permanent catchall: jester lavorre

[leetle]

● WHO: jester + you!
● WHAT: meetings, conversations, hangouts, et cetera!
● WHEN: in perpetuity
● WHERE: all around!
● WARNINGS: smut, tba.

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[halforc]

[ When he peeked in earlier to grab some juice it didn't look like nearly so many flour explosions had happened, but it's been a couple of hours since then and Fjord has returned out of curiosity (following the delicious smells assaulting his nose as scents travelled upstairs). He swipes a finger on the batter-wet spoon and hums his approval as he tastes it, eyes roving the stacks of brownies cooling on the counters. ]

Tastes like pure sugar, so I assume exactly what you were aiming for.

[ The flour on one of her horns has his lips twitching with a wider smile. He reaches for one of the rows of brownies ... ]

Can I have some of these?

[leetle]

Oh! Perfect!

[Jester grins, pulling the spoon back to lick directly off it, and nodding her approval.]

Yeah, I think this is the one. [She might not have found her soulmate yet, but she'll be damned if she doesn't find the perfect brownie recipe. Cheerfully, she starts to dump the batter from the bowl into a square pan.]

Yeah, yeah, of course! I made literally a zillion of them. What are you doing today?

[halforc]

Oh, not much. Molly's gone out, everyone else is doing something.

[ He shrugs, shoving a brownie in his mouth to chomp on. Might need some milk to go with that, it's sticky ... As he roots around in the fridge, he takes a swig from a bottle and rests an arm on the door as he looks over Jester and the decimation wrought on the kitchen. ]

How long have you been at it in here?

[leetle]

[Jester haphazardly scrapes the batter into the pan, barely looking because she's too busy ogling Fjord's butt as he rummages through the fridge. When he turns to look back at her, she waggles her eyebrows, bending to put the brownie pan in the oven.]

Oh, I don't know, really. Like a couple of hours? It's fun! I decided I should just learn how to bake everything I like to eat so that I don't have to spend money all the time.

[halforc]

[ He misses out on the oogling, finding her back to him as she puts the newest batch of brownies in the oven. Fjord heads over to trace a line down her back to where the base of her tail starts, leaning on the counter nearby. ]

We don't mind spending money on you, Jester.

[leetle]

[Jester giggles at the attention, straightening up and shutting the oven door. She dusts flour off her hands, sending little puffs of dust into the air.]

No, I know! But, like, it just makes more sense this way. Also it means I can have baked goods whenever I want, so!

[Priorities!]

[halforc]

You look like a snowman.

[ His curled knuckle brushes a smear of flour off her cheek, reaching up to dust off one of her horns. ]

More white than blue.

[leetle]

Snow lady.

[She sticks her tongue out at him, and then her gaze turns a little sly as she peeks up at him through her lashes.]

No, we've already played that game, remember?

[More white than blue.]

[halforc]

[ It takes him a second, then his face spasms and he barks out a loud laugh, throwing his head back as he cracks up. His arms loop around her to pull her into a cuddle and maybe muffle his snickering into her fluffy hair. ]

You had to go there!

[leetle]

[Jester's laughter is riotous as Fjord pulls her in, muffled against his pec as she jabs her fingers into his stomach. Revenge!]

It wouldn't be me if I didn't!

[halforc]

[ Blushing uproariously, ruddy red stains the lighter parts of his face and ears as he looks down at her, arms draped on her shoulders. ]

Will you bake me a special brownie?

[ Leeeaning down to kiss her softly and rub the flour off her nose with his. ]

[leetle]

[Her cheeks turn warm and she laughs softly against his lips, quirking her brows at him when he pulls away. Gently, she nips at his lower lip.]

A special brownie? What does that entail?

[halforc]

Something just for me.

[ Oh, she doesn't get away from his lips that easily! He seeks out soft kiss after soft kiss, pecking them from her so the world is reduced to just them. ]

A snack for bedtime?

