boom boom room (w2) | celeste & odette

[masterplan]

Welcome to the Boom Boom Room!

Once you get in here, you are free to do whatever you please behind the (thankfully) lockable door. As long as that 'whatever' is something spicy. There's a camera somewhere in here, but like, you probably suspected that already.

Have fun!

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[But she is, like, the opposite of a good girl, evidenced by the way she forces against Celeste's grip on her face and drags her closer by the hair, stopping just short of bringing her close enough to kiss.]

You like it a little rough just to prove you can handle it, that it?

[Odette can certainly be rough (ask everyone who's walked out of this room with her teeth marks still in them), but this, like many things in life, should still be fun. Her tongue skirts the full curve of Celeste's perfectly soft - still unbitten - bottom lip.

In a repeat of their encounter at the skating rink, Odette maneuvers them back against the wall, this time the narrow space between the fireplace and the tall window spilling light into the room this game is really Celeste goes to wallcon after all. As soon as she feels that unyielding surface meet Celeste's back, Odette tugs her head back, tilting her up for a full, aggressive kiss.]

[aasimilate]

[ Celeste truly being the ceo of walls here...

Defiance ignites like a flame behind Celeste's gaze at Odette's words; the woman has such a way of just sinking those teeth of hers into ideas and giving voice to that which others would never dare to say to her at home—

And yet, because of that, Celeste cannot help but be utterly intrigued by her.

Especially as, usually, she is the one in command, hers is the tongue that teases and the teeth that bite, but as the way her back meets another wall by Odette's efforts shall attest, there are some exceptions to be made.

She meets the ferocity of Odette's kiss with her own, angling her head so that their mouths can slot together more easily to deepen the kiss, but her hand is reaching to thread into Odette's shorter hair, too, with a vicious sort of grip of her own, and the other practically claws at the other woman's back over skintight fabric, feeling the rippling of her muscles beneath her seemingly delicate fingertips. ]

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[There she goes. Fighting not like she's cornered, but as if she's on the brink of being unleashed. She thinks she can see some similarities between them even now. The rake of her fingers through the thin construction of her shirt means every dig and scratch is easily felt, though she's sure Celeste can do more damage when there's nothing at all between them. Odette hisses, but not unhappily.

It's impossible not to be tempted to meet force with force, and Celeste's trackable interest in her muscles is - well - she can't say she doesn't like it, when they're just as likely to frighten someone off as they are to draw attention. Bracing Celeste against the wall, she lifts her into it, the extra leverage providing balance enough that she can manage to hold her there without needing both hands once she's encouraged her to entangle her legs around her waist. Sometimes a bitch is just so strong and her muscles are just so big.

Their kissing has been deep and crushing and fierce, so Celeste might expect a bite or a nip when Odette forces their mouth separate, breathless and smug. But there isn't one, perhaps on purpose, to leave her looking for something that hasn't come.] Well, you gonna tell me? What exactly do you think you can take? [Is it bait or consideration? Better not think too hard about it.]

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[ It's easy to fall into instincts and physical urges here, and with such company, and as such Celeste winds her arms around Odette with ease, ankles crossed over the other woman's hips as she pushes her even closer into her, seeking that sweet friction because a bitch is just so strong and her muscles are just so big.

And truly, the same instincts have Celeste chasing after Odette's lips when she breaks the kiss, having indeed been looking for at least a nip or two, and instead finding that smug look on her face. ]

I believe the answers lie not in words but in actions, Miss Odette. But I do invite you to find out.

[ She leans in not to resume their bruising kiss, but instead to part her lips over the curve of Odette's shoulder where it slopes into her neck, her breath gusting hot before she laves her tongue over skin salty with sweat from their exertions at the ice rink. ]

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Hah... Suit yourself. [Fair enough. The words leave Odette's mouth half-breathlessly, encouraged by the scalding stroke of Celeste's tongue against her skin. Some people are just more forthcoming about the things they want with their bodies rather than their words.

If it's friction she wants, then Celeste's skating dress is in direct opposition to that goal, and an obstacle that Odette is eager to push out of the way. The thick fabric is a chore to bunch up, but she starts working her hand around to it, showing the classy costume exactly as much delicateness as she intends to give her partner. If it rips, it rips - she would tear it off in an instant for the right results.

