with hopefully much life to be lived, and Gustave wasn't intent on letting things pass him by any longer. he has plenty of interest in the innards and machinations of this train, but he'd throw it all out the window for a half hour of generating heat with Lune. the train will still be here after. ]
Mmm... I don't know. Pretty chilly today. Just going to have to work my dick harder, aren't you?
[ brazen is the mindset right now; death to modesty and restraint. that's why he wasn't particularly gentle with the way he ripped his vest apart from its buttons. he can sew the one that popped off back on later. he's particularly motivated by the relief washing over him with Lune's hand stroking away at his length. the mere sight of tanned breasts spilling out from her shirt is enough to stop him from whatever task he had in mind. his flesh hand was immediately soothing its palm along the fullness of one of her cups, thumb working over a nipple that no doubt responded to the frigid air long before he started playing with it. ]
Just realized something. We've never... heh, properly taken advantage of your, ah, floaty... ness. How hard is it to stay in the air when you're being fucked senseless, I wonder.
[ The flattering compliment garners Gustave a fond smile from the woman clinging to him, tinged with playful amusement as it is, and Lune leans in to press her mouth back against his in another kiss— firm and hungry but appreciative, returning that earlier nip with a light bite of her own to his bottom lip. She's yet to tire of hearing him say such pretty things to her, nor is she planning on letting them float by without a reward.
But his counterargument pulls a low laugh from her, those slender fingers pausing for a brief moment to squeeze indulgently around his cock before picking up the smooth, eager strokes up and down, as always enjoying the generous handful that to her judgment seems to be filling and firming up quite admirably in spite of the adverse temperature. ]
It doesn't seem to be disadvantaging you very much. But, I am open to— uh, mm...
[ His warm hand smooths over a soft breast, thumbing a pearled nipple that stiffens a little more at such treatment, and she sighs in delight at the sensation. ]
...Open to suggestions.
[ Not about to disappoint, her hand picks up the pace, stroking his awakening cock with more vigor. No matter how many times she's already had him since they've started carrying on with each other, Lune still can't wait to have him split her apart all over again, feeling herself grow more aroused at the mere thought. And speaking of arousing thoughts... the idea of using her pictos to float in the air while he fucks her is making her feel so warm the cold around is barely a tingle against her skin. ]
Sounds to me like an oversight we should correct, hm? Conduct an... experiment.
[ She grins a touch slyly. Not exactly what they came here to study, but hey. ]
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Consider it forgotten. I don't think I even want to begin to imagine what you meant by that.
[ Lune's hands slip from his waist and dive beneath his coat, slinging her arms loosely around him, clasping her hands against the small of his back. The more time they spend together in close proximity like this, the easier it seems to... almost take it for granted. Except that's not it, exactly. Maybe more that it becomes a little too natural to touch one another with such familiarity and intimacy. Lune can admit to herself that she's missed him, whenever she's lifted her head from her own work long enough to realize she's not as accustomed to being by herself as she used to be, before the Expedition. She's tried not to fall back into her old habits of isolation entirely, and she's kept in touch with Sciel— whenever the other woman can pull herself away from Verso.
But, yes. It's easy now to tilt her chin up a little to better accept Gustave's kiss, brief as it is. It's easy to want more, so she leans in before he can pull away too far to return the peck with another one of her own, although the press of her lips lingers a bit too long for it to be called a mere "peck". ]
Stir the pot? You make me sound so nefarious. But if I distracted you from your train, I'll take it as a compliment. [ She smirks slightly. Of course she does. ]
But, I did want to come see what you thought of the camping situation. There's only a couple of hours of daylight left. We could set up inside the station here. Or if we'd rather not risk frostbite, we could camp a bit further down the mountain where the cold is not so severe. And if we want a bit more... privacy.
