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( open ) give me land, lots of land under starry skies above

who: Owen Grady & YOU!
what: a general catch-all for the month of August, including a zoo prompt and fun times beyond the walls, among other things
when: August
where: various places, in the Quarantine + beyond the walls
warnings: nudity and sexual content in one thread

I ▹ THE LION SLEEPS TONIGHT

[ Having vast experience with dealing with some of the deadliest (if supposedly extinct) animals who walked the Earth has proven to be pretty helpful at his new job. Most of the animals at the zoo are pretty tame by comparison, but still Owen's not so stupid that he'll underestimate any of them— even the supposedly friendlier and more harmless ones.

He gets to work with various animals here, so it'll be easy to run into him doing a myriad of tasks, whether it's mucking up enclosures or feeding animals. He has a little more in-depth interaction with some of the animals, such as the ostrich-looking birds, tall and bulky, with long strong legs that could probably kill a guy with a well-aimed kick. Or at least break a lot of bones.

They don't seem intent on attacking Owen, but seem to be very interested in the bag of treats he's carrying, following him around the enclosure and trying to poke their big beaks into the bag. Owen doesn't seem particularly scared, swatting a hand at their heads as he pulls the bag away. ] Hey! Don't be an asshole. There's plenty for everyone.

[ Or, for a more exciting experience, come by the reptile area and see him attempting to help the alligators as they suffer through the intense heat during hotter days. He's pretty sweaty himself, shirt sticking to his back and all, but he doesn't seem to be too worried about that. The alligators barely seem interested in moving, but Owen tries to goad them into eating some meat, throwing large pieces at them, hosing them down with cool water even as they lay down in the shade. Big jaws there, and big teeth too, but Owen isn't overly concerned even when they open their mouths in his general direction. It's too hot, and he'd put up too much of a fight. Not worth the trouble. ]

II ▹ MAN IN THE WILDERNESS

[ Other than the zoo, it's beyond the walls that Owen spends most of his time. He likes it out here a lot, despite the various warnings of the dangers. He's taken Loki's offer a number of times and has been spending some nights at his cavern near a creek, which is where he goes to bathe. He might be in the wild but that's no excuse to stink up the place.

But other than that, he spends a lot of time exploring the forest, walking along the river, climbing up trees here and there to get a better view. He's excited to meet any wild creature out here, whether or not they're supposedly dangerous, and he also trudges through the forest collecting various small lizards, all perched up on his shoulders or tucked into his pockets. He's making friends, okay. ]

III ▹ WILDCARD

[ Despite enjoying the wilderness most of all, he doesn't turn into a complete hermit either. He can be found around the Quarantine often, whether he's looking for supplies for camping or for the animals at the zoo, or a place to have a nice cold drink. He also needs some new clothes so he'll be looking into that— light and comfortable pieces he can wear while out in the wild, preferably.

He also still has his room in communal housing, and he stays there sometimes too, so he's not exactly a complete stranger to the other residents there, nor is he the unsociable and unfriendly type. He likes having his own space, but he also enjoys good company at times. ]

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[Rogue's used to ending up in strange situations and appearing weird, but this is definitely a new one. Luckily, she's quick to adapt, though she definitely will need time to reflect and digest everything later. Until then, she's going to act on instinct and need now that her apology's been thoroughly accepted per her own personal standards.

While she's very much a swirl of heavy emotions, the mutant focuses on him and more pointedly, how his skin feels bare and warm against her own. Her eyes lid as his thumb brushes over that sensitive crook, a soft hum rumbling at the back of her throat as she tilts her head just enough to expose more neck, a silent invitation. Her own hand on his chest smooths up and she exhales slowly and with a bit more heaviness at his words, her mind wandering as her eyes blink closed, her own smirk nudging over her lips.]

As much as ah want, hm? [It sounds more like a promise than a question, and her eyes open to catch his, taking his measure. It's then she remembers the t-shirt's still in her hand and very much in the way of that, so she grips it and with less care that her body will touch his, both leans dangerously close to him and floats a bit higher so she can toss the cloth on the rock behind him.

