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I'd definitely call that a pro tip.
I do try. To be honest I don't really send these anymore. Not on purpose. Can't say that it bothers me if you're enjoying it though.
I might be, whatever your definition of 'ass shot' is.
Kind of busy at the moment though, so it might have to wait.
[ She's already gotten a glimpse of what he's up to right now. ]
I do try. To be honest I don't really send these anymore. Not on purpose. Can't say that it bothers me if you're enjoying it though.
I might be, whatever your definition of 'ass shot' is.
Kind of busy at the moment though, so it might have to wait.
[ She's already gotten a glimpse of what he's up to right now. ]
hey no shame in trying to get out of the sexting game
but you should know if you ever decide to get back in you could probably make a killing
and by that i mean everyone who would keel over at getting a shot like that
[ reading back on what he'd said, it occurs to her that he's asking for something from her instead, but she needs to establish something else important here. ]
wait
are you still going?
but you should know if you ever decide to get back in you could probably make a killing
and by that i mean everyone who would keel over at getting a shot like that
[ reading back on what he'd said, it occurs to her that he's asking for something from her instead, but she needs to establish something else important here. ]
wait
are you still going?
[ Any expectation of reciprocation is all teasing, he's genuinely fine with just showing off, but obviously he won't complain if she decided to participate somehow. ]
It would be awkward to stop in the middle of this, so yeah.
If you want to keep watching, I wouldn't mind.
It would be awkward to stop in the middle of this, so yeah.
If you want to keep watching, I wouldn't mind.
[ she doesn't reply via text right away, but she does sort of slump back against her pillow and push out a soft breath through pursed lips, murmur a wow to herself.
technically, this isn't the craziest thing she's ever done, though. ]
yeah
maybe you should show me what you're up to then
technically, this isn't the craziest thing she's ever done, though. ]
yeah
maybe you should show me what you're up to then
[ He really wouldn't usually do this. There might even be a case to be argued that he's letting some impulses fly that he wouldn't have otherwise just because it's a harmless enough outlet that he desperately needs right now. He's getting off, someone else is having fun, and for a few minutes at least he's not thinking about all of the responsibilities he's got to get back to, let alone the ones he's taking on here. ]
Well in that case.
[ There's no jostling necessary to flip it over to video, it's just a convenient shift in intention to change the feed from text over to video, this time a constant connection rather than a clip out of context. Not much has changed in that image though, mostly just the fact that his pace has sped up a bit from the slow strokes she saw before.
He's not asking for reciprocation, but he will shoot a lazy, satisfied sort of grin across the line as he rubs his thumb over the tip of his cock. ]
I'm not used to having an audience.
[ Not for this anyway, but he's clearly not uncomfortable at being the center of attention either. ]
Well in that case.
[ There's no jostling necessary to flip it over to video, it's just a convenient shift in intention to change the feed from text over to video, this time a constant connection rather than a clip out of context. Not much has changed in that image though, mostly just the fact that his pace has sped up a bit from the slow strokes she saw before.
He's not asking for reciprocation, but he will shoot a lazy, satisfied sort of grin across the line as he rubs his thumb over the tip of his cock. ]
I'm not used to having an audience.
[ Not for this anyway, but he's clearly not uncomfortable at being the center of attention either. ]
[ Her smile is almost more commiserating, in a sense; it's not like she really has anything to recommend at home save for Shorty's, and they're not exactly known for their bar apps either. Maybe it's more the atmosphere she misses, maneuvering around a crowded bar, trying to find an empty table, hustling people at pool. ]
Wow. That sucks. [ She chuckles, not envious in the slightest, but then also wonders what it's like to have essentially a blood purifier in your system. ]
So does that mean you can't ever get sick? No colds? No flu, nothing?
Wow. That sucks. [ She chuckles, not envious in the slightest, but then also wonders what it's like to have essentially a blood purifier in your system. ]
So does that mean you can't ever get sick? No colds? No flu, nothing?
[It’s been well over a week now since she texted him by mistake, and Din is pretty certain that by now she’s figured out that he’s not who she thought he was. He’s not exactly sure why he’s texting her, but he can’t sleep for some reason, and he thought of her. Of how it had been so easy to text back and forth with her, even if it had been for the selfish goal of sexual release. Maybe it had to do with the fact that they don’t know each other and that there’s clearly no jugement between them, and he could definitely use some easy, no pressure conversation tonight. He’s not even looking for something steamy, he just want something to distract his mind, for a while.]
Are you asleep Sweet Girl?
[If she’s mad at him for not coming forth with their case of mistaken identity, he wouldn’t hold it against her, but he still chances a text, in case she’s not that angry with him.]
Are you asleep Sweet Girl?
[If she’s mad at him for not coming forth with their case of mistaken identity, he wouldn’t hold it against her, but he still chances a text, in case she’s not that angry with him.]
