Tarot Beach Party

[lady_moon]

There are those of the tarot who know how to set up for a party.

Ruin had spent most of the afternoon building the bonfire. He has carefully made it much in the way he would have with the villagers of his mortal life when they would celebrate the harvests. Charity, Unity, and Skill had spent most of the day setting up food, both their sorts of foods and the sorts the sentients would be expecting.

Moon watched it all with rapt fascination, her eyes on the marshmallows Skill told her firmly she isn't allowed to touch yet. But they're white and fluffy looking and Moon is curious. Mons barks at her, warning Skill, and Moon is shooed off.

It's Fortune who puts out blankets, spread all over the beach area for everyone to use. Moon watches her family set up for a party, for guests... real guests who are coming simply to come instead of for answers. She watches Fortune set down a large stack of very warm looking towels, and she grins.

Swimming. Damian will like the swimming.

Her wolves run up and down the beach in excitement, and Moon knows it's time.

Disappearing back to Milliways, she sets it up so people can come and go as they need to, pleased with herself and her family.

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Re: Food and Drink

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher nods, grinning.

"You know how happy I am to help you work off any calories, mon chat," Asher purrs, kissing his temple.

Re: Food and Drink

[nathaniel_kitten]

He gives Asher's hip a bump.

"I somehow think you wind up burning more than I do since you seem to prefer being on top."

Not that Nathaniel minds one bit.

He plucks a marshmallow from the bowl and pops it into his mouth, chewing the soft, sweet, vanilla-scented confection while he threads another onto a clean stick near the bowl.

Re: Food and Drink

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher closes his eyes, humming softly. It's nice, sweet, but not one of his favourites.

"I am happy to swap places," he purrs, wrapping his arms around Nathaniel's waist. "If you would like."

Re: Food and Drink

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel chuckles, loving the feel of Asher pressed to him, holding him close like this. He shoves the stick close to the bonfire, watching it slowly toast the marshmallow.

"It's so strange," he murmurs, rotating the sweet. "The idea of fucking you, even if I have done it before."

Asher is by far the more dominant personality, if you asked Nathaniel.

Re: Food and Drink

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher kisses Nathaniel's throat, nuzzling at vanilla-scented hair, smiling happily as he stands, his chest pressed to Nathaniel's back.

"You enjoyed it, though?" He asks, softly questioning. He knows he did, but Nathaniel's right, it was...strange.

"Tell me, is setting food on fire usual?" He murmurs, watching the marshmallow blacken with more than a little unease.

Re: Food and Drink

[nathaniel_kitten]

There's laughter.

"You don't set it on fire." He pulls the marshmallow back, only dark in certain places, and waits a moment before biting half of it, the soft, squishy sweet tasting much better to him toasted. After a moment, he leans back against Asher, swallowing. "I don't mind doing anything with you," he murmurs. "You know I'll do whatever you want me to."

Re: Food and Drink

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher smiles as an echo of the sweet taste rolls over his tongue.

"I like them this way better," he decides, tempted to reach for another, to see how many he can coax and cajole Nathaniel into eating. But he doesn't want Nathaniel to sink when he's swimming, so perhaps not.

Re: Food and Drink

[nathaniel_kitten]

"I wonder if they have makings of s'mores. You'd probably like that, since you have this terrible sweet tooth," Nathaniel teases.

He eyes the table and does, indeed, finds the makings, and so he sets them up, slipping another marshmallow onto his stick.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asks, glancing at Asher as he settles the marshmallow near the fire again. "Is that what would make you happy?"

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[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher sits down in the sand, leaning his head against Nathaniel's hip.

"It wouldn't make me unhappy," he murmurs, smiling teasingly up at Nathaniel. "I enjoy being the passive partner, sometimes. But I don't need it. I love you just as you are, mon chat."

Re: Food and Drink

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel reflects on how often people say that to him. They love him as he is. It's a half-truth, he thinks. They do love him, just as he is, but he's pretty sure they'd love him more if he was just as they want him to be.

