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WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: An hour outside De Chima
WHEN: January 10-12
WHAT: imPorts are treated to a Swear-In that’s nothing but a weekend of relaxation at a brand new resort and spa!
WARNINGS: Possible mild nudity

It’s been a long few months, hasn’t it imPorts? Between the invading monsters (yikes!), evading the apocalypse (double yikes!) and then some fear toxin on behalf of your good pal Joker (triple yikes!), imPorts are overdue for a vacation. And wouldn’t you know it? One is coming right up.

Oh, yeah. It’s a Hot Springs Episode.

Welcome to Elysium Resort and Spa! When you come in, you’ll get a brochure with all of their offerings. They’re a little confused, perhaps, espousing relaxation ideals of every culture, clearly having just thrown all of their relaxation spaghetti at the wall to see if it sticks, but they’ve got the spirit! The smell of eucalyptus fills the air as you toe off your shoes and change into the slippers and robes that they have available for you as they usher you into what must be, for some, absolute paradise.

You can find rooms for all persuasions here, all purporting various health benefits. They have your typical fare - salt rooms, saunas, steam rooms, buckets of water with ladles resting in them to pour over the heaters to allow them to sizzle - but be warned! Some of these rooms climb up to ridiculous temperatures, leaving the bottoms of your feet red and toasty as you jump in (they suggest sandals, but who reads instructions anyway?), and other rooms are filled with ice as you’re plunged into what may as well be a walk-in freezer. Sometimes the doors are a little fiddly, though. Don’t worry - you won’t get trapped in here long enough for any real harm to come to you. But you might get a little uncomfortable as you rattle at the door, one of the employees eventually hurrying to let you out and offering their sincerest apologies, and won’t you have a gift certificate?

If those rooms aren’t enough for you, you can check out the baths. Salt baths, chilled baths, and hot tubs galore are here for imPorts, but that’s not all. Ever wanted to bathe in tea? In wine? Would you like to sink into a bath filled entirely with clay? How about getting all your dead skin chomped off by fish? It’s all here for you! Just try not to drink the bathwater - or, heavens, eat the fish. Those aren’t for you!

As imPorts stroll outside, they’ll see a beautiful vista overlooking the mountains, attached to a spacious hot springs (it’s natural, they claim, but who’s checking?) where imPorts can simply relax and enjoy the scenery. After that, why not pop inside to where some of the technicians will absolutely insist that you get a massage. Or a mani-pedi - yes, even you, big guy. Or, really, anything that your heart desires.

Once you’ve been poked and prodded and primped to your heart’s content (or discontent, as it may be), the spa open until the wee hours of the morning, it’s time to go and dine on some of the local cuisine, prepared fresh by the resort’s resident chef with a distinct eye to fresh, clean flavors and a truly ridiculous amount of salad. They want to make sure that you’re healthy inside and out, after all!

Before arriving at the spa, everyone was able to choose who they wanted to room with. But it seems that their systems got a bit scrambled during their grand opening, so you may find yourself bunking with a stranger instead. They’re deeply apologetic, of course, but it really would be easier for them if you’d just be nice for an evening and give it a shot. It’s only one evening, right? It’s not like you’ll be roomed with a serial killer. Probably. Given the imPort population there’s, what, a five percent chance?

The hotel rooms themselves are beautiful and spacious, each with a window looking out over the lovely view of the scenery below. It’s the perfect way to end your night… until 3 AM when an alarm begins to blare and all of the guests are ushered outside in the chilly winter air while firefighters come to check the place out. It’s a false alarm (some brat must have pulled it, the manager says apologetically, ready with more gift certificates), but hey, maybe this is a good chance to get to know your neighbors!

The next day, guests are free to take advantage of the resort’s facilities once more, or they can go hiking in the mountainous trails available to them, complete with regular rest stops with firepits, with the staff more than happy to pack lunchboxes and fixings for s’mores.

