slightlyoffchilt | - IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[ Although Raina knew they both meant that Jeff 'was good' on the wine, the way they both said it in response to her question about giving Jeff a kiss left Raina to smile wide. ]

Oh. So you've already given him a kiss then, Frederick?

[ Her eyes flickered toward Chilton. ]

Is that what the two of you have been doing?

[ And she wedged into the space between them, pressed right up to Chilton, her hand tracing his inseam of his pants up and down. ]

I would be sad if you two didn't wait for me.

[ And the opposite hand reached over to mirror what she was doing to Chilton on Jeff. ]

He did not particularly appreciate it. [Said Chilton, his eyes on Jeff. Watching. His good buddy Jeff, understandably looking stressed under the attentions of his nearly nude girlfriend.] But the fault was mine -- wasn't the correct body part.

[Frederick "I'm Too Refined To Make An Explicit Ass-Kissing Joke So I'll Say Something Ambiguous That Sounds Like Innuendo Instead" Chilton, everyone.]

Really, Raina, I hadn't expected you to -- [A beat.] Oh. [He glanced at her exploratory fingers, his shoulders suddenly tense. There was no way to subtly mask what was sure to bulge between his legs. Punishment, he assumed. So deep into his fretting was Chilton that he hadn't even noticed his good buddy Jeff Winger exposed to similar fingers.]

[Well this evening certainly took a very sudden detour from wine and movies. It's not often Jeff's left without a smart answer or easy comeback to a scenario, but he'll happily admit this one has defeated him already. If nothing else, he can openly admit that this has never ever happened to him before, and the uniqueness of it is almost enough to rescue the whole thing.

The uniqueness doesn't actually solve the issue of Raina wedging herself between them though, or of Chilton sitting only a couple of feet away, or the hand that's creeping against Jeff's ridiculously expensive designer jeans. His arm still sprawled across the back of the couch suddenly feels a little too inviting, and it's really a miracle that the sight alone hasn't got Jeff instantly aroused, but he'll put it down to confusion and uncertainty. It doesn't seem right to start getting a boner over a bro's ho.

He's not sure what signals he should be sending here. He's not even sure what's an acceptable response to this.]

Raina. Darling. You're kind of interrupting a movie night. Right, Chilts? [Nailed it.]

Chilts.

[ She repeated in both disgust and absurdity. Did Chilton really allow that kind of nickname? It made him sound like a breakfast cereal or something equally unappetizing. Her attention drifted to Chilton, raising an eyebrow. Didn't he yearn for more respect than that? -- was her unspoken question.

And she then planted a kiss on Chilton's shoulder in parting before she eased over to Jeff, swinging a leg across his hips and straddling him. Raina had always teased him, but as far as she was concerned, he entered her spider web willingly and now it was her choice to do with him what she would. ]

Am I interrupting? Or am I proposing a much better use for your time? You're both good friends. Why not deepen that friendship?

[ She leaned in, beginning to rain teasing kisses along the side of Jeff's throat. And hopefully while having him distracted, he wouldn't notice as she took his hand and guided it directly to Chilton's lap. ]

You always talk a good game with me, Jeff. Don't tell me when it comes down to it, you're all talk and no action. I thought you were better than that.

[Chilton sunk a little into his seat under Raina's glance, his mouth a frown and his gaze focused forward. In truth -- yes, the nickname was somewhat silly, and yes the man craved respect and power. But he also craved a cure to his lonesome isolation, and that feeling of boyish acceptance from Jeff competed heavily with his former needs. It was nice, to have that sort of familiarity with someone like Jeff Winger -- popular, winsome, humorous Jeff Winger.

It was nice to have someone who would do a boys's night in with him.]

