[ Paradisaea is nervous. She's at Cyno's place tonight, their third official date— the date they'll be announcing their relationship to the masses— and her first time staying with him overnight to boot. She's in his kitchen, putting together a snack for them for once his stream winds down. The plan is for her to come in toward the end, to announce herself without really announcing herself, something simple and sweet to whet the appetites of their viewers—
and of course, themselves; she knows he's been dying to tell his viewers just as much as she has been hers.
There's also, of course, the mistletoe she's hung in the kitchen door, marking the season with a flair— and inviting a kiss or two
(or more).
A brief glance at her phone shows her that Jackal's stream is indeed starting to come to an end; it's just him and one of his three co-op partners now, bantering back and forth. It's a perfect time for her entry, and so she takes it, slips into his room and pads barefoot across the floor in naught but white hotpants and and oversized Jackal merch hoodie, eyes smiling and sleepy as she winds her arms around his shoulders from behind, presses her glossed lips to his cheek.
Her gaze is on him, not the computer screen, but Jackal's chat promptly goes wild. ]
he wouldn't have minded keeping their relationship a secret if that's what parrie would have preferred, but.. he's incredibly proud to be dating her, proud to be loved by her, to be trusted by her. it's difficult to not want to show that off, when they're both chomping at the bit to let their viewers know.
but they take their time.. at least a little bit. three dates is enough to be sure, right? well, cyno was sure before the first. he was sure before their first kiss. even still, it was their little secret for a few weeks.. but no longer. to be honest, his followers and hers both have been a little suspicious of it, ever since parrie agreed to kiss him for beating his score. since that day, they'd both been in exceptionally good moods, and that was something their viewers easily picked up on, even if cyno evaded every probing question.
now, though, he hears her padding up behind him, and his heart skips a beat. when her arms slip around his shoulders, cyno can't help his slanted smile, and he turns his head to nudge his nose against her soft cheek. ]
Yeah. That sounds great. You know how I like it.
[ black, with a half-teaspoon of sugar. his usual. cyno isn't yet looking at the chat, which is flying by as the crowd roars, emojis and caps flooding the chat screen. but he only has eyes for her. ]
[ Cyno's not the only one who knew for sure before tonight. Like him, Parrie has known before they even kissed. Confessing to him was terrifying, but her feelings were returned and from that moment she's never had reason to doubt. Even as they dodged the questions thrown their way by their respective chats, they've taken the time to enjoy each other's presences... and now they're here, and Jackal's chat is going wild out of the corner of Parrie's eyes, even as they stay fixed on his. ]
Mmhmm, I do. I'll make you a cup.
[ She's pretty sure they discussed this, decided what they were going to do after she announced herself. But up close to him like this, breathing in the mixed scents of his skin and his cologne, whatever plan they did have has slipped right back out of her mind. It's one thing she hadn't predicted, how lost she finds herself in him, soft and sweet and content to just bask in him as the hours fly by them unmarked.
She knows he'll understand; get them back on track if she guides them off it. ]
Your chat's going crazy, though. [ Her laugh is sweet and warm, and maybe she shouldn't do this on stream but she can't help it, turns her head so that she can catch his lips with hers—
(and his mic is so good there's no way his chat doesn't hear the soft, breathy sigh on her mouth as they collide)
—a sweet, brief kiss before she pulls back, eyes alight and smiling. ] Maybe we should talk to them first?
[ cyno can see it, too, the way his chat is flying by, too quick to read with any real accuracy, but he isn't looking anyway, he has eyes only for one person right now - the person right beside him, looking breathtakingly beautiful, her smile lighting up his heart. cyno smiles, too, and while his smile may not be as radiant, instead much more subdued, it is nonetheless warm and terribly genuine.
the kiss is a little unexpected, but he goes with it, allowing his eyes to close for a moment as their lips meet, hers so soft and pillowy against his own, and tasting of her fruity lip gloss. when she pulls back, he tips his forehead against hers and hums softly, before breathing a low, slow sigh. content. happy. ]
Mm.. I suppose so.
[ if he can get her out of his mind, for a moment.
glancing back toward his screens, jackal frowns thoughtfully. ]
Though I guess we more or less told them already, with that.
