dericksutton

[dericksutton]

[dericksutton]

Polished fork, cooking cousin, loose shirt

Thanksgiving gear ready.

[dericksutton]

Towards the groan, the eyes rolled before the face was scrunching together with mock shame. Still, there was the faintest smirk that seemed to grow, easing into the cheeks as they kissed. Somewhere between the pressing of lips and pull, Derick's hand found its way to the side of her face. Fingertips grazed across her hairline, reaching beneath her ear while the thumb rested comfortably along her cheekbone. There was a simple hum of understanding to the statement, distracted more so with the touch of her mouth to offer a better remark. "Got it," he muttered, slipping away from her wrist in favor of her waist, guiding her body towards him, "pie plays hard to get." Words barely fell from him before being tossed carelessly to the ground, focusing on the sweet taste of her tongue while his fingers glided up beneath her blouse.

F2F: Charick and Cream

[dericksutton]

His lips were just beginning to enclose around the tip of her finger, letting the curve of her nail slip against the side of his tongue. The eyebrows arched lightly, almost mirroring hers, while the mouth curved into an impish smile. Across her forehead, Chas' hair could be felt brushing against his temple before the warmth of her breath skirted across his cheek. The ticklish swipe from the lick made the skin alert, teased into wanting more. His eyes slid over to meet hers when the flirtatious voice trickled into his ears, sending the teeth to nip lightly at her finger. "No," he answered while the grasp around her wrist tightened gently, releasing her tip as he pulled her closer with a tilt of his head, "easy as pie." The nose wrinkled with an amused tightness around the eyes. "Bad pun is bad," he admitted softly before his lips eased against hers just enough for the skin to brush. "Bad but accurate," he murmured distantly, closing the minimal gap that separated their mouths.

F2F: Charick and Cream

[dericksutton]

It wasn't exactly clear how a conversation in passing of marriage with a strong level of levity and teasing came to be a topic that was actually encouraged enough to play with. It oddly wasn't as awkward as he'd imagined. There was an ease to it, peace and contentment. Still, though, the playful face was well presented with Chas in mind to keep a distance from what could potentially turn into discomfort for her. The necklace around her brought a natural light to reflect in the green eyes, watching her face change from his passing touch. "I'm not wasting anything!" he defended himself before the tip of his finger came to his grinning mouth. The teeth barely slipped past the covered skin when there was a cool stroke across the side of his face. "Oh, now, that's wasteful," he teased, wrapping his fingers loosely around her wrist, bringing the cream from her to his parted lips. "How I am going to get the rest of that, Mrs. Sutton?" he asked while the eyes glimmered and a gentle brush of his tongue swept across her flesh.

F2F: Charick and Cream

[dericksutton]

F2F: Charick and Cream

It was clear that autumn was slowly creeping into winter when faced with the outdoors. Looking up, the trees had lost the majority of their leaves, if not all of them to have the branches entirely exposed to the dropping climate. Underneath the thin blanket, the discarded leaves crinkled from the shifting weight, but the noise was light, muffled, something in the background that added to the scenery of the trails. The main focus for the scene, meanwhile, was directed on the food that had been brought for the outing and the people that had gathered the small meal in the first place. Derick's attention, however, was drawn solely towards Chastity while the two of them began to stab at the pie on their plates. Even as the eyes brushed along the slightly burned edges of the crust with a gentle smile on the face, they flickered back to the young woman shortly as though they hardly left. "I like the coloring," he started, lips slanting while the fork twirled through the cream. "Very tasty stuff," he went on quickly with a rise of the head to cover his tracks. "All hail Chas the baker," the voice flitted through the air with a restrained laugh through the midst of it before the head tilted and the finger brushed subtly across her nose, "even when she's wearing some of the food."

