Lynda's bedroom in Sydney

[lyndawithay]

Between the transformation of Daedalus and Giacomo, the appearance of Miss Gate's former self, Ood getting dumped, and the growing insanity of several people over conflicting versions of their backstories, I feel like I haven't slept in a month. Sometimes I feel like Martha and I are the only sane ones here.

And we still haven't yet caught Bruce the Tiger, or found out what, if anything, the Dream Police are up to.

I'm so tired. Of all of it.

*falls asleep*

*dreams*

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[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

*writhes with slow growing amazement*

*starts matching your movements -- almost the same but with tiny little twists of my own. Sliding down your length with your lips between my second and third fingers -- the outer two fingers spreading just a bit wider, tracing tingling nails down the crease at the very top of each thigh.*

*My hand closing tightly on you now, catching the hood of your clit just against the soft bit of skin between my fingers. Pulling gently, not timidly. The outer fingernails at the bottom of each stroke stretching as far as they can go, brushing up onto the curve of your arse, holding on for a moment and digging in with the crook of a finger before sliding back up*

...you know things about me I'd never thought of...

*my whole body rocking back and forth in time with our shared rhythm, moving in waves now. Lips and tentacles stroking their way across the top of your chest, staying tantalisingly above the curve of your breast -- one tentacle snaking its way up under your arm and curling around*

I wish we could do this forever...

[lyndawithay]

*moans and rocks her hips into you, your touch making her so wet she aches*

*softly bites and licks the curve of your underarm, trailing the fingers of her free hand down the inside of your arm*

*moves her mouth to a nipple and sucks it, employing lips, tongue and teeth*

*moves her free hand to your arse and pulls you closer*

*rubs her index and middle fingers together, sliding past each other, firm and slippery, and spreads her pinky and thumb so that the nails dig slighly into the inside of your thighs*

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

*closer now, my cock pressed up against you just above your wrist, the subtle friction of our knuckles against each other as our hands work together in rhythm*

*fingernails smoothly down both sides of your spine, massaging for a moment in circles just around your tailbone, then settling onto your arse and digging tight into the flesh of both cheeks at once*

*you've bent down to reach my nipple, my mouth can't stretch far enough to do the same -- but two tentacles trail down and rasp across each nipple at once, first startlingly sharp then moist and delicate. Tiny flickers matched by my tongue across your collarbone, as I suddenly suck hard with just a hint of teeth-- trying to match each jolt you're sending through me with your own mouth around my nipple*

*holding us together, our hips pushing towards each other, but forced apart by our arms at work between us*

If you want me inside...

[lyndawithay]

*cries out with longing, the rasp and caress of your tentacles making her squirm unbearably*

yes...yes, oh, god, how I want it...

*runs the V of her index and middle fingers slowly along each side of your cleft, back to front, then joins them and sinks them inside you, circling her thumb on the outside and wrapping her other fingers around the curve of your arse*

*kisses you, opening her mouth to you and whispering*

please...

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

*my whole back curls as you sink your fingers into me, crushing my chest against you -- a sharp gasp as you flick your thumb across my clit, my head shaking in aftershocks with each stroke*

*pulls my hand away, leaving you feeling suddenly exposed to the air again*

*writhing and arching, lifting your hips from my thighs, as I try to push my cock down between us without us having to let go*

*now you can just feel the tip pressed hard against your clit, straining inwards*

*your hand squeezed tightly against my balls, working deep in the slit just below them, your skilled force making my whole body buck*

*kisses you deep, mouth and tentacles, the tendrils caressing deeper and deeper filling you up more and more as my hands lift your arse up just that inch closer and the angle is right and suddenly I'm in*

*and you're unfolding inside, filled from mouth to sex*

*smooth, so smooth, like a straight flight up to heaven*

[lyndawithay]

*whimpers in frustration as you take your hand away and strains towards you greedily, wanting you inside her so badly she can't hold still*

*feels the hard pressure of your cock against her clit and your hands lifting her arse and becomes nearly frantic with longing, swirling her tongue around your tentacles, pushing a third finger inside you and twisting, still rolling your clit with her thumb, driving you harder*

*finally, eagerly takes you in, your cock sliding home into her, intimately and beautifully obscene, pushing a cry of relief from her*

*pulls your torso close to hers, her breasts tight against your chest, and begins to move on you, relishing how you fit together, the feeling of being stretched, the delicious friction, pulsing around you as you pulse within her*

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

*rolling my hips beneath you with each twist of your fingers, thighs writhing against yours, shaft pushing back and forth side to side across the edge of your clit each time I plunge inwards*

*my kiss matching the rhythm at the other end, plunging deep into your mouth as you rise, withdrawing as you descend upon me. Whipsawing you back and forth just as I'm pulled between the strength of your fingers and the hunger between your legs*

*spread wide open to your hand, clutching at you with my own muscles, bearing down for that extra little shimmer of blue-white heat on each stroke*

*we move together like the two sides of a heart, pumping in perfect rhythm. My arms low across your back, holding you tight to me, giving you just that extra bit of lift and force as we spread and collide. The excitement building up already*

*I catch your eyes with the look of a lover -- forbidden but such a blessing, leaving you whole*

no one has ever made me feel like this

[lyndawithay]

*lost in your eyes, grateful*

Or me. God, I crave you. It's too good. Ah my love!

