[THISAVROU] TAB Messages & Mail

[curiousnotmalicious]

"You've reached Dutch Velders. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

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[heisenbitch]

[ God, he's glad. He's so glad to see she's okay. So glad to see she looks like Dutch. He starts to smile back at her; the smile fades in its tracks when she brings up asking him to kill her. He doesn't want to be reminded of it. What if he had killed her? What if he'd had to kill her? The very thought still makes him feel sick to his stomach. ]

Look, it's-it's okay. What matters is you're okay. Okay?

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ She nods. It makes her feel a little bit better. A little bit. ]

How about you? You alright?

[ Dutch hasn't forgotten, after all, that when she was in a shitty place she'd found him in a shitty place as well. ]

[heisenbitch]

Uh... Apart from still having nightmares about being chased by floating pumpkins and shit? Yeah. Totally peachy.

[ Obviously sarcasm. Not cruel sarcasm, though. Deflection more than anything. ]

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ Dutch gives a sympathetic frown. ]

Yeah, I feel you on the nightmare front. If you ever want to talk or not talk or anything, I'd love an excuse to get out of my room.

[ She smirks a little. ]

Sharing a room with three other people gets a little stifling. You could be my reason to escape.

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse is the exact opposite. What he'd crave right now is something loud and distracting and mind-obliterating like a party. A filthy, drug-fuelled party, crammed full of sweaty bodies dancing to deafening music, loud and intoxicating enough to drown out his thoughts, his panic. What he would give for a bump of meth.

If there's only Dutch to fill the gnawing, unsettling silence, however, Jesse isn't going to turn that down. Especially seeing she seems to want to hang out with him. ]

Wanna escape to my room? My roommate ain't here.

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ She nods. It's an offer she's not going to turn down - a chance to get out of her room and a chance to spend time with Jesse. ]

Yeah, definitely. Where are you at?

[ Dutch has never been to his room, after all. She doesn't know where it is, so she has to ask. Suddenly, she's curious. What does his room look like? What sorts of things does he keep there? Escaping to his room has suddenly become even more interesting. ]

[heisenbitch]

Moro deck. Number three.

[ And after telling her he'll see her shortly, the call ends.

By the time there's a knock at his door, he's managed to tidy up some of his side of the room. At least he's cleared away the empty funyun bags and empty soda cans and the overflowing ashtray strewn across his desk. His desk of which is otherwise cluttered with personal belongings he's managed to acquire since arriving on the Moira - nothing of much importance, of course, being his whole life is back in New Mexico. Clothes that were strewn around the floor by his bed have been shoved into his laundry bag, and his bed is messily made - he'd thrown the covers up to hastily make it, though it's a lumpy and lopsided job. Piled in the corner is a heap of giant Funyun bags. He's tidied up but it still manages to look sloppy; a bad disguise for the depressing state of a guy who really isn't coping that well.

Stuffing the last of clothes grabbed up from his floor into the hamper, he moves quickly to the door and opens it. Seeing Dutch standing there instantly throws him back to seeing her in a vampiric state the other day and a part of him can't help instantly being a little nervous. He's so glad to see her, though, and despite that niggle of nervousness, he gives her a soft smile before he's stepping back to pull the door open wider. ]

You got here quick. Roommates driving you that crazy, huh?

[ Not the real, full reason she needs escape and he knows it. ]

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ This time when Dutch sees Jesse she doesn’t hear his heartbeat. It makes it difficult to pick up on his nervousness. Instead, all she sees is the soft smile and in turn she gives him a smile.

He asks about her roommates and she exasperatedly rolls her eyes and nods even though she isn’t all that stressed about the people she shares a room with at all. There are several things that bring her to Jesse’s room. First and foremost, she wants to see him. She feels awful about how they left things when she was a vampire, how she scared him so terribly. Maybe, she thinks, now that she’s back to normal she can fix things. ]

They’re not bad, but when you spend all that time around people anyone will drive you insane, you know?

[ She steps inside and looks around, smiling a little at the state of his room. It’s a relief that Jesse lives like a real person. The mess is actually kind of nice, in a way. It reminds her of her apartment back home, only hers would have less snack food wrappers and more drawings scattered around. ]

You’ve made it your own, hmm?

