modernmanpain | sand in uncomfortable places: the meme

[ what do you want, robb stark?

it's not nearly such a simple question as it sounds, but robb's expression doesn't falter. he swings for a moment, bouy clanging with each shift of his weight, before he goes tumbling back into the sea with a splash. beneath the water it's all silence, and when he breaks the surface he paddles close to her, spluttering just a little as he blinks the salt from his eyes. ]

Nothing I could ask for in front of our families.

[ it was easier to frame like that, although belatedly he realized he could have worded it better. someday he'd be more careful with his words. ]

[ she licks her lips a time or two and can taste the sea upon them. the water stings in her eyes, she's not impervious to that, but it's an almost pleasant pain that reminds her of home. some girls cried into their pillows, some climbed down the rocky outcrop which their childhood home sat upon and swam in the turbulent waters below. salt waters, like this, though here she was not swimming alone. ]

[ that ever present, smug little grin doesn't flit from er features just yet, not as he approaches and blinks like a bedraggled child who just got dunked under water for the first time. the corners of her mouth twitches upward as he speaks, showing the faintest bit of teeth before she laughs at him. ]

[ laughs, bites back the retort of it being just your family, stark and glides a little closer until their legs strike each other in the effort to tread water and stay afloat. ]

Oh, really?

[ they were close now, and it's probably a good thing that they swam this far, so no one can see the specifics of the way she touches him; smoothly, gently, and slyly; asha runs a hand across his stomach and teases the line of his swim trunks. ]

And can your family see underwater?

[ and there was the price of his phrasing. there's the brush of knees, the slide of her fingers, and oh, this was going to be the hall closet all over again, only he was going to have to figure some way to stay above the water and maintain some sort of dignity. not that his dignity had impressed her at all. asha seemed to find him amusing no matter what he did with himself. ]

No. But they may think the pair of us staying out here so long strange.

[ there's a hitch in his voice, a catch that betrays his interest even when he keeps his face stern. when his finger hitches into the band of her swimsuit, it's to tug her gently alongside the bouy. not quite out of sight, but better concealed. as if that made any difference, when they were so far out.

wait, wait, is what he should say. wait until we've swum back. but like so much else that happens, her hand stays and his hand stays and he doesn't take his away. ]

Hmmmmm...

[ she's not suitably impressed with his dignity, morals, or proprieties; never really very impressed with anything save for, perhaps, a few moments in the hockey video and in admiring the broken-but-healed injuries that remained on his person, even after his retirement from the game. the subtle slip into her suit that results in hiding, sliding out of sight of the beach, and not in the rough brush of his fingers between her legs, asha even lets out a little scoff and a roll of her eyes. ]

[ needless to say, her own hands weren't so table, and while one went to his hip the one teasing around the line of his suit dipped lower and squeezed. ]

You could tell them you're gloating.

[ no one would have a problem believing that. ]

[ whatever indignant reply he was going to make is cut off by her hand. for a moment he forgets to tread water, sinks a bit and inhales a mouthful of salt. so much for the famed stark dignity. ]

You're going to drown me.

[ it's almost accusatory, but for the way his grip tightens, shifts until he can dip his fingers into her suit and touch her. it's retaliation, in a way. it's the wish to make her shatter and fall apart.

he doesn't consider that he knows how to touch her now. the guesswork has long since been taken out of this mess of an equation. robb knows how to circle his thumb, how to press just so and grin at her reaction. and perhaps it'll even their playing field, not that robb can really hope for that. he's so far out of his element, desperately trying to remember to tread water as she touches him through the fabric of his suit. ]

[ she grins with abandon then, legs working diligently to make up for the lack of her arms propelling herself continually upward as she reached for his face. ]

[ it wasn't a gentle grasp, thumb on one side and fingers aligning on the other side of his jaw to pull his mouth to hers - just to lick across his lips and taste... well, robb stark tasted of considerably more salt and sea than of himself, but it wasn't a bad mix. ]

Then you could tell them you're drowning. I'll even drag you back to sho -

[ she's cut off by an almost embarrassingly girlish sigh, a little moan that she would have muffled in the water had she thought of it. but no, her face is still within inches of his, and her breath ghosts against his salt slicked face. it's stupid and asha regrets the sound immediately; she tries to laugh it off, but it doesn't fullfil the gaping hole in her infallible persona. so she retaliates, with a particularly hard squeeze and fluid pumping of her hand. ]

[ they're going to know, comes the sudden, panicked thought. you're a shit liar and they're going to know...

and perhaps that train of thought would have gained better purchase if asha hadn't picked that particular moment to make that noise. but she does, and it's like a whipcrack. it wrenches his focus back towards her, because he doesn't think he's heard her ever make that noise before. it's more appealing than he'd ever though possible. ]

