Dec 09 02:40:19 106 PA - Confusion in the heart

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Fri Dec 09 02:40:19 106 PA.

A stainless steel kitchen sits to the right of the doorway, shiny and clean. To the left, a fireplace is seated back in the wall, a white surround making it a central feature of the rooms. The floor is carpeted, a thick white carpet from wall to wall, except for the kitchen and the little areas in front of the door, where black slate is used. In front of the fire, a large purple couch and two comfy looking chairs are placed, positioned to enjoy the warmth from the fire. Two bedrooms link from the living-room, as does a luxurious bathroom, with both shower and a deep bath.

The bedroom to the right holds a large bed, with high wooden sides and shaped slightly oddly, the shoulders wider than the top or bottom of the bed. A dark purple throw covers it, made from silk patches. The walls have a couple of black and white photographs in them, artistically framed with black wooden surrounds.

The left bedroom is a study, with a large desk and several bookshelves full of medical tomes. A computer is on that desk, with an office chair in front of it.

It is late afternoon and the shower is running. A few minutes later, the sound of running water ceases, though the sound of singing is now audible through the bathroom door. "J'ai trouve l'eau si belle que je m'y suis baigne..."

The front door slams and the sound of someone moving through the apartment could be heard. A thud as boots are kicked across the room and Maya pads towards her bedroom barefoot. Loud enough to be heard over the singing, "C'est des conneries!" Then the singing seems to penetrate her mind, and the swearing stops, Maya turning to stare at the bathroom door for a moment.

The bathroom door opens and a head pokes out. A head normally framed with shaggy brown hair, though that, at the moment, is wet and slicked back. "No, the water were actually so nice that I had to bathe myself. Ain't a connerie, that."

The women stares for a moment before giving a laugh and a shake of her head. "Miki." She speaks the name as a breath of relief. "Drink?" The offer is given with a grin, as she drops onto her bed, beginning to remove her work clothes efficiently, lacking selfconsciousness.

Mikjel nods happily, stepping out of the bathroom and drying his hair with a towel. "A drink? Please." He leans against the bathroom door, steam behind him as he dries himself, saying, "Maria, but it feels good to get a hot shower. Thank you so much for letting me. It's so appreciated."

Maya rises from the bed, letting the skirt slither to the floor. She moves casually across the room, wearing only bra, panties and her socks. The kitchen gives up its offer of a bottle of beer for him and a glass of the purple drink she enjoys, and she moves to him, offering the beer. "Club tonight?" She asks, brushing over the thanks.

Mikjel shrugs, saying, "Maybe. Reckon I ought to slow down a bit, though," he thkes the beer, nodding in thanks. A sudden laugh and a raise of eyebrows as he says, "You know, for folk who ain't a couple, we sure as hell ain't managing to look innocent, are we?" He leans against the doorframe, draping the damp towel over his shoulder and taking a long sip of beer. "Thank you."

Maya's pace hesitates as she moves back to the bedroom. She sits on the edge of the bed, her expression slightly puzzled. "Do you think ..." A hesitation, rare enough for her. "I know I promised to go on a date, but the Dir... Joachim doesn't own me. Not until we agree to be exclusive." A slight edge to that assertion, oddly, and she pulls a large paper bag towards her, a hint of expectation in her movements.

Mikjel's expression is blank, with flickers of amusement. "You hinting at making some kind of deal where I start paying you for shower privileges?" As he says this, he shifts the towel in front of himself, so as to not betray his reaction with body language. His eyes take you in and he says, simply, "I'm listening."

Maya is seeking something in the bag and the question brings her head up, her eyes widening. "No! I was just..." She blushes, shaking her head, giving him a broad grin. "No, I was just being angsty. I haven't heard from him." She finds the item then, drawing a cloth item from the bag, black with lines of red along the stiffened parts of it. "What do you think?" She holds it up, revealing a black corset, the bones a brilliant shade of red, with tiny cherries dotted over it to match.

Mikjel walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge. The towel remains in his lap and he touches the corset with one finger. "Looks nice. Ain't sure how sturdy it is, but I reckon that you'll look pretty in it." He gives her a smile, saying, "You got the rest of the outfit you're planning to wear with it?"

Maya gives him innocent eyes, the corners of her mouth twitching. "I'm meant to wear something else with it?" She asks, before the grin bursts out. "Black skirt." She explains briefly, rising from the bed and stepping into the laced corset. She does that squirming, wiggling thing to get it up to cover her bust. The bra is gone before she gets that far and she turns her back. "Lace me up?" There is a feeling of repressed excitement in her movements.

Mikjel pulls her a little closer, hands on her hips. He begins to slowly lace up the corset, fingers brushing her back as he does. Midway up, he asks, "How tight you want it, anyway?" before continuing to fastlen the back, although a bit slower now.

Maya reaches for the doorpost, her hands taking a good firm grip as she replies softly, "Tight." The glance over her shoulder is teasing, the black silk shorts working well with the corset, her back bare. "Put your knee into it!" There is a hint of a giggle in her voice.

