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[selfwound]

WHAT Last chance for timefuck except not really
WHERE Wherever
WHEN Day 127, whenever

[So, you've been messing around with time.]

[Okay, we've actually been doing that, yeah. Quiet Mounds is still a bit unpredictable, with the seasons and the clocks a little haywire. Today, there's another little pulse of magic. Maybe some of you find yourself back to normal? Or maybe more people are suddenly the wrong age or timeline. Maybe Deadpool shows up. I don't know.]

[Last post for deage/age-up/etc event, though obviously you can continue to backthread or play at your leisure after this.]

Comments

[turnonmycharm]

[looks surprised, then abruptly lights up in a smile]

[curatorrid]

[oh he. he blushes very hard]

[turnonmycharm]

Thank you. That means a lot.

[curatorrid]

A-ah, well, I. I. So does. Your sharing, er, your sharing it.

[turnonmycharm]

[ducks his head, leaning in to kiss Booth very lightly]

[curatorrid]

[he freezes up, but not because he doesn't want to; he just doesn't know how. He lets out a soft sound]

[turnonmycharm]

[draws away pretty quickly, just licking his lips, looking at him fondly]

Sorry.

[curatorrid]

N-no, I—D-don't apologize.

[turnonmycharm]

Mm, I might have asked permission.

[curatorrid]

I, er, I didn't. M-mind.

[turnonmycharm]

. . .

Then, may I kiss you again?

[curatorrid]

T...take me inside first...?

[turnonmycharm]

. . .

[Tristan can't help it]

[he smirks]

[curatorrid]

[I don't get it] N-no?

[turnonmycharm]

[slides a hand around him, palm warm against the small of his back]

Let's go.

[curatorrid]

[a HUGE spike of confused arousal when he gets touched and doesn't hate it]

Y-yes.

[turnonmycharm]

[Tristan's cheeks flush, a little startled as his empathy picks that up]

Ah—

[curatorrid]

[ducks his head, guiltily basking]

[turnonmycharm]

[leading his way into the apartment elevator ///]

[curatorrid]

[very quiet out of fear this will stop if he comments on it]

[turnonmycharm]

[fuck]

[as soon as the elevator doors close, he's cupping Booth's face in his hands, leaning in to kiss him deeply]

[curatorrid]

[groans, attempting to kiss back]

[turnonmycharm]

[is still trying to go at least a little easy on him, but he's hungry, and needy]

[curatorrid]

[hesitantly pulls himself closer, eager and open and, if Tristan were a worse person, frankly just easy pickings]

[turnonmycharm]

[the elevator door goes ding, and opens]

[Tristan pulls back, just staring down at him]