As soon as she's pulled the dress up high enough to bare the thighs that have so eagerly wrapped around her, Odette pushes her hips forward hard to meet Celeste's pull. It's probably the only acceptable way Celeste will ever be slammed into a wall, forceful enough to be a clear power play - goading, fun, but aggressive all the same. She fully intends to set the pace of their dry humping, especially if Celeste insists on taking control of their making out. Odette grinds up hard enough to slide Celeste along the wall and back again, the edge of her thumb that has just a sliver of access remaining to it cupping along the side of her breast.]

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[ If it rips, it rips - and it most certainly will rip as it's subjected to Odette's strength and hunger alike. The breath escapes from Celeste's lungs at the feeling of it, like her skin has grown much too hot for her body and now finds relief in being exposed to the air around them.

There is certainly a back-and-forth power play, here, but Celeste finds it nothing short of intoxicating, to be handled so thoroughly by such a strong woman, and one whom she intends to display her own strength against, as well. Her hips meet every movement of Odette's as her body yields along the wall and against the other woman's body, but she does not intend to let her companion do all of the work. To that end, she resumes her attentions to Odette's neck, this time drawing skin between her teeth as she sucks and bites hard enough to leave marks, while one hand tightens in Odette's hair, and the other likewise tightens into the fabric of her top and tugs, eager to see them both more bare than they currently are. ]

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[This would be the moment, scalding heat building between them and Celeste busy marking up her neck, that Odette remembers someone saw fit to outfit her with a long-sleeved bodysuit as her top for the skating rink. She groans loudly, more stymied arousal than actual exasperation, forehead lowering.]

This fuckin' thing... [Odette murmurs under her breath, feeling the fabric stretch but not yield to Celeste's tugging. Unless she wants to tear it - which she very much admits she'd like to see the other woman do - a change in scenery might be necessary. When Odette boosts Celeste in her arms again to tighten her hold on her, and carries her to the plush bed, it's done somewhat begrudgingly. She really would have liked to see how long the both of them could have lasted against the wall. Celeste will find herself deposited none too gently, though with the amount of down cushioning her landing, that, at least, will be soft enough. If only Odette's words were the same - but she follows with a taunting,] Stay, princess.

[The brief distance is time enough, at least, for Odette to peel the leggings and skater skirt off, leaving only the bodysuit needing to be unsnapped before it can be pried off. As she crawls back to Celeste's side, it's her bare thigh, this time, that she seeks to press between her legs so they can work on the dress problem. Or the Odette sowing and reaping problem, if Celeste is feeling spicy.]

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[ It really is a shame that their clothing would have them parting with that wall so very soon, but oh well.

Anywho, she is feeling rather spicy, thanks, spurred on by the heat of the moment, at watching Odette's body work herself free of her clothing, and the way she's been called princess. Another defiant expression pulls at her face, intensifying her gaze and curling her lips into a smirk as Odette joins her on the bed - all the better for her to grab the other woman by her arms to try and flip them both over before her thigh can reach its destination. ]

Very quaint of you to think I will just lay here and listen to your orders, Miss Odette. You are still not bare enough for my liking.

[ Anyhow, if she does manage to flip Odette, then she shall be making short work of that bodysuit. ]

cheekily tagging back spicy thread first just once bc it's friday...little treat

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[It's really a shame, but at least Celeste will have a short break from walls until next time...or, just as likely, next round.

If she underestimated Celeste's strength just because she's beautiful and elegant, Odette would deserve to get her ass handed to her. Even before she was warned that there's no need to treat the lady like a fragile figurine, she was ready to defend herself from what would surely be vicious attacks on Celeste's end.

Too strong to be quickly overturned, Odette does not flip easily, but it is certainly more fun to give Celeste a little rein, so she will eventually go - if not without a fight. Her fingers dig bruises into pale skin, running up and along the bits of Celeste left half-revealed, and her teeth finally make good on the promise of a biting kiss, snapping first at the air before they seize Celeste's bottom lip. She nips until it's sure to swell, to maybe even draw a little blood.

From the new position, the bodysuit can be easily done away with, especially accounting for the helpful inclusion of snaps, but it'll be equally helpful to Odette in her quest to do away with the much more complicated dress, which she tugs at with little regard for its wellbeing, trying to override the fastenings.] That makes two of us. Suppose you think you'll be the one giving the commands instead?