Pine Peak Sanctuary [nsfw] olympic laser tag team
#51
Link was dead.

Cam was dead too but for a different reason. Mainly died from internal humor at looking out on the situation.

Completely paralyzed by the situation, the lynx did not currently move. Fearful of what came next from the big slobbery attacker.
#52
She seemed to have killed it. Murdered in cold blood.

Except why was it still breathing.

The wolf lay there, face to face with it, chest rising and falling from excitement and watching the lynx’s big frozen eyes. She licked her own nose quickly, and then licked the lynx’s to check if it was alive.

”Arroogh,” Katya decided.
#53
"Mrrrrr,"

Finally, when life sunk back into Link via the wolf's kiss. Real sleeping beauty shit. bigeyes

"Aaaaaa."

Sandpaper tongue went out to tentatively lick the wolf back.
#54
This pose was weird, the wolf decided. But it was one she was used to doing with that other big cat sometimes, the fat jaguar. She was also familiar with that sandpaper tongue that could've made her bleed to death were her fur not so thick.

Now it was the wolf's turn to freeze, both liking the short flicker of attention and dumbfounded by it.

Stretching sideways, she pressed her bony paw in the direction of the lynx's throat, tail uncertainly thumping up dirt behind her. Maybe just lie like this for a while. Confused.
#55
Oop, didn't like that. ):

Head shrunk back to poorly attempt to hide in their own neck and fur. A real turtle type of move.

Then sought to just...blast free and off. Typical cat shit. They just hoped that the dog didn't catch up quicker than they could make room.


rolled for breakaway :3

#56
Bye bye, lynx. The wolf tried to sprint after, but the only thing her current position lended itself to was a fall back flat on her face, pedalling legs giving way to earth.

That was enough of a head start to set her behind course. The lynx could’ve gone anywhere.

And so most of the night ensued alone from there, until she circled back some hours later, returning to her clothes and smells, and passing out for a rounded three hours.
#57
Then there was nothing.

Kidding.

The cat had their fill of the land. Ate a tolerable amount of anything edible they could find. Then came the siren song to return home. Well, back to the scents of familiar things.

Cam had the blessing (or curse, they felt groggy when they roused) of being up first. Two hours of sleep wasn't a whole lot but it was also...nice. Meant they could care for Katya as the woman still seemed to be knocked out. So they'd get Katya into the cabin, in bed. The next nice thing to do would have been to make food.

Instead, Cam lingered in bed on their phone for twenty minutes or so and then scuttled off to shower all the gunk of the outside world away. Probably overestimated how much time they had before Katya woke up.
#58
She woke with her face smushed against the pillow of the bed, body sprawled.

Water from the shower was running. The cabin smelt not like home, but not like pine either.

Katya groaned as she turned onto her back, barely even awake before she complained, ”YOU’RE TAKING A SHOWER WITHOUT ME?”

She made no move to get up immediately, instead counting all her knuckles with her fingers, making sure last night hadn’t gone more south than she remembered.
#59
Cam scrambled right out of the shower.

Half wet on their right side, a frenzied sort of look as they realized that Katya was yelling. The words took a minute to process but they had already busted out of the bathroom to partially slide on the floor on their way out towards the bed. Quick to destroy whatever had stirred Katya into such a ruckus.

Only to realize that she had been yelling about the shower.

"I didn't think you were awake!"

Barked, full naked and half wet from the shower they had only just barely entered. It felt like a fairly familiar position for a were to be in though.
#60
Well. Hello. That fucking peeled her eyes right open.

She watched as Cam flung themselves out of the bathroom only a handful of steps away, dripping with water. Katya laughed wearily.

”I’m awake NOOow,” she observed, ever the intellect, eyes sloping the curve of Cam’s waist. It would’ve all been sexy (no it wouldn’t have) if she wasn’t literally half asleep and cocooned.

”How we gonna fix this, Cams.”
#61
"I guess we'll just have to be gross post-shift dirty forever." Said with a mock pouty look and tone.

Cam wanted to crawl into bed but a few factors kept that at bay.

Mainly the fact that they were wet, a shower was still running in the background and you couldn't just clamber on people naked.
#62
She blew a puff full of air out, causing a few strands of blonde hair to fly up. Gross post-shift dirty sounded grimy. That wasn’t gonna work. v(ಥ ̯ ಥ)v

”Mm-mmm,” she hummed her disapproval.

And then, without any forewarning, Katya slithered under the covers, first sliding with her body and then shuffling with her butt, until she emerged sitting at the end of the mattress, sheets hugging her shoulders.

”We can’t have that.”
#63
They shuffled a bit closer.

Reached for hands. Maybe. If Katya allowed.

"I am willing to give you the limited supply of hot water if you forgive me for showering without you."
#64
Grabbed the hands, picking up droplets along the way.

