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 Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 2:56 pm
He tumbled back in the water after having his feet knocked out from under him, resurfacing with an outraged and horrified look.
He'd been depantsed.
"Quinn!" he growled, carefully staying to deeper waters. "Give those back!"
And then Valeriu swam after him.
Only it was not swimming.
It was dog-paddling.
"Quinn!"
Valeriu didn't know how to swim swim.
"I v'ill end you!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 6:43 pm
Quinn wasn't much better, but he was leaner, and slid through the water easier. He got tired pretty quickly, though, and dissolved into a floating, giggling pale mass with plaid swim trunks in his hand, waiting for Vale to catch up to him.
This was fun. He hadn't had this much pure fun in a long time. He liked nature, more than he liked the City. It was prettier. There was no 'Downers' of the forest. There were animals everywhere, and he could hear them talking, but it wasn't an annoying buzzing like the driveling animals back home. It was sweet, and real, and wonderful.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 6:52 pm
He finally caught up, scowling all the way, and snatched his swim trunks back.
"You're a jerk," he repeated with a dark look, scooting away in the water to pull them back on. A slap of his tail sent a splash on Quinn before he crawled out of the water, back onto dry land.
Valeriu shook himself dry, one foot, then the other, flicking ears and tail, and climbing up to his overhanging sunning rock, where he sat, lord over all.
And where he could also flip Quinn off as much as he pleased.
"I hope the piranhas get you," he called down, letting the hot stone warm his legs as they dangled high over the water. "They can strip the flesh off of you in ten seconds."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 7:13 pm
Quinn looked down at the water.
And then up at Vale, and his rock.
And then down, down into the water.
And he decided to get out. He decided he'd dry off enough while he was climbing up to the rock where Vale was, pushing vale over to make room on the rock for him.
"You know, with those shorts on, you are going to get a tanline."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 7:20 pm
He grudgingly gave up space on his rock, scooting over with a push back.
"I don't tan."
He was dark enough already.
"At the most, it v'ill be like mocha compared to milk chocolate." He flopped back and stretched out so that his stomach got all the sun it wanted. "Although I can burn," he admitted, rubbing at his arms.
He remembered his first day at the job, way up high doing construction, and remembered the fiery touch of his skin the next day while laying in bed in pain.
"If you v'ant, I've got some sunscreen in my pocket." He waved a hand vaguely towards his abandoned, folded up jeans sitting down below. "Because god knows you v'ould look like sunset on snow instead."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 7:25 pm
Quinn laughed. "I'd turn into a lobster!" He eyed the sunblock, and wrinkled his nose. "But I don't want to be all greasy and slippery. I'm already wet." He stared at the jeans and sighed, slipping off of the rock to go find sunscreen. He applied it all over (and then paused, and decided that, to be safe, he should apply it all over) on his way back up to the rock.
"So, is this it? Now you're done, and we're just going to nap on a rock?" Quinn sighed. Loudly, and dramatically, and he plopped down on his back on the rock.
Then he looked at Vale, and then back up at the sky.
And then sighed again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 7:36 pm
Valeriu's ears twitched at the sigh. He thought, intently, for a moment, and then rolled over, flopping on Quinn's stomach and stretching out his arms in front of him.
"You can also pet me," he suggested, none too subtly (judging by the bulk strewn across Quinn's stomach). "It's a very rigorous, very thought-provoking activity," he added, lying through his teeth. "You have to figure out how to scratch all the areas on my back equally, and you have to discover v'here I like my scratches best. It is like an adventure game!"
Pets and napping. Of course Valeriu couldn't come up with much.
"Although," he continued, more reluctantly (he didn't want to give Quinn too many choices), "There are a few other things to do. A lot of pretty sights and animals. And I know a crocodile if you v'ant to v'restle one, but he lives in a muddy swamp place."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 7:54 pm
"Rigorous and thought provoking? My a**." Quinn snorted. "Worst adventure game ever. I could scratch you in my sleep! See, it would be just like this." Quinn reached over and scratched behind Vale's ears. Having the bulk on his stomach was not the most comfortable thing in the world, but he could deal.
"Or maybe you'd rather be scratched on your back." He let his hand travel down, to scratch his back. "But, eh. No reason to scratch your back. I don't get anything out of it." He took his hand away and put both hands behind his head.
"Besides, I won the swimsuit game. I stole yours and kept it away from you! So why should I do something for you? Quinn doesn't give consolation prizes!" He grinned, mischievously.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 8:02 pm
He was purring at the touch of fingers on his ears, and was just about to arch at the scratching on his back - when it was gone, and he was left, bereft.
