For Fem!cee

[onceaviking]

Eric opens the door to his room and switches the light on.

His room is clean and neat and cool. A filled decanter and a glass on the small table, the bed turned down.
He steps aside to let Emcee in.

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[i_am_your_host]

His skin is almost-warm. Still cooler than her own body, flushed and damp with sweat. But he feels nice.

Exhausted and feeling drained (literally), she actually drifts off for a few moments.

When she comes to again, however, she does realize the need for a shower. They may have to peel the sheets off of themselves.

She breathes a soft whine against his skin.

[onceaviking]

He chuckles, a soft, warm sound.

"Go on," he says as one of his large hands slowly and carefully peels off the sheet sticking to her thigh.

[i_am_your_host]

It's an almost human sound.

She squirms and makes petulant noises, sounding like a disgruntled teenager who doesn't want to get out of bed. Once she's sitting up, she sees what a mess the sheets are. As are the both of them.

With a sigh, she runs her fingers through her hair, still feeling a little woozy.

She turns to Eric. Maybe she bats her eyelashes. A bit.

"I'm-- a little lightheaded. I don't want to fall on the way to the bathroom..."

[onceaviking]

Batted eyelashes doesn't work on Eric.
Much.

He rolls his eyes a little, as he says, " C'mere," scooping her up in both arms.

He gets up effortlessly and manages to dislodge the stuck and stiff sheet from his leg with only a bit of wiggling.

Then he heads for the bathroom.

(He likes the feeling of a warm, slight, female body in his arms).

[i_am_your_host]

Feminine charms do bring some perks!

She giggles warmly against his ear when she sweeps her up in his arms, her own arms draping loosely around his neck. As far as she's concerned, no Cubefall is complete without Eric carrying her at least once, and she will milk this for all it's worth.

"You are so gallant."

[onceaviking]

" I have my moments," he agrees, modestly, as he pushes the door to the bathroom open and carefully deposits her close to the shower.
Gallantly.

[i_am_your_host]

"You certainly do," she says as she's set down on her feet.

He's spoiling her with this treatment. Being nice and nuzzly and letting her sit on him.

[onceaviking]

He is spoiling her far too much. It'll end up giving her ideas.

But it's just for tonight.

[i_am_your_host]

She likes to think she's smarter than that. But she'll take what she can get tonight.

Stepping into the shower, she turns on the water to a comfortable temperature. Very warm, just shy of hot. It feels wonderful on her skin, and she closes her eyes and tips her head back, just standing still and letting the heat soak in.

[onceaviking]

He watches her, as she stands there, in the shower, vulnerable and unafraid.

And then he steps under the spray as well and begins to wash the dried and caked blood off his skin.

[i_am_your_host]

She picks out a bottle of body wash (Ocean Fresh) and starts scrubbing away the dried blood between her legs. It looks gruesome if she thinks about it too hard, but she's not one to dwell.

She then begins to hum softly. It could be an ABBA tune.

[onceaviking]

He groans.

"Don't," he says, running his hands through his hair. "Not disco."

[i_am_your_host]

"What? Oh-- them," she giggles, glancing up at him. And admiring the view. "I can't help it, that song gets stuck in your head after a while..."

She lathers up her neck and throat, well aware of how the suds stream down over her breasts. Two can ogle!

[onceaviking]

They definitely can.

And his attention is neatly divided between her breasts (sud bedecked) and her neck.
His focused, hungry attention.

And then he reaches over to let a fingers trail along with the soap suds.

[i_am_your_host]

She steps closer to him, subtly arching her back as he touches her. Shivering a little, despite the warmth of the water.

Then she sweeps a handful of soap across the broad expanse of his chest. Her turn to follow the trails of suds, over every ridge of muscle.

[onceaviking]

He lets her.
Closing his eyes.

Enjoying her touch.

[i_am_your_host]

She then uses both hands. They travel up his sides, over his shoulders, and down his arms, lingering on his biceps. She presses up against him, her breath warm at the pit of his throat.

[onceaviking]

Eric parts his lips, drawing a breath in.

His fingertips are resting against her clavicle.

[i_am_your_host]

Her pulse races and her blood runs hot under his fingertips. Her lips are warm and soft as she brushes them over his skin.

And then she--

She suddenly feels dizzy, sort of drunk and lightheaded. It may be the blood loss getting to her.

With a startled yelp, she stumbles back against the shower wall--

"Oh, fuck," Emcee gasps, his voice a few octaves lower than it had been.

A glitch in the magic? The magic running out as Cubefall ends? Either way, the illusion is over, and Emcee is very abruptly himself again.

[onceaviking]

There might be a large, cold hand supporting her, or him, briefly.

Because it's inconvenient if people bash their faces in on your bathroom floor.

Then Eric lets go and says, dryly, "That was a bit sudden."

[i_am_your_host]

And Emcee appreciates the support. It's inconvenient to bash one's face in on someone's bathroom floor.

Leaning back against the wall, he runs his hands over his face and through his hair. Now he just feels awkward.

"I was at least hoping it would happen in my sleep," he groans. There's some disappointment in his tone.

[onceaviking]

Eric leans in and breathes deeply near his neck.

"You're you," he agrees. Neutrally.

It is a bit of a shame about the tits.

[i_am_your_host]

His heartbeat spikes when Eric does that. It always does.

He passes a hand over his groin just to check if everything is in the right place.

"I know," he murmurs.

[onceaviking]

"So - what does it feel like? Shifting over like that?"
Not that Eric would ever want RL do that, mind you. He is just curious.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee closes his eyes for a moment as the water beats down on him.

"It's a lot more-- palpable, than when shifting to female. Perhaps because I was expecting it then, and was feeling a little more at a hundred percent. Now, since you've been feeding on me all night, and since I have a bit of your blood in me, it's as if this body is sort of-- trying to balance itself out in one go. Like almost literally. I've lost the bits up top and have the bits down below again. Throws you off if you're not expecting it."