[ She laughs, the sound soft and affectionate. Sweet. ]
Mm. I took us a little off track, I guess? I'm sorry. [ She doesn't sound it— probably because when it comes down to it, she's not. Not really. The last few weeks, she's had to stop herself every day from calling it from the rooftops, from announcing in every second breath that she loves Jackal, and that he loves her, and that they're together, and—
Whoops. She's letting herself get caught up in him again, eyes only for him when she should be addressing the chat in the room. She looks back at the screen again, eyes bright with affection and cheeks heating with warmth to see the messages pouring in, fans declaring that they knew it, that it's about time, that they look so cute together...
She offers a surreptitious glance at Cyno, and then back at the screen again, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. ]
Hi, chat. We've met before, right? But I've never properly introduced myself to you. I'm Paradisaea. I'm Jackal's girlfriend.
between those words, and the way cyno grins, broad and warm and absolutely goofy, the chat loses its collective mind. of course they all knew it, but then, the two of them had been incredibly obvious, hadn't they? their flirting in one another's streams, the promised kiss..
even still, despite having seen it coming, the chat is wild, and the poor mods are hard at work. ]
Sorry mods..
[ cyno says, with a light chuckle, then turns his head to nudge gently at her cheek. ]
We're gonna speedrun the first Spyro soon, if you want to sit with me.
[ She laughs when Cyno apologizes to his mods, although she can't resist nudging his cheek in return, pressing a glossed kiss against the skin before she pulls back. ]
That sounds nice. Let me go get the coffees made, and then I'll come and watch.
[ She offers a quick glance to the screen, the messages flooding the chat faster than she can read, and bites her lip. ]
Mm. Not to backseat mod, but you might wanna think about slow mode for a little bit?
[ It's not even that chat are being inappropriate— by and large, the comments are positive; she can tell that from the emotes even if actual words fly by too fast for comprehension. It's more that... well. Maybe she wants to be able to hear what they have to say.
But. First. Coffee. Another kiss, and Parrie straightens up to go back to the kitchen. With the coffee steaming in their mugs, and idea strikes her, and she reaches for her phone to text him. ]
you think you can play with me sitting on your lap? or should I pull up another chair? lol
[ he says, and leans over to type in the command, while his mods busily monitor, the poor things. there are a few nasty or weird or completely inappropriate comments, but for the most part, people are kind and supportive and happy. it's.. really nice to see, honestly. when cyno gets that text, however, his cheeks flush anew, and he smiles at his phone, quickly typing with one thumb. ]
in my lap. i can do it.
[ he can totally concentrate with her warm in his lap! right? ]
[ His response makes her laugh and smile, and when she does come back about 10 minutes later with both of their coffees— and a tray of light cookies on the side, easy to eat on stream due to not being too noisy or crumbly. Next to him, she waits for him to move so that she can take a place on his lap— she's light on his lap, and despite her height, in the time they've been dating (off-screen), she's already mastered the art of sitting just so in order to allow him to still see the screen. ]
What run are you doing today? [ she asks him between a gap in TTS donations and his own comments. ] Any%? Or the full 120%?
[ She knows, after all, that he's been practicing both runs, learning the best strats needed for each as he works to perfect them— and she's pretty sure he's due for a PB soon, too. Hopefully her presence— and his chat— won't be too much of a distraction. ]
[ parrie settles warmly into his lap, and cyno angles his arms around her just so so that he can reach the mouse and keyboard without issue. he'd like to say that he isn't distracted, but he hasn't yet mastered the art of staying focused with his beautiful girlfriend in his lap. her warmth, the scent of her hair and skin..
he turns his head, nuzzling against her cheek. the chat is on slow mode now, but it's still wild, full of compliments and caps and screaming, and it's hard for him to keep his attention on the game. ]
Full.
[ he says, and then he begins, doing his best to bend all of his attention toward the game, rather than on the beautiful person filling his lap. ]
[ All in all, the run doesn't go as well as it perhaps could have. Jackal PBs a few splits, but makes some costly errors that means the run itself doesn't get the gold he wanted. As always, chat is there to comfort him, but this time so too is Parrie, who rewards the finalized run with a kiss to his jaw, a slow smile dreaming on her lips. ]
Did you wanna run another attempt? [ she murmurs. His chat cheers him on, with some of them complimenting her for being willing to just sit there so still and silent as she watches. ] I don't mind watching for longer.