[ yeah, it definitely hadn't taken her long to figure out that the person she was texting was a) not the person who had her panties, because she'd actually found that red lacy pair in her own room a few hours later and b) someone she'd never even met before, much less spoken to on this ship.
going back over their conversation hadn't produced any new information, and she'd never gotten a name or even as much as a photo — but she'd sent him hers, and... let's just say now she's feeling a little stupid. well, part-stupid and the other part is more complicated than that, because she's pretty sure he hadn't been messing with her either. that everything they'd said to each other hadn't been a prank of some kind.
but she's not asleep when he texts her, even if she stares at the message in her field of vision for a few minutes trying to figure out how to answer it. ]
did you just "u up" me?
[ she's more amused than anything, come to find out. ]
going back over their conversation hadn't produced any new information, and she'd never gotten a name or even as much as a photo — but she'd sent him hers, and... let's just say now she's feeling a little stupid. well, part-stupid and the other part is more complicated than that, because she's pretty sure he hadn't been messing with her either. that everything they'd said to each other hadn't been a prank of some kind.
but she's not asleep when he texts her, even if she stares at the message in her field of vision for a few minutes trying to figure out how to answer it. ]
did you just "u up" me?
[ she's more amused than anything, come to find out. ]
[ him switching it to video means that for the most part, she sees what he sees, whatever he wants to direct his attention towards, and that means that almost as soon as he turns the connection over to that on his end she'll be greeted by the sight of his hand shifting almost below the frame before he tilts his eyes down to show her exactly how he's using it.
at this point, it seems only fair for her to do the same, a quick toggle over using the nanites and she's got her own view recording for him, clearly sitting in bed with her knees drawn up slightly to reveal that she's currently not wearing anything in the way of pants. for the moment, however, her hand is very firmly resting on her bare thigh without moving higher. ]
Does it feel weird? [ she murmurs it, low enough that it almost feels like she's sitting next to him, but also quieter because she's clearly enjoying what he's showing her. ] Like having someone else in your head, kind of.
at this point, it seems only fair for her to do the same, a quick toggle over using the nanites and she's got her own view recording for him, clearly sitting in bed with her knees drawn up slightly to reveal that she's currently not wearing anything in the way of pants. for the moment, however, her hand is very firmly resting on her bare thigh without moving higher. ]
Does it feel weird? [ she murmurs it, low enough that it almost feels like she's sitting next to him, but also quieter because she's clearly enjoying what he's showing her. ] Like having someone else in your head, kind of.
[She's not wrong in her assessment of him: everything Din has written to her that night hadn't been meant as a prank, especially when their texting had turned into something more than just teasing about a pair of not-so lost red panties. In all honesty, he's never done anything like that before, from describing everything he'd like to do to her, to letting her on for that long. While people tend to assume he's not trustworthy because he's a bounty hunter, Din makes a point of being honest with his words, simply choosing not to speak when he can't be truthful.
The longer he waits for her reply, the more he feels guilty for his misleading, but then he gets her text back, and he relaxes slightly under the helmet:]
Yeah, I guess I just did.
Wasn't I supposed to?
[A subtle way to ask for her permission to keep on texting her; an 'out' if she's not interested, an opportunity for her to tell him to fuck himself if she wants to. It's the least he can offer, after all.]
The longer he waits for her reply, the more he feels guilty for his misleading, but then he gets her text back, and he relaxes slightly under the helmet:]
Yeah, I guess I just did.
Wasn't I supposed to?
[A subtle way to ask for her permission to keep on texting her; an 'out' if she's not interested, an opportunity for her to tell him to fuck himself if she wants to. It's the least he can offer, after all.]
[ He definitely appreciates the view, whether or not she's going as far with it as he is. He's straightforward with these things, if showing her was conditional on her participation he would have said so, but that doesn't mean he won't feel a new flush of heat at the idea of those fingers sliding between her legs, as if he needed more encouragement to keep going with his own stroking.
It takes him a couple of seconds to realize she's talking about the method of communication, mostly because he's understandably very distracted at the moment. When he does he makes a low noise that's meant to be thoughtful, but it ends up sounding almost like a quiet moan as he grips his cock tighter, encouraging the spill of more glistening drops of precome. ]
Kind of. It's not too different from what I'm used to looking at.
[ It hadn't occurred to him that he could change the perspective on it, so that it's more up close and personal than what amounts to a very detailed, impossibly vivid holo projection that only he can see. But that might be because that's what he expected it to look like, since it's all driven by his own mind. ]
But I'm not used to controlling it with my thoughts. [ He continues, almost casually, but the tone of his voice is still too low and rough to hide how aroused he is right now. ] That's new.