”Fiiiiine,” she groaned but like, sweetly, letting her feet guide her to the bathroom in a stumble.
#65
"Do you want...?"

Them to join.

Yet they somehow felt bashful so. It was left only half-asked. >:[
#66
She stepped into the shower, all brain fog, until the question and the face that was asking it did something to her brain.

The last time Katya had showered with someone had been Robbie. And that was like, a weird fucking memory to be having, as she studied someone else’s face. Eyes. Features. Also not a memory she even wanted to be having in this moment.

Cam was a new chapter in her life. No messy shit. No weird baggage.

She smiled softly, took their hand, and brought them in with her. ”Pretty sure I cut your time short so, only fair.” Hehe.
#67
In they went, content to be led by Katya and follow her signals.

Lucky for them the water was still hot. Granted they wondered how long that would truly last. Didn't matter. They'd sacrifice their spot in the water to make sure Katya got clean.

"I'd say we made it through the night okay." Soft observation. No one seemed to be missing anything and Katya at least didn't seem scratched up. An easy observation to make when they were both bare.
#68
Her hair wasn't necessarily dirty, but getting it wet was a late concern now. It was warm in the cabin, anyway.

So with approximately zero forethought, she stuck her face under the water to rinse it, then scooted closer to the wall to make sure they were both getting a shower out of it. "My face fucking hurts," Katya replied, laughing a little. "But that's my own fault."
#69
"Oh no." Sad face as they tried to get some of the water too.

"I got a secret to fix that, if you're interested." Hummed in an offer as they sort of rubbed at their own face. Mainly to get the grime off of it. Gross and not flattering.
#70
Hey, why was Katya only realising the shower was steamy now.

She went out of her way to bump her butt back into Cam from reverse. "Gotta get past this ass first," she tormented.
#71
RuDe.

Although Cam didn't actually think it was rude. Actually had opposite feelings on it.

"I dunno, kinda seems like...I don't wanna get past it?"

A hand on Katya's waist. Test the physical waters.
#72
"Oops?" she realised with them, angling her face away from the water so the bits that landed on her struck the hollow of her shoulder instead.

Not really soaped up, where the hand was. Katya remedied that by running her own hand over Cam's arm and dooooown, fingers locking over theirs.
#73
"Doesn't seem like an oops to me."

They stared at their interlock fingers. That momentary wonder of how did they get here? So different from the sharp jests at a church gazebo. Different from a ferris wheel date. Different from stupid jealousy at a birthday party.

"Glad you're here with me." Mumbled as they sough to rest a chin on a shoulder that wasn't being actively pelted by the shower head.
#74
Katya rubbed her free hand against her body, whipping up some more soap.

"They shoulda called you Jasmine," she said, then glanced towards Cam's profile, lifting a soapy finger to wipe it down their nearest cheek in no hurry. "'Cause you're sweet like jasmine."
#75
Their features scrunched at the soapy finger, but laughter bumbled out of them.

"You're so cheesy."

But Cam liked it and they expressed that by pressing lips to neck. Lingered there, just like Katya's own movement had been in no rush.
#76
"Genius," she corrected, not in the least believing it.

What would've been a laugh was pretty quickly shut down when Cam brought their attention to her neck. Intent on picking up from last night, huh. Who the fuck was she to say no now.

She curved back into them, guiding the hand to roam her hip, her butt.

Don't choke on fucking water, she told herself, heart thrumming through her. Heat and feels.
#77
It was easier to manage this, the day after a full moon. Less pressure built in the back of their head at any sort of excitement.

Especially as a hand was guided from hip to butt. Of course, Cam could not help but give firm squeezes in between tracing fingers along the wet skin. Teeth threatening to graze over the skin of Katya's neck.

This was not...the ideal place for this type of affair, but their mind wasn't focused on that.
#78
The first firm squeeze elicited a tiny squeal that echoed beyond the bathroom. Katya was forever weak to butt grabs.

All of this begged the question of who was Cam? Katya knew who they were in relation to her. Knew what she felt about them. But she didn't know shit about where they'd come from, where they were going, who they wanted to be. Shit that mattered to most people, but there was a weird charm to having no fucking clue here. It gave her a reason to push for discovery in other ways, physical and mental.

Made her want, mostly, when it was like this.

Katya turned her back to the shower slooowly, trying not to disrupt Cam in the process, wanting to meet their lips with hers. She'd inevitably need to deal with the water, but it'd come second to last.
#79
Sounds were good, encouragement to Cam’s ears really.

This had not been what she had imagined or hoped for. Which undeniably made it all the better. A gentle roll of their full moon evening into a rosy morning. God, could they do this more? It was whimsically romantic in this cabin on private land and it made some wild beast of need rise within Cam.