After they come back and have a thankfully uneventful night’s rest, buses will be ready to take them back to civilization, along with goodie bags filled with luxury goods and an earnest invitation to come back anytime! But maybe next time, wait a couple of months so they can iron out the kinks in their system.

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[He pleasantly hums as he situations himself between her legs, adjusting himself so that he's stable and she's comfortable.]

Y'ain't never left me unsatisfied.

[He murmurs the words as he watches her face with half-lidded eyes, his hips pressing forward against her—though his erection slips up against her slit, more than into it. Rubbing against the slickness of her, as he shudders slightly, his mouth hanging open as he puffs out a breath. Drawing his hips back again, he angles himself once more and nudges at her entrance.

With practiced aim, he presses in, his head lifting and tilting back as he slips his eyes closed, letting her warmth envelop him physically and emotionally. It's ridiculous to him how different it is sleeping with her versus what he's experienced with others. Not that the other times he's gotten laid wasn't enjoyable, but there's something different about sleeping with someone you love. Someone you have such a bond with—the emotional connectivity enhances the physical, and it's incredible.]

I mean...to keep it that way.

[any bravado she means to have is a bit undercut by how breathless and affected she is by penetration. she braces as she always does, because it's never very comfortable at the start, but when he's settled in there and basking, she can find means to relax, too. this sort of thing...the profoundness doesn't seem to wear off, no matter how many times they go at it. because unlike Guzma, a moment like this is something she's only ever shared with him. but like him, she too grasps the greater comfort in their connection beyond the obvious, physical one at-hand.

she trusts him. he's done nothing but be patient and good to her like this, and it delights her to know he's happy with her, too. it's why, after taking that moment to relish him just being there in her, she draws a knee up to better accommodate him when he gets down to it, watching the passion play out on his expression, ears full of the sound of him.

eventually, her voice takes a note of urgency when she's close to climax, an unintended signal for him to hurry up or be left in the dust to catch up at his own leisure. it won't bother her either way, because she's having a fine time of things throughout, and even after he's come down from his own, she's flush and radiant and content to let him come to rest beside her, leaving soft, idle kisses along his shoulder and his jaw.

in the midst of a pleased murmur:] That was nice.

[If someone told him when he arrived that he'd be so addicted and intoxicated with the affection from Lucina he'd think them mental. Yet, here he is, drinking every bit of warmth and love she'll give him. Pouring himself into her time and again, feeling satisfied yet wanting all the more. That fire inside him wild and hot, and every little noise, sigh, and movement she makes stokes its flames. Like a can of gasoline to a bon fire, her own approaching climax ushers in his to fruition, and so they finish together.

Even as he's coming down from his orgasm, those waning waves of pleasure that crest over his entire body, her tender kisses excite him and make his already thumping heart flutter with warmth. His nerves tingle, raising bumps across his skin. His eyes are closed as he's catching his breath and basking in the afterglow and her tender love, but a smirk forms when he hears her.]

Mmm...s'always nice with you.

[He peeks at her with one eye as he lifts a hand to cup the back of her neck, his fingers weaving into her long, soft hair. The moment's almost unreal with how soft and romantic it is, and Guzma pushes the latter part from his mind--particularly when there's suddenly a rattling at the bathroom door.

Right...Pinsir...]

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[his fingers against her neck sends fresh tingles in much the way her kisses to him did, and she squirms a little, enjoying the feeling.

until the scraping and clawing at the door. her expression scrunches for a moment, still addled with their lovemaking and uncertain of what she's hearing, eventually tilting her head to peer in the direction of the sound before realizing.]

Ah...oh. [woops.] He's...going to be angry, isn't he?

When isn't he?

[Guzma groans as he sits up. Here he just wanted to enjoy Lucina lavishing attention on him!! Thanks Pinsir!! He scoots to the edge of the bed to look at his discarded things till he spots the Ultra Ball he needs.]

Hopefully he won't put up too much of a fuss.

