[And likewise, Cis does a good job not flinching. He draws breath through his nose as she lets the blade glance his hip, exhaling a little chuckle. ]
You look like you’d happily do that to everything I’m wearing, given the chance. And with that control, I’d let you. But right now…
[He takes the boxers in hand and pulls them taut where they still loop around his other leg from the inseam. He glances up at her with a nod as he delicately guides her wrist to his thigh. His balls tighten as they hit cold air, his cock bobs with arousal. ]
[He’s a bit more than average, girthy, uncut. His pubic hair is trimmed and stretches towards his navel. His skin is flecked with an unnatural stony grey, more towards his left hip.]
[The gray discoloration (scar? rash? definitely not an active rash, but maybe the after-effects of one) is hard to miss, but she doesn't ask about it: if it's not an STD, then it's not her business. Especially not when it's not the only thing that's hard to miss. As he pulls the cut-up fabric of his boxers (may they rest in pieces) free from his pants, she ghosts a palm over his bare dick, this first touch just as quick and light as the knife had been.]
The supervisors in med school always did say I was good with a scalpel.
[She murmurs, tucking the knife into her purse (she'll reholster it later) and finally coming up with that foil-wrapped little square she'd been searching for. If he's leaving his pants on, then she'll leave her dress on, but she'll at least tug her underwear off. She's well-trimmed, too: not shaved, and not even someone who trims every day, but still far from bushy.]
[He’s not offended— just a little baffled. You think he’d be used to this by now, being from so far in the past relatively. But he mostly was able to figure things out in peace and privacy. Plus he was quick on the uptake. ]
[He scrunches his brow at it, as if this will reveal its secrets to him. ]
I don’t think either of those things occur here? [Right? …Right? No one was talking about crotch rot, and if they had it, wouldn’t that initial hospital visit have taken care of it?]
I mean- I’m a Dominant, I don’t really carry disease.
Though that does sound very useful. I know plenty of people back home who would have made very good use of it.
[A beat.]
At the same time, I’m not going to make you shuffle back to the castle with it running down your leg. [As he can speak from… very recent first-hand experience.]
…Alright. Let’s see it.
*sexiest in that last tag, not sexist. betrayed by my phone
[There's a moment in there where she is sorely tempted to derail this by asking a few follow-up questions, because the idea of things like illness and pregnancy simply not being a thing here is at once something of a relief, but also existentially unnerving. Focus up, she tells herself, sternly. She can ponder the nature of reality later, after she's banged it out.]
I hope being a Dominant is as fun as it sounds.
[She quips, as she rips open the condom package - moving to put it on for him, unless he objects.]
I'll, uh-- I'll look into that later, but for now, better safe than sorry. And please, I'm classy; I'd wipe myself off with your pants before I went shuffling off.
It’s got its perks. [And also drawbacks, but now was truly not the time.]
[He makes no move to stop her, instead regarding it all with curiosity. He’s got no preconceived bias against it, and he’s not so big that it’s an uncomfortably tight fit.]
[But it is a sensation unlike one he’s had before. ]
My pants? After we went to the trouble of turning my smalls into a rag, I was thinking you’d use that.
[As he loosely gestures to his destroyed boxers but a couple feet away. ]
[She's a little shit about putting the condom on, too: taking her time, slooooooowly tugging it over the head and down the shaft, stroking exposed skin with her fingers as she goes. This is usually such a perfunctory part of her encounters that she doesn't think much of it, but if he's literally never worn one before, then hell yeah she's going to play it up and use it as an opportunity to tease him.]
Pants are closer at hand. I can't say for sure I wouldn't go for convenience.
[He’s too distracted to object to the idea of her doing that. He can’t help but watch her tease and please him as she puts the condom on. He throbs in her hand, making a little rumbling noise deep in his throat.]
[It takes him a moment to catch up, behind the newness of the sensation along with the eroticism.]
Since when did you care for convenience? You keep a knife under your dress.
[He licks a couple fingers and reaches between her legs to repay the favor- seeking and checking if she’s ready for him. ]
[She's a little breathy as she says it, finishing up with the condom and leaning back. She's wet in the way of someone who's been that way for a while now, the insides of her thighs slick.]
[He’s seen little canons attached to things. But the word gun? A modern gun?]
…No- What is it?
[He’s heard the word Gun before- with another accent- meaning war. Though it won’t quite click until thirty minutes after this. And he’s a smart enough man that he isn’t ashamed when he runs across something he’s unfamiliar with, just thoroughly intrigued.]
[He presses his fingers down and inward, a thumb against whereabouts her clit should be, and his forefingers into her.]
Something even more fun than what we're doing right now.
[Sorry, Cid; that's not a slight against you and your skills, it's just a testament to how much she fucking loves weaponry. Sex does come close, at least - especially with someone who actually knows where the clit is, which is not necessarily guaranteed with men. She arches against his hand, wrapping her own hand around his cock again and giving it a couple quick, light strokes. Craning her neck up, she gets her mouth to his, mumbling against his lips:]
Is that so? Very well, I expect you’ll show me, then.
[He slows the breath that he releases, trying to stay steady here. He notes that the condom is a little dulling in sensation. That… perhaps was not a bad thing. Men never expected him to last, but it was a bit different with women. He pulls his hand away to make room for himself. He takes his dick in hand and lines himself up, senses already swimming with the imminent warmth.]
