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[molotov]

Who: Molotov and you
What: infected and sick... with lust
When: 11/22, evening
Where: all over, wherever
Rating: probably... up to R

When the flu symptoms cleared up, Molotov shrugged it off. She figured it was just the castle fucking around with the residents, as she never got sick, and wouldn't it have lasted longer if she was actually getting ill? So she decided to go about her business without really thinking about it or digging into the journal -- if the castle was giving everyone temporary colds, then the journal would just be filled with a lot of useless bitching.

Which only made it a bonus that she recovered so quickly. It gave her plenty of time to roam the castle and accomplish the things that she usually didn't get to bother with, due to the overwhelming presence of the other residents.

She barely noticed any change at all, not until something in the back of her mind made her think that maybe she should go find her husband. But he'd still been sick when she left, so she just stayed out. Stayed out and... well.

Anything can happen in the castle.

Comments

[i_got_this]

South's been back in armor since the whole Cat incident, but in addition she's been less inclined to stay inside and alone. She tends to keep to the lobby or the kitchen, some more of the high-traffic areas.

[molotov]

Molotov's throat is still a touch scratchy. That's surely a good reason to be eating a popsicle in November. In the most obscene possible way.

[i_got_this]

Yeah, South just stops and stares at that. It's repulsive, but in a small way a bit impressive.

"You must really like popsicles, huh?"

[molotov]

"They just taste so good," she answered, just way way way too into it.

[i_got_this]

"Yeah. I think I can see that ..." Wow, this is getting really ... awkward. "You two should think about getting a room."

[molotov]

"Why would we?" she asks, looking genuinely curious as she slowly licks up the popsicle.

[i_got_this]

South doesn't answer for a moment, caught in a meaningless "Uhhhhhhh....." before she shakes her head and clears her throat. "Because, well, uh ... you know, because ..."

[molotov]

"Because?"

At this point, it should be pretty obvious that Molotov doesn't have much of a gag reflex left. Thanks, husband!

[i_got_this]

There are no words, sounds, or movements from South for nearly a full minute, equal parts repulsed and turned on, and when she moves it's to take a careful step backwards.

"You know what, maybe I'll just ... go ...."

[molotov]

Molotov leans over the counter, making sure her tits are on better display than usual. And they're usually on pretty good display anyway, so.

"So soon?"

[i_got_this]

"Yeah, you know I think I left a ... melon in the bathtub or something ..."

More awkward steps backward, and oops that's the kitchen table she's bumping into.

[molotov]

"Don't try to run away," Molotov purrs, and she suddenly feels powerful, like she can make anyone do anything she wants. "You should stay here. With me."

[i_got_this]

"I ... I guess I could." South freezes in place for a moment, getting ready to make a hasty getaway one moment and then feeling the oddest sensation of not wanting to leave. Maybe she should stay here. The popsicle display had been captivating, right?

[molotov]

With a smirk, Molotov leans her head in her hand, and watches South. "And don't you think the armor is a little extreme? Couldn't you take it off?"

[i_got_this]

"Yeah, sure." Part of South, a small, overpowered part, thinks this is not at all what should be happening right now, but she's reaching up to remove her helmet without a word of resistance, and sets it on the table before unclasping her plated gloves. It's not a quick endeavor, especially alone, but she goes about it one piece at a time until she's standing there in the black undersuiting.

[molotov]

"There now, isn't that nicer?" Molotov asks, standing up straight to head over to this woman. "What is your name?"

[i_got_this]

South doesn't move, letting the woman approach her. "Agent South Dakota, or just South."

[molotov]

"Hello, South. I am Molotov," she says confidently. "Has anyone ever told you that you are very pretty?"

[i_got_this]

She sputters lightly for a moment. She'd been called a lot of things in her life, but pretty wasn't really something she heard often. "Not, well .. not recently? I--thank you?"

[molotov]

Molotov just reaches out to gently push the bangs out of South's eyes. "You are welcome. Have you been in the castle long, South?"

I should probably mention that South is immune to the virus >.>

[i_got_this]

"Uh ... Yeah, since, uh, since April." South's wondering why she's lwtting this woman gt so close, but she's still not at all inclined to leave.

all the better for her!

[molotov]

"That isn't long at all," Molotov snorts, teasing, and then places her hands on South's hips, pulling her nearer. "I have been here for years."

:3

[i_got_this]

"Hasn't felt like a quick vacation to me." South's reply is soft and slow, as she's become mesmerized by Molotov's closeness. She allows herself to be pulled in with complete compliance ever since she'd been told not to run, to stay.

[molotov]

"No? Too bad," Molotov says, her face only a hair away from South's. "Maybe you should try the pool or have a drink."

Not that there's time for that. Because now Molotov is going to occupy her time with kissing. Go swimming later, South.

[i_got_this]

The only swimming that's happening is in South's head as she struggles to try and figure out what just happened, and then sort of realizing she doesn't care. Afer a fumbled moment she's kissing back, little thought to why.