"After you... explained to me what submitting usually was unless it was with Jean-Claude, I would have thought you'd never want to be fucked," he murmurs.

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[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"It is different with you," Asher murmurs softly, looking into the fire, still leaning against Nathaniel.

"And submitting is different from being the bottom," he points out. "Or women could not be dominant."

Re: Food and Drink

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel huffs a little.

"All right. Bottom. I didn't think you'd really want that."

He uses the hand not toasting the marshmallow to stroke through Asher's hair.

"But, if it's something you like... I can try to take you more often," Nathaniel offers. "Or you can order me to fuck you."

It's always easier that way.

Re: Food and Drink

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher hums softly, the closest he can get to a purr, leaning in to Nathaniel's hand.

"I would like that," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around his knees, fingers of one hand wrapped around the opposite wrist.

Re: Food and Drink

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel looks down at Asher briefly, quietly amused.

"You're awfully affectionate tonight."

Re: Food and Drink

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"I am happy," Asher answers simply. Anita is not here, he has Nathaniel, and Jean-Claude, and all their friends. He feels more relaxed than he has in a long time.

Re: Food and Drink

[nathaniel_kitten]

"I can see that."

It pleases Nathaniel to know he can make Asher happy, or even contribute to that happiness. It takes him just a little doing, but soon he's sitting beside Asher on the blanket, s'more and orange pop in hand.

"This, old man, is a s'more. Graham crackers, toasted marshmallow, and good chocolate, all smooshed together in a nice sandwich-like confection." He laughs. "We never went camping, but Mom would make them for Nicky and me on the gas stove at home when Dad was out."

He remembers those early years fondly, before Mom died and Dad changed and... the world just changed.

Re: Food and Drink

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"Smooshed?" He arches an eyebrow. The only other time he's heard that word is from Moon's lips, and he suspects it has a very different meaning there.

He looks closely at the treat, the chocolate melting with the toasted marshmallow, and licks his lips in expectation.

Asher, it should be obvious by now, has a sweet tooth.

Re: Food and Drink

[nathaniel_kitten]

"I know what Lady Moon uses that word for, but I used it for a much different reason."

He gives Asher a bit of a bop with his shoulder. After a moment, when he's sure everything is nicely melted, he takes a bite. It's everything he remembers good from those nights when Dad would work late and Mom would entertain Nicky and him. It's sweet, thick, and crunchy all at once, and he closes his eyes to savor both the taste and the memory.

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[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher closes his eyes too, focusing on the taste, the texture on his tongue. No matter what they had to go through to get here, he cannot regret any of the marks. Not when he gets to taste food again.

Re: Food and Drink

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel chuckles, washing the thick sweetness down with his pop.

"I know why you gave me the marks now, why you keep me around," he says, his amused face lit up by the firelight.

Re: Food and Drink

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher smiles.

"It is a boon, I will admit. but it is not the only reason to mark a lover," he reassures Nathaniel, sliding his arm around his lover's waist, hoping the residual heat from the fire is enough that he won't seem too chilled.

Re: Food and Drink

[nathaniel_kitten]

Chilled or not, Nathaniel cuddles against him, slowly eating his s'more, listening to the fire crackle and their friends talk about them. When he's done, he wipes his hands and then lifts his wrist to Asher.

His wrist wasn't a place he particularly likes to be fed from, but it's rather inconspicuous. "If you want," he murmurs, smiling faintly at Asher.

Re: Food and Drink

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," Asher murmurs, "but I can wait." He, too, would rather feed from Nathaniel's throat, or the inside of his thigh; the wrist is far less intimate, and Asher never wants their feeding to become routine, boring.

Re: Food and Drink

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel allows his hand to fall to Asher's thigh.

"I used to know how to act around you. At least, sort of." He chuckles, resting his head against Asher's shoulder. "Now, I think I keep screwing things up."

Re: Food and Drink

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher slides his arm around Nathaniel, pulling him closer, kissing the top of his head.

"Non, cher," he murmurs. "You are doing very well."