[ Looking around, she catches sight of something else, something not quite hidden. She cranes her neck to try and get a better view of what it might be. That can’t be a… Buttplug… Can it?

She says nothing, just looks at it with wrinkled eyebrows. ]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse would have answered that question about his room had Dutch not suddenly gotten that look on her face. He quirks his brows curiously and looks over his shoulder at whatever it is she's looking at - and pales with his eyes widening when he realises what she's spotted. He closes the door after her but then he's making a beeline to his cupboard while trying not to make it look like he's making a beeline for it. ]

Uh. Yeah. Sorta. I mean. [ Sounding distracted. Quickly pushing the bright orange buttplug that honestly stands out like a traffic cone with how orange it is behind a bottle of booze on his desk. ] As-As much as I can when I gotta, y'know, share a room with some random weirdo.

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ The moment isn’t any less awkward, but Dutch can’t help herself. She grins at Jesse as he slips the toy out of sight. Nothing is said on the matter, but it’s fairly obvious that she knows what she saw. There’s a pause where she says nothing at all, just smiles at him knowingly, but then she continues as if nothing happened for fear of embarrassing him too badly. ]

Exactly. A ship this big with all of the fucking hidden rooms, you’d think more people would be able to swing private quarters, wouldn’t you?

[ She plops herself down onto his bed and sighs loudly. ]

So… Entertain many ladies here?

[ Dutch wiggles her eyebrows at him playfully. The funyun bags seem to suggest that he doesn’t get many visitors at all, but who knows? Maybe the funyuns are for guests. ]

[heisenbitch]

[ She totally noticed. Godddd, he wants the floor to swallow him whole. Buttplug hidden, he turns around to face her as she seats herself on his bunk and he pushes his hands into his pants pockets. Despite his embarrassment, however, he breaks out into a small smirk at her wiggling her brows at him. ]

Depends what you mean by "entertain".

[curiousnotmalicious]

Oh, you know what I mean.

[ She tilts her head towards him with a big smile on her face, eyebrows raised slightly. ]

One on one time spent with the girls of the Moira. Or guys. I suppose I shouldn’t jump to conclusions.

[ After all, she was pretty fluid in that department herself. Dutch often left people guessing about her orientation back home. She of all people should know better than to assume things. ]

[heisenbitch]

[ Yeah. He did know what she meant. Still embarrassed about the buttplug thing, though. But when she grins at him like that, that smirk playing on his lips turns into something more boyish. That is, until she mentions that maybe he's into guys, and of course she would think that, because he's got a fucking giant ass buttplug in his room.

He tries to play that resurgence of embarrassment off by wrinkling his nose and retorting: ]

Nah. Girls are way prettier.

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ A laugh bubbles up out of her and she nods. ]

That they are.

[ Dutch bites at her lip a moment and then pats the space on the mattress next to her. She smiles at Jesse and says nothing for a second, thinking the gesture is invitation enough, but after a moment speaks up for good measure. ]

C’mon, sit with me. Quality time with a pretty girl. C’mon.

[ She grins up at him. It’s a nice way to forget one’s troubles, flirting. Maybe even a nice way to forget the buttplug. Although that image was pretty much seared into Dutch’s memory… ]

[heisenbitch]

[ It's not really what Jesse expected: to be flirted with, after everything that's happened. But it suddenly occurs to him while she's grinning at him like that, making him break out into a slow grin back at her: maybe it's not escape she's looking for so much as escapism. Two entirely different things. Jesse would know, with how much he's buried himself in drugs and booze and sex in the name of escapism from his problems.

So, without hesitation, he steps up to the bed and seats himself down next to Dutch, the bunk swinging slightly. The swinging bunk beds in Moro deck are almost like those swinging porch seats. ]

I think pretty is kind've an understatement.

[ Said with a boyish, lopsided grin while looking at her with a tilt of his head, the kind of look that's worked wonders on many other girls he's flirted with in the past. ]

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ Dutch lets out a laugh. Her self esteem has never been lacking. Well, not since she left her ugly duckling phase behind. She happens to agree with Jesse. It doesn’t change the fact that his compliment is sweet and makes her feel good. ]

Is that so?