We were going to watch Jeff's show, Raina. Winger over Nicholson, as it were. Moreover -- [He cleared his throat, when Raina proposed a threesome. Not that Chilton hadn't cajoled the same thing, when Jeff was pursuing Raina, but that was before movie night.] I -- [Chilton glanced over, catching the sight of Raina enamored with Jeff's throat. And then glanced down, at the hand belonging to Jeff and headed to his own lap, under the guidance of Raina's own. He didn't protest, partially because Chilton was so indulgent of Raina, and partially because he knew she did this to spite him for his prior... Misbehavior.

But one fact stood: Chilton was pretty sure this was not the average itinerary for movie night.]

[The nickname is staying no matter how much judging Raina does. Like Fred's need for acceptance, Jeff craves that familiarity just as much, a craving for people to rely on and be there for company when the need arose.

This is just closer company than he'd been expecting, and as Raina climbs into his lap (Jeff being careful not to spill his wine), he realises that escape is becoming that much more difficult. She presents a physical barrier, one that he'd have to push just to pass, and does he really want to push a barely clothed woman off his lap? Hadn't he been vying for her attentions since they both arrived in this world? Was he not a man of action?!

There would be words. Many of them, but there's lips dusting his throat and jesus, that's distracting. Chilton is absolutely no help at all either, but the poor guy probably has his own distractions, distractions like--]

Oh, ffff-- c'mon! [His hand yanks away the second he registers where it had been placed, lightning quick like he'd just been burnt and instead almost instinctually shifting it to cup Raina's hip, his thumb tracing light circles against the sheer fabric. Fred does get some of Jeff's attention though, a long stare with raised brows that's silently settling somewhere between The hell am I meant to do? and You ok, bro?! This your girl, bro. Your girls in my lap, bro.. Chilton's meant to be the Raina expert here, not Jeff. Jeff's only dealings with her have been brief and in controlled environments.]

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Mmm? Why watch him perform on screen when he can do so for us in person, Frederick?

[ Her tone was lilting and playful, as though they were co-conspirators. As though she wasn't the only one running this show. When Jeff touched her, she was so pliant and responsive, encouraging it. But there was a very clear difference between what Chilton received of Raina and what Jeff was getting. Her attentions housed no affection. And although her lust seemed genuine, it wasn't the out of control desire she had with Chilton. Everything about this was Raina in control, Raina in her element, Raina displaying her complete and total sexual power over someone else. And she did it for her psychiatrist boyfriend who may have been curious about how she manipulated, who may have wanted to observe and dissect her behaviors, her power that he had never truly witnessed because he had never truly been on the receiving end.

It was poor Jeff who was the receptacle right now. with Raina pushing every boundary until she was sure his resolve would crumble and break.

Her hands came up to catch Jeff by the cheeks, forcing him to look at her. No more silent pleading to Chilton. Because all of a sudden, her lips were on his, kissing him aggressively, nimble fingers moving down to trace the outline of Jeff's package through his jeans. ]

[While it was fascinating to watch Raina's methodology unfold, Chilton couldn't help but feel some twitch of concern for Jeff. Raina was relentless, she was a pyre of beautiful flesh and supple lips, and of course it was a struggle to deny her -- Chilton knew that. He knew that firsthand. He knew she was showing off for him now, and it wasn't jealousy that ruptured beneath his ribcage.

It was some other uncomfortable feeling, something like a kissing cousin to guilt. Chilton didn't like it.

He had promised Jeff a relaxing night. He had promised alcohol and television.]

This is less the show and more the dinner, Raina.

[He observed, as she took Jeff's face in her hands and ravished his mouth. Chilton took another sip of wine, thinking that was a fine way of stalling.]

[There's no immediate protest from Chilton, even as Raina drags Jeff into a kiss that proves to be just as demanding as the rest of her. There's not exactly acceptance from the guy either, but no refusal must mean that he's not entirely against the concept of Raina being quite so full on with another man as she is right now. Jeff doesn't protest either, and although he does remain unresponsive for a few drawn out seconds, it's not long before he caves into those convincing lips.