Don't mind her taking the opportunity to trail those fingertips up along his neck to his jaw. It's been a while, and she's taking exploratory delight in the strong feel of him.] You have permission to touch me, too. If you'd like.

[ Owen watches the way she reacts to his touch with a faint smile playing across his lips. This is turning out to be a very pleasant surprise, he has to admit. Now that she's not really trying to get anything out of him through touch, that she's just exploring his skin for the sake of it, he feels far more comfortable and at ease, and more willing to let her keep going.

And when she gives him permission to touch more, he happily takes that and runs with it. His hand trails farther up to her neck, thumb brushing over her throat, tracing along her jaw.

He steps closer too, inviting her hands to continue their exploration, more than glad if she decides she wants to touch more of him. He tips his head down for now, though, so she can reach as high up as she can. His other hand reaches around her instead, fingertips brushing lightly over the skin of her back, going all the way up to her shoulder blade before sliding back down again. Maybe going a little lower than where he started.

The thumb on her face smoothes across her lower lip, slowing to a near halt. ] We can stop at any time— if you want.

[This is the most vulnerable she's been with another person beyond Remy since the kidnappings, where sleep deprecation and hallucinations were the least of their abuses. It might just be exploratory touching, but she's been quite guarded since that loss. Today, she's laid herself bare in more ways than the literal one, and it's far more cathartic than she expected.

At his ghost of a smile, she playfully narrowed her eyes at him, harking back to all that confident teasing they threw at one another earlier. She might be extremely sensitive to touch, but she's definitely still that sassy woman. Like a cat, she moves with his touch along her neck and jaw, tilting subtly this way and that to allow his warm hands access. Her pulse has ticked upwards, her body warmer to the touch as the hand along his jaw slides back along his neck before curving around to the base of his skull and into his hair, fingers tightening in it to keep him close.

That hand on her back earns an arching squirm and soft noise of approval, enjoying the feel of his work worn hands against her soft skin, and the hand on his chest smooths around to his side so she too can step closer in response to his comment, touch trailing down to his hip underwater.]

If you can't handle anymore. [She parts her lips and swipes the tip of her tongue across his thumb pad as she watches him, eyes back to confident and suggestive of a challenge. Among other things.] Ah can stop.

[ Owen sucks in a quiet breath when she arches closer, and he's infinitely more pleased than he thought he would be that this is the reaction that his touch gets. He's certainly not about to stop now, and he presses his palm more firmly to the small of her back, drawing her closer, enough that their bodies are a hair's width away from being pressed flush against each other.

His eyes fall to her lips, that flash of tongue darting across the tip of his thumb, and he finds himself licking at his own lips. He bends his thumb slightly, pressing the pad against her tongue, then dragging her lower lip down just a little. ]

Wouldn't dream of asking you to. [ He says warmly, smiles almost distractedly, head tilting enough that his lips ghost hers. Not quite a kiss yet, but close enough to an invitation, or a request, staying close enough that he can feel the taste of her breath on his tongue. ]

Oh? [She questions in a low voice as he firmly pulls her closer. It's certainly not a complaint by any means, and she continues smirking even as his thumb hooks her. Now that she's able to feel the heat radiate from his not quite against her skin, Rogue's beyond tempted to close the distance of their bodies prematurely, to even so much as delicately brush her nipples against his chest. But she doesn't. Not yet.

She's aware she could easily become overstimulated, but more importantly, the art of the long, touchless tease's her specialty. When Owen licks his lips, he appears hungry, which pleases her more than she expects. What he's seen, experienced, Rogue's more affected by his positive reactions than she probably should allow, but she feels good under his touch and in his presence. Who's she to look a gift-horse in the mouth and complain?

His statement's just right, as is his subtle request for permission, an invitation to partake rather than her just taking.]

Clever boy. [She murmurs low, with a hint of a chuckle as her fingers tighten in his hair and she nudges his mouth against hers to close the distance formally. The contact, languid and soft because for once, she can take her time, Rogue flutters her eyes closed and simply enjoys the feel and taste of him.]