[ She grins at him, pushing her hand close enough to his so she can trace little circles on the back of it with her fingertips. It seems like it’s been longer than eight months since she’s been intimate with anyone. Even the smallest touch like her fingertips on his hand, such a light, minor thing, feels nice to her. ]

You’re sweet.

[ Being a vampire was a horrible experience for Dutch, but she almost wishes that she could hear his heartbeat right now. ]

[heisenbitch]

[ Totally so. Dutch is hot. Have there been times he's checked her out when she's unaware? Totally. Feeling her fingers touching, stroking his hand, he lowers his eyes to both their hands, looking at her fingers tracing over his skin, then lifts his eyes back onto her. Her grin, her touching his hand, the obviousness of where she seems to be taking this, all have that boyish, lopsided smile of his growing deliberately several degrees more charming, dreamy.

He turns his hand underneath her fingers so her fingers are now stroking his palm. His fingers lightly touch the inside of her wrist in return, a soft, barely there, encouraging stroke. ]

Well... [ Sure, he's sweet. He knows he's being sweet right now. He tilts his head just that bit more, so it's resting casually on his shoulder while studying her face. And here comes the gross flattery to butter Dutch up even further: ] I can think of someone way sweeter.

[ Vomit, right? Jesse is a pro at being a romantic, charming, sappy guy just to score the ladies. In Dutch's case, though, he's playing along with her rather than outright just trying to worm his way into her pants.

He reaches his other hand across to Dutch, the crook of his forefinger briefly cradling her chin while his thumb just as briefly strokes across her bottom lip. ]

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ At that, she can’t help but burst out in laughter. It’s cliched and she thinks he knows it. Of course, that doesn’t mean she minds it. If there’s anything she needs right now it’s laughter or any form of distraction, really. She’ll take whatever Jesse is offering.

Sweetness isn’t usually her thing. She’s always been attracted to assholes and sourpusses, male and female, but variety is nice, especially when said relationships with assholes and sourpusses have been proven to blow up in her face time and time again. Besides, she’s not looking for a relationship right now. All she wants is to focus on something that isn’t terrible. Jesse is far from terrible.

His thumb brushes her lip and she gives it a kiss, then smiling at him without saying a word. Her hand that had been busy tracing circles on his travels up his arm with the lightest of touches, neatly trimmed fingernails just grazing his skin.

She turns her head, nuzzling his hand. ]

You’re not wrong. I can be very sweet.

[ Her lips curl into a smile and she looks at him through her eyelashes. ]

[heisenbitch]

[ Yeah, he knows it's cliche, and her laughter makes him grin. At least she's laughing, right? Really, he shouldn't be doing this because all he ever does is bring pain and misery to anyone he lets get close to him. But he can't help it. He just can't help it. He craves affection and romance and sex and all hedonistic things far too much.

That small kiss she gives his thumb and her hand running up his arm send a thrill through him. Suddenly, his pulse is picking up a little. Suddenly, heat is starting to pool in his groin. Suddenly, as she turns her face into his hand and nuzzles it, he wants to kiss her very, very badly.

His thumb strokes across her cheekbone as he cups her cheek in response to her nuzzling into his palm. ]

Bet you can be very bad, too. Huh? [ Biting his lip with a grin as he says this. ] And cruel. And nasty...

[ A small, playful scrunch of his nose at the word 'nasty', trailing off like he hasn't quite finished the sentence yet. He drops hand away from her cheek to rest it on the bed, and leans forward, closing the distance between them. He stops just short of his lips meeting hers, lingering there while his eyes heatedly search hers now he's only inches away from her. At last finishing the sentence: ]

...And dirty.

[curiousnotmalicious]

Horribly dirty.

[ It comes out almost as a mumble. She pauses for all of a second before lungeing in to close the distance between the two of them and kiss him. Their lips collide in a messy, rushed kiss. It’s the first kiss Dutch has had in months and she’s hungry for it, hungry for him. She can’t help it. This is exactly the distraction she came here for.