[ What could she possibly mean by that? Surely nothing inappropriate. ]
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but then he always seems to remember that this was never a one-sided affair. the attachment that's deepened between them is hardly unrequited. they have both done a swell job in enforcing that.
the proof is laid out pretty thickly by Lune, what with her stealing a second kiss that undoubtedly tempted a third or fourth. Gustave has to will himself not to slip a little tongue in on that one; he instead distracts himself by letting the good, clean side of that scruffy beard nuzzle up into the side of her face. if he can't look at her lips, then he might not be so compelled to consume them! ]
Riiight, right. Almost forgot about the constant need for tent-pitching. You know what doesn't require tent-pitching, right? [ Lumière. he's talking about Lumière. his bed is crying in his absence right now. ] —Really putting me at a crossroads here. Body heat is one of the greatest things to enjoy about thermodynamics, but I suppose getting naked and holding each other is not meant for the Grandis to see.
[ Gustave's eyes peer out to the window of the train behind them, lazily inspecting some piece of the railroad floating in the air haphazardly. he still doesn't know what they're supposed to do about all of the flotsam strung about throughout the Continent. the amount of bodies they'd need here borders the obscene, but... again, time is on their side for a change. these two can be the only humans for a little while longer. ]
Privacy is always much-loved. Though I hope you do remember that mountains are known for their echoes...
[ what could he possibly mean by that? surely nothing inappropriate. ]
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She couldn't be happier, and that happiness is benefiting Gustave in the form of freely administered affection — whenever she's not otherwise preoccupied with her notes and research and myriad of questions, of course.
Breathing a soft laugh at Gustave's implication and the way he nuzzles his beard against her, Lune tsks playfully. She secretly (or maybe not entirely secretly) kind of likes it when his beard gets a little scruffy, a bit unkempt, like it has gotten during these handful of days they've already spent here. ]
Oh, where's your sense of adventure? Besides, I happen to be a very big fan of the way you... pitch a tent.
[ The teasing grin on her lips is audible in her tone, and a dead giveaway the innuendo was very much on purpose. ]
Hmm— down the mountain it is. [ The choice does have so many advantages, after all. ] I'm sure we could still manage a lesson in thermodynamics without freezing while we're at it.
[ Lune arches a dark brow, pursing her lips against another grin. ] Are they? Do you plan on being noisy?
[ No, it's definitely her, more often than not. ]
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and that's a good thing that they were able to find something good to cling onto. had they not decided to pursue this new avenue of interest between them, they might dwell on all of the trauma that had to occur in order for them to get to this point. the lost souls of those who stood with them and before them isn't something Gustave ever dares forget, but he imagines they'd want nothing more than for him and the other survivors to make good on their sacrifices.
so, yes. he will take that third and fourth kiss, tickling his beard right along her chin while his lips drag right along her pout. he deserves it. they both did. so much so that he will steal a fifth, one that has him not-so-subtly biting down on her bottom tier just because he can. liberté and all that nonsense. ]
Your perversions are going to get the best of me. I'm supposed to be of sound mind and body! I'm— covered in oil, and not even the good kind.
[ he hasn't done much better in that regard, but it's much easier to put the blame on her. Gustave apologies in the way his arms have now left the bar behind him so that he could wrap them around the curve of her waist. they've decided to leave, but that did not mean that they could not enjoy this private little moment inside the train for sometime longer. ]
The only noise I plan to make involves, apparently, pitching tents. So, yes. Very noisy. What're you going to do about it, mm?
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A first for her, surely. He should be proud of himself, really. ]
I seem to recall you always being an enthusiastic participant.
[ In said perversions, she means. As if to drive the point home, she leans closer in their embrace, hips pressing into his and her arms going around him a bit firmer still. Risking any possible oil smears, she stamps another kiss against the corner of his mouth, chuckling when she pulls back. ]
I can only encourage that. Besides... the Grandis use noise to drive away Nevrons. Maybe it'll work for us, too.