[ doing this with parrie in his lap is so much more difficult than he'd thought it would be. she's good, honestly - she's behaving herself when in reality she could be incredibly distracting, so he can't blame her even a little bit. yet her warm weight and the scent of her skin is more than enough to put jackal on his back foot. he has to focus
.. two minutes into his next attempt, he makes a soul-crushing error. restarts. ]
Hmm? Oh..
[ he smiles. however frustrating the game might be, he's happy to have her here, happy to have her close. gently, he nudges his nose alongside her jaw. ]
[ It's true that Parrie could make things difficult for Cyno. But she wants him to succeed. So when he errs so quickly on his next attempt, she feels bad. It reminds her of the day she was fighting so hard to win a kiss from him, knowing it was what she wanted even more than the record—
Which gives her an idea. An idea that makes her nervous, because she's never done anything like this before, and they've never discussed it so she has no idea how he'll react, but—
When Jackal agrees to more coffee, she presses the softest of kisses to the tip of his nose, tells chat brightly to look after him for her, and disappears back out to the kitchen, phone in hand. It's from there that she sends him a photo angled just right so he can see the lavender purple lace of her thong riding up over her hips and disappearing toward her ass. ]
[ cyno wants to succeed too, but just, you know, not as much as he wants to fuck parrie into oblivion. it's difficult not to think about when she's so warm in his lap.. he watches her go, his smile stupidly fond, before he turns back to the game for another attempt while she preps some more coffee.
it goes all right. the run is good, but he doesn't beat his record. he stops to check his phone -
- and nearly chokes. jackal's face lights up like a christmas tree, flushed right to his hairline, his eyes drinking in the lovely sight of her beautiful skin and thong, his throat running dry. thankfully, his expression remains entirely neutral, despite his blush darkening. ]
i'm on it, babe. five minutes.
[ now he's focused. cyno turns back to the screen, his expression hard, his brow tight, and he sets to it. one try, he botches almost immediately, but the second - the second, he succeeds, shaving an entire three seconds off of his record. ]
[ Despite saying she'd be back with coffee, Parrie doesn't come back in straight away. Instead, she watches from the kitchen, not wanting to distract him— even through the small screen of her cell phone, she can see the focus on his face now that the blush has faded, the determined light in his eyes.
One try.
She waits.
Two tries, and three whole seconds from the record.
Parrie beams, and finally makes a reappearance, holding two fresh mugs of coffee— not that she suspects he'll be streaming much longer, not now— and moving straight up to kiss his jaw again. ]
I was watching from the kitchen while I made the coffee. I knew you could do it. [ Her voice is low, but she knows his mic is good, so she says nothing else for now, just takes her seat on his lap again— deliberately sitting a little further back this time so he can feel the whole of her ass against him. ]
[ in a rare moment of jubilance, cyno smiles broadly and warmly for the camera as the congratulations begin to pour in, and as he hears parrie's footsteps behind him, approaching. ]
Thanks.
[ he says through his smile, taking the mug from her as she settles into his lap, this time pressing her ass far more firmly against him. that hot flush returns all but immediately, but the chat is eating it up for breakfast. all those jackisaea truthers sure do love what they're seeing. ]
I'll finish up now, guys.
[ he says, taking a sip of his coffee, though his free hand has wandered to her hip, grasping it tightly. ]
[ Once he says that he'll finish up, it's easy for both of them to say their goodbyes, smiling and waving until the stream finally closes. It's only once the blinking red "ONLINE" button goes off that she turns until she's sitting sideways on him, allowing her to turn her head into his for another kiss— still soft, but more passionate than before, filled with a desire she has held back until now as her lips part and her tongue swipes over his lower lip. ]
I hope you didn't mind, [ she whispers, breaking the kiss but hovering close against his mouth. ] I thought maybe you could use some positive reinforcement.
[ A soft laugh as her arms loop around his shoulders, Parrie shaking her head. ]
I know that when it came to getting to kiss you, that motivated me.
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I want to live each changing moment in your eyes
and of course, themselves; she knows he's been dying to tell his viewers just as much as she has been hers.
There's also, of course, the mistletoe she's hung in the kitchen door, marking the season with a flair— and inviting a kiss or two
(or more).