When he does respond he still lets her take the lead, eager to get involved but just as keen to accept guidance on this because what the hell?

This isn't acceptance, he tells himself, just a kiss he's been trying to get for months from a woman who's apparently ready to give one to him. Nothing more than a kiss. And a hand. The touch of which has him huffing out a light noise of approval against her mouth, even as he starts to withdraw.]

I should... definitely leave you two to it. [His lips haven't strayed far from hers though, even as he speaks.] We can do this some other time. The movie night, I mean. Do the movie night some other time. At mine. We can do it at my place next time. Raina, you've been an amazing hostess though. Fred, you've been alright I guess.

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[ Her hand settled on Jeff's taut chest, pushing him back against the couch as she leaned in, purring demurely. ]

You should stay.

[ Raina took the hand that was resting on her hip, sweeping it up beneath her skirt so that his fingers were caressing her bare leg. ]

Jeff, you're being offered a one time opportunity. Walk out that door, and you never get the chance to be with me ever again. But stay. Enjoy. Experience -- and who knows what opportunities the future will bring?

[ Figuring Jeff's hand would stay put, Raina pulled hers away so she could reach up and tug down one of the straps of her nightie -- sliding it slowly along her shoulder. At the same time, a glance was spared toward Chilton and she raised an eyebrow at his lack of participation thus far. The look on her face pretty much conveyed the thought: You want him, don't you? I'm doing this for you.

Because why else would Chilton tolerate the nickname Chilts if it wasn't for some immense sexual desire? ]

It isn't like that. Raina. [The benefit of being a professional psychiatrist and highly intimidate with his girlfriend: Chilton could decipher her silent glances. He averted his gaze for a few seconds before looking back to meet her eyes again, his mouth twitching between something of a smile and a cringe. A perfect paradox. She was doing this for him in multiple ways, he understood. He appreciated.

The only snag in such a selfless exhibition was the subject.]

Jeff is just a friend. Any sexual fluidity is deeply repressed and unlikely to emerge for fear of destabilizing his painstakingly crafted machismo self-image.

[A beat.]

Isn't that right, Jeff?

[Oh my God, now is not the time for Chilton to be a psychiatric smart ass about sexuality.

Jeff doesn't need reminding about anything of the sort, not when he's got this contend with. This being the ever forward Raina who seems content to arrange his hand in some rather precariously private areas.]

Uuhm. [His voice hits an octave higher as he looks from his hand at her thigh, the tumbling strap of her gown, and then very pointedly directs his gaze towards Chilton.] But this is a one time opportunity, Fred. [Grinding those last few words out between his teeth like he should have been quieter when uttering them. The tone is clear enough though. Come on, work with me here.]

If you wanna go out for a few hours, that's fine. Or I mean, maybe you could just watch...

[ Wasn't this reminiscent of their attitudes toward the rings? Raina jumping head first into it, Jeff nonchalantly agreeing to at least one part of it, and Chilton being the one who thought rationally and protested. Really, though, the whole thing hinged on Chilton's wants. Raina acted for him because she believed Jeff was a fine specimen he wished to enjoy in a sexual manner. Really, she could take it or leave it. But the way she looked at Jeff with sweet seduction in her eyes would never give away her indifference.

She looked at him as though she needed him and she needed him now. ]

Maybe a little more wine will add a bit more fluidity to the encounter?

[ Or at least provide a scapegoat for Jeff. Claiming drunk often lifted responsibility for ones actions off of their shoulders.

Raina slid her hips along Jeff's lap, making certain that things rubbed all the right ways as she took his glass and brought it up to his lips. ]

It's up to Frederick, the type of role he would wish to take on. I can't speak for him.