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so some hugs and kisses with the Grandis hovering around outside their train is hardly a concern. that's why Gustave takes it upon himself to bring his one clean hand down Lune's spine, fingers dancing down past the prominent deep in her back and eventually resting on her ass again. no pinch this time. just pure, unadulterated groping, enough to probably lift the poor lass up to the tips of her toes. ]
You make it kind of hard, heh, to not be.
[ the innuendo and perversions will always be blatant and thick between them. ]
Terribly irrelevant question that does not apply to anything perhaps happening in these very moments... did you pack any of those bikinis the Gestral made for you?
[ not that it matters right now! but is Gustave already remembering that one of their beaches was right around the corner at the bottom of the mountain? yes. surely there is an excuse for more research to be done at those mysterious locations. he's pretty confident he can bullshit enough of a reason to convince Lune. ]
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Not that them being an item was exactly a secret in the city. While they may not have been ever able to properly define this changed relationship between them, at least in so many words, every day it became a bit easier, a bit more natural, to slip her hand in his or kiss his cheek in public.
She gives a sharp little intake of breath when he grabs her ass, effectively pulling her even more flush against him and onto her tippytoes in the process — luckily she can hover, the weight taken off her poor toes entirely. ]
Could be harder, I deem. [ The sly murmur is cracked through a grin, the innuendo indeed laid on thick as their hips press flush. ]
Bikini? May I remind you that this is a serious research trip, not a beach vacation.
[ She almost manages to say that without any hint of a teasing smirk! Almost. ]
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[ cue the forced eyeroll that she probably can't see from this angle but may most certainly feel. Gustave didn't realize how cold his hand had gotten until he was blessed with the opportunity of letting it slide between Lune's thick layers of clothing. now that she's comfortable in the air, she will surely allow him to remain exactly as he is, fingers curled deeper around her shape to chase the warmth that is granted.
he's sad he already used his eyeroll before, because her next quip deserved it more! ]
Okay, well, I packed my swimsuit. There is plenty to research under the sea, if I must remind you. And then there's interviewing the Gestral and how they come up with their creative games...
[ ... games that threatened to bring them to an early end a time or two. he really is unsure if they should consider Monoco's species "friendly". spending more time with the Grandis is shifting his position on the matter. they're not as prone to accidentally murdering their human company.
but that's besides the point. thinking of the sun, warm waters and sand between his toes is comforting during times like this. no amount of Lune's teasing will stop that. ]
It's fine! It's fine. There is always skinny-dipping. Arguably better solution, really.
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[ The teasing edge to her drawl could be another implication; or justification, perhaps. It's not rude, it's just a fact! Hovering a few inches off the ground as if she weighs nothing, Lune slips up his body just a bit, pulling her arms back and sandwiching her hands between their bodies, palms pressed against his chest, squeaking a little when his cool palm gets a proper handful of her. There's that lesson in body heat in action, huh. ]
I didn't say I didn't pack it, for the record. I was just curious to hear your argument on behalf of it. Surely we're staying away from those awful contraptions this time, though. You can't be hankering for another tumble off a rolling log?
[ Lune can't help but chuckle, remembering how many times he'd fallen into the water the last time. She loves the Gestrals, she really does, but those beach games they come up with are deranged. If Lune had to guess, it's the result of being hit in the head one time too many. ]
Skinny dipping, however— there could be some merit in the idea.
[ Could. Some. Hah. Snuggled up the way they are, Lune suddenly recalls something. ]
...Did you get oil on me?
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she's got a lot of power at her fingertips. it's a good thing she has no evil intent. ]
You'd be surprised the number of adjustments were done to my spine from those spills. Very refreshing. Made me feel a decade younger.
[ probably in body and mind, considering he may have suffered a concussion during them. only a mild one! it was well worth the price of admission whenever Lune might have graced his vision with the bikini on for the first time. probably the first time he realized he hadn't had sex in a long, long while.
Lune reminds him that he's not very clean right now, leaving him pulling his head back to take a look at her face properly. there is now the faintest remnants of smudges running right along the markings on her cheek. Gustave has to decide if now is a good time to cough up a white lie or not. ]
—It looks good on you? Look, you knew the risks. I really can't be blamed here.