A brief glance at her phone shows her that Jackal's stream is indeed starting to come to an end; it's just him and one of his three co-op partners now, bantering back and forth. It's a perfect time for her entry, and so she takes it, slips into his room and pads barefoot across the floor in naught but white hotpants and and oversized Jackal merch hoodie, eyes smiling and sleepy as she winds her arms around his shoulders from behind, presses her glossed lips to his cheek.
Her gaze is on him, not the computer screen, but Jackal's chat promptly goes wild. ]
Babe, I'm making coffee. Did you want any?
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he wouldn't have minded keeping their relationship a secret if that's what parrie would have preferred, but.. he's incredibly proud to be dating her, proud to be loved by her, to be trusted by her. it's difficult to not want to show that off, when they're both chomping at the bit to let their viewers know.
but they take their time.. at least a little bit. three dates is enough to be sure, right? well, cyno was sure before the first. he was sure before their first kiss. even still, it was their little secret for a few weeks.. but no longer. to be honest, his followers and hers both have been a little suspicious of it, ever since parrie agreed to kiss him for beating his score. since that day, they'd both been in exceptionally good moods, and that was something their viewers easily picked up on, even if cyno evaded every probing question.
now, though, he hears her padding up behind him, and his heart skips a beat. when her arms slip around his shoulders, cyno can't help his slanted smile, and he turns his head to nudge his nose against her soft cheek. ]
Yeah. That sounds great. You know how I like it.
[ black, with a half-teaspoon of sugar. his usual. cyno isn't yet looking at the chat, which is flying by as the crowd roars, emojis and caps flooding the chat screen. but he only has eyes for her. ]
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Mmhmm, I do. I'll make you a cup.
[ She's pretty sure they discussed this, decided what they were going to do after she announced herself. But up close to him like this, breathing in the mixed scents of his skin and his cologne, whatever plan they did have has slipped right back out of her mind. It's one thing she hadn't predicted, how lost she finds herself in him, soft and sweet and content to just bask in him as the hours fly by them unmarked.
She knows he'll understand; get them back on track if she guides them off it. ]
Your chat's going crazy, though. [ Her laugh is sweet and warm, and maybe she shouldn't do this on stream but she can't help it, turns her head so that she can catch his lips with hers—
(and his mic is so good there's no way his chat doesn't hear the soft, breathy sigh on her mouth as they collide)
—a sweet, brief kiss before she pulls back, eyes alight and smiling. ] Maybe we should talk to them first?
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the kiss is a little unexpected, but he goes with it, allowing his eyes to close for a moment as their lips meet, hers so soft and pillowy against his own, and tasting of her fruity lip gloss. when she pulls back, he tips his forehead against hers and hums softly, before breathing a low, slow sigh. content. happy. ]
Mm.. I suppose so.
[ if he can get her out of his mind, for a moment.
glancing back toward his screens, jackal frowns thoughtfully. ]
Though I guess we more or less told them already, with that.
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Mm. I took us a little off track, I guess? I'm sorry. [ She doesn't sound it— probably because when it comes down to it, she's not. Not really. The last few weeks, she's had to stop herself every day from calling it from the rooftops, from announcing in every second breath that she loves Jackal, and that he loves her, and that they're together, and—
Whoops. She's letting herself get caught up in him again, eyes only for him when she should be addressing the chat in the room. She looks back at the screen again, eyes bright with affection and cheeks heating with warmth to see the messages pouring in, fans declaring that they knew it, that it's about time, that they look so cute together...
She offers a surreptitious glance at Cyno, and then back at the screen again, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. ]
Hi, chat. We've met before, right? But I've never properly introduced myself to you. I'm Paradisaea. I'm Jackal's girlfriend.
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between those words, and the way cyno grins, broad and warm and absolutely goofy, the chat loses its collective mind. of course they all knew it, but then, the two of them had been incredibly obvious, hadn't they? their flirting in one another's streams, the promised kiss..
even still, despite having seen it coming, the chat is wild, and the poor mods are hard at work. ]
Sorry mods..
[ cyno says, with a light chuckle, then turns his head to nudge gently at her cheek. ]
We're gonna speedrun the first Spyro soon, if you want to sit with me.
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That sounds nice. Let me go get the coffees made, and then I'll come and watch.
[ She offers a quick glance to the screen, the messages flooding the chat faster than she can read, and bites her lip. ]
Mm. Not to backseat mod, but you might wanna think about slow mode for a little bit?
