#plasticsinned

   ❝ let’s go to mine, then. ❞  She claims with certainty.  ❝ it’s a little more comfy. ❞

       In truth, her chambers have been designed to be off-ground ; a room off to the side with minimalist decorating, walls coated in silk & a hammock-like berth  --  she’ll need to make adjustments to it once they reach it, she has some ideas she’d like to test with him when they do.  the playful kind. 

       As they make their way deeper into their home, she switches to her alt mode to ascend to her room, and as Airachnia thinks on it... she hasn’t been in this state in such a long time.  she hasn’t had the time to be, and back then the many-armed bot was certain no one would have similar feelings for her.  no one with common sense, anyways. 

       Looking over her shoulder, violet optics hold a glint just as teasing as her tone before climbing into her room.

      “It’s right there, all the time. I can only do so much to avoid it, ok?” 

A pause, a slight blush.

🍆 for intentional or Ѡ for accidental nudes // accepting

It's strange, being out on the city by her lonesome. In clothes that are meant to be soft and comfortable, and without a single knife upon her person. Colm told her to take the day to herself, relax, enjoy the sunlight, and that he'd have dinner waiting by the time she got back.

She's been enjoying her time, not so much the silence, but it's been pleasant and she has no complaints about it thus far.

Her phone pings as she sits quietly in the park, enjoying the sun (as Colm said) and she scoots slightly around to be able to tug it out. She raises a brow at the picture accompanied by an emoji and when she opens the picture? She finds herself to be pleasantly surprised.

The picture Colm sent is certainly lovely. He's back at the apartment they share, his muscles on full display, paired with a wink that's got her flustering beneath her mask. There's nothing there that she hasn't seen before, but the entire view the man is clearly focusing on is one arm, the one that had that flowery tattoo on it.

She squints at the tattoo, her eyes noticing something quite new with it...something she absolutely did not expect. Something that made her heart kick right up.

A knife, one of her knives, tattooed right within the flower.

Warmth fills her before she can stop it, not that she'd ever want to. Colm added one of her knives upon his skin, a permanent fixture on his body, angled and beautiful and detailed down to the grooves.

He probably did not need to send the full body nude in order to show it off, but she so does love looking at him. He's the whole package honestly: wonderful, handsome, strong, kind, and stable with his affection. A plus, the sorceress did not shrink everything about him. There is only one text she sends back.

Send me a ‘🔥’ to jump straight into some casual sex, no intro required

@plasticsinned shanted: 🔥 // and if I drop Flambae in here--

             Today seemed like the perfect day to commit a couple of HR violations at the same time. But if they were sneaky enough about it, none of them will get caught.

             Muffled noises came from High Tide’s vocoder, mainly because his mouth was already occupied with... Well, something. Placing his servo at the wall besides him, he pulled the shaft from the warmth of his mouth and looked up at Flambae, his free servo finding a bit more support on the floor he was kneeling on after removing a strand of cabling from his face.