Dutch breaks off the kiss, but only to kiss him again in that space where his jaw meets his ear. Her lips stay there for a moment, then pull away to whisper. ]

I can show you.

[ When she sits back, pulling away from him, there’s a devilish smile playing on her lips. There are a million unwholesome thoughts darting through her mind right now and she just can’t help but wonder how much she can make his bunk swing.

Most importantly, the last things on her mind are the things that trouble her. Mission accomplished.

Her hand slides down his arm to his thigh, rubbing it gently. With every rub she gets closer to his groin, but never quite touches him there. It’s part teasing and part that she’s not 100% sure he wants it. ]

[heisenbitch]

[ Her mumbled response sends another thrill of heat through him, but her kiss - that's Jesse's final undoing, instantly crushing his mouth to hers in a kiss that's as rushed and hungry and needy as the way she's kissing him. Just like that, all his focus narrows in to just Dutch and nothing else, and he's breathing a little heavier when the kiss, to his disappointment, breaks. Not that his disappointment lasts, with her mouth pressing a slow, searing kiss to his jaw. His eyes flutter shut with the intoxicating nearness of her.

God, she actually wants him. Someone actually wants him. Being wanted is even more intoxicating than her mouth on his skin or her hand now starting to rub and massage suggestively on his thigh, inching closer to where he's grown hard. Without hesitation, he's closing the distance again, this time angling his head to press his mouth to the side of her jaw, then to the spot just below her ear; a heated, deliberately slow kiss, even though he wants to do nothing but urge her back onto the bed and kiss her madly, desperately, all over.

He nuzzles against her jaw, the side of her neck, his hand reaching across and sliding onto her thigh. Rubbing, massaging slowly, sliding around the curve of her inner thigh with a soft squeeze as if he's about to spread her leg open over his thigh. ]

How long'd you say it's been? [ Murmuring low into her ear, his thumb stroking her thigh, deliberately grazing down the crotch of her pants. He remembers her telling him a while ago that it's been ages since she'd had sex. ] Eight months? Must have a lotta dirty things you wanna show me.

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ At the touch of his hand she lets out a low purr. It’s been far too long. Food is more satisfying when you’re hungry and this, she thinks, is all the more satisfying because she’s been without intimacy for so long. Maybe some can live without it, but before the vampires interrupted things Dutch lived her life like it was a party. She’s used to hooking up regularly. Jesse can’t possibly know how much she truly wants this right now, but she’ll show him. ]

Too long… [ She leans in, nipping at his lower lip before kissing him again. Her hands fumble with his pants, doing quick work to remove them. ] And I’ve got so much to show you.

[ With his pants unbuttoned, her fingers lightly trace over his erection through the fabric of his underwear. She’s so close to touching him, but she likes teasing him like this, prolonging the act. Dutch is practically aching to satisfy her needs, but that part of her that enjoys having fun wins out in the end. ]

In fact, I don’t think you’ve seen all of my tattoos. I could give you a spectacular view. [ She leans in, lips grazing a path from his lips to his ear so that she can whisper once again in a slightly hoarse, breathy voice. ] Do you want to take me from behind, Jesse?

[heisenbitch]

[ God, within minutes, Dutch has managed to make Jesse melt. Though the whole vampire thing is still lurking in the back of his mind, it's drowned out by the thudding of his pulse and the growing hot heaviness deep in his balls. ]

Too long? [ Echoed in a low murmur, smirk melted onto his lips while she's nipping at his mouth. He tilts his head and welcomes her kiss, hand wedged between her thigh massaging further up until he can now graze her crotch with a firmer stroke of his forefinger.

Blood is rushing south so fast that it's making him giddy, and her deliberately teasing words are only making it worse in the best possible way. Breathing heavily when the kiss breaks, he looks down at her hand unzipping and pushing into his pants, his hard cock tightening under the first stroke of her fingers.

Jesse breaks out into a laughing smile, head falling back as he bites his lip, then his eyes fall shut as she whispers those words in his ear. Her hot breath sends a shiver down his spine. A low, laughingly helpless groan humming in his throat at the mental image she's put in his head: fucking her from behind. ]

Oh, my god, you're killing me here.