[ There's a weird kind of delight when she calls him that. It's mostly a tease, he knows, but it still pleases him to hear it. It doesn't distract him from everything else going on, though, because much more than anything else that Rogue might've said, he really likes the way she feels close to him, how she nearly arches closer— when she presses her lips to his.

He barely manages a muffled hum before he's pressing back, head tilting to the side to slot their mouths together. The hand on her face moves to cup her jaw, while the fingers of his other hand curl into flesh and pull her in closer, this time pressing her flush to him. It's not like there's any real reason for them to keep that distance now anyway, not unless either of them minded that level of proximity, and clearly that's not the case.

Never mind that things are unlikely to stay tame for long when they're that close while naked and kissing. Owen couldn't care less; his attraction for her isn't exactly a secret at this point, and whatever way his body reacts can't be much of a surprise to Rogue. ]

[It's a tease, but there's definitely a lilt of affection in her sass, something he's earned after being so sassy and understanding. It's clearly not the focus of her attention either, not with how she welcomes the full press of his body as though she craves it, and indeed she groans low into his mouth at the delicious feel of such a large, intimate connection of skin against skin. He might be a normal human, but he's a functionally strong man, barrel chested and most definitely sturdy, all traits that she finds attractive for more reasons than how they feel pinning her to him, the strength of her own muscles beneath her curves easy to feel.

Her hand on his hip slides slowly and perhaps a bit possessively to his lower back, pressing and dragging fingers on either side of his spine with a light rumble of delight when she discovers his back dimples. There may even be a quirk of a smile as they kiss, following his lead for the most part, though she does neatly catch his tongue with hers in playfully timed swipes.

While she's not thinking too far ahead of this moment, she's not planning on pulling away from him, or any reactions to their choices, anytime soon.]

[ He obviously welcomes the closeness between them, more pleased the closer they get to each other. His arm's firm around her, even though he knows she could easily pull away from it, but he has a feeling that she doesn't want to. She's enjoying the proximity as much as he is, if not even more so, and he's all too glad to provide as much skin contact as she wants.

His lips part, a natural transition into a deeper kiss, tongue moving back and pressing against hers, responding to every brush with eager intensity. His fingers curl into her hair, sift through the strands, purring softly as he cradles the back of her head and keeps her close, his back arching when her fingertips trace over the sensitive skin at the small of his back. His other hand slides lower, tracing over the curve of her ass and grabbing a decent handful before giving it a slow, testing grope, pressing her closer in the process.

The petting's bound to get a little heavier at this point, but given that he has permission and she hardly seems to mind in the least, he's unlikely to stop unless she tells him to. ]

[After emotionally holding herself up for these past couple months, hiding from others and mourning her losses, the feeling that he unequivocally has her in hand warmly bolsters her. Regardless of the fact that she can easily take care of herself, sometimes it's nice to be able to relax into the strength of someone else's arms, be it a friendly embrace or something far less family friendly. It's selfish and greedy, but she doesn't want to leave it, or the slick heat of him against her, quite yet.

She welcomes his tongue with a soft groan of her own, her movements maintaining that savoring tempo even as the intensity escalates to match his own. As tempting as the path to grabbing his ass sounds, her fingertips reach down to trail teasingly along the top curve before shifting course to move back around his side to grip his hip and grind her ever so slightly against her.

As he grabs her ass, a growl rumbles in her chest and she pulls back enough to capture his lower lip in her teeth and tug, grinning with her heated and playful eyes. She sighs as she released his lip, stealing another lingering kiss before deciding to blaze a slow, devious trail of nibbles and kisses along his jaw, then along the crook of his neck. At this point, her breath is roughened and hot against his skin, her body clearly reacting favorable to him and their touching.]

An' here ah thought you were hungry sugah. [Her drawl's thicker in that taunt, and she drags her tongue along his pulse before nipping at it with a pleased exhale.]

[ Selfish, greedy, whatever her reasons are for wanting to stay close, he's not exactly objecting. He's enjoying it just as much after all, and taking advantage of this moment in his own way.

He nearly chokes on a breath when her body arches and he feels the full press of her hips and torso grinding against him, his own hand gripping tighter and his hips shifting ever so slightly to push back against her, the beginnings of an arousal undoubtedly making itself known while pressed against the taut muscles of her navel.