[dericksutton]

Although Derick didn't have much understanding of the laws oh physics, he was pretty confident that there was no gravitational switch and that Chas's words came more from the shot glasses than that logical side of things. While she thought he agreed with a crooked smile on his face, in reality he was just trying his best not to crack into laughter. "I don't get the glass box?" he mocked disappointment as his hand rested along the side of her neck. "But all the fancy things get the glass box.. I'm hurt." His head tilted to meet her gaze, eyebrows raising at her comment with a bite to his grinning lips. "Yeah.. you definitely had a lot of those, didn't you?" he asked, gesturing with a nod over to the stack of glasses. "Well, this'll be fun," he went on, putting a supportive arm around her waist. "You want me to carry you or see you strut? I'll watch out for those deceiving walls either way."

F2F w/Chas | Winner Takes All

[dericksutton]

Chas's response was received differently than usual. There was something in the tone that had lost the normal, playful bite of sass and sarcasm but ultimately was light-hearted. It thickened the air that Derick desperately wanted to clear again, causing another ripple of uneasiness between the two. "Right," he started, nodding once vaguely, "that makes sense. Imposters and everything." The response was lackluster at best with a mind in and out of focus, forcing it to grip on and listen instead of tangle with past events.

"Eh," his head swayed to the side with a gentle smile, "maybe I'm one of those charming kidnappers that can combine the two?" The smile grew a bit as he squeezed her hands, looking down at them with a bow of the head before the eyes lifted back. She could make him feel comfortable and at ease just as easily as she could control a tightness in his chest from those icy eyes. 

Without a thought, the bottom lip was wet lightly before he took in a breath, rising his head fully. "So, to resume the kidnapping," he went on, releasing her hands for her hips before lifting her up, "ransom note will be faxed later. Think I ran out of newspapers to cut the letters from, though." 

Surprise! || Charick {Timelorded to October 31st}

[dericksutton]

Hey, I'm here. I'm not really planning on leaving either, so you're stuck. Hulk or Ent or human version of Chastity Kent is never alone unless she kicks my ass out. And the purple shorts idea is something to look into, for sure.

PM: I like that it's getting dark before curfew.

[dericksutton]

Why not? We were just talking about trees... got me sentimental about the Ents. Are you seriously comparing yourself to the Hulk? Did you turn green or just wearing the purple shorts? I'm fine with either option, for the record.

PM: I like that it's getting dark before curfew.

[dericksutton]

Yeah, I have an all powerful circle on my arm. Like Saruman's eye or something. You're not seen as anything low except in height, either. Trust me. I don't know anyone that would dare mess with you. Including me.

PM: I like that it's getting dark before curfew.

[dericksutton]

No,  I'm the Derick. Not sure if I mentioned that I was basically a dom in name only, anyways. I doubt that was the reason I got it instead of you. Like I said, I talked to Sutton about it already. I thought the wording was...not how I would have chosen it.

PM: I like that it's getting dark before curfew.

[dericksutton]

Yeah... that was sarcasm...but I still laughed, anyways.

Well.. I already talked to Sutton about it. I guess it's for formal reasons or something. It...well... you know, the dom/sub stuff was mentioned.

I like that it's getting dark before curfew.

[dericksutton]

I live to entertain, Chas. It's my calling.

Rubber trees, yep. Invitation was etched into a tire. Sutton's creative like that. It's.. got names, in a way.

I like that it's getting dark before curfew.

[dericksutton]

Yes, ma'me.

Yeah, just the one.. but it saves paper, ink.. good for the environment all around. I, for one, am all about saving the trees and whatever plant grows ink cartridges. 

I like that it's getting dark before curfew.

[dericksutton]

True.. Got it. If it helps any, I will shut up, act like a ninja, and it'll be almost like I'm not there... for the most part. We should go, though.

Nope, can't say that it's going to turn into a den of sex. Not very Thanksgiving-like. The pilgrims would be pretty bummed about that, I think. I don't know. Maybe they were into that. It's going to be at Josh's condo with Sutton and Jarred.. Plus food.

I like that it's getting dark before curfew.

[dericksutton]

It sounds bitter. I don't want to suck it. What if I transferred all my dom power over? Or does it not work that way? OR. I could just go out with you..? I like that idea.

That was the option I was leaning towards, anyways. You don't want to know the details?

I like that it's getting dark before curfew.