*her hand wet from your arousal, her thumb sliding back and forth over your clit, now pressing insistently, sharply, driving you, as she pushes ever stronger in and out of you*

*grinds against you with each stroke, rocking hard with you, your kisses touches thrusts in such perfect accord, an engine lifting you both and you soar through the motions now, faster and smoother and deeper and...*

*her breaths become rougher, her body pounding against you, as she feels the tension building up, too soon, much too soon, but unstoppable as a hurricane and just as powerful, scarcely able to be contained in so small a space*

*and she can't contain it, the hurricane bursts out of her with a wail, and she holds on to you for dear life, pummelled by the sensation, the bittersweet love, the longing, all too much to bear, sweeping her up until every last bit is wrenched out of her, over and over, little involuntary cries of release torn from her throat with each spasm*

*holds absolutely still, holding her breath, not wanting to let go, until her strength fails and she collapses softly against you, panting*

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

oh my god you're like the end of the world

*just moments behind you, using whatever bit of my mind can still think to push you even farther, driving you even higher, wrenching every last bit of our connection into this one tumultuous flash*

*Then I come with a vast upward jolt into you, throwing my head back, my hands sliding up your spine as if pulling myself up to reach you. A lightning bolt from earth to sky. Arms tight against your breasts sides back, a tight fire everywhere we touch. Your own fingers thrusting into me each moment I plunge into you, setting off peak after peak within the first bodyshaking crash*

*my cries fade and I'm left rocking out of rhythm now, swaying against you, drained but holding on. My eyes on yours, deep and clear at last*

you heal me

*a tiny, delicate kiss, just brushing your lips*

*then slowly, even gracefully, we fall over together in a heap*

[lyndawithay]

*lies next to you, looking into your eyes with adoration, her hand on your stomach, feeling it rise and fall as your breathing slows*

Mmm...That was one hell of a strawberry.

*serious* Ood... *touches your face*

...it didn't work - that thing we did, to stop us wanting each other.

...I need you. I will always need you. I wanted so much to comfort you with my body instead of just my mind.

I want you, not just in my dreams, and I don't know what to do.

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

*brushes a hand through your hair. Meets your eyes, serious, concerned... and then laughs, gently but slightly cracked*

Sweetheart... outside of your dreams, I'm still going mad. Not just from the grief, but from the doubt. If you had me with you, in the real world, you might still have a dissociated wreck.

At least the thing we did bought us some time. We've been less likely to do anything stupid... but we have to find you some way to deal with this. And how to keep me sane.

...I don't know what to do either, my love. Except this.

Who knows, given time Arthur may get in touch with his repressed homosexuality. Or run off with that mad sheep.

[jblum.livejournal.com]

*slides into the scene in a hazy, spectral way, sneaking in through the sort of entrances usually reserved for otteronuppers*

You poor kids. For what it's worth... I really do think you'll be all right somehow. But I've got no idea how.

Though if you want some advice, sweethearts? If you want to know why, about the breakup and everything, you might want to talk to off_coloratura. She's the only other person I know who had a sock hand in it. She might have some more idea why.

Kate and I will be going soon, so I just wanted to thank you for a hell of a dream.

Oh, and?

*looks Lynda up and down, respectfully but appraisingly*

...Not bad. Not bad at all.

[lyndawithay]

*covers up and blushes*

Oh, ha ha ha.

[off_coloratura]

Oi! Leave me out of this, Blum!

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

*quietly pained look*

Any time you want to stop using me to work out your bizarre psychosexual metatextual obsessions is fine with me, sir...

[lyndawithay]

Why aren't you going mad in here, sweetheart?

It kills me to see how you are outside of here. If I did have you with me, maybe I could do something. Comfort you, properly. Help you find yourself again. Something.

I love this, but it's transient. When I'm awake I miss it so much.

[lonely-ood.livejournal.com]

...Perhaps it's because I don't have to convince myself it's real in here. It's like a holiday from sense. I can be anyone I want, I can be with anyone I want. Even her... if she'd have me.

*caresses your cheek* If you want to help me, don't ruin your marriage over it. Take me to the Doctor, he might know what to do, or at least know where in the universe we could find specialists in metafictional metaphysical breakdowns. Get everyone together, anyone who could help, try to keep me grounded. Just hold on to me the way you have been, that's the best thing you can do for me. Get me well again... then we can work out what to do, together.

*slow, lingering kiss, caressing just around the edges of your lips*

[lyndawithay]

You know, she might, in here.

All right, sweetheart. I'll try to help you. Hang in there, okay?

*kisses you tenderly in return, sighing at your little caresses*

No one I've ever known kisses like you.

I love you.

-Arthur?

*wakes up*