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Summer Sun, Something's Begun | July Catch-All | Open

🧙 WHO: Darin Altway and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: July Catch-All with Open and Closed prompts
🕒 WHEN: Throughout July
🗺️ WHERE: All around Camelot! Quests and shenanigans ahoy!
⚠️ WARNINGS: Some ridiculousness? Some fluff? Will update as necessary!

🛡️ SHIELD SUMMER FEVER! 🛡️ - OPEN

[Darin always felt bad for the people who could get sick. Back home, his powers prevented him from falling ill, even to such banal things as a summer cold. But he did have experience as a gofer for his town's doctor, as well as doing errands and chores for the people who fell ill. So, this job was right up his alley.]

[One thing he knew for sure, when you're under the weather, nothing beats a good laugh.]

[With the trusty use of the new EmphaSize spell he nabbed from the traders, you'll find him waddling around with huge, oversized feet as he goes from room to room delivering flowers, teddy bears, medicine, fruit baskets, you name it. If he happens to be entering a kid's room, he'll make a big show of his giant, floppy feet. If its an elderly person's room, he'll sit with them for awhile and ask them about their day or let them ramble on.]

[But it's likely leaving one of the rooms is when you'll bump into Darin. Or trip over his enormous, floppy feet.]

Oh, hey! Easy there! You okay? Sorry, I should get a signal or something for these things...

🗡️ LAVAFT BEHIND 🗡️ - OPEN

[This seemed like a pretty easy task, all things considered. Everyone knew slimes were low-level monsters, even if they had the same temperature as magma. And Darin worked professionally around molten metal all day. If there was anyone who could handle this task, it was him.]

[Though, having someone along in case things went awry was a good idea too. Especially since his blood magic wouldn't really do him much good here.]

[So back to the Diamond Falls Darin goes. He's got a pickax and some mining tools in a pack slung over his shoulder examining the hardened rock for any sign of the slime.]

So, since I know how my luck goes, what's the plan for when we free this thing and it immediately attacks us with the fury of a particularly cranky volcano?

AT THE FORGE - OPEN

[With the reconstruction from his rampage doing well, Darin's back at the forge doing what he loves. He might be down an apprentice, but that hasn't stopped him from taking orders and commissions from those who seek him out! Got something you want Darin to make? His consultations are always free so come on in! Got some gear that needs mending or ideas you want to pitch? Maybe you just need some work? Darin's door is always open! When you step in, you'll likely see him working on something or tidying the place up. If there's one thing Darin can't stand, it's a messy forge! So come on in and let's get to work!]

BAR CRAWL - CLOSED TO KATE

[It's been about a month since he tore through Camelot as a terrifying, familiar-fused monster. Barring his (and everyone else's jaunt) to Celliwig, Darin had largely avoided going into town. And when he did, he wore a cloak with a hood that concealed his hair.]

[Now, a month later and the reconstruction mostly complete, Darin is feeling a little more hopeful that maybe he won't be kicked out of town if he decides to hit a bar for a drink or two. He's still wearing his cloak, but when he settles in at the 'In For a Pound' pub, he slowly pulls his hood back to reveal his very obvious blue mane of hair. He gets a few looks, some of which he's not too thrilled with, but orders a drink and sits at the bar.]

[Unfortunately, the patrons on either side of him scoot away. Fortunately, that leaves space should anyone decide they want to pull up a stool and join him.]

MY DINNER WITH DARIN - CLOSED TO ALLURA

[So, it really only dawned on Darin about a day or so before the date that he and Allura had chosen for dinner that this might actually be a...you know. A date. In a panic, he considered calling her to clarify that this wasn't a date...but what if she wanted it to be a date? What if he tried to clarify and they called the whole thing off? That would be awful! And he'd feel terrible too! She was really looking forward to it! But did that mean she was looking forward to a date with him?]

[No, that couldn't be it.]

[Could it?]

[So, after spending a day laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling weighing his options, he decided that, you know what? He could do this! Even if it was a date! Hell, it was only a date! He could handle that! Even though he'd never been on a date before, much less with someone who was so strikingly beautiful and had spent the last six months worming her way into his every though— NOT IMPORTANT!]

[And so, it was the evening of the big-but-maybe-not date. He'd agonized over whether or not he should dress up and finally he decided on an off-white polo shirt with pink piping around the collar and sleeves (hey, pink goes good with blue, alright?), and some tan slacks. With a menu all set (he did promise it would be an amazing meal) he sets out to begin cooking, listening intently for the door to the forge to open so he could go up and greet her.]

[Everything was set for the evening. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?]

[...Right?]

WILDCARD

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[As if to reinforce his point, the laughter makes her heart twinge in panic and her face flush redder. Is that a good sign, or a bad one? She feels like she's figuring this out one fumbling step at a time — and she can only be grateful that human anatomy isn't wildly different from Altean anatomy, so what she's learned from biology studies isn't rendered utterly useless.]

