Imprints in Stone [AU]

[GamesMaster]

He shifts a little, in a body language cue she's coming to realize more and more is akin to a blush. "It takes some doing, but yes."

[Bethany]

Which gets a slightly predatory look from Bethany. Leaning in, she stares directly into his eyes. "I'd like to see what I'd be working with... mind if I... put in that doing?" she asks in her best purr. "Get a little... first hand experience?"

[GamesMaster]

He smiles, moving to peck her on the cheek. "Oh, but, have you been with a tomcat before?"

[Bethany]

"A toy shaped like a tomcat," Bethany replies, shaking her head a bit. "I, uh, I like... well, I really like the rougher texture of a cat's tongue on my cunny, so I'm hoping I'll really like the texture on your cock too."

[GamesMaster]

He relaxes a touch. "Ah, good. I'd hate to disappoint."

[Bethany]

Bethany shifts so she's pressed against Don firmly. Whispering in his ear, she informs him, "you can touch me with your hands or mouth anywhere you like, just no vaginal penetration. Under clothes isn't just fine, it's fun."

[GamesMaster]

Don happily obeys, stroking her, teasing her, drawing out of her sighs and moans he seems to quite enjoy, though it does little for his readiness. Before they're quite finished, however, the door to the rooftop opens, and Miki pokes his head out. 

"We made ban--" He cuts off, then, seeing Don's hands under Beth's blouse.

[Bethany]

"Run," Bethany informs him nearly cheerfully, not pulling her own hand from Don's trousers. 

[GamesMaster]

Miki swallows, pulling his head back in and shutting the door firmly.

[Bethany]

Bethany groans softly, resting her forehead against Don's shoulder. "Brothers," she says crossly, then kisses his cheek. At least I have a rough idea on his girth, unless he really expands when fully erect. "Still..." She kisses him again. "I think we'll be okay. Now, let's go skin your idiot brother."


It's understandable, really, that Don would... misunderstand why Beth pulls him aside the following afternoon- and then slips a wedge under the door. But despite her curling up next to him on the faded sofa, she seems far from... flirty. "I... I need to talk to someone," she finally murmurs. "And... and I want to... my family is a fucking mess right now. I sometimes wonder if I have any right to be dragging you into it."

[GamesMaster]

"Of course you do. You're a Bandanna," he says softly, petting her hair.

[Bethany]

"The way you say that..." Bethany looks at him, eyes soft. "You're going to make a wonderful father." Bethany stills a moment. "Umm. Ignore that, I- if we talk about that, we'll never get back to- Carver. I need to... talk about Carver. And Merrill. Before I shatter."

[GamesMaster]

"Are they alright?" he asks, with real concern. "Carver really scared me, that day."

[Bethany]

"Gods," Bethany says with a shudder. "That day, the day after, the week after, yesterday..." She swallows. "He's.... no. Better. Safe, I think. Pretty sure. But not okay. He's... gods, he's hurting so badly and he can't... he doesn't know how to... He's hurting himself just to-"

[GamesMaster]

"Hey, hey," says Don softly. "It's okay, Beth. He'll be okay."