The kiss breaks with an audible sigh from him. His eyes close and his head tips back and to the side, exposing as much of his neck as he can when she starts exploring it with her mouth. His hand smoothes down from her hair, tracing along her neck and collarbone, palm brushing over the swell of her breast.

He tips his head forward again, just so he can brush his lips against her ear, breath warm against the shell. There's a trace of teasing to his tone, heavy and rough and laced with arousal. ] Maybe I'm just hungry for something else.

[That reaction not only earns a self-satisfied grin from her, but a happy noise of her own, as though approving the way his body's reacting to her own. Her eyelids lower and there's a shudder that runs through her own body when she feels him pressing and growing against her stomach. There's an edge of anxiety curling in there too, but either she doesn't notice or she's actively shoving it away in favor of the good feelings. Likely a bit of both.

It's evident that she's trying not to be too rough with him, to balance her desire to run wild with her urges, to shove him against the rock and be less gentle, with the ones to savor the touch and thoroughly take her time in this opportunity. The difference is split as she offers him a mixture of kisses and drags of her teeth, the latter followed by soothing swipes of her tongue as she moves down along the underside of his jaw and to his neck, finding his pulse point and lingering her attentions there. All while her own body's moving to accommodate him so she can glean more physical attentions.

The thickness of his own voice rumbling against her ear sends a shiver of heat down her spine and between her thighs as she groans through an exhale. It also gives her slight pause as she ruminates on the options, on the thought of his lips and mouth further south. The way his facial hair would feel against her sensitive skin.

Yes, please and thank you.]

An' what, exactly, might that be?

[There is that conveniently placed rock behind him, after all.]

[ She could probably be rougher and he wouldn't complain. He's just an average human, granted, but he is pretty sturdy, and there's a lot that he can take, and a lot that he would likely enjoy. Still, he appreciates their current pace, and he likes the little playful gestures on her end— a bite followed by a lick, or a gentle suck over the same spot, soothing.

He closes his eyes when she speaks again, pondering. He remembers, and he can also feel, that rock right behind him. It does offer a lot of possibilities, provided that she's amenable to it. ]

Mm, I have some ideas...

[ He breathes out with a purr as his hold on her shifts purposefully, and he turns them around so she's the one against the rock. He's barely pressing her against it, though, not wanting to hurt her, as his lips promptly start on a journey down her neck and shoulder, nipping and licking along the same path that she's followed on his own neck.

His hands settle on her waist, holding her firmly, and ready to help her up onto the rock if she wants his mouth going anywhere lower than her collarbone. Not that she'd need that push, but— still. ]

[With her strength, it's better to err on the side of caution with normal humans, sturdy or not, though she'll most definitely explore this in the future if this becomes a repeated thing, and a part of her hopes it does without it being complicated. At least, she wants to touch and feel like this more often for many reasons, one being to backfill that loneliness in her bones. There are so man sensations made by skin against skin that just can't be replicated through a barrier, not exactly, which is why she's losing herself in a relative stranger.

He shifts them and her eyes brighten with a bit of delight as she feels the rock against her, a lopsided grin showing her approval even as her fingers slide through his hair, nails tracing random designs down to the nape of his neck. She'd been apt to catch his lips in hers again, but finds herself more than amenable to the mirrored course he's charting. He can likely feel the increase of her heart rate in her pulse through the skin of her neck, head canting to allow him more room to work. A groaning sort of growl rolling in her chest when he nips and uses his teeth, but she enjoys the soothing as well, her hand on his hip pulling him closer as she rocks back against him, pressing herself a little more into the rock in the meantime.

There's apprehension at his pause, suggestion with where his hands rest, and she can't help but shiver with heavy breath at the thought.
How long had it been. Rogue leans back enough to catch his gaze, eyes questioning but not quite begging, and very much wanting.

She can't help but think of that cheesy travel phrase 'adventure awaits'.]

Would you lie me to say the magic word?

