Multi Muse 21+ Indie RP

Zelda didn't know how to explain that the driver being there didn't worry her exactly. It more excited her. Knowing that if he turned around he would see what they were doing. It filled her with an excitement she hadn't felt before. She let her eyes slide shut as she focused on the touch to her inner thighs. "I don't remember exactly." She said honestly. "Maybe sometime last week? My bedroom is next to my parents and I always worry about them hearing me so I don't do that as much as I would like" Zelda realized she was probably giving to much unnecessary information, but her brain was too focused on the hand ghosting her thigh.

Zelda felt her cheeks grow warm at the compliment. She never thought of herself as special, and she was never really seen as special by her peers in school, but something about the way Imogen said it made Zelda believe that she was special. Zeldas eyes widened a bit at the question and her eyes flitted over to the driver for a moment, and then back to Imogen. She leaned back in the seat and wordlessly spread her legs obediently. She bit her lip, eyes flickering between Imogen and the driver.

Sasha made a little hum, very much involuntarily, at his affection. Maybe it was because she was so starved of it lately, but it felt nice. She just wanted someone to see her, not just the tired mom of twins. It was validating to hear that from him, and she would remember this for a long time.

DJ leaned back into the couch, resting an arm around the back. He chuckled at the "ambiance" lighting and turned his attention back to the screen.

"Oof," Sasha grunted as she got to her feet, immediately settling into the nearby chair with a loud sigh. "I remember being able to move without making sound effects. Or maybe that was a dream? A very vivid dream." The bakery owner had been pregnant for so long that sometimes she forgot what it was like to not be lugging around two babies. Her protruding belly was more than enough to remind her of that, to say nothing of everything else that came with the third trimester.

"I remember that too," DJ teased. He sat back down on the floor and started to look over the directions when Sasha's question made him freeze for a moment.

Sasha was not really sure what exactly to call the dynamic she and DJ had been developing this last year or so. They were certainly very physically affectionate, but that was true for deep friendships as well. It occupied a sort of liminal space in her mind. Maybe that should be the topic for their walk? It really just depended on how tired the kids were from traveling. Her toddlers, especially.

DJ spent most of his younger years as a player and playing around with whoever he wanted. But now DJ was older and ready to settle down, and though the idea of going from a dad of two to a dad of four scared him, he liked the idea of doing it with Sasha by his side. He was hoping that this family vacation could help them push past the friendship line in their relationship.

God, he probably thinks I am ridiculous, she thinks, still sitting amidst the ruin. "At least I saved the directions," she jokes wearily. "Help mama up. I want to get in the rocking chair and tell you what to do. Then we can order food."

DJ chuckled and reached his arms out, helping her up off the floor. "Of course, how can I do it properly without you telling me exactly what to do" He winked at her. "Oh wow, I like that a lot, you better show me those pictures when they come back!"

Zelda relaxed as much as she could in the car, but she was not used to sitting in such a nice, clean car and being driven by am actual driver like a big wig or a celebrity. "No it wouldn't have been an issue at all!" She said quickly. "I was just curious is all. I didn't know if this was a first time kind of thing for you or not." Zelda explained. She stared humming a tune under her breath and looked out the window as the car drove down the road.

Zelda tried her best to look natural as she walked out of the building with Imogen. Luckily not many people were left, but she didn't want anyone to think anything weird as they walked out together. Zelda gave a polite nod to the driver as she slid into the car and settled into the seat. "A bit" She admitted honestly. "Though I think my nerves are more from anticipation than nervousness." She said. "Have you had this kind of arrangement with an employee before?"

"Thank you. I like to think I did a good job baking him." Oh, she knew that smirk anywhere! Quinn definitely had a story to share, and Hannah was prepared to hold space for the woman to do so at her leisure… whether that was now or in the future. "Wonderful. Every birth story matters, Quinn. I would be happy to share mine with you as well, whenever you like." Hannah was always very open about these kinds of things. "Keep scrolling back. There is a picture from the day before he arrived. I really want you to see it." To say she was proud was an understatement.