Cam would welcome the meeting of lips, even if the water seemed keen to fight their affections. It was not the worse thing to deal with when the price was Katya’s touches.

Slowly they sought to bring their other hand to Katya’s hip, trail their fingers along it before hoping to find it a resting spot on the small of her back. Other hand still toyed with squeezes.

Close was good, closer was better.
#80
Passion started mild, inquisitive, softened by the morning and what'd been a long and tiring night for all involved. Stripped of a lot of burdens.

And being diminutive had certain pros. It was easy to lean pressure into the hand on the small of her back, moving her hips forward, running a thumb over Cam's breast while her fingers wrapped around their ribcage in support. Each press of her lips against theirs gradually emboldening, gradually gaining hue.

Fair to say that her attention was altogether pretty fucking far from the smattering of water that framed their backdrop, but she did have enough mind to begin reaching a hand behind her.
#81
Little shudders of breath against their kisses as Katya explored as well. They had to imagine this was as close to heaven as they might get. The momentary bliss of no worries for a surprise shift, the bliss of another’s touch and the all encompassing warmth that spread over them.

Cam wasn’t so blinded by the sensations to not notice Katya reached elsewhere. Behind herself to…maybe control the water? Probably. Hot water was not infinite and it would undeniably only get in the way further.

"Out?" A short question, mumbled with half a mind here and another half located somewhere on Katya.
#82
Busted.

Katya drew a slow breath, rubbing her lips together to mask a smile. Not even a seductive smile, more like she'd been caught out, which was probably Katya's flavour of seduction actually.

"Gedd me out," she agreed, pressing her hand against the faucet to turn it off.
#83
Worked for them.

One more kiss and then they scuttled out first, quick to grab a neatly displayed towel to hand over to Katya. Then did the same for themself. They figured that this would probably head to the bed and they had enough manners to not want to crawl into a bed wet.

So they would towel off too and head that way, assuming there was no protest from their company. Maybe they could even coax her into getting comfortable on top of them.
#84
Sa-weeeet parting gift. Then there was a towel being handed to her in the shower, and she swung it around her and dried every which way as she padded out.

This included paying some attention the ends of her hair, tussling them within the towel before draping it around her neck, hands reaching to wrap around the lower half of Cam’s waist from behind.

”What were you gonna say-“ Katya began, peppering kisses to their shoulder, taking balanced steps to the bed. ”About secret fixes.”
#85
"I think you've already figured it out." They tried to balance leaning into kisses but also moving towards the bed.

"I was gonna kiss your face better buuuuuut..." Flop right down onto the bed. Rolled onto their back. Gaze still fixed on Katya's freshly showered features. With the occasional glance to her hips because Cam was still human.
#86
Effortless flop. Katya scooted onto the mattress with her knees, hands running over Cam’s skin as she situated herself perfectly on top.

What a fucking view.

”Buuut you want me to kiss yours better,” she predicted or like more accurately, wanted. With a lean down she whispered, ”You gonna have to ask.”
#87
Hands slid down Katya's sides as they found themself with her above. Down to rest back on her rear. Tried to hold her close like that.

"Will you? Pretty please? I don't think I'll last very long without your kisses." Hushed and dramatic but also...pretty sincere. Especially as their skin felt flush in a way that couldn't be blamed on some hot shower. This was entirely at the fault of Katya.
#88
There was something way too fucking earnest about Cam that doused the cynic in her.

”Okay okay okay,” she said quietly, mumbling a laugh as she slipped the towel away from her neck and dropped it off the side of the bed. ”Only ‘cause I like making you blush,” Katya added toothily, maybe-kinda-pretty thrilled.

With her knees running impressions into the bed as she edged herself further down, she drew a soft inhale, locking them into a deeper kiss. She kept her hands up top for now, leaning her weight more towards her non-dominant side so a hand could rove over Cam’s body, from their waist to the very curve of their breast.

Showers? Fun. This? Better.
#89
Heh.

Although their internal success was soon replaced by that warmth again. Impressed by Katya’s commitment to hold her weight above them but even more impressed by…everything. The deeper kiss, the touch that roved over their waist to their breast.

Enough for them to want to arch, hips dipped before they pushed up with an eagerness. Gradually their own hands slid down from rear to thighs. Finger tips pressed into the soft skin firm.

A small hum of deep satisfaction in their throat.
#90
They ran warm, always. And that was kinda nice in a different way. No sensation startled her, so as Cam grabbed her thighs it was like they already had all they needed to melt together.

Katya’s breath was measured but heavy for it, her own body curving in response to Cam’s, riding a wave. She wanted to kiss them until she couldn’t no more, so that was her plan, hand squeezing against their breast and leaving marks for it, thumb running over in between moments. Every move intent on bringing them closer and headier.