[ It's not even that chat are being inappropriate— by and large, the comments are positive; she can tell that from the emotes even if actual words fly by too fast for comprehension. It's more that... well. Maybe she wants to be able to hear what they have to say.
But. First. Coffee. Another kiss, and Parrie straightens up to go back to the kitchen. With the coffee steaming in their mugs, and idea strikes her, and she reaches for her phone to text him. ]
you think you can play with me sitting on your lap? or should I pull up another chair? lol
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Yeah, uh.. probably a good idea.
[ he says, and leans over to type in the command, while his mods busily monitor, the poor things. there are a few nasty or weird or completely inappropriate comments, but for the most part, people are kind and supportive and happy. it's.. really nice to see, honestly. when cyno gets that text, however, his cheeks flush anew, and he smiles at his phone, quickly typing with one thumb. ]
in my lap. i can do it.
[ he can totally concentrate with her warm in his lap! right? ]
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What run are you doing today? [ she asks him between a gap in TTS donations and his own comments. ] Any%? Or the full 120%?
[ She knows, after all, that he's been practicing both runs, learning the best strats needed for each as he works to perfect them— and she's pretty sure he's due for a PB soon, too. Hopefully her presence— and his chat— won't be too much of a distraction. ]
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he turns his head, nuzzling against her cheek. the chat is on slow mode now, but it's still wild, full of compliments and caps and screaming, and it's hard for him to keep his attention on the game. ]
Full.
[ he says, and then he begins, doing his best to bend all of his attention toward the game, rather than on the beautiful person filling his lap. ]
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Did you wanna run another attempt? [ she murmurs. His chat cheers him on, with some of them complimenting her for being willing to just sit there so still and silent as she watches. ] I don't mind watching for longer.
[ She glances at his empty coffee mug. ]
And I can get you more to drink, if you want?
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.. two minutes into his next attempt, he makes a soul-crushing error. restarts. ]
Hmm? Oh..
[ he smiles. however frustrating the game might be, he's happy to have her here, happy to have her close. gently, he nudges his nose alongside her jaw. ]
Sure, that might help.
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Which gives her an idea. An idea that makes her nervous, because she's never done anything like this before, and they've never discussed it so she has no idea how he'll react, but—
When Jackal agrees to more coffee, she presses the softest of kisses to the tip of his nose, tells chat brightly to look after him for her, and disappears back out to the kitchen, phone in hand. It's from there that she sends him a photo angled just right so he can see the lavender purple lace of her thong riding up over her hips and disappearing toward her ass. ]
your prize, if you u can beat your record?
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it goes all right. the run is good, but he doesn't beat his record. he stops to check his phone -
- and nearly chokes. jackal's face lights up like a christmas tree, flushed right to his hairline, his eyes drinking in the lovely sight of her beautiful skin and thong, his throat running dry. thankfully, his expression remains entirely neutral, despite his blush darkening. ]
i'm on it, babe. five minutes.
[ now he's focused. cyno turns back to the screen, his expression hard, his brow tight, and he sets to it. one try, he botches almost immediately, but the second - the second, he succeeds, shaving an entire three seconds off of his record. ]
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One try.
She waits.
Two tries, and three whole seconds from the record.
Parrie beams, and finally makes a reappearance, holding two fresh mugs of coffee— not that she suspects he'll be streaming much longer, not now— and moving straight up to kiss his jaw again. ]
I was watching from the kitchen while I made the coffee. I knew you could do it. [ Her voice is low, but she knows his mic is good, so she says nothing else for now, just takes her seat on his lap again— deliberately sitting a little further back this time so he can feel the whole of her ass against him. ]
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Thanks.
[ he says through his smile, taking the mug from her as she settles into his lap, this time pressing her ass far more firmly against him. that hot flush returns all but immediately, but the chat is eating it up for breakfast. all those jackisaea truthers sure do love what they're seeing. ]
I'll finish up now, guys.
[ he says, taking a sip of his coffee, though his free hand has wandered to her hip, grasping it tightly. ]
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I hope you didn't mind, [ she whispers, breaking the kiss but hovering close against his mouth. ] I thought maybe you could use some positive reinforcement.
[ A soft laugh as her arms loop around his shoulders, Parrie shaking her head. ]
I know that when it came to getting to kiss you, that motivated me.