"Well my birth story starts at my high school show choir regionals competition." Quinn told her. "We just finished our performance and my mom comes running up to me. Starts telling me she's wants me to move back in with her after letting my dad kick me out. Then my water breaks! Cut to a dozen frantic 16 year olds still in their elaborate show choir outfits rushing me through the hospital in a wheelchair." Quinn laughed. "Found out after we lost the competition" Quinn shrugged. Quinn scrolled on her phone and found the picture Hannah was talking about. "OH wow!"

Hannah found Quinn easy to talk to, which was a rarity for her with new people who were not patients. Boy did she have some dating stories. "My favorite topic, how did you know?" She chuckled at both Quinn and herself. "Yeah? I would love to hear it sometime if you're open to sharing! My Henry, he was a big boy. I think I pushed for almost two hours? Not ashamed to say I roared him out like a cavewoman. You should have seen me waddling up and down these hallways, girl, I was huge!" With that cue, she whipped out her phone and opened up her camera roll. The last few months were, indeed, mostly her son. "What about you? Tell me about your little one." Not how she was expecting this conversation to go but she would never complain. She also found herself leaning closer…

"I'm open to sharing." Quinn nodded. "It is a funny story now that I look back on it." Quinn smirked. She was enjoying talking to Hannah, it was way more natural and fluid than any conversations she's had on dating apps recently. Quinn laughed and Hannahs story and looked over at the photos on her phone. "Oh wow he's such a cutie!" She fawned. At Hananh's question Quinn's smile faltered a bit. She expected the question, she brought it on herself after all, but she still didn't love talking about it. But her therapist said talking about it and acknowledging it was good, so that's what she did. "Her name is Beth, and she's in elementary school. At least I assume so." She shrugged. "Last time I saw her was my senior year of high school, she was about a year and a half old." Quinn told Hannah. She brought out her phone and quickly found a photo of a teenage Quinn holding baby Beth.

"Quinn," she repeated, extending her hand like a proper professional. Hannah was good with names and dates but not so much faces unless she saw the person regularly. Unsurprisingly that was only a problem with people who did not work at the hospital. The balcony was only a short walk and the air was crisp. "I am an obstetrician. Been here for, goodness, years now. I actually had my own baby not too long ago. A little boy. His name is Henry. It is just he and I. We are a tiny team. I miss him right now. He is at home with one of his bajillion aunties."

"Oh that's wonderful! I'm sure you have a ton of good stories about mothers in the delivery room and ridiculous baby names people give their kids." Quinn chuckled. "God knows my doctor probably still tells the story of when I gave birth." Quinn laughed. "Oh Henry is such a nice name! Do you have a picture of him?" Quinn asked her leaning a bit closer to the woman.

Zelda felt her cheeks warm at the mention of being on her knees. Zelda was not a naturally authoritative person, in or outside the bedroom, but just the visual of being on her knees in front of her boss made her want to squirm. "Well you don't have to worry about control being taken away. I'm not a very demanding person, in any aspect of life." She told Imogen. As they walked Zelda could feel the tension and anticipation for what was to come grow inside her and started wishing that teleportation was a thing so they could get to Imogen's place faster.

-> open for: f. -> muse: peter parker, spider-man.

Odette poured herself a drink and looked around the apartment, watching people mingle and chat amongst each other. She had been dragged here by a friend of hers who lived in the building, and then promptly abandoned. She was pouring herself a drink in the kitchen when someone spoke to her. "Not often. I was dragged here by my friend, but I haven't seen her in like 45 minutes." She shrugged. "What about you? Do you go to house parties often?"

"Ok, that's fine with me." Zelda said softly. She did wonder how she was going to get back here to get her car, but she figured that the question wouldn't be appreciated right now so she kept it to herself. She climbed into the elevator with Imogen and was thrown by the question. "Oh" She paused for a moment, having to think of an answer. "Um. Anal and I anything involving non-sexual bodily fluid is a no. Also treating me like an animal, like a dog or a cat, I saw that in porn once and I really didn't like it." Zelda said quickly. "Do you have any hardlines I should know?" She asked.

Zeldas eyes widened when Imogen started gathering her stuff. Were they really going now? She opened her phone and sent a quick text to her mom, letting her know that she would be home late and not to wait up for her. Even as a teen her parents never gave her a hard time about staying out late, so she knew that her parents wouldn't be worried or concerned if she came home late. If at all. "Yes Ma'am," She nodded, shoving her phone into her pocket and quickly following the woman out the door.