Thread: MST3K - Pulling the Trigger (Miss Tris x Shadows)

6 months. It had been pure bliss. Neville was everything Kinga could ever want in a boyfriend he was handsome, he was witty, he was charming...he even performed magic tricks! What else could a girl ask for? ...Well. Kinga found herself completely unfulfilled. The appeal of an online relationship was also its downfall the both of them could project their best qualities to the other and hold their oh-so-perfect dearest on a pedestal...so long as they weren't physically together. The online couple had been discussing just that in their last video chat how their relationship was perfect because they weren't stepping on each other's toes or having to smell coffee breath or witness whatever terrible habits or traits their partner might actually have. Despite taking part in a duet about the merits of the distance component of their relationship...Kinga immediately followed it up with You know what? Let's just do it. Let's pull the trigger and just meet in person. She had never seen someone log off so fast. Neville had been suave about his response, of course Kinga, I love you too much to do that. But then he said his goodbyes and was gone. It was heartbreaking. But Kinga Forrester was not the type to sit in a puddle of mud and cry about it. Oh no. After a little self-talk through her diary she dictated to a robotic entity, of course she realized that Neville was just anxious. Who wouldn't be? It wasn't like he was going to think she was crazy because she suggested they meet in person wherefore he might think they should break up because the prospect made him totally uncomfortable and he knew she'd never drop it. Right? Right. 6 months! They were in love! She wasted no time in putting Max in charge of Jonah and the bots. She gave specific instructions - including a playlist to run in her absence - but in truth she wasn't as concerned as usual with her work. She needed to take her leave of Moon 13 as soon as possible. She had already confirmed the location of Neville's next show. She wouldn't be attending it, but... Oh...you're awake! Kinga exclaimed as if it were a surprise. She was presently on top of Neville. Straddling his waist, in fact, leaning her body over him. Just moments before she had taken to tasting his lips, coaxing his mouth open so she could slip her tongue inside. He hadn't been awake at that point. But. Eventually his mind came around to the fact that his body was being assaulted. I'm so glad we're doing this, she purred. A dazzling smile lit up her face as she sat upright, her weight settling firmly on his hips. She was wearing her purple lab coat, the same as Neville would have seen countless times, but...little else. The coat was unbuttoned and - even though the panels weren't pushed back - glimpses of simple teal colored lingerie were given with every movement Kinga offered. Part of her matching set was a garter belt, which clung to her porcelain skin possessively, hooked to a pair of thigh high white stockings. This is a huge step for our relationship. She placed her hands on Neville's stomach. He was still fully clothed his lover had no way of knowing how deep of a sleeper he was and she hadn't been willing to risk waking him up prematurely. As it was she had taken advantage of his four poster bed and his general positioning, ever so carefully using