…Then who am I to make a lady wait?
[As he guides himself in, moving his hand to give himself room to move. He watches her expression, places a hand on her lower back to take measure of her reaction. He’s thick- and though that’s not entirely uncommon, it can be a surprise. ]
[She notices girth, of course - how could she not? - but she's neither intimidated nor bothered by it. Shaw may not have seen everything, but she's seen quite a lot, and she knows what she's doing - as evidenced by the way she immediately starts gyrating up into him, grabbing his hips to hold him steady.]
You can--
[Hold that thought; her words are cut off by a moan.]
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You look like you’d happily do that to everything I’m wearing, given the chance. And with that control, I’d let you. But right now…
[He takes the boxers in hand and pulls them taut where they still loop around his other leg from the inseam. He glances up at her with a nod as he delicately guides her wrist to his thigh. His balls tighten as they hit cold air, his cock bobs with arousal. ]
[He’s a bit more than average, girthy, uncut. His pubic hair is trimmed and stretches towards his navel. His skin is flecked with an unnatural stony grey, more towards his left hip.]
You’ll have to be satisfied with this.
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The supervisors in med school always did say I was good with a scalpel.
[She murmurs, tucking the knife into her purse (she'll reholster it later) and finally coming up with that foil-wrapped little square she'd been searching for. If he's leaving his pants on, then she'll leave her dress on, but she'll at least tug her underwear off. She's well-trimmed, too: not shaved, and not even someone who trims every day, but still far from bushy.]
This okay?
[She asks, showing him the condom wrapper.]
Or you got a different brand preference?
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A chirugeon, are you? Then clever doesn’t even cover the half of it-
[Cid reluctantly looks away from her newly fully exposed skin as she removes her underwear as she calls his attention to something else. ]
[And stares at it for a beat with zero recognition. He squints at it- ]
Eh? What’s that now?
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That's a condom, big guy. You don't have them where you're from?
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[He scrunches his brow at it, as if this will reveal its secrets to him. ]
No. What’s it for?
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[It's not the sexist way to put it, but, well. Better to prioritize clarity in this case.]
It's a necessity for girls from the future. Or other planets.
[Whatever his case may be!]
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I mean- I’m a Dominant, I don’t really carry disease.
Though that does sound very useful. I know plenty of people back home who would have made very good use of it.
[A beat.]
At the same time, I’m not going to make you shuffle back to the castle with it running down your leg. [As he can speak from… very recent first-hand experience.]
…Alright. Let’s see it.
*sexiest in that last tag, not sexist. betrayed by my phone
I hope being a Dominant is as fun as it sounds.
[She quips, as she rips open the condom package - moving to put it on for him, unless he objects.]
I'll, uh-- I'll look into that later, but for now, better safe than sorry. And please, I'm classy; I'd wipe myself off with your pants before I went shuffling off.
[Another joke! Probably.]
If it makes u feel better I read “sexiest”
[He makes no move to stop her, instead regarding it all with curiosity. He’s got no preconceived bias against it, and he’s not so big that it’s an uncomfortably tight fit.]
[But it is a sensation unlike one he’s had before. ]
My pants? After we went to the trouble of turning my smalls into a rag, I was thinking you’d use that.
[As he loosely gestures to his destroyed boxers but a couple feet away. ]
thank god tbh
Pants are closer at hand. I can't say for sure I wouldn't go for convenience.
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[It takes him a moment to catch up, behind the newness of the sensation along with the eroticism.]
Since when did you care for convenience? You keep a knife under your dress.
[He licks a couple fingers and reaches between her legs to repay the favor- seeking and checking if she’s ready for him. ]
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[She's a little breathy as she says it, finishing up with the condom and leaning back. She's wet in the way of someone who's been that way for a while now, the insides of her thighs slick.]
Do you, uh-- you know what a gun is?
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…No- What is it?
[He’s heard the word Gun before- with another accent- meaning war. Though it won’t quite click until thirty minutes after this. And he’s a smart enough man that he isn’t ashamed when he runs across something he’s unfamiliar with, just thoroughly intrigued.]
[He presses his fingers down and inward, a thumb against whereabouts her clit should be, and his forefingers into her.]
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[Sorry, Cid; that's not a slight against you and your skills, it's just a testament to how much she fucking loves weaponry. Sex does come close, at least - especially with someone who actually knows where the clit is, which is not necessarily guaranteed with men. She arches against his hand, wrapping her own hand around his cock again and giving it a couple quick, light strokes. Craning her neck up, she gets her mouth to his, mumbling against his lips:]
Can't wait to have your dick in me.
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[He slows the breath that he releases, trying to stay steady here. He notes that the condom is a little dulling in sensation. That… perhaps was not a bad thing. Men never expected him to last, but it was a bit different with women. He pulls his hand away to make room for himself. He takes his dick in hand and lines himself up, senses already swimming with the imminent warmth.]
…Then who am I to make a lady wait?
[As he guides himself in, moving his hand to give himself room to move. He watches her expression, places a hand on her lower back to take measure of her reaction. He’s thick- and though that’s not entirely uncommon, it can be a surprise. ]
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You can--
[Hold that thought; her words are cut off by a moan.]