[leetle]

Ohhh, a bedtime snack!

[Fjord's lips taste like chocolate and it's maybe the most arousing thing Jester has ever experienced? Either way, she presses herself close to him, hands roaming over his waist and dipping down to palm at his butt.]

I think you have that right in front of you already.

[halforc]

[ Eyes crinkled with a smile, he lets his weight tilt into her as she gropes him. ]

There's no limit to the gooey treats I like in my bed, Jessie.

[leetle]

[She wrinkles her nose and laughs, tail lashing behind her.]

Sounds weird, but I'm not here to judge what you're into.

[Behind her on the counter, she gropes for the kitchen timer and sets it for twenty-five minutes. It won't do to burn what might very well be the perfect batch of brownies!]

[halforc]

[ After she sets her timer he grabs her by the waist and (using a strength check of 11!) manages to hoist Jester up onto the counter, if she'll let him. The only other choice is to drop her back down because he definitely can't hold her there longer than the briefest second. ]

Hup!

[leetle]

Oh!

[Jester gasps as she's hoisted up on the counter, and she swats Fjord playfully on the bicep.]

So strong! [Her legs are already hooking around his waist, pulling him in closer, smile sharp and cheerful. She breaks off a corner of a brownie from a nearby rack and pops it in her mouth.] Now, what could we do in twenty-five minutes, I wonder...?

[halforc]

I can think of a couple of things.

[ She's the same height as him now and easy to kiss as he palms his way up her thighs, thumbs running up the inside to follow the heat higher up. His hum licks its way into her mouth with a happy rumble, tasting brownies and something sweet that is entirely Jester. ]

[leetle]

[Jester sighs, equally happy, scooting her butt to the very edge of the counter in an effort to put as little space between them as possible. She's been in need of a good distraction and this...is a very good distraction. Her fingers find Fjord's jawline, stroking over his beard as her mouth parts for him. Kissing Fjord has become familiar, easy enough to settle into a rhythm even as his every touch sets her nerves alight.

Beneath his hands, Jester's soft thighs part easily, greedy for more of his touch and not at all ashamed about it.]

[halforc]

[ Being with Jester is easy, he likes how she touches him and makes him feel so loved and wanted, he wants to make her feel exactly the same. There's no pause as one of his hands skims under her skirt to find her panties and cup the apex of them, rubbing her clit through them and stroking all down the front to make her feel covered in his attention. She owns it completely, and besides ... they only have twenty-five minutes.

Twenty-four.

Plucking out of a kiss, he nips along her jawline with his tusks, eyes on her. ]

Let's see if I can't melt you like butter ...

[leetle]

[It doesn't take much before Fjord has a whimpering tiefling in his arms; Jester is so sensitive that even the lightest of strokes has her breath catching in her throat. She giggles, wriggling in his arms at the nip of tusk across her jaw, and surveys him with a deepening flush to her chest and face.]

Yeah? I totally bet you can't.

[Someone has to be the devil's advocate, right?]

[halforc]

[ A tsking noise on the back of his tongue heralds the trailing touch up and down those (undoubltedly) cute panties, teasing her by hooking a finger under their edge and sliiiiding between her folds. ]

Will you still bake me my own brownie ... ?

[leetle]

[Shuddering in Fjord's grasp, Jester's laugh wrings out of her, shaky and a little less in-control. His teasing is going to be the absolute death of her.]

Yeah, I c-can probably do that...

[Her hips rut forward, seeking out more of that teasing touch. She's all too aware of the ticking of that kitchen timer...]

[halforc]

I want ... chocolate brownies, [ mouthing along her jaw as he murmurs heatedly, he slides a finger inside her to slowly move, finding the right angle, ] with icing and sprinkles ...

[ Fjord corrals into Jester's space, tugging her closer with an arm around her waist so the only place she can shift is forward onto his hand. He nuzzles by an ear, following to the pointed tip where he nips. ]

And a Tusktooth face on top.