Mikjel laughs, asking you to breathe in. He stands close as he finishes tightening the upper half of the corset, announcing, "All done!" Grinning and resting his hands on your shoulders, he takes a look at you in the mirror. Giving you a gentle squeeze, he says, "You look stunning in it, cherie."

Maya straightens, turning to look at herself in the mirror. Her hazel eyes narrow slightly as she turns this way and that, finally leaning back against him, unselfconsciously. "Thanks." She grins, her eyes lighting up, "Do you think he'd like it?" She moves away then, bending to gather clothes from the floor, neatly putting them away, before she draws the skirt from the cupboard.

Mikjel begins to laugh at that, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. "Cherie, if he don't like it, he's blind." A gesture, as he reaches for the towel, in order to at least cover himself somewhat. "Seeing as the effect you're having on me is making me wish I'd grabbed my pants before looking."

Maya pauses in the search for the skirt, straightening with it in her hand as she turns. A purely feminine look of satisfaction shows on her face as her gaze travels downwards. "Oh..." A faint blush but the corners of her mouth turn up and then she turns, tugging on the skirt, the movement smoothing the material of her underwear over her curves. The skirt covers them, leaving her thighs bare, between its fabric and the socks' tops.

Mikjel adjusts the towel in his lap, saying, "See, and now that you're noticing the effect you're having, you're just teasing me." Nontheless, his gaze follows the fall of the skirt before he looks her in the eyes again. "I reckon that, if he's into you at all, that outfit's going to make him fall hard."

There is a moment where her grin fades before she puts it straight again. "And if not, I'll know at least." She bends, peering into the mirror, a traditional pose of a woman doing her makeup. The red of her lipstick matches the red of her corset, the stark black around her eyes matching the material. "If not, I'm going to take a week off and fuck my brains out."

Mikjel nods understandingly, saying, "Yup. I reckon that outfit should get the truth of it out of him." A grin as he adds, "And I hope you ain't meaning that bit too literally. Your head looks better with the brains on the inside." Shrugging, he adds, "You got a fallback then? Or gonna get yourself a toy?"

Maya turns to look at him, lipstick in her hand, her eyes painted with black lines that widen them, darkening the hazel. "Is that an offer?" She asks, her mouth curving into a broad grin, a crimson line. "I have toys. If you are a good boy, I might let you play with them one day." With that, she puts the lid back on the lipstick, straightening.

Mikjel steps up to her, resting his hands on her hips as he says, "By the way your teasing's affecting me, I reckon I could manage a week in bed with you. Least, if I get breaks to use the bathroom and we get food once in a while, I could." The fact that the towel fell away means that he is apparently honest in his offer.

Maya lets him have that touch, leaning into him, her body pressing back against the evidence of his offer. Her voice is breathless, low, a hint of confusion in her expression in the mirror. "I might take you up on it." Each breath does wonderful things with corsets and breasts, and the angle where she tilts her head back to look up at him does nothing to help that. "I wonder if he is expecting me to be so good..."

Mikjel gives her a grin in the mirror, his arms wrapping around her waist and holding her against him. "I ain't gonna make no decisions for you, cherie. I know what I'd like, but I ain't gonna make no move toward it less you want me to." He shrugs, adding as he holds her chest to his back and her bottom to his hips, "But likewise, you ain't the only one can tease."

Maya stares up at him for a moment, the teasing grin fading, and her eyes widen a little at his body pressed against his. She swallows, her tongue flicking out to moisten her lips before she can speak. Even then, her voice is soft, breathless. "What is it that you'd like?" She rests her hands lightly on the corset's panel at her stomach, as if doing so might help her breathe.

Mikjel presses, just slightly, with his hips as he says, "Well, what I'd like, right now, would be to take you hard and fast right here against the wall. After that, maybe the urgency would be over, and we could see about getting clothes off to play quiet and slow in your bed, lid closed, till morning."

Maya's lips part slightly as she makes a tiny noise in her throat, almost a soft little whimper, at the words, at the press against her. She stares up at him, her eyes wide, a look of almost innocence in the widened hazel eyes. "Uh..." Again, she has to moisten her lips before she can speak and then she shakes her head, more to clear it than to deny. "I... I should go. The club..."

Mikjel gives her a final squeeze around the hips before stepping back. "In that case, I won't be teasing you. Just saying what I'd have done if I were your date and holding you like that." He turns and steps toward the bedroom door. "Reckon I'll grab my kit and get out of your hair before I start actually trying to get into your pants."

Maya almost stumbles when he releases her and then she steps forward, ducking her head, blushing despite the pale makeup. "I... better go. Meeting people." The words are mumbled, and the confusion in her face is repeated in the jumble of emotions about him, about Joachim, the former being more heated, and less to do with love. She moves quickly towards the door, forgetting a coat in the hurry to leave.