Closed RP: Nny and Devi and flying-catharsis

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This was not being a good day.

Devi had, as far back as she could remember, been periodically cursed with days like this. The world seemed to fade and flatten, as though an invisible but unbreakable barrier separated her from everything. She couldn't feel--numbness enveloped her like a glove, a numbness that insulated not just against emotion, but against physical sensation as well. She didn't know if she was asleep or awake, and, perhaps more frightening, she wasn't sure she cared.

-You're crazy, you know.-
Shut up.

She couldn't stay in here any longer. She'd been puttering around the STFU suite all day, picking things up and putting them right back down, starting books and pictures and projects only to abandon them after five minutes. She couldn't sit still, when she was like this, but neither could she focus on anything long enough to even half-complete it. Nny's room was suddenly sounding like a very good idea...

...so off she went, knocking lightly on the door and shifting restlessly from foot to foot.



((Warning: Smut alert))

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Not very people many people knocked on Nny's door. So he had a pretty good idea who it was, but he still opened it cautiously, just a slit, peering out.

"Oh. Hi, Devi." He smiled a little shyly, opening it all the way.

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"Hi." Devi stood in the doorway a minute, unconsciously wringing her hands, wondering why she was still being driven half to distraction by she didn't know what. She knew she should say something--that some formality, something human--was required, but she just....couldn't. The weight of she knew not what was pressing down on her, and the only way she could think to get rid of it was....

Oh, fuck it. Without bothering to say more she stepped inside, seizing the front of his shirt with her hands, and pulled him into the hungriest kiss she'd ever delivered.

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...wow. Nny staggered backward, pulling Devi back with him. "Didn't expect..." And he hadn't, really. Not from her, not after... but it was changing, wasn't it? It was turning into something where things like this could happen. He shut the door firmly behind her and pulled her into another kiss, as hungry as hers, arms wrapping firmly around her waist.

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This...this was what she needed. This, and him...if anything could knock back this shit, this numbness, it was him. Her arms slid around his shoulders, pulling him to her like a drowning woman grasping at a life preserver, kissing him as though she'd die if she stopped.

"It's lost, right now, Nny," she managed, when at last she came up for air. "I mean...fuck, I don't know. I just...need you right now." She couldn't explain it--Sickness, the numbness, the whole mess--and she didn't want to. Right now she had very specific ideas about what she wanted to do....

"So help me find it," she murmured, pulling him into another kiss and angling toward the bed all in one movement, her hands memorizing him anew--chest, arms, shoulders, hair...he at least was real.

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"Find... I don't know, but you found me, anyway..." He collapsed awkwardly onto the bed, dragging her down with him. He could feel her restlessness. It wasn't so very different from how he felt at times, after all. But not now, now he was breathing in the smell of her hair and tugging up the hem of her shirt.

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Devi let him--hell, she helped him, pulling her shirt off almost hard enough to rip it, and then her hands and mouth were upon him again, touching and tasting. She could feel this, that was for damn sure....

"I think you were what I was looking for," she murmured, her hands slipping beneath his own shirt. "I think you were..." The sentence trailed off as she kissed him again, pulling him and rolling with him on his freakishly large bed--she was glad he had it, now. She did rip several seams on his shirt, pushing it impatiently up his chest. He was her anchor, her reality--she hadnt' been exaggerating when she told him he was her one constant in a currently unknown world. "In fact, I know you are..."

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He bit back a whimper at that, shrugging off his torn shirt. "I always want you to be able to find me." Sliding his hands up Devi's back, he pulled her down and bit the side of her neck. "Always..."

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Devi gasped, her fingers curling against his shoulders and digging lightly into the skin. "Nny..." she choked, her head falling back almost drunkenly as her grip on him tightened involuntarily. God, yes, this was feeling with a vengeance...

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"Kiss me again," Nny whispered, burying one hand in her hair. It was dreamlike, almost, or would be, if his dreams (when he actually slept long enough to dream) were ever pleasant. "I want you to kiss me..."

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She rolled to her side, pulling Nny with her. Drawing his head almost gently down to hers she kissed him, long and hard and hungry, reveling in the taste of him. "Only if you kiss me back," she murmured, and pulled him close for more.

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He didn't waste time answering in words, kissing her fiercely instead.

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God, how she wished she'd had Nny around years ago--if she'd known how effective a therapy kissing him was, it would have saved her a lot of grief.

"You," she murmured, kissing his nose, his cheeks, his jaw, "I love you. You make me feel...." She couldn't articulate what she meant, and at the moment had better things to do than try.

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Feel. It was a sick joke, in a way, but God, yes, he wanted to feel, wanted to make her feel. "Love you too," he whispered, one hand caressing her face.

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-Feeling is an illusion, Mother,- Sickness sneered, and Devi twitched, pulling Nny in for another kiss that ruthlessly shut the voice out. Touch him, taste him, breathe his scent--Sickness could never prove he wasn't real.

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Nny raked his nails across her back, a light scrape that only hinted at the sensation of being scratched. He cupped the back of her head with his other hand, kissing her greedily, sucking her tongue into his mouth and nibbling it.

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Devi's whimper was mostly muffled by the kiss--good God, he knew what he was doing, didn't he? Almost involuntarily she arched against him, one leg wrapping around his to pull him as close as possible. She moaned again as she ground her hips against his, her hands sliding down to the small of his back to press him even closer.