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Who: Everyone
When: Day 13, afternoon
Where: Public Lounge

[ Guess who's trying to earn as many Sparks as possible? This guy. So on Day 13, sometime during the day each Team may have received a quick visit from this guy, encouraging them to come to the public lounge during the afternoon to partecipate on a get to know each other exercise. For anyone who asks, he'll explain on very generic terms that it's just a game of truth or dare or kiss, and he's going to try his best to convince people to actually show up.

For those who do show up at the public lounge in the afternoon, he's going to explain the basic set up ]

All right, so, the whole thing is pretty simple. Usually, I guess there should be something to spin or help with randomly selecting people, but that's going to get complicated, so let's skip that one. You see someone you want to get to know, you partner up with 'em.

Here's the rules. You ask your partner to pick Truth or Dare, and ask or provide your challenge accordingly. As the person who's been asked or challenged, you will have the option to back out of it by kissing your partner instead. Doesn't have to be anywhere specific, there's kids here.

You won't win anything out of it except, huh, my gratitude for taking part, I guess.

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Mmmm...I am certain.

[His hands settle on her hips like they belong there and when she thinks of all the things he's done with them so far, she cannot help the shudder that rolls down her entire body and leaves her twitching between her thighs.

She makes a note--there certainly are a lot of these in the making, aren't there--to tie his hands back another time if he would be amenable. She cannot help but think of how he could easily touch her like this and she does not know if she wants that or not.

But she's gotten a headstart on this, she will not cede so easily.]

[ Crow does not remember that he has a bondage kind. He definitely has a bondage kink.

He's sliding his hands slowly up from her hips right now though, inching up, up, up and she probably knows what his goal is. Probably. He's taking his sweet time getting there though, savouring the feel of her as though the way she's moving isn't affecting him at all.

It definitely is. ]

[She is not going to make this easy for him, even if his success would mean absolutely delicious things for her. Too many chances of cracking, too many possibilities of losing. Unacceptable.

With an incredible display of core strength she creeps forward while her hips are still raised and leans entirely against him before stealing his lips for a kiss, though her hips have not ceased their slow snakelike undulating. Fitting, because she means to strike, vicious and unexpected.]

[ It wouldn't be fun if she made it easy. What's the point if it's not a challenge?

He's losing his mind in the best ways at the way she's moving against him, rocking his hips into her but not letting her coax him into losing control entirely. It's not enough, but the sweet pleasure of holding off is heady and undeniable. He loves it, even as he's going out of his head over it.

He responds to the kiss lewdly, hungrily. It's raw and it's wanting and you wouldn't think they'd both already gotten off multiple times with the way he's almost trying to devour her. Meanwhile, his hands are continuing their slow climb upwards, ever-closer to their goal. ]

[She does not want to be outdone, she does not want to be left behind, and it is only good practise to meet his passion, it's why she immediately deepens the kiss. Her hand coming to cradle his face though it grows less gentle with every passing moment. She wants this, lives for this, that feeling of hunger and she would gladly let him take what he pleased even if she seems otherwise.

But even if he meets with this, this wanton heat, this desire to devour, it only reminds her how she could do the same--take him wholly into herself, satisfy them both and she feels herself tremble slightly.

She is loath to do so but she pulls away, licking his lips before she speaks against them.]

I feel like you may impress me, at this rate.

[He still has so much left in him.

She wants to take it all.]

I'm a pretty impressive guy, if I do say so myself.

[ Which he does, amnesia be damned. He'd be lying to himself if he said some of that confidence wasn't a show, but he's fine with faking it until he makes it. And it's not like it's entirely a lie, he does feel pretty good about himself. He just doesn't have much in his mind to back it up.

Though he's pretty solidly there with the sex.

He's raising his head slightly to meet with her lips and get back to kissing her hungrily. ]

[Her interest is piqued in a way that is entirely divorced from their present proceedings, considering her previous experience with amnesiacs. She wonders if his attitude has any merit or not.

Hm. That is perhaps for another time. She knows something he is impressive at, for the moment. That is all that matters.

For now, her hand slithers along his sides until she can take a hold of him in her soft, slick hand to stroke while her hips continue to circle and slide.]

[ Aidios, that feels so good that his eyes actually roll momentarily into the back of his head and he lets out a long, low moan. He needs something to distract himself from giving in so soon, and his hands move a bit more quickly to her breasts, to her nipples and he's pinching them firmly and in unison. ]

Fantastic. Ah, how lovely...

[Oh--yes, that is a marvelous expression on him. Her eyes brighten and her pupils dilate. Witnessing his pleasure is as good as receiving her own, in some ways. It is so affirming to know that she can affect others in this way.]

Ahh--so rough--

[She mewls at the sensation shooting straight down and feels her hips roll a little lower.]

[ Oh, that's nice. That expression on her face, the way she's moving-- he keeps up what he's doing, pinching and rubbing her nipples in circles, watching her reactions and movements as he does.

This is so much fun. ]

Mmm...

[The tables have not turned, but they're shifting, slightly. Her brow quivers and she worries her bottom lip with her teeth and speeds her hand up in response.

The space between her legs begins to twitch incessantly, but she does her best to ignore it.]

[ He undulates his hips towards her in a manner far more leisurely than he's actually feeling, all the while continuing to tweak at her nipples. He's not entirely gentle, but as long as she doesn't seem to hate it he'll keep it up.

He's watching her face, her reactions, very intently. She looks fucking amazing like this, both he and his dick are very grateful right now. ]

[She could hold out longer, she could--really, but she feels really hot and the way he is moving like this does not affect him when it clearly must makes her want to do something about it. She lifts herself off a little, just enough to angle herself properly and with a determined set of her hips, thrusts him all the way inside.

To the hilt.

It's hot, it's hot! And he's so hard and big and moments pass before she hears herself, realises that she is moaning as she squeezes around him.]

[ Her wet folds encase him fully, completely and she feels amazing. And now that she's impaled herself on him he's far less leisurely about his thrusts, want and need driving him relentlessly-- his own need, the need to make her continue moaning like that.

She's so hot it feels like he could burn from it, but it's so good that he thinks he wouldn't mind. ]

[She is loath to part from the heat of his chest but she straightens, a leaf unfurling, her hands bracing against his stomach as he thrusts up into her. She means to steel herself against the impact as he invades her over and over again. He has so much power despite where he is and she cannot stop gasping.

But, she remembers. She needed to ride, needed to win, needed to make him feel just as much and her fingers curl and spread as though she means to reach and take hold of the control that has slipped through them. It is is slow to start but very quickly she starts to reach up and bounce in time with his thrusts, finding the perfect rhythm with him.]