[ Oh, that phrase has never been as fitting as right now. He could throw a few cheesy lines about exploring new paths or going down adventurous trails too, but he'll spare her that. He really would like to avoid ruining the mood, and they would no doubt have plenty of other opportunities to joke and tease and laugh. Maybe not just now.

He still grins crookedly at her, thumbs drawing circles against her stomach, before he lifts her weight up so she's sitting on the smooth surface of the rock. The water still reaches up to her thighs but it's mostly out of the way like this, and Owen manages to slot himself between her legs, hands sliding down to her knees, then back up to her hips, thumbs gliding briefly along her inner thighs. ]

I'm sure we can skip the formalities.

[ No, he won't expect her to say 'please' or anything of the sort. Getting that heated look from her is more than enough, and he's not exactly in a state of mind to turn the teasing into a unique kind of torture for the both of them.

Pressing in close again, his lips latch onto her collarbone, mouth starting on a slow, hot trail down her torso. Hands curl and fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs, and his breath spreads across the swell of her breast, tongue darting out to lap up across the hard tip of her nipple, tentatively once, then a second time. ]

[The terrible truth of the matter is that those lines wouldn't even close to ruin the mood. Rogue keenly adores cheesy phrases and puns, with a soft spot about a mile wide for goofy behavior during serious moments, and he'd probably actually earn points for the groan worthy wit. So many strange things have happened during similar moods that being able to laugh it off and roll with the situation's a well earned skill.

He lifts her, and she doesn't do a damn thing to help him with her powers, save to give her a softer landing on the rock. It's her ass, after all. She shivers as the afternoon breeze sweeps against her wet body, gooseflesh prickling over her skin as her nipples followed thereafter. Her hands momentarily settle atop his shoulders as her ankles loosely hook around him to nudge him closer, a redundant motion sure, but it's something she's able to do bare-legged and wet. The exploratory touch earns soft sighs and hums of approval at the heat of his strong hands against her skin.

There's a wicked smile at his words, and her hands smooth up to momentarily press against the nook of his neck and his jaw on either side, stealing what she expects to be the last opportunity for a kiss for a hot while, dragging her teeth along his lower lip as she releases him to work his magic and hopefully do a bit of damage. The thought of teasing and permissions is stowed away for later, though.

One hand moves to the back of his neck while the other rests on his shoulder as she relaxes to enjoy the feel of hot lips against the curves of her skin, a sensation she hasn't felt in ages. Her body reacts accordingly, sensitive to his treatment and moving into his touch, her back arching and low noises escaping her parted lips. It jerks when he brings heat to her breast, particularly her nipple, a gasp merging with a soft chuckle of amusement at her expense.]

[ He wasn't necessarily expecting her to help as he lifts her weight, so he doesn't lose his grip on her, and easily gets her up onto the rock. She packs some muscle and may have superhuman strength, but her size and weight are still very easy for Owen to handle, which she can likely tell.

Her reaction to his traveling mouth spreads a vague smile from him, pressed against her warm skin. His tongue drags across the hardened tip again, slower this time, drawing slow, thorough circles around it before latching his lips around it and sucking hard. He doesn't let her other breast go ignored, though, and his hand slides up her torso, catching the other nipple between thumb, index and middle fingers to give it a tentative pinch, then a gentle twist.

His free hand smoothes up and down her thigh in the meantime, eager to touch more but not going there just yet. Mostly because if she hasn't been able to touch anyone in so long, then he very much wants to see what her reaction will be if uses only his mouth on her, rather than his fingers. ]

[She enjoys the way he keeps her well in hand, but she's always liked a man that could pick up a woman of her strength and height without any difficulty. Functionally sturdy indeed, and she makes a pleased rumble when he maneuvers her around with ease.

As he smiles against her skin, she huffs as though in complaint, but she's breathless and biting back noises of pleasure that he's rightfully coaxing from her with ever damn swipe of his tongue, his teasing pace both frustrating and exactly what she needs. As much as she might want him to take her right there against that rock, she knows that she'd be overwhelmed and liable to slip out of a positive headspace.