[ A laughing protest that also sounds like he's gone weak at the knees. His hand curved into the inside of her thigh tugs on her leg, drawing it over his knee. At the same time, he's turning his head towards her and he nips at her bottom lip while his hand slides with a teasing slowness up between her legs. There's an utterly sickeningly mischievous grin on his face, like he's only got eyes for her in this very moment. ]

Only from behind?

[ While his his hand presses up between her thighs with a teasing, massaging rub. ]

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ Her hand slips into his underwear and in an instant she takes him into her hand, giving his erection a couple slow strokes. Dutch’s eyes, however, never leave Jesse’s face and her smile never leaves hers. ]

You love it. Don’t try to tell me otherwise.

[ Leaning in, she kisses him on the mouth long and deep. Her hand stays busy, working him just to provide another tactile sensation as she continues the kiss. She pulls away slightly, but only to suck on his lower lip. Everything she’s doing to Jesse is everything she’s been thinking of for the past eight months and she still has so much more that she wants to do.

She leans her head in close to his ear so that she can murmur once again. ]

I’ll let you have me any way you want if you make me come.

[ She pulls her hand away from his cock so that her hands can grab his shoulders. Using that to steady herself, she shifts herself from her position to straddle him, sitting up slightly higher than Jesse. From that position she grins down at him and begins to slowly unbutton her shirt. It was high time that they started to lose some layers of clothing and she was more than willing to start them off.

Once the buttons were all taken care of, she does a simple shimmy of her shoulders and wiggles her arms out of the sleeves, then tosses it to the corner of the rooms. Unsnapping the clasp of her simple black bra, that, too, is tossed haphazardly to some part of Jesse’s messy room and Dutch is naked from the waist up.

Taking his hands in hers, she guides them up to her breasts. She smiles wickedly down at him. ]

I want you to touch me.

[heisenbitch]

[ He does love it. He loves it. It's written all over his expression - his slightly flushed cheeks, his heated stare - that he's loving this. Needing this.

When he realises Dutch is climbing onto his lap, well, he just sits there luxuriously enjoying the way she's taking charge. God, if there's nothing he loves more in a woman. Sure, he loves be the one to pursue, to come on to someone, to flirt and charm a woman, but being wanted so much that a woman wants to take charge - that's a fucking intoxicating feeling, especially with how lonely and isolated and unwanted and useless he's been feeling since winding up trapped on this ship.

As she begins a show of undoing her shirt, Jesse bites his lower lip like the delectably arousing sight of her is making his mouth water. He enjoys every moment of that shirt being peeled off and then her reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra. A smile breaks out beneath the way he's still biting his lower lip, and he makes no effort to hide gazing at her breasts. As she takes hold of his hands and moves them up to her chest, Jesse's eyes lift to meet hers. God, that smile on her face. It makes his cock harden underneath where she's straddling him.

She wants him to touch her? He can do better than that. He do more that just touch her. He can do more than just make her come. If there's anything Jesse is good at besides cooking meth, it's knowing how to please women in bed.

Giving her breasts a slow, massaging squeeze, he uses his thumbs to rub with a teasing slowness across her nipples, toying them to hardness. Then he's slipping his hands free from under hers, one arm snaking around her waist while his other hand palms her breast of his own free will this time. He leans in, angling her nipple to his mouth, closing his lips around it with a slow, teasing nudge of his tongue flicking across her nipple. For a long, luxurious moment, he laves attention on her breasts, both of them, switching between nipple to nipple, sucking and licking and tugging.

Then, pulling away and dropping his hands to her jeans, he starts slowly unbuttoning them. At the same time, he leans in and nips at her lower lip. Really, he wants to throw her down on the bed and rip her jean off and just fuck her, but he doesn't want to let this moment pass too fast. He wants to savour it. ]

I'll make you come, [ murmured against her mouth, grinning, while he starts pushing down her zipper ] again, and again, [ zipper undone, fingers snaking with a teasing slowness into her panties ] and again...