[But those concerns melt away at his touch, at his kiss, at every tender affection he shows to her. After all, he understands — not merely because he's as new to this as she is, the two of them standing at equal level, but because he understands her. The effects of her spell from earlier haven't fully dissipated, and so he can surely feel her heart twist with each mistake... and swirl with thrill at his every action, even the caress of his thumb.]

[So the answer to his question should already be clear. But so is the fact that hearing her say it with her words, her own voice, would mean everything to him. So she swallows to clear her throat, gives an almost imperceptible nod, and tells him...]

... yes... yes, Darin. I'm ready for you...

[He takes another long, appreciative look at her naked body before he takes a deep breath and starts to buck his hips. It's slow and steady and he's savoring every sensation...but he's just as new to this as she is. Honestly, he'd love nothing more than to flip her onto her back and pound into her...but this is both of their first times. It should be cherished...]

[But she's so tight that it's hard to get a steady rhythm going.]

[Not that it doesn't feel amazing. In fact, he's fighting every urge to speed up. And watching her body move and writhe on top of him is only exciting him further.]

[Just give it a little time, Darin. With some work, it will get easier.]

[And Allura, thankfully, has the resolve to endure until then. At first, the tight pressure is painful, even with the natural lubrication — but the slow thrusting motion seems to knead and stretch the opening, until it reaches a point where it more readily accommodates him.]

[And at that point, it starts to feel incredible. She steadies herself with her hands on his shoulders, so she can lift and lower herself, moving with him to find a rhythm they're both comfortable with. When he hits her just right, her torso seems to tense up as she takes in a slow, shuddering gasp, and lets her head roll back towards her shoulders.]

[His name is on her lips, but right now it's only a hissing whisper, as well as a number of other things, blended together with more gasping breaths as if she can't enunciate properly at the moment.]

[Now that they've found a rhythm, now that they're both feeling this incredible sensation, he lets his hands wander from her hips to finally explore the rest of her body.]

[Gods, ever since that time in the spring, he's dreamed of exploring her like this. She'll never know that the glimpses of her body she'd given him had kept him awake for so many nights after the fact, and here she was riding him with so much eagerness.]

[His touch matches that eagerness as he kneads her breasts and plays with her nipples, as his fingers massage her thighs. He wants to do the same thing with his lips and tongue, but he can't tear his eyes away from the way her tight and toned body moves, like he'll never see her this way again. He desperately commits every curve to memory as his hips start to buck harder, forcibly bouncing her harder on his length; pushing so that each time she rises, she'll feel more of him pump in and out of her.]

[Maybe, when this is done, he'll admit how badly he's wanted this and for how long...if it wasn't already clear by how exceptionally hard he is.]

[She can hardly keep track of his hands — her attention is too focused on riding him, on keeping herself steady as she's urged into picking up speed, on the angle she wants to descend upon him so that he'll hit that perfect spot inside, in the swelling of tension and heat that's rapidly approaching a point of no return.]

[But because she's not focused on his hands, that just makes his every touch a quick jolt of surprise, as he explores areas with nerves that have never seen quite this sort of attention before. He'll feel her flex and squeeze around him in an almost direct reflex to his touch, and soft, gasping cries as she fights letting her body shake and shudder from more stimulation than she can handle.]

[And every so often, she forces her eyes back open, so she can see his body below her, the motion of his muscles working in time with her own, and she can feel the fresh desire flowing through her body like a wave of warmth.]

[Between gasps, he might hear her trying to say that she's getting close.]

[Reason and logic are quickly giving way to a much more primal urge and he's having trouble keeping the slow, tempered rhythm they had been going at thus far. Slowly, he can feel the pressure of climax building and at this point, he's beyond trying to savor this moment. And with her constantly whispering his voice in a sweet, breathy voice, his willpower finally caves.]

[He takes control, rolling suddenly to the side so that she's beneath him, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pinning her under his towering frame...]

[And he begins to drive is hips like the piston of an engine. Muscles tense, sweat dripping despite the relatively cool late summer night, he drives his hips into hers with no intention of stopping until he climaxes. And when he does, when that surge of heat rushes into her, he'll start to pound faster, so that the sensation overtakes his entire body, so that she can wring out ever last bit of him.]

[It's only lasts for a few moment, but with the way he's driving his hips, it feels like hours. Finally he slows, panting hard and glistening with sweat. He doesn't crumple atop her but instead braces his frame on his elbows while he searches her face for any sort of response as he places gentle kiss after gentle kiss on her lips and all about her face.]

[When he decided to take over, she had already felt as if she was getting close. Inching close, but not quite there. A little too strong in some places, not quite hitting the right spot in others. It felt as much like a trial of endurance as an act of passion and pleasure.]

[But then he pinned her down, and now — now that he's thrusting into hard and fast — she's not just barely reaching her limit, but getting body-checked past it. There's a swell of tension of heat, and she can barely cry out his name before it all releases, and she can feel herself pulsing and throbbing around him, still clenching hard even as the climax slows.]

