🏴‍☠️ IC contact; Duplicity

[calicoat]

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[trigeminalheadache]

There are gags that hold someone's mouth open. For other kinds of filth.

[calicoat]

I like talking.

[trigeminalheadache]

So nothing in the mouth at all then?

[ does he pick up what she's hinting at? ]

[calicoat]

I wouldn't go that far, darling. But if I'm to have you moaning around my cock, I'd greatly prefer to have your mouth unobstructed by toys or other implements.

Perhaps I'm just old-fashioned.

[trigeminalheadache]

It's not old-fashioned. You like what you like. And I'm good with that. Especially when you put it like that.

[calicoat]

You like a filthy little whisper in your ear, do you?

[trigeminalheadache]

Yeah, I do. Telling me what you want to do. What you're going to do. Praise that might be a little insulting otherwise.

[calicoat]

Shall I tell you how I'll fuck you now, or later?

[trigeminalheadache]

Now that's a hard decision. To get all hot and bothered over it now or to hear it later, knowing it's going to happen very shortly.

[calicoat]

If you can't choose, I suppose I'll save it. I find this method of typing out flirtations lacking in intimacy.

[trigeminalheadache]

It IS better when it's whispered directly in my ear.

Though we could always switch this to a phone call.

[calicoat]

[ You know what? Sure. ]

Not quite the same, without the tingle of breath on your neck, but the next best thing, I'm sure. How are you, darling?

[trigeminalheadache]

You'll just have to tell me other things when we're in person. [ she laughs softly. ] I'm good. How are you, Jack?

[calicoat]

Oh, I'm coping. This place does seem determined to break my spirits, as of late.

[ Very sexy, Jack. ]

Good spirits take the edge off.

[trigeminalheadache]

Good spirits really do help. With most of what ails someone.

[ it's easy enough to shift gears a little, offer commisseration and an ear. ]

Trouble with the city, I take it?

[calicoat]

Is that what people call it? “City troubles”, when your loyalty is punished and those closest to you disappear in the night?

[ It’s nice to finally hear a voice. But it’s much harder to distract himself with silly flirtation this way, his actual mood coming through in his voice. ]

[trigeminalheadache]

[ she can hear it, his actual mood. now she feels a bit bad that a message sent out turned into flirtation when he's feeling this way. but she's happy to offer a distraction. ]

No. Generally, that's called "complete bullshit," "unfair," and "painful." I'm sorry you've lost someone. I know what that feels like. I'm very familiar with it.

[ aside from hope and qi'ra, she's lost every dom and potential dom she's had, in addition to others. ]

Punished. Realignment?

[calicoat]

“Complete bullshit” was closer to my line of thinking, yes.

[ No need for her to feel bad about it, as Jack sees it. It’s a pleasant little distraction, more productive than guzzling rum and less exhausting than hassling Navy boys. ]

Indeed. I arrived here alongside my partner, but they made us both Dominants, to...inspire us to find new partners, I suppose. They’ve drugged us with something so that we can’t touch one another, or we’ll be struck with physical illness.

[trigeminalheadache]

God.

[ she breathes out the word, every bit of it filled with frustration and anger. ]

I think I hate that law the most out of any other. It's like it just exists to give them something to punish people for. And they like to get creative with their punishments. Or cruel. Or both.

[calicoat]

I've seen some shit, on the network. Suppose some men might count themselves lucky, in my position, to be punished in private.

How long have you been here, Miss Snow?

[trigeminalheadache]

Yeah. Yeah, I know about shit being posted on the network.

[ she doesn't expect this to hit her. but it's almost the anniversary of it. why wouldn't it? her voice gives tiny hints of possible personal experience with such things. ]

It's three years this month.

[calicoat]

Three years...Christ.

[ The weight of Jack's sigh is obvious. Three years. Nassau could be a proper fucking colony by then for all he knows. A lot can change in a week away, much less years. ]

Does it feel like home, yet?

[trigeminalheadache]

I don't know if I'd say it feels like home. But it's comfortable.

[ still, she hates the way it sounds when she says it. she should still be fighting against all of this, shouldn't she? ]

It's as close to like home as it'll get, I think.

[calicoat]

After a certain point, I suppose you've got to treat it like home. I don't intend to sit around and wait until they tire of me.

[trigeminalheadache]

It's hard to imagine being settled here. And there are plenty of people who will treat you like you're wrong and part of the problem if you're even a little bit comfortable here.