[ and to double down on the damage, he swaps hands (careful to never leave her backside) so he can drag a tarnished finger along said smudge to spread it along the curve of her jaw. Lune strived to clean the mess from his face, yet here he is worsening the one on hers. he truly is a villain. ]
There, like it never happened. Heh.
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Ugh...!
[ Her grunt of exasperation is coupled with a roll of her eyes at Gustave's claim of innocence, driven by the fact that he does have a point. She could have kept her greedy hands to herself, waited until later when they'd had the chance to clean up. But no. No, she didn't want to stop herself from touching him. She harrumphs again and shoots him a narrow-eyed look when he swaps hands and no doubt smudges the oil further along her jaw, lips pursing into a brief moue. ]
I don't believe you.
[ Never happened, indeed! But there's a glint of reluctant amusement in her dark eyes, too, her prissy look shifting into that of sly calculation soon enough. She will not be outplayed! The thing about literally hovering above the ground is that those svelte legs of hers are free to twine around his, which is exactly what they do. In the process, their lower halves press together even more firmly, and Lune rolls her hips once into his, exploratorily. ]
Well, seeing as how the damage is done... shall you tutor me in thermodynamics, professor, or would you like a hand packing up so we can start heading out?
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I've made far worse messes of your face with hardly a complaint in the past! You look as good as new. —Mostly.
[ Lune's real response is physical, however. he did not prepare for the idea of her hopping onto him so easily, and perhaps that was an underestimation of her. he grunts and immediately moves to wrap both arms around her waist to brace her body around his. it's more instinctive than anything, because there was obviously no fear of her falling when she can keep herself in the air. neither of them will complain about this instinct, surely. ]
I'm... not sure how you think I can be convinced to leave when I have you like this now. And professor? [ typical guy, because of course it sounds attractive when Lune makes the play. ] Didn't know I picked up such a sexy apprentice from my teachings. More than happy to share some private lessons just for you...
[ they still have time yet to head out, he musters to himself. he'll even stumble around in the dark if he must. Gustave would be a fool to ignore a pretty lady latching herself onto him. ]
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Brazen of you to remind me!
[ Any outrage, faked or otherwise, seems completely wiped away by the time she has her thighs firmly squeezed about his hips, smiling at the way he instinctively moves to hold her even though he doesn't really need to. Truthfully, her intention was just to tease him a little, to remind him of what he has to look forward to once they make camp further down the mountain, but she's rapidly changing her mind. Especially since he's responding so eagerly, particularly after she drops that little moniker. It's all very flattering, a small grin tugging at her lips.
A quick little tryst in a train? Now how can they pass that up? The cold around is negotiable— perhaps even proving a bit of additional spice to this. ]
Oh yes, sir— do impart your wisdom. [ Lips twitching, her hands slip between them and start unbuttoning her own waistcoat, then the shirt beneath, gooseflesh prickling at the pale skin of full cleavage revealed. ] Teach me.
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this is fairly harmless, in the grand scheme of things. the train is far enough away from most of the foot traffic of the station, and the Grandis don't tend to move very far from their delegated spots anyway. there are windows, of course, but fortunately the doors were still functional and they were left to their own machinations in relative privacy.
how much sound may or may not travel through her is a different matter. there is a non-zero chance that the mountains are the last thing to be worried about now that their minds are drifting a certain direction. ]
I might not have much left to teach with how quick you are! Talented little thing, aren't you?
[ Gustave snickers as his arms release their coil around her waist. he knows she is secure now, and he can't let her be the only one stripping away at a moment's notice. he's pulling his scarf off from around his neck and dropping it lazily on the bar beside them, and his jacket is soon to follow when he manages to shrug it off. the cold becomes much more obvious as his body becomes more exposed to the elements, but he doesn't even have the time to process it. there are other pressing matters on the agenda — specifically, Lune's body pressing into his. ]
Though I suppose I can come up with a thing or two. You can start by unbuckling my belt... stuff your hand in there and fetch for my cock.