[Soon after, her pounding heart and heavy breathing both slow as well, and she looks up at him with low-lidded eyes. His lips brush against hers — and she reaches up and grabs the side of his face to pull him in closer, so she can kiss him deeper and more passionately.]

[He's a little surprised by how demanding the kiss was. Did he really make her feel that good?]

[But once she's willing to relinquish his lips, he rolls to the side, gathering her up in an embrace.]

...I hope that was as good for you as it was for me...

[She almost laughs — which still comes out breathless, showing that she's not fully recovered.]

Darin... that was amazing. I mean... I know it's supposed to be, but that was still... I mean... wow.

Yeah...

Yeah, it really was...

[He's really not sure what to say or even do. He's such a mixed up ball of emotions right now. He's elated to have this connection with another person but...in the end is this really what she wanted? What if he ruins this? What if he does something wrong? He could lose all of this in a moment...]

[He takes a deep breath to steady himself. He might as well be open with her.]

I guess I've got nothing left to hide...the truth is, I've wanted to do that ever since the siren pools...

You were... trying to hide that...?

[She's smiling warmly at him, her expression a mixture of amusement and genuine confusion. If the Siren itself hadn't so blatantly betrayed his desires, perhaps she wouldn't have put it together so easily — but knowing what she did, it was easy to pick up on it in their moments together.]

I hope you don't mind... that I took some time to come around...

[He shakes his head.]

Honestly...I'm still surprised you wanted me at all...

Though, I have to say...the night you came over drinking...you were kind of giving me some signals...

[And ideas.]

[Oh, bring that up, why don't you.]

... I really am going to have to be more careful with those drinks. Do you really still remember all that...?

…How could I not? The images of that night stayed with me for weeks. And I’d just stopped having dreams about the siren pools too.

... ... ...

Crushing fruit affected you that much?

[That part still feels particularly embarrassing to her, but if he liked it...]

That and seeing you in your underwear...

...And then seeing you in your wet underwear...

You remember that? ... you know, Darin, when we were talking about the springs, and how you hadn't looked back then? You made it sound as if you had never looked...

[And now she's wondering what else she might have done. Considering how much alcohol she drank, could she have forgotten even more shameful details of her own behavior?]

Of course I do...

...Does it...bother you? I pretty much remember that entire night. You didn't do anything else. Your bra and panties stayed on...

...Which, admittedly drove me a little crazy...

Honestly, the only thing that bothers me is that my memory of the night is still hazy. That's not to say that I don't trust you, but...

What about you? What did you do?

Um...ogle you, mostly. I mean...I stripped completely, but you stopped after getting your dress off. Then we crushed some melons and...I think I came pretty close to kissing you but...I started blacking out around then.

I think we just sorta...clung to each other a lot. Then you fell asleep on top of me.

Wait... I remember we had passed out on the floor, but...

You were completely undressed? Are you sure? And we... simply cuddled, like that?

[Look. It's sort of a moot point, given the position they're in now, but she can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that she only has vague memories of this.]

Yeah, you don't remember me stripping naked for you?

You were going to do the same but...I stopped you. It didn't feel right and I didn't want you to think that I did anything weird to you...

But you offered and I um...

Let's say the thought of it stuck with me for a week or two afterward...

[Take what you will out of that, Allura...]

It sounds familiar, but I can't say I have any clear images in my mind of you actually going through with it...

[She looks shocked, though, at the idea that she offered to strip down for him. On one hand, it's fine in retrospect, since they've now crossed far more extreme boundaries with each other.]

[But they weren't nearly so close at the time, were they? It must have been the alcohol at work. Would she have done the same if it was someone else?]

[It's a chilling thought.]

Before you stopped me... I hadn't gotten far, had I? After all, if I wound up in my underwear...

[Her increasing discomfort is starting to really rattle, Darin. After all, it was the events of that night that party set tonight into motion. It was when he realized how much he was attracted to her...]

[He sits up.]

A...Allura. All you'd done is taken off your dress. You were going to take off your bra but I stopped you. It ended there...

[He's looking a little...uncomfortable now. It doesn't matter if they're beyond it now, they had been having fun then. At least...he was. He thought she was...]

[This time, he refrains from admitting that stopping her 'frustrated him' for at least a week, and instead keeps quiet.]

[She knows that tone by now. He's somehow twisting this into him doing something wrong, isn't he?]

Please, don't misunderstand. I'm not worried about things going too far that night, Darin. I trust you... even then, I trusted you.

I worry about my own judgment. If I'm that reckless about it, what if I drank again and started doing such wild things in front of other people?

If anyone else saw that much, I'm not sure I would forgive myself. And I wouldn't blame you if you didn't forgive me, either.

Summer Sun, Something's Begun | July Catch-All | Open

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