He gave Quinn a dirty look at being mean.
"V'hat are you talking about? Petting me is the prize! Everyone v'ants to pet kitty ears. Look, look, I purr for you-" he purred, and snuggled, as cutely as he could (Mr. Slinkers could pull it off, but Valeriu didn't manage cute so much as dangerous). "People love that!" He narrowed his eyes, petulantly. How dare Quinn not love it. Everybody loved it. Seamus and Murphy would pet him for minutes on end just to have him purr. It was the only damn good thing about being what he was.
He slunk off, huddling on his outcropping of rock with a baleful, haughty glare, and wrapped his arms around his knees, tail twitching behind him in offense.
Ignore. Ignore. Ignoring you.
"Fine. I v'on't purr for you. Ever. No matter v'hat."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 8:25 pm
Quinn looked at him from the corner of his eye, refusing to acknowledge Vale's ignoring.
"That is the worst prize ever." Quinn laughed. "Never purr for me? Really? Well..." Quinn rolled over twice, so he was right up against Vale, looking up at him.
"Never? No matter what? I doubt it." He grinned up at Vale, and traced little circles on his back with a finger. "Maybe you should let go of your knees, and stretch out," he said, sweetly, "To give me a fighting chance."
Quinn wasn't really sure what he was doing.
He was pretty sure it was a bad idea.
But today was such a good day! Nothing could go wrong!
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 8:41 pm
He had to bite his lip to avoid purring at the circles on his back, keeping his severely offended look, and shifted as if he was thinking about it (he was actually squirming).
"Fine," he deigned, as if Quinn couldn't possibly, but he more than eagerly scrambled to roll back onto his tummy and give Quinn plenty of area to cover (and wear his fingers down to the bone). "A fair chance. But don't expect anything," he warned, resting his chin on his arms. "Because I v'on't purr. Ever. Forever." He made sure to emphasize this.
"But go ahead. Try."
Pet me. Pet me, pet me, pet me.
"Don't be afraid of scratching hard, too," he piped up again with a small wiggle. "I have tough skin. Use nails."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 8:53 pm
Quinn grinned. "Never, ever. I know. I shouldn't even bother, because there's such a low chance of you ever purring, but I have to try because I'll never be able to live with myself," he said, sarcastically.
Quinn nodded, and rolled over again so he was sitting on the end of Vale's back, one leg on either side.
It wasn't an awkward position.
Not at all, nope.
He used one hand to scratch at Vale's ears and head, and the other to scratch on his back. He used nails. He listened.
Quinn frowned down at Vale. "You know, you seem really tense. How about a massage?" He dropped both hands down to Vale's shoulders, and began working at them. "Wow, you are. So many knots!" He continued on the shoulders, working his way down the back and back up to his shoulders again.
"Tsk, tsk, Vale. You shouldn't stress yourself out so much. It'll lead to back problems, you know."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:01 pm
He held out for all of thirty seconds before he caved and broke his vow, purring and melting into the rock and stretching out in glorious satisfaction.
"Hrrmmmhm," he mumbled at that, something along the lines of I'm not purring. He stretched in little arches at the scratching on his back, up until the point where it turned into a massage and he had to bite his lip again.
It hurt, but nicely.
"I've never had a massage before." He groaned at the aches and pains that were springing up, but contently relaxed as they were rubbed out of his muscles until he was limp and dead to the world. "Mmm, I like it."
Oh, happy day. Scratches and rubs and swimming!
"Don't stop. Ever," he purred into his arms, muttering thickly because he didn't even want to move his mouth much.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:11 pm
Quinn felt almost guilty, it was so easy to make Vale happy. The purring was...interesting. Especially coming from a large man, that he was sitting on. It was like sitting on a radio. A really strong radio.
With awesome bass.
Really awesome bass.
Once he determined the upper half had been massaged enough, Quinn whirled around and scooted up Vale's back so that he could massage the bottom half.
"You like the way this feels?" You could amost hear the mischief in his voice, "Then you'll really love this!"
And so he moved to massage lower.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:18 pm
He was all but humming at that point; even when Quinn had turned around, the hands on his lower back felt nice. So much heavy lifting hit him especially hard, right there, just above his tail.
"Mmhm," he muttered again, and was in a pleasant state of euphoria right up until Quinn's hands moved a bit too low. His eyes flashed open with a yelp, trying to pull himself away.
"Quinn!"
That was indecent! And a low blow! This was not Grope Valeriu day! First the front, now the back? What more would be safe?!
And oh, how red his face was.
"I don't think massages go like that! You're supposed to skip to the leg!"
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