[ Weird, but kind of fascinating and definitely useful. ]
It takes him a couple of seconds to realize she's talking about the method of communication, mostly because he's understandably very distracted at the moment. When he does he makes a low noise that's meant to be thoughtful, but it ends up sounding almost like a quiet moan as he grips his cock tighter, encouraging the spill of more glistening drops of precome. ]
Kind of. It's not too different from what I'm used to looking at.
[ It hadn't occurred to him that he could change the perspective on it, so that it's more up close and personal than what amounts to a very detailed, impossibly vivid holo projection that only he can see. But that might be because that's what he expected it to look like, since it's all driven by his own mind. ]
But I'm not used to controlling it with my thoughts. [ He continues, almost casually, but the tone of his voice is still too low and rough to hide how aroused he is right now. ] That's new.
[ Weird, but kind of fascinating and definitely useful. ]
[ Cash nods slightly. ]
I haven't had an illness since before my magic manifested, when I was... eleven, twelve, something like that. [ He used to remember the number. Now, it's a bad memory. Ill tidings; the start of his life going downhill. ] No illnesses, m' tired less often, cuts and bruises and injuries heal up immediately. It's not all bad.
[ But it has painted a target on his back. ]
I haven't had an illness since before my magic manifested, when I was... eleven, twelve, something like that. [ He used to remember the number. Now, it's a bad memory. Ill tidings; the start of his life going downhill. ] No illnesses, m' tired less often, cuts and bruises and injuries heal up immediately. It's not all bad.
[ But it has painted a target on his back. ]
[ really, she should be pissed. that's what she keeps coming back to, but then again, it's not like she has the impression that he did it specifically to make fun of her. maybe he was just as confused at the start, but then it hadn't really turned into that later. she still remembers coming on her fingers hard with his words swimming on the insides of her eyelids, and as far as she can tell, he'd been getting himself off on the other end of the line too.
what drives her a little crazy, though, is not knowing who he is on this ship or what he even looks like. ]
i don't know
depends on what you want to talk about this time
[ it's equally subtle, but it's there; she's willing to hear him out, but maybe it's going to steer a different way than the last conversation did. that isn't to say she'd be opposed to more, but these days she hasn't done anything that reckless unless she's been soaked in whiskey too. ]
what drives her a little crazy, though, is not knowing who he is on this ship or what he even looks like. ]
i don't know
depends on what you want to talk about this time
[ it's equally subtle, but it's there; she's willing to hear him out, but maybe it's going to steer a different way than the last conversation did. that isn't to say she'd be opposed to more, but these days she hasn't done anything that reckless unless she's been soaked in whiskey too. ]
Anything, really. I can't sleep, and I don't think anyone I know on the ship is still up at this hour.
[Or more like if he texts anyone he knows, they are likely to probe as to why he isn't sleeping. He has nightmares, like everyone else that's lived through war and violence, but lately, he wonders if his empathic bond with Grogu isn't causing the kid's own nightmare to bleed into his. They've been more jumbled and frightening these past weeks.]
I guess I felt like after how we texted last, you wouldn't judge me for reaching out in the middle of the night.
[It's strange how easy it is to admit that, as if her not knowing him and him barely knowing anything of her either makes it easier to be this honest. To be this opened. It's not like she can compare this side of him to how he's usually closed off and quiet.]
[Or more like if he texts anyone he knows, they are likely to probe as to why he isn't sleeping. He has nightmares, like everyone else that's lived through war and violence, but lately, he wonders if his empathic bond with Grogu isn't causing the kid's own nightmare to bleed into his. They've been more jumbled and frightening these past weeks.]
I guess I felt like after how we texted last, you wouldn't judge me for reaching out in the middle of the night.
[It's strange how easy it is to admit that, as if her not knowing him and him barely knowing anything of her either makes it easier to be this honest. To be this opened. It's not like she can compare this side of him to how he's usually closed off and quiet.]
That's got to come in handy, though. [ She considers his words for a second, glancing out ahead of them to a distant point, her gaze unfixed as she weighs over whether to say this next part. Then again, he's never shown anything but willingness to be honest with her on his end, so she almost feels like this is something she owes him — more truth, ultimately, about herself. ]
It's... harder, for me, to get hurt. Has been ever since I became the Earp heir. It's like this curse, whatever it is, makes me faster, stronger. Even when I take a hit, it's easier for me to heal from it quickly. To bounce back.
[ That isn't to say she can't get sick or injured, period, but it makes her tougher than most. ] Pretty sure I haven't had a scar since I fell climbing a rusty tractor back on the homestead and busted up my knee. It's still there, actually.
It's... harder, for me, to get hurt. Has been ever since I became the Earp heir. It's like this curse, whatever it is, makes me faster, stronger. Even when I take a hit, it's easier for me to heal from it quickly. To bounce back.