[ Maybe he WOULD enjoy simple observation. She certainly didn't want to fight for him to join them if he didn't want to. And she didn't want to continue to fight for this if it was making him uncomfortable. ]

I will certainly not be excluded. [Chilton shot Jeff a sizzled look -- at least in his own mind, he had offered his friend a reasonable exit. While the content of that premise was debatable, Chilton nevertheless held his friend accountable; and if Jeff said he had a choice in the matter.

And Raina only reinforced that.]

And voyeurism is by nature a breed of exclusion.

[Said Chilton, while watching Raina slid along Jeff's lap.]

So if indeed we are all in agreement?

[That had in no way been a reasonable exit in Jeff's eyes. Any exit that still involved Raina grinding up against him was never going to be a reasonable exit. It should be considered virtually impossible for him to even think about leaving when half hard and tempted by the promises of more of this, even if there would be the inclusion of one other individual in the room.

But this wasn't just a matter of lust. His pride was at stake the moment Raina had played to it, calling him out for his witty banter and total lack of follow up. This was follow up. This was proof that he was a man of action, one that didn't just flirt and never saw it to the end. He was an alpha male who got what he wanted! Except the part where she is totally in control here... but still. Alpha male!

The moment that wine glass touches his lips, he brings his hand to clasp around it once more and down that very fine, very pricy wine in a few swift gulps. It almost seems a waste, but it's going towards a good cause. A bit more wine would definitely help. A lot more wine would, in fact.]

Ugh. Fuck it.

[Raina's made it hard to think, likely on purpose, especially when there's all that blood rushing away from his brain and to far more important body parts. Life is tough for a guy who thinks with his dick.

His gaze drifts between Chilton and Raina like he's weighing up some limited options, but his attention eventually settles on the empty wine glass back in his possession.]

Fine. Whatever. Just... no crossing swords and no touching tips. And Fred? [The glass is offered out towards him.] More wine.

[Because Winger is far too busy with leaning in for another one of those kisses Raina had so kindly offered earlier.]

[ Raina grinned at Chilton. She had certainly hoped he would play far more than an observational role. And now it was his time to shine. It was his chance to show off for a man who, by standards of normalcy, had no issues getting women but could never obtain the one prize Chilton captured. And that grin grew wicked when Jeff caved, just as she knew he would.

She allowed for the robe part of her sheer lingerie to slip from her body and become a puddle of pink lace and flowers on the ground. And then she yanked open Jeff's belt, pulling it through the loops until she held it in her hands, snapping it with a smirk. When he leaned in to meet her lips, she shook her head in scolding, pulling back. And that was when she placed the belt around his neck, sliding the strap through the buckle -- just so she could pull it taut around his throat. Like a collar. And she kept one finger tucked between his skin and the belt so it wouldn't restrict his airflow when she used the tail to pull him in for an all-consuming kiss.

Raina was the embodiment of flame and desire, arching her back and rolling her hips against his to crash like a flood of friction. She parted her lips and tasted the inside of his mouth -- the remnants of wine and something distinct to Jeff alone. She let out a breathy moan of need that may have fooled Jeff into believing he was the one who ran the show.

....If Raina wasn't still holding onto one end of that belt. And even while she was occupied with the kiss, without missing a beat or even opening her eyes, she offered that strap to Chilton. ]

[Chilton arched an eyebrow at Jeff, watching his adulation for Raina -- Chilton's girlfriend. It wasn't that he could blame the man, of course, but when the doctor was offered the chance to assume influence over this appealing dynamic once more, well.

He yanked that belt end, smirking viciously before winking at Raina.

Overly aggressive? Perhaps. Chilton would certainly humor the interpretation of his psychological motivation later (or even during) the evening -- he was prone to verbal analysis. But in the meanwhile, his grip tightened on the loose end of that belt leash and he jerked back his grip just as he leaned in to a kiss from Raina.]

[The belt being taken from his waistband wasn't unusual in this scenario, far from it. Her refusing his kiss, however, was a little more unexpected, until that brown leather slithers around his neck and suddenly everything starts to click into place. So that's how she wants to play it. Not entirely surprising considering her forwardness so far and Jeff's all for spicing things up.

