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OOM: The Morning After With Oswin Oswald

Tahno wakes refreshed, his arm around someone who smells absolutely delicious. He glances down to see whose hair he'd buried his nose in, whose soft body he'd curled around for the evening. He lifts the downy, black bedspread to look at his bedmate, and remembers with a start that her name is Oswin, and that she is indeed a total screamin' genius.

He looks over her body again, running his hand down her ribs to rest on her bare hip. She's so short, he thinks.

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She hums, a drowsy inquisitive sound, and shifts closer.

(He's so warm)

Evidently he met her challenge last night and kept up with her just fine. She'll reward him for that. Later. Right now, she's warm and comfortable. Who needs moving?

Apparently he thinks she needs moving. He very gently turns her to lay on her belly under the blankets, and straddles her delectable hips. Then, mindful of bruises, he kneads her shoulders, stroking her nape with his thumbs.

He earns a soft moan as reward, and she shifts just enough to get a feel for where he is before subsiding into the bed again.

"Goin'to kidnap you. Keep you as a boytoy. Best boytoy." Oswin mutters into the pillow, her voice thick with sleep.

"As long as I get to keep you in return," Tahno murmurs, mellow and rested and sore in all the right places. His thumbs work over her scapula, pressing a line down the muscles surrounding her spine. His long fingers dig deep into the muscle one moment, and scratch her back gently the next.

"Done. Work up contracts inna... later mornin'." She decides, waving a hand lazily. "Poss'bly af'noon."

There's a pause while she flexes away from a particularly sore spot, but then it just feels so good, and she settles again.

"Y'really good at this."

"Good," Tahno says, to everything she says. "I've had practice."

He kisses her nape, and smooths the skin with his thumbs. "So I'm thinking food? And then a shower--maybe a bath if we're so inclined?"

He hopes she goes for the bath.

"Food would be lovely." Oswin's voice slowly becomes more intelligible as sleep loses its hold. "Though why do I think not much bathing would be done in a bath with you around?"

Not that she's against the idea.

Actually, it's a pretty dang good idea.

"Man, I already know that yer a total screamin' genius," Tahno murmurs, smiling as he leans forward to kiss her cheek. "You don't gotta keep provin' it."

Tahno spends a bit more time working the kinks out of her back, smoothing his fingers over her, starting at the top. He presses her into the mattress with his rubdown, and then lightly drags his nails over the whole of her. Then he rolls off of her hips and the bed, graceful as ever, and offers her a hand.

She's less graceful in rising - guess which one of them is a professional athlete, and which one likes to spend her days either elbow-deep in a computer or under a car? Oswin shivers in the open air, and she huddles close as gooseflesh rises across her body.

"Mmmm, good morning."

"Morning," the boy rumbles, watching her with hooded eyes. Guess which one of them drops to his knees, licking his way down her body and wrapping his arms tight around her hips?

For the record, Oswin has established that Tahno is very good with his mouth, however he plans on using it. Later she lets herself flop backwards onto the bed, happily boneless and disinclined to get up again.

"It's a good thing I have nothing to accomplish today." She informs her reflection on the ceiling.

Tahno wipes his face off with a rag he retrieves from the dresser. He saunters back and tweaks her toes, stroking the arch of her foot with his thumbs. "So, whatchu think about moving that bath up earlier?"

"Sounds like an amazing idea." She purrs happily. "May not be kidding about the kidnapping thing, especially if you keep this up." It is, in her opinion, an absolutely brilliant way to wake up.

"I can keep it up," Tahno says, waggling his brows. "You know that." He scoops her up bridal style, and carries her off to the bath--a black, clawfoot bathtub with silver filigree etched in the side. One whole wall of the bathroom is mirrors, and the shower looks like it can take five.

She snickers into his shoulder, before going back to nipping at his ear.
"There enough mirrors in here, benderboy?" Though, it does let her get a very nice view of his ass from here, which is lovely.

"Nope, never," Tahno drawls, gently setting her down by the bath. He turns the faucet to just below steaming hot, and then starts flexing at his reflection.

She laughs at his antics, but before too long she's joining him, snugging up behind him, her hands wandering over his chest, and lower.

The mirrors are there to appreciate the view, right? Oswin appreciates this one.

Tahno appreciates wandering hands. A bit later, he's leaning against the bath with one hand and clinging to her with the other, boneless.

"We... we might wanna take that bath now," Tahno gasps, his lips kiss swollen and his pupils dilated.

"Agreed." She laughs, pressing another kiss to those deliciously inviting lips, before stepping away and stretching. Oswin carefully steps into the tub, because falling on her ass on water-slick porcelain would just be embarrassing.

And Tahno follows her, snagging her foot again. After settling himself in the tub, he presses a kiss to her ankle, and then rubs his thumbs along the arch. He stretches her toes and works his way to the pads.

She hums with pleasure, sinking down into the water. She'll happily sit here and stew for a while.

"So what does the best waterbender do when he's not picking up strange girls in bars and pampering them?"

"You ain't strange," Tahno drawls, circling one of his thumb along the pad of her foot. "Kinky maybe, which I appreciate, but you ain't strange."

Still holding her foot, he stretches, puffing out his chest. "The best waterbender does probending. It's a sport which makes use of our abilities. There's a raised platform and you try to push the other team--also an earthbender, waterbender, and firebender--offa it."

He presses another kiss to her ankle. "What about you? What do total screamin' geniuses get up to while not in the bath with the best waterbenders?"

"That sounds exciting." She sounds... wistful, more than anything. "It must be quite the show. I've certainly never seen anything like it."

"I... don't get up to much, these days. Hang around the bar, mostly, work on my little robots."

Tahno switches to the other foot, giving this one--and her Achilles tendons--just as much pampering as the other. "Well, lemme take you back to my world, and you could watch one," he drawls, grinning. "Maybe the championship match this year."

He tilts his head. "Whatsa ro-bot?"

She grins at him, taken by the idea even though she knows she ought to learn more about the people (and the person in a tub with her) first. It's one thing to have a (ridiculously amazing) one night stand... it's quite another to go world-hopping on a whim.

"I'd like that. Though you'd have to tell me the rules ahead of time so I can cheer at the appropriate spots." She will never, ever admit it (because he might stop, and he has missed his calling as a masseuse) but she finds it kind of hilarious that she is deliciously sore in all the right places and ridiculously pain free elsewhere and Tanho's to blame for all of it.

"If you want to find out, just look outside your front door - there's probably a couple watching the place. They get antsy when I don't come home at night."

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