I need new clothes, I need somewhere to stay

[salamanca]

Who: Lalo Salamanca and YOU.
What: Lalo comes back from his travels with Methuselah badly injured.
When: January 29th thru the next week or so after
Where: Around town. See individual prompts.

Content Warnings: Description of injury, blood, and infection; others tba.

See individual prompts in the starters below.

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[lanfeared]

[ There must be a story behind the state of his arm, too, and perhaps if she remains snuggled up to him enough, he'll mistake her curiosity for sympathy and tell her how he sustained the injury. Whatever happened wasn't strong enough to fell him completely, but that doesn't mean it doesn't present a danger for her if she attempted to go into the woods on her own.

Slowly, her own touch comes to rest against the front of his body, the heel of her hand and the press of her fingertips on his chest, the latter of which she uses to tap lightly. ]

Because they're more dangerous? [ A natural assumption to make, she thinks, as she settles herself in, pressing more of her weight against his side. ] Are there any others who live in those places?

[salamanca]

[ He smiles warmly, with something resembling vague affection, when she taps on his chest. It feels nice. He enjoys it. The warm water keeps his body bouyant, but her weight on him feels like he's being gently pressed down.

The truth is, Lalo has no fucking idea who lives in those places or if anybody does, but he's not going to tell her that. Yet.

He reaches out to tilt her head up with a finger under her chin. ]

You're asking a lot of questions. [ A devilish grin. ] You gonna make it worth my while to answer them for you?

[lanfeared]

Then what if I offer you more of the same?

[ If he's going to be especially stubborn in telling her more of what she needs to know, then she's willing to resort to bribery along the lines of what they've already been engaging in to pry further answers from him.

He seems to respond particularly well to promises made in the physical sense, and when he reaches up to lift her chin with his finger, she meets his eyes without shying away or hesitation, even as her gaze remains more half-lidded, relaxed, quietly taking him in from this close proximity. ]

For every answer you give me, you get to claim something of equal worth in exchange. Another kiss, perhaps. Or more. [ Her mouth curves in an intimate smile. ] The more you tell me, the more you receive.

[salamanca]

[ A steam-dampened, partially-white curl falls into Lalo's face. Ironically, it almost makes him look a little bit like Superman, not thar Lanfear would get the reference. ]

Deal. [ He leans in and steals a kiss right then and there, tilting her chin up further, pressing his lips gently but firmly to hers. Then draws away. ]

I don't know why they're blocked off. I don't know if they're more dangerous. The old man wouldn't say. [ He leans in for another kiss. ] He didn't say if there were people there, either. He did make it sound like we might be able to go there, someday. It almost sounded like he thought he could find a way to take it there.

[ The water sloshes as Lalo pulls her into his lap, kissing her neck, before he breaths into her ear: ]

What do you think you should get to know for that?

[lanfeared]

[ There's something particularly rakish about his appearance, though it might be the manner through which he smiles, confidently, when paired with that wayward, white-streaked curl that drives her want to reach up and make a show of gently pushing it back from his forehead.

Instead, she lets him initiate the kisses between them, even as she lifts her chin to meet him in wordless obliging. Besides, she's paying more attention to what he's telling her, what she's bargained for, than the kisses themselves. ]

So he thought he might be able to, but he's not certain yet.

[ She doesn't have to entirely feign a gasp when he reaches out to draw her into his lap, but she turns, shifting her weight on him, before letting her head tip back as his mouth runs over her throat, another layer of heat amid all the steam rising around them. ]

I simply want to know more about you. [ Spoken as if she's really wanted that all along, like a hushed confession, as she swivels herself to more blatantly straddle his lap, her knees gripping the outside of his thighs. Her hand slides along the side of his face, fingers caressing dampened skin, as her gaze searches his. ] Tell me something no one else here knows.

[salamanca]

[ Lalo nods, offers a brief, "Si." in response to her question. After all, it's not like there's much else to say, is there?

He enjoys the feeling of her soft, wet skin against his, her skin warm and silky in the best way against his. The steam makes it better; feeling the near weightlessness of their bodies in the water makes it better too. ]

More about me? [ Lalo wasn't expecting that, but he's game. He's more than game, in fact. He's very pleased. The gentle sweetness of her mannerisms, the inviting look in her eyes, is enough to draw a man in completely. He'd be happy to tell her more about him.

But that doesn't mean he won't be selective about what he shares. He chuckles a little against her ear.

Something nobody else knows... it needs to be something good. But not too good. Vague enough not to be used against him, but not so vague it isn't worth her while. ]

The truth is... I'm an important man back home. So important so people might want me dead. So I need to protect myself. Even here.

sliding this into explicitly nsfw territory

[lanfeared]

[ With very little information about what lies beyond their borders to mine, Lanfear's now forced to adjust her tactics — though, as she suspected, the man she's entangled with is precisely the sort who enjoys talking about himself. Perhaps he's only been waiting for the opportunity to start, but there may be no telling what he'll reveal if she makes her interest pointed enough. ]

In other words, you probably shouldn't tell me your name.

[ If he's that important, she might recognize it — even though she already knows he's not from her world, not from a place that would hold deeper familiarity for her. She's clearly a stranger to him, too, and there can be power in that, in anonymity, even as they're coming together in one of the most intimate ways two people can.

All of this, though, is just skin-deep connection; very few are still alive to know who Lanfear truly is, at the core of her being, and the ones who do haven't been brought here along with her. She'd know it instantly if they had, even without any of them being able to channel the One Power.

One of her hands slides beneath the water, mapping over his torso, and then lower, so she can establish a light grasp of fingers around his cock — a momentary caress, at first, to discover whether he welcomes her touch there while her hooded gaze remains locked on his face. ]

Does that mean I'm in danger, being here with you now?

nsfw

[salamanca]

Pffft. [ She can probably see the smugness, even the arrogance, in his expression. The smirk. It's not like he can hide his identity anyway. He's already told other people. ]

Lalo Salamanca. It's a pleasure, my dear. And you are...?

[ He leans back, sucks in a breath, and his pupils dilate when her hands wrap gently around his dick. It hardens in her grasp, and he shivers from delight at the sensation. The smile doesn't leave his face, but it turns slightly smutty. ]

That depends. [ His face flushes slightly. ] Do you want to be?

[lanfeared]

[ It would be amusing if it wasn't so predictable, the fact that he's telling her everything she wants to know while she literally has a hold on his manhood. But Lanfear doesn't let on about the self-satisfaction that accompanies having Lalo in her grasp, at least nothing more beyond the indication that she's thoroughly enjoying herself — which wouldn't be a lie, if she was ever pressed on it.

If she can fluster a man, make him that much more inclined to tell her something he'd never normally divulge, that's one thing; if she can strip away his defenses, position herself as someone who can be trusted before seizing advantage of him at his most vulnerable, then that's even better. Using her body as a weapon is a less preferred method, but she doesn't have the capacity to prey on him through his dreams the way she would if they were still in her own world. ]

Selene. [ A name she's given to everyone else here, when asked, and punctuated with a slow stroke of her fist around him. ]

I think if you truly wanted to be dangerous, you would have threatened me already. [ She teasingly nips at the line of his jaw, the depths of the pool allowing her to keep her touches deliberately slow. ] Do you want me to stop?