[ That isn't to say she can't get sick or injured, period, but it makes her tougher than most. ] Pretty sure I haven't had a scar since I fell climbing a rusty tractor back on the homestead and busted up my knee. It's still there, actually.
[ He chuckles quietly. There's a softness in his gaze from the way she admits this truth about herself. Imparted truths, from tired people. Cash doesn't often give people the particulars about his magic, out of a sense of paranoia that they'll take advantage of it. Plenty of people have, so maybe it's not even paranoia.
But he trusts Wynonna. ]
I guess if you're going to go up against demons, you need all the help you can get, right?
[ Seems cruel to give someone that kind of mission and no other support. ]
Sounds like a very good thing.
But he trusts Wynonna. ]
I guess if you're going to go up against demons, you need all the help you can get, right?
[ Seems cruel to give someone that kind of mission and no other support. ]
Sounds like a very good thing.
i guess i just give off those insomniac vibes, huh?
[ it's not like she can really pretend that she isn't awake now, or that her sleeping habits really aren't even habits but something she either trips and falls into or manages to drink enough to pass out into. knocking herself unconscious isn't really sleeping, technically, but she can pretend. ]
well that depends on what you're reaching out for
fashion tips?
[ she feels like she's earned the right to tease him, just a little, but simultaneously, cracking jokes has always been her way of maintaining a distance between herself and someone else. a barrier she tosses up so she doesn't have to worry about getting too close. ]
[ it's not like she can really pretend that she isn't awake now, or that her sleeping habits really aren't even habits but something she either trips and falls into or manages to drink enough to pass out into. knocking herself unconscious isn't really sleeping, technically, but she can pretend. ]
well that depends on what you're reaching out for
fashion tips?
[ she feels like she's earned the right to tease him, just a little, but simultaneously, cracking jokes has always been her way of maintaining a distance between herself and someone else. a barrier she tosses up so she doesn't have to worry about getting too close. ]
Will you be offended if I say 'yeah you did? It's not a bad thing, though? I don't think it is, I mean.
[She's absolutely earned the right to tease him, and if Din is honest with himself, it's something he likes in a woman, anyway: the way that one doesn't feel intimidated enough by him not to give him shit, teasingly or not. Her question does make him chuckle lightly, the sound soft in his room:]
I mean, I feel like I wouldn't go wrong asking fashion tips from the owner of red lacy panties, wouldn't you say? But no, I don't think I need fashion tips.
[Not because he thinks he's fashionable, but simply because he wears the exact same thing every day. And what he chooses to wear is more out of utility than fashion.]
To be honest, I don't really have any reasons to reach out other than simple....conversation? [Anything so that his brain doesn't overthink everything in his life right now, really] Like...IDK...tell me about a kind of food I should absolutely try if I ever find myself in your homeworld?
[This is a safe topic, right? Nothing too personal, but nothing too vague either. A good way to truly break the ice.]
[She's absolutely earned the right to tease him, and if Din is honest with himself, it's something he likes in a woman, anyway: the way that one doesn't feel intimidated enough by him not to give him shit, teasingly or not. Her question does make him chuckle lightly, the sound soft in his room:]
I mean, I feel like I wouldn't go wrong asking fashion tips from the owner of red lacy panties, wouldn't you say? But no, I don't think I need fashion tips.
[Not because he thinks he's fashionable, but simply because he wears the exact same thing every day. And what he chooses to wear is more out of utility than fashion.]
To be honest, I don't really have any reasons to reach out other than simple....conversation? [Anything so that his brain doesn't overthink everything in his life right now, really] Like...IDK...tell me about a kind of food I should absolutely try if I ever find myself in your homeworld?
[This is a safe topic, right? Nothing too personal, but nothing too vague either. A good way to truly break the ice.]
Something like that. I guess whatever demon laid the curse down hundreds of years ago thought they'd give us a magical booster shot to try and make the whole thing a little more even.
[ There's a scoff from her, but it doesn't really have any bite to it — partly because she's so tired, beyond the point of exhaustion that she's kind of running on fumes, but the other part is that she's just accepted what she has, who she is now.
She glances down at the glass in her hand, idly using her hand to swirl its contents around, and then takes another sip from it. ]
Sometimes I think about what's happening back home. You know, without me. Do they even know I'm gone? Stranded in space with a shitty excuse for whiskey?
[ There's a scoff from her, but it doesn't really have any bite to it — partly because she's so tired, beyond the point of exhaustion that she's kind of running on fumes, but the other part is that she's just accepted what she has, who she is now.
She glances down at the glass in her hand, idly using her hand to swirl its contents around, and then takes another sip from it. ]
Sometimes I think about what's happening back home. You know, without me. Do they even know I'm gone? Stranded in space with a shitty excuse for whiskey?
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