She lets out a soft whimper as his hand attends to her other nipple, body arching into him and his touch. The twists and rougher sucks causing her to gasp and even growl a bit, her grip on the back of his neck tightening ever so slightly. Her legs spread slightly while her heels hooked behind him pull him closer if possible. She's definitely encouraged by his touch and how he's treating her to so many long forgotten sensations. There's definitely a thrum of anticipation rolling through her and growing with every passing moment.]

[ It's exactly because he doesn't want to overwhelm her that he tries to pace himself a little, even if they're both pretty obviously aroused and all too eager. Dark eyes flicker up at her reaction, and he hums at what he sees as an encouraging gesture when she tightens her hold on his neck.

He repeats some motions, fingers twisting again before a thumb smoothes across the nipple, lips almost kissing softly at her other breast. He breaks away, briefly arching closer before he decides to continue on his journey down, finding the way her body responds very much encouraging.

So his lips start kissing across her stomach, tracing along the edge of her ribcage, tongue dipping into her bellybutton. He nips at the skin playfully, hands smoothing down her sides and resting on her thighs. His voice is low and a little thick when he speaks, eyes seeking hers while his lips pointedly brush across her navel. ] Might wanna lean back a little.

[He's the definition of sweet torment with the way he explores seemingly every inch of skin, thoroughly tending and teasing her breasts with a variety of sensations, enough to keep her focus shifting while completely focused on every change in his touch. Oh and that brief arch? Torture as her body tries to glean more than a slight brush of heat, and she growls softly in mild frustration, wanting to feel him pressed against her again.

But then he goes again, distracting her with that talented mouth of his, leaving her to pray and hope he's even more talented when he finally dips between her thighs to where she aches for his attention. Shamefully to a degree except she's not an insecure woman. Her back arches and she squirms when he hits a spot that's more ticklish, her face often showing wisps of wistful expressions at the feel of his facial hair tickling over her skin. It's a deeply rooted positive feeling that's triggered by it, by a history she's compartmentalizing.

The nip earns a rough, low laugh as she meets his dark gaze with one of her own, her green yes vibrant and swirling with pleasure. Her fingers curl though his hair as she catches her breath, mixing the gentle trace of nails with something more akin to a massage as she indulges in several moments of enjoying the view.

She shivers again at his voice and heat of his breath against her air chilled skin, licking her own lips as though she hungered for him, or perhaps to return the favor.
Likely both. Finally, she does as he suggests and leans back against the rock, trying to find a moderately comfortable position.]

[ It's a matter of choosing, really, because he can't give her both right now. He can either press himself up against her, or he can continue to work her with his mouth, and the way things are headed, he's got a feeling she prefers the latter, even if his own erection remains neglected between his legs. He can live with that for now.

His eyes stay on hers while she watches him, tongue and teeth slowly and aimlessly moving across the skin of her navel, the coarse hair of his stubble scraping against a spot of skin just above her sex. He doesn't move any lower, though, partly because he'd have to bend himself into a slightly more uncomfortable position, and partly because he'll take her lying back as a sign that he can keep going.

But he doesn't waste any time at all when she does lean back. His hands round her thighs from the inside, shifting her legs just slightly, and his mouth quickly finds its way between them, the tip of his tongue pushing between her folds and moving in a couple of slow, thorough strokes, from the base of her slit to the sensitive spot right at the top. ]

[Logically she knows and understands that he can't do both, but she wants so much now that she can finally feel another's skin against her own. She's a kid in a candy store and thankfully he's making the choice for her, and it's definitely the right one. Damn she loves the feel of scruff against her skin, always has, and her back arches while her breath hitches as his mouth moves further south.

Yes. She definitely prefers the latter.

Not only that, but she's quite liking how once he has permission, he's a man of action and confidence, not hesitant or bashful about the business of pleasuring a woman. He's definitely a man who knows what he's doing, and her body visibly appreciates this. Beyond the water from the creek, his tongue finds her wet with desire, something that's clearly his fault. There's a soft, almost whimper at that first stroke, and it shifts into a groan on the next, her back arching in encouragement. Attending to her clit produces a gasp, her body shuddering as a wave of heat splashes through her.]

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( open ) give me land, lots of land under starry skies above

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