It's tight enough that he won't be forgetting it's presence in a hurry, and each bob of his Adam's apple scraping against expensive leather is a quick reminder, but she's made sure to keep him breathing, which is super considerate. The kiss is a good distraction too, one which he eagerly throws himself into which just as much desire as she appeared to be giving, teeth and tongue trying to take some sort of possession and keep the control that he craves so much until--] Hnnrgh?! [The kiss breaks with a strangled gasp, confusion mixed with annoyance as he takes a drawn out second to realise how he's been yanked away from that bit of enjoyment.]

Asshole. [He directs towards Chilton out of pure petulance, tossing aside the empty wine glass in the space beside him to leave both hands free, a finger hooking under the 'collar' to readjust before sliding his hands up Raina's thighs with a rough touch, creeping behind to cup both cheeks comfortably. Chilton can pull all he wants while stealing away the kiss, but Jeff's determined enough to dust his lips against the collarbone presented to him by Raina.]

[ It gave Raina a thrill to see Chilton assuming a dominion over Jeff, establishing a hierarchy. As soon as her lips were captured by Chilton's, Raina kissed him with passion renewed. A kiss that claimed Chilton as hers as well as established that she was equally his, and together they were going to make Jeff squirm and beg and want so deeply he wouldn't be able to refuse this again.

She felt the lips on her collar and arched into Jeff's attentions -- reaching over to blindly undo Chilton's belt because everyone was wearing far too many clothes at the moment. Parting from Chilton's mouth reluctantly, Raina put her entire focus on divesting her boyfriend of his attire while turning to Jeff. ]

If you value your shirt, take it off before I tear it off.

[ She winked and took advantage of being free from their touch long enough to take off the nightgown that barely obscured anything from view, allowing herself to be the first one nude. She was the bait, after all. The one that would coerce Jeff to tolerate Chilton's presence, and hopefully as it got going, he would do more than just tolerate it. ]

You might want to heed her threat.

[Chilton said, with a final yank of Jeff's throated belt, before he returned the reins to Raina. His own apparel tumbled undone, as his girlfriend and her miraculous fingers worked their ritual. When Chilton, liberated from his slacks and his shirt unbuttoned, rose to step to the light switch, he flickered a glance back at the fray in his living room.]

This won't last long on that couch.

[Something of an observation, something spoken with anticipation, as he ticked off the light switch and returned to Raina's design. Theirs was the sort of touch done in the dark.]

[Jeff does heed that threat, even if Chilton's advice comes with yet another tug on that leather, causing a retaliation of little more than an irritated snarl. There's more important things to focus on, and instead he's taking Raina's break away as the perfect opportunity to work deftly at the buttons of his shirt and shrug the expensive fabric from his shoulders without ceremony. The perfectionist in him doesn't allow it to settle creased behind him (can't return home with a rumpled shirt, after all), so it's pulled out from behind and slung neatly across the back of the couch, hopefully far enough away from harms way for the moment.

His attention is still on Raina, unwavering and eager as she strips away her last layer to present him with an expanse of smooth skin, and Oh God does he want to touch every bit of it. There's restraint in Jeff though, not just the one around his neck either. He waits, allowing a hand to creep across the flat of Raina's stomach while he leans in to nuzzle in against her shoulder, chin resting there as his gaze follows Frederick out of pure curiosity. He takes note of the basics; body shape, some very obvious scarring, anything that's usually hidden by a suit, but he's more interested in where he's headed. Light switch. Fair enough, that might help in this situation, even if Jeff is perfectly content to show off every inch of his body in as much light as he can get. It is, after all, a work of art that needs to be appreciated.]

Then maybe we should be taking it to the bedroom. Or kinky sex dungeon. Whatever you guys usually use in this house.

[His voice low, uttered close to Raina's ear.]

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