[ he'd remind her that this is exhibit A for how thermodynamics benefit them, but the nerd-talk can be shelved temporarily now that they're properly into this. ]
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What can I say? You're inspiring me.
[ With a low chuckle of her own, she pops the last button of her shirt while Gustave gets rid of some clothing of his own, the fabric gaping and baring her down to her navel, clinging to her shoulders as she's still wearing her coat. The nip of coldness makes her skin prickle and nipples perk, but she hardly feels it when the warmth of arousal is gathering deep between her hips.
The brazen instruction has her smirking, those quick, nimble hands now diving between them. She pulls her hips back, giving herself enough room to work open his belt buckle with an audible, metallic click. The button and fly of his trousers follow, made quick work of— her dominant hand slips beneath the waistband of both trousers and underwear, unerringly finding her prize like he'd told her to. A humming purr of approval escapes her when those slender fingers wrap around his cock without coyness. ]
Friction is good for keeping warm, isn't it?
[ Grinning outright, Lune pulls his cock out of his pants, shielded between their bodies. Without waiting for response, that hand begins to move, fisting him up and down. How about those thermodynamics, hm? ]
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[ he's never been shy about reminding Lune of his attraction to her. not since they allowed themselves to feel something that wasn't fear, dread or any other various curse gifted upon them during their first trip to the Continent. it's a very liberating feeling to embrace. Lune had always been easy on the eyes since he's known her — he's undoubtedly caught himself staring for too long during one of her public performances. whenever that happened, he had been sure to shrug it off. there was no reason or need to think about such matters back then. they weren't at an age where they could enjoy such distractions.
that was then. now? a different game with different rules altogether. they were in their prime with hopefully much life to be lived, and Gustave wasn't intent on letting things pass him by any longer. he has plenty of interest in the innards and machinations of this train, but he'd throw it all out the window for a half hour of generating heat with Lune. the train will still be here after. ]
Mmm... I don't know. Pretty chilly today. Just going to have to work my dick harder, aren't you?
[ brazen is the mindset right now; death to modesty and restraint. that's why he wasn't particularly gentle with the way he ripped his vest apart from its buttons. he can sew the one that popped off back on later. he's particularly motivated by the relief washing over him with Lune's hand stroking away at his length. the mere sight of tanned breasts spilling out from her shirt is enough to stop him from whatever task he had in mind. his flesh hand was immediately soothing its palm along the fullness of one of her cups, thumb working over a nipple that no doubt responded to the frigid air long before he started playing with it. ]
Just realized something. We've never... heh, properly taken advantage of your, ah, floaty... ness. How hard is it to stay in the air when you're being fucked senseless, I wonder.
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But his counterargument pulls a low laugh from her, those slender fingers pausing for a brief moment to squeeze indulgently around his cock before picking up the smooth, eager strokes up and down, as always enjoying the generous handful that to her judgment seems to be filling and firming up quite admirably in spite of the adverse temperature. ]
It doesn't seem to be disadvantaging you very much. But, I am open to— uh, mm...
[ His warm hand smooths over a soft breast, thumbing a pearled nipple that stiffens a little more at such treatment, and she sighs in delight at the sensation. ]
...Open to suggestions.
[ Not about to disappoint, her hand picks up the pace, stroking his awakening cock with more vigor. No matter how many times she's already had him since they've started carrying on with each other, Lune still can't wait to have him split her apart all over again, feeling herself grow more aroused at the mere thought. And speaking of arousing thoughts... the idea of using her pictos to float in the air while he fucks her is making her feel so warm the cold around is barely a tingle against her skin. ]
Sounds to me like an oversight we should correct, hm? Conduct an... experiment.
[ She grins a touch slyly. Not exactly what they came here to study, but hey. ]