Open RP post for Maggie Garcia

[talesuntold]

Because we chose to tell the truth
(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.

—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.

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[tinstar]

His lips travel across her jaw, pausing to nip at her ear before those nips move to her throat, his one adventurous hand reaching up to snap her bra open with a snap of his fingers. His fingers didn't wait, smoothing around her side to slide up under her breast, gripping lightly before he pulls back and pushes up. His shirt is unceremoniously pulled off and tossed to the side before he is pushing up her shirt and bra to bend, sweeping her nipple up into his mouth. His hand went back to work, moving down to her pants, where he popped the button and worked the zipper open.

He wanted her naked and against him, drowning out and pushing away everything, the Barge, the questions, the everything that wasn't her and making her gasp his name.

[talesuntold]

Maggie hums approvingly as his mouth wanders. When he sits back, she's too captivated by the view to take advantage of the opportunity to get out of her own clothes, her gaze sliding down him as she bites her lip.

But as soon as he's back on her, she makes up for lost time, only pausing long enough to moan at the pressure of his mouth before she's squirming the rest of the way out of her shirt and bra, then unfastening his pants to palm him through his boxers.

"Love you," she murmurs, just for the joy of saying it. Of not wondering how much she's allowed to feel for him. No more holding back.