[He's still so warm and airy, and he's not exactly in the mood to naked wrestle his damn Pokémon! Grabbing the ball, he cautiously approaches the door, removing the chair, opening the door, and--]

Pinsir!! Goddammit--YO!!

[Sure enough the gremlin in question bursts forth, trying to swat the ball from Guzma's hand, clearly agitated by being locked in the bathroom, and maybe having to listen to the two of them! But it makes it difficult for Guzma to hit him with the return beam from the ball when this idiot bug is swiping at him every time he tries to.]

[gods.

Lucina grimaces, watching the struggle. Pinsir really is a wild child. she can only watch for so long before being compelled to move and leave the comfort of the bed. she peels a pillowcase off its pillow and winds it up a bit, then, crouching and getting near, snares one of Pinsir's swiping claws and yanks taut.]

Now! Go, go! [before either of them realize how stupid they look!!]

[And boy do they ever look stupid.

It works though! And as soon as she calls for it, he catches Pinsir with that beam. The bug in question both dumbstruck and stuck with Lucina's pillowcase assault, and in an instant he's gone. Guzma glares at the ball in his hand, before tossing it over to rest with the others.]

Fuck, finally. He's a goddamn demon sometimes.

[With that taken care of, he just walks his naked ass over to the bed and flops onto it belly first. Groaning against it, because that super nice mood was totally ruined by Pinsir.

Auuuuggghhhhhh.....]

[she doesn't relax until that ball is tossed far and away and nothing comes of it. she sighs, unraveling the pillowcase and getting back to her feet, feeling rather silly now; that surge of adrenaline wasn't a very welcome thing...

eventually she climbs back onto the bed, making a space for herself despite all the real estate Guzma's dramatic flop has taken up. she rubs one of his shoulders, sympathetic.]

I mean...we'd have certainly heard if he'd done anything too destructive in there, right?

[or...felt it? if he'd accidentally burst a water pipe...? she hopes????]

[He lets out a pleased hum at her rubbing, but he doesn't move or anything.]

...Don't think he's strong enough to do too much damage. I don't like that he's not as strong as he should be, dunno why that's even a thing, but in cases like this...

[Had Pinsir been his full strength during that tantrum...yeesh. Guzma would have had a way worse time. Finally, Guzma lifts his head to look at Lucina.]

Thanks for the back-up.

[she smiles, bringing her hand up to smooth out one of the rowdier tufts of hair.]

Of course. I wasn't going to just watch, you know. Here, move your leg for a second-- [she sits back up, pulling at some of the disheveled covers.] There. [after a bit of effort, she's able to better spread them out atop the both of them, herself nestling back down and fishing around for his arm to drape it over her.

she peeks back at him, partly obscured by the covers, eyes warm.]

Better?

I wouldn't've blamed ya—huh?

[He pauses a moment at her request, but then follows her lead as she settles them both more comfortably on the bed. And once she's done, he smirks down at her, pulling her in close to him with his arm that's over her.]

Mmm, yeah. Hella better, yo.

[Leaning in, he nestles his nose into her hair. Maybe he just really likes sniffing her hair, ok!? It's a comfort, she's a comfort, and he's not about to not indulge.]

[she makes a muffled, happy sound at the attention, back to squirming a bit to get comfortable, looking as though she has a mind to vanish entirely under the covers there for a moment before resurfacing enough to nestle her cheek against his neck.]

And you don't blame me for kicking us out of the water early either, right? [because this is comfier to her by far.]

[How is she this cute? How has he found himself in this situation with her, where he can be so charmed and endeared to a single woman like this? He lets out a peaceful, bliss-filled sigh as she nuzzles against his neck, his arms holding her tight.

At her question, he lets out an amused snort.]

Nah—I mean, I kinda digged the hot spring thing, but this is nice. Better, even.

[After all, Lucina wouldn't let him fuck her out there! But also maybe being all curled up like this in bed, warm and comfy under the covers, has its boons too.]

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