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Open RP Post
♦ All characters are allowed to interact, regardless of being in a game with Elsa or not.
♠ This is an IC-spam post; only character journals, please.
♥ Doubles and threadjacking are allowed for maximum derp.
♣ 4th-walling: is allowed; Elsa can take it. She will likely just think you're crazy.
♦ Wank and OOC matters will be deleted.
♠ Crit will be redirected to the HMD
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This post has no established setting, to allow for any sort of thread. Voicetesting, smut, derp, violence, angst, crack, memes, any other shenanigans I might be missing are acceptable.
Also backtagging.
Lots of backtagging.
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Someone has probably heard them. If she had half a mind to think it, she might even suspect someone to take a broom handle to the wall, or maybe the ceiling or floor, to tell them to quiet. Normally, the thought would be enough to make her stifle herself -- and yet she isn't in half a mind to think it.
(To hell with them, she actually thinks, and presses herself back into the pillows and against the headboard as best as she can, as comfortably as she can.)
She reaches for his face, hands splaying out over his cheeks with thumbs caressing just along his cheek bones, and directing him to look directly at her.
If you're going to fuck me, you're going to look at me when you do it.
The thought is incredibly wild, almost uncharacteristic of her. Even moreso that she almost wants to snap it at him between his thrusts and her moans, but instead she draws him down so that his forehead is touched to hers.
And oh. Oh. Whatever he did just now, it's perfect.
She's not sure how to explain this to him, especially in the heat of the moment, and so she just cants her head so that her nose clumsily brushes against his, and she lets out a breathy, "There."