The wolf was around, too. She saw her, how she sleepily blurred the different realities. Felt like a lullaby for now.
#91
A dangerous combination of things.

A beautiful woman on top of them, lulled instincts on the heightened excitement and the desires that were Cam's only. Intoxicated by the continued pressure against their lips. Kiss after kiss built up to a hot pot of physical pressure. Not to mention the firm grip on their breast, reddened by the strength of Katya's intent actions.

They sought to offer a thigh between Katya's legs. Used a firm pressure of their hands on Katya's thighs still to lead and encourage her to press into it. Move against it. Not without their own rocking motions included in return though.
#92
Man, if Katya had balls she would’ve been screwed by what that move did to her hormones.

Didn’t, though. And thank fuck for that.

So she pressed her hips against Cam in a steamy grind, humming through the kiss, chests ebbing and flowing against one another. When she did seek to break away it was with heavy reluctance, bringing her hand up to their jaw to support it, then drawing down with the tiniest bit of teeth.

She made for a gradual and slow descent from their lips to their neck, rocking side to side as she edged her body down between their legs at the same time, testing to see if that was okay.
#93
Oop, goodbye?

Oh.

No.

Hello.

Cam might have been upset at Katya's disappearance from their lips had it not seemed that it was not headed for somewhere more grand. Their approval came in soft mumbled words of encouragement as a trail was left down from lips, to jaw and then neck. Fuuuurther? The warm body that had edged between her legs had suggested as such.

"Really gonna make me blush, huh?"
#94
She looked up, green eyes set on Cam’s. ”Uh-huh,” Katya managed to say against their skin, eager to please.

Snaking her hand all the way back down their waist, supporting Cam’s body with the other, she teased, missing just short of going in between their legs to rest on the gentle slope of their inner thigh.

Her lips trailed down at the same time. Collarbone. Lower down, to their breastbone. Further yet, to the middle of their waist, then right in between their hips. A whole constellation of lingering kisses meant to appreciate.

Again, she looked up. Murmured, gaze heady. ”Youuu want that?”
#95
Buhhh, probably an actual sound they sputtered out through their winding pleasure.

Had this been worth the wait till morning? Absolutely. It was leagues safer but the pleasure was no lower than the excitement last night had promised.

So again when Katya’s green gaze looked up to them, they knew what they wanted. There was also that deep streak of vulnerability like this.

"Please?" A tremble of their lip that would have embarrassed them had they thought too much about it.
#96
Katya found herself totally and completely allured, eyes tracing them as they melted in her hands, trembling the request. Nothing else occupied the space in her brain except this moment. Even last night was blurred. Even the shower.

She smiled, just barely, as she planted a lasting kiss on their skin, arms wrapping around their thighs so her hands could rest flat.

”Think you deserve it,” Katya agreed a little clearer.

It was easy to sink between their legs with her body to the bed, which she did with care and attention. First a kiss, then her tongue working on the top, light and gentle touches to get Cam going. Or blushing.

Both, really.
#97
A wave, a tremble.

Katya had never been soft but Cam could even admire (and wilt under) the confidence displayed here. It was enough that Cam just...dissolved. Head tipped back, eyes shut. Their chest rose up and down in that heavy manner.

They were keen to encourage along Katya, vocalize what worked best for them. Undoubtedly they were blushing. So. If that was the goal, it was achieved.

"More, more..." Forced out on heavy breaths.
#98
Kinda… super distantly, Katya realised she could get off to this. Not that she would here, but there was something to be said about being allowed to make someone come undone. Just. Very fucking attractive, and it made her skin tingle.

But here she was keen to listen to their cues, watching as they tipped back into the bed, curving against her, into her.

Katya wrapped her hand around the top of their thigh a little tighter, roving back over their ribcage with the other, heeding the request as she put more pressure and fervour into what she was doing.
#99
More and more was met with...well, more.

It was enough to tip their brain into some sort of feline thought. Bite? Scratch? Their nails did dig into what bit of Katya's arm they gripped onto. Eased up out of their own realization that they had no interest in hurting her. Bad cat.

They were undeniably on the edge of what they had been chasing after though. It helped that they had been overwhelmingly excited before any followed action.

Or maybe Cam was just easy to please like this, hard to say.
The nails that dug little punctures into her skin, though short-lived, were weirdly good, heightening sensation in a place she wasn't paying any attention to. Beyond sound, it made her feel their pleasure in a tactile way.

Katya was many things, but here she was committed most of all. And she realised she was edging them. Kinda realised. Drawing her mouth away, she managed her own shuddering breath, placing the hand from their thigh to the back of their leg to coax their calves over her shoulders, bringing her own legs up to kneel on the bed. Turning her head to plant a kiss just above their lower thigh, she worked her fingers gently over them, her own face warmed.

"Look at me, Cam," she coaxed just under her breath.
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