You--

[ it's most likely fortunate she retaliates and robb nearly chokes on his tongue. he suspects he's minutes away from saying something idiotic, so it's easier to concentrate on the slip-slide of her palm against him, and the dip and press of his fingers against her, into her. and on not forgetting to thread water. it would be mortifying if she really did have to rescuse him from drowning. ]

[ it would be a lie to say that asha greyjoy didn't have specific tastes. and while a majority of them had never been successfully sated by one person and a majority of them had to do with something along the lines of being tossed down and fucked until she cried, there was just something about this slow and sneaky and not-exactly-gentle pace that did it just as well. and a part of that bothered her, but a part of her didn't care. ]

[ stupid words and sounds aside, this is good and she's started to get into it, to lose the already haphazard pattern she had and arching against his hand. her legs jerk almost of their own accord, making it all the easier to keep her head above the waves, but it is getting harder to keep her attention effectively split between the water and him. ]

[ it's growing hard to keep the little sounds at bay, too. no two are the same, and the longer they continue the lower pitched her voice gets, more groan than moan, more deep throated whining than high pitched sighs. eventually it crosses her mind that it's unfair, him touching her and her hand ghosting over the outside of his waterlogged swim trunks. she's tempted to strip them, but if they got lost, he might get whiny upon returning to the beach naked. so asha makes do with breaking for a moment, releasing her hold on him just in order to slip her hand fully into his shorts and grope at him with skilled, practiced and...waterlogged fingers. ]

[ she's right about that. he'd not have been best pleased having to return to shore naked. and maybe that would give him pause, realizing exactly how well she had him pinned, more so than he had her, but he doesn't know. he may never know, and that might just suit him fine. this is already tangled enough without more complications. he contemplates it something, this tangled snarl of a thing that had once seemed so easy to classify and navigate.

the water is both an annoyance and an aid. he doesn't have to hold her up, can touch her as he pleases. and there's something about her in the water that comes alive, and he likes that, likes the way her moans vibrate out of her when he licks the salt from her throat. and the ocean is better than the shower, even if all robb can think is that he's moments away from drowning and it would be the sweetest death a man could hope for.

there's a gasp (come on, come on) the most vocal he's been in the entire time they've done this. the dig of his fingers into the small of her back has to bee painful, but he can't force them to loosen. part of him fears she would just float away if he let go. his thighs are burning, the combination of threading water and the approaching orgasm, and he'll have to remember to keep kicking in teh aftermath, lest he get another mouthful of ocean. ]

[ yes, but if he were displeased, wouldn't that be all the more reason to do it? ]

[ no... no, while tempting, and perhaps a better idea than fooling around out here in hindsight, the two of them had already passed the invisible line of safe return. there was no way she could stop what she was doing right now, or let him stop working his fingers in and out of her; no way to return to the beach and not immediately pull him into the sand regardless of who was around, to roll him onto his back and straddle his thighs and show him what it truly meant to be rocked by the waves - or maybe even take him in her mouth, because something about tasting robb and the sea at the same time excites her. sends a zing down her spine to mingle in the growing tension in her lower abdomen. ]

[ her own climax is nearing, and her own hushed groans mingle with his (not yet, fuck, not yet) as asha's sense of multitasking began to slip. the hand around his erection grew sloppy, drilling at times and jerking back into swift jerks the moment she realized she had paused, grip alternating so fast between a firm grip and a loose one that it almost felt like she was slipping off him instead of trying to urge him toward an orgasm as well. ]

[ legs began to cramp a little and she wanted nothing more to wrap them both around his hips and lose them both in the ocean. she can't, however. he couldn't possibly hold both of them up, she knows, but that little piece of information in the back of her mind doesn't keep her from raisig a hand to grip his shoulder, digging her nails into sun warmed akin and...perhaps pushing a little. ]

[ and when her body snaps, when her muscles contract around his hand and she tosses her head back to groan out in mindless pleasure, that push may...end up... ]

[ shoving him completely under. ]

[ sorry robb. life lesson; don't fuck selfish lovers in open bodies of water. ]

[ it's extremely unfortunate timing.

the sharp dig of her nails into his shoulder gets him off as much as her hand on him. perhaps more so, since asha's strokes had gone erratic towards the end of it, something that would have left him frustrated and hard on land, but with her gasping and scrabbling at his shoulder, it's enough to tip him right over the fine line and--

and then abruptly he's underwater.

he inhales a disgusting amount of water before his body realizes what's happening. orgasm isn't the best of things for survival instinct, and when he thrashes away from her its clumsy and not nearly fast enough. he comes up with a red face choking, coughing, spitting salt water. he can't manage words just yet, but when he looks at her his face is full of reproach.

the effect is probably spoilt entirely by how half-drowned he looks. ]

[ worst lifeguard ever right here. ]

[ she doesn't even realize he's gone under until he stops touching her, squirms away under the water and extracting his hand from her suit. reappeared, spluttering and red faced, drenched and glaring at her like it was her fault that he had almost drowned and... ]

[ okay, to be fair it probably was - she had lured him out here, stuck her hand down his trunks and pushed him under the waves - but that didn't stop her from laughing. loudly. in a cocky what's the matter stark? sort of way as she reached out a hand to pull a sodden curl from his face. ]

Don't look so put out. Wasn't that worth winning?

Was nearly drowning part of the prize?

[ his own smile is begrudging, still smacking of irritation and just the barest hint of resentment. out his element, robb is, and that's never gone over so well with him. but he can push it aside and focus on the here and now.

and the fact that he's going to have to deal with his trunks later. possibly when they make it back to the beach, because they would hardly be comfortable when they dried. ]

Didn't that make it more exciting?

[ he might be uncomfortable, but she feels...well, like she could fly. but she can't technically do so, and it appears she's going to have to compensate with idle swimming. asha's arms barely move when she propels herself in idle circles around him, relying entirely on her legs in an effort to look as effortless as possible. ]

I think it was exciting.

Because you weren't the one ducked underwater.

[ she circles, and it means something that he doesn't move with her, that she's allowed at his back. and true, part of it is that he's still waterlogged, blinking salt from his eyes and in no mood for more splashing about.

but part of it is that he trusts her enough to let himself be defenseless. to let her tread through water and disappear out of his line of sight without worrying something bad may come of it. ]

[ and you see, that's not wise, robb stark. ]

[ because now? ]

[ now you're getting dunked under water again. ]

[ alkgjdlkfajlkdsajg

when he comes up he spits the salt water at her, then curses, coughing. you'd think he'd be more prepared for this by now. ]

Asha!

[ prepare yourself this time, because she's trying it again. and laughing at your expense. this is almost a little too rowdy, too friendly, too playful - in the back of her mind she assures herself that she is trying to drown him; it's just not working. ]

Robb.

[ mocking. mocking works where drowning fails, but that's too playful, too! ]

[ it's ridiculous, in its way. it's the sort of play he'd once reserved for girls he'd liked, more flirtation than actual attempts at drowning. he catches her hands, thumbs skimming the inside of her wrists, more affection than he'd like in the gesture. ]

If you drown me, who'll help you wash off all that salt water later?

[ and that's to temper it, to case the affection in the physical, in shared showers and what the pair of them typically got up to in there. ]

I can bathe myself. [ she retorts easily, and though she thrashes a little in his grip, asha really has no problem with him holding her wrists. a little restraint never went wrong, though that brush of the pads of his thumbs would prove worthy of some reprimand if he continued to do it. ]

[ she looks him up and down briefly, and the ever-present greyjoy smirk manifests with a strong intensity. ]

You tend to prove a distraction.

I thought you had better focus than that.

[ the smirk makes his stomach twist, as it always does, makes him pull her a bit closer. their knees bang together again, his thumbs pressing against the pulse in her wrist.

his words are a challenge. and in a minute they'll have to swim back, before someone realizes how long they've been gone and thinks to ask, thinks to question what a wolf and a kraken were doing out so long in teh wavs.

but before that, before that he can spare a moment to challenge here. ]

[ her eyes widen in (almost pleasant) surprise at that, but she allows him to pull her, moves in the water with him; let's their knees bang and not even much minding. torn between bemused and disgruntled is his challenge, asha pulls on her wrists lightly just to see if he had any give, and wriggles closerto bring them face to face, features so close that she could kiss his nose. ]

[ or bite it, as was more like. gently, of course. ]

[ and when she spoke it was quietly, privately, words and breath - and challenge easing over him like the salt water. ]

I could row with your hand down my shorts, and I'd still beat all the teams in this state.

[ there's a sudden smile, sharp-edged and wolfish, at her words. this is what keeps hooks in robb stark, the way asha pushes and pushes and pushes at him in every way possible. he leans in, almost to kiss her, but thinks better of it at the last minute, splashes salt water at her face before pushing away, paddling towards. ]

Maybe someday we'll test that theory.

[ but they never would, because this was a clandestine affair, wasn't it? or it was meant to be, even if the two of them were exceedingly bad at subtlety.

[ she almost laughs, but it's cut short after one ha and she makes to splash him back. ]

I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?

[ not that it will ever happen. some time perhaps she'd invite him to the hotel gym at one in the morning and let him do it while she worked the erg machine. the boy was an athlete, or had been; he wouldn't mind a little sweat, and who knows - perhaps she'd burn double the calories by having an orgasm while erging~ ]

[ shame her time in america was drawing to a close. ]

sand in uncomfortable places: the meme

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

what delay. I totally didn't forget about this thread.

alkfdsjlajglkdfa oh my god.

god can't help you now i've found the thread!!

lmfalkjgdsa nooooo

bwahahah!

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject