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[ and that's his cue to stop playing with her hair and scalp and actually get a move on washing her off. to save having to do a little extra laundry, he shucks off his own shirt before bumbling around to get a shampoo, soap, a washcloth. ]

Any suggestions? As my elder, of course.

[ he will follow along as her junior even in this ]

I'm pretty sure you're older than me, you know.

[ don't bring office dynamics outside the office??? she turns to him just in time to watch him take off his shirt then looks away again very quickly. if she's blushing it's definitely the alcohol. yeah. ]

Let's see... What else do you even like, anyway? I like the ocean, for example. We can go fishing if you're into that.

[ not their old man hobbies... ]

[ damn.....can't believe she doesn't want to office roleplay outside the office........... ]

I'm not that old.

[ fishing?? what is he, a wizened old grandpa? but it's not actually a bad idea. sometimes you have a body of a young man and the soul of a decrepit senior, it's fine. time to turn on the shower anyway. ]

But I wouldn't mind, as long as you bring a few beers.

[ she'll only do it if the roles are reversed for more variety in their vague relationship :/ ]

You want to get drunk with me again...?

[ she begins to laugh, but the sudden warm shower shocked her out of it. warn a girl, jeez. ]

But come on... I'm sure you've got better ideas. You can't be that boring.

[ it's a shower?? how much warning do they both really need. ]

You sure? I could sit at home doing crossword puzzles all day for all you know.

[ home, gym, dinner, and then puzzles until he passes out....imagine. it's not what he actually does, which is (redacted) but it's not like he really talks much about his personal life. more fun to listen to other people talk about their woes, and plenty of their coworkers are happy to do so. ]

Though I guess we could both pick up a new hobby together. That isn't drinking.

[ IT WOKE HER UP A BIT?? it's fine. also wdym redacted wtf ]

Crossword puzzles?

[ that got a giggle out of her, a little louder than intended. ]

Come on, you can do better than that. [ she huddles her knees closer to her chest, closing her eyes as she rests her chin on them. ] Like... camping, I guess. Getting away from the hustle and bustle of the city, things like that.

[ (redacted).......................

with so much hair it takes several minutes to get it all wet but once it's all soaked through he gets to work with the shampoo, making sure to lather all throughout.....which also takes many minutes. girl, your hair. there's so much. ]

You already said fishing so.... [ fine, fine, he'll think about it. ] I like hiking. Going on picnics. Stargazing.

[ truly it's all about getting away from the depressing concrete jungle into the wilderness. ]

[ me trying to guess this redacted like...... did he kill someone in this au too. but that's not a hobby is it

and that sure is a lot of hair!! she did warn him beforehand. but the fact that he's trying anyway while being drunk is sweet, ngl. she's quiet as wriothesley prattles off a list, peeking at him over her folded arms. ]

You also want to get away from it all, huh. [ don't they all. ] Then let's do it. A picnic sounds like a nice start. Just don't bring any alcohol 'cause I don't want to be drunk for the rest of it.

[ like right now. ]

[ the way i keep forgetting he's drunk even though i'm the one who suggested this thread, i hate my shortterm memory

so they really are going to be here forever as he slowly works through her hair, getting distracted every now and then by how much hair she has or the freckles that stand out against her fair skin. but he does laugh at her comment. ]

Come on, your restraint can't be that bad, can it? [ THAT'S CONCERNING IF SO.... ] But alright, only nonalcoholic drinks for our picnic. How do you feel about tea?

[ crying he's rly bathing her while drunk. he would do this. it's so stupid. yet she can't help but indulge him anyway, especially when how gentle he is with her hair in particular.

she's not going to answer his first question though. she is and will always be a drunkard in every universe, rip. ]

Tea? It's okay. I'm more of a coffee person, though. [ ... ] Do you... like tea?

[ the power of alcohol.....

a dangerous combination when mixed with hot women. thank god they're taking a shower and not a bath because they would have both drowned in the latter. ]

Coffee and tea then. [ two thermoses, one for each of them. he can do that much. ] And yeah, I'm a pretty big fan of tea. I never start my day without it.

[ but....mmm......he pauses in his lathering and gently prods at one of her freckles. ]

I didn't know you had freckles here.

[ imagine having any sort of filter while you're drunk. ]

[ they may not be in a bath but this is still veering towards dangerous territory. her breath hitches when he pokes at a freckle, and for a moment she's become hyperaware of their half-nakedness and close proximity.

she shouldn't enable this. she really shouldn't. ]

Yeah. I have a lot of them.

[ but with the alcohol in the brain, it's made so easy. ]

Can you find them all?

[ girl......the way he is just sober enough to know that this is a bad idea but also drunk enough to really want to do it. her hair goes entirely forgotten as he traces his finger slowly across her shoulder, from one freckle to another and then the next. just a small point of contact, but it feels startlingly hot. ]

...Do you have them up front too?

[ just. checking. ]

[ not me using my gp icons for this thread help me

she swallows, knowing where all of this is probably going. and she could put a stop to this now if she could. but even she can't resist his touch for long, and in fact, she wants more of it. more of him.

and so, instead of answering him verbally, she's going to show him by reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra, letting it fall right onto her lap. as expected, her collar and cleavage is dotted with freckles, and i think i hc'd that she has a mole under her boob but that's not important rn (maybe).

... ]

You might... want to rinse me off, first. [ yeah. ]

[ are we really going to ftb this thread, i'm in tears

but, well, at least ishael's still got some common sense left in her. for all the friction lingering in the air, it would be downright uncomfortable if they both end up with soap suds everywhere. also the mole under her boob is very important and i will make sure to bring it up.

wriothesley just laughs softly, a little self-deprecating, and gets back to work on her hair. ]

You really know how to tease a guy. [ but he doesn't sound bothered by it. ] Anything else you'd like me to do while I'm at it?

[ i don't even know anymore we ball............

he doesn't seem to be bothered by all this, and that's the thing. she imagines that any other guy would've just gone for it, enabling her awful decisions even further until she regrets it the next morning. but he doesn't. or maybe he's rinsing off her hair first before he goes for it? she doesn't know anymore.

but what she does know is: ]

I... don't want you to feel pressured by my stupidity.

[ she clutches her chest, now turning red from the blush that has traveled from her cheeks and all the way down to her collarbone. ]

But maybe... Maybe I do want to end tonight like that. I just don't want to wake up the next morning like... like I made a mistake. Because being with you isn't a mistake.

[ damn ok. puts the ball in your court

they do need to rinse off her hair first though, please. he has too much respect to leave it a mess. (even though he might leave her a mess.....? haha jk. unless?) even if he does laugh a little as he goes back to working his fingers through her hair, though the movements are slow and lazy and he spends half the time trailing his fingers across the nape of her neck. ]

We're both here, aren't we? I think that means I'm just as stupid as you are.

[ they can be stupid together so long as it means that he can linger around her a little longer. his fingers slow and then stop and then disappear, only to be replaced by the press of his lips. ]

And since I'm not the brightest bulb in the box, you'll have to tell me when to stop.

[ jk they're not going to finish her hair ]

[ damn. they're really doing this. the more rational part of ishmael's brain -- or at least what's left of it -- could still argue to wriothesley that he should fight back and not give on to her nakedness? but if he's already weak to her advances, then she is even less so, especially with the kiss on the back of her neck that felt too hot to the touch. ]

I will. But first...

[ she turns around on her seat, finally facing wriothesley and leans in far too close, her lips hovering over his. ]

You're going to have to do more than that if you want me to tell you to stop.

[ because she's going to lean in for a kiss, and it looks like she's not stopping anytime soon. wow. kicks this back to you ]

[ WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR TOO MANY SMUT THREADS challenge accepted though

he'd love to blame this on the alcohol (and in fairness there's still plenty of alcohol lingering in his system) but the reality of the situation is that he's just a guy with eyes and perfectly human urges, and if a smoking hot woman is going to come up to him and kiss him on the mouth he's not going to say no?

instead he kisses her right back, heated and eager, his hands dropping so they can wrap around her waist to tug her closer until she's pressed up against him - not that there's all that much space between them to start with. ]

[ a soft gasp slips from her lips as she's pulled closer, straddling his lap as she matches the fervor of his kiss. if whatever they're doing tonight is wrong, she'd never want to be right in this instance. at the very least, she won't be doing it alone -- she'll drown with wriothesley together if she has to.

needless to say, bathtime is all but forgotten. hell, she'll even lead wriothesley to bed herself and continue where they'd left off and more. so much more. this night of drunken passion will go on till the very wee hours until they're all but spent in each other's arms. and for the first time in a long while, ishmael feels content and comfortable, given how she's apparently a big cuddler in bed.

and before she knew it, sunlight has begun to shaft through the blinds of their hotel room, hitting the both of them in the face. she's still too tired to get up though, not to mention her hair practically wrapping around wriothesley's body like some sentient creature, so good luck with that king. ]

Edited 2025-09-27 06:56 (UTC)

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finally crawls back here after two weeks, good lord

crawls back from my ayto inbox aaaahh

i'm impressed you're still tagging other things outside of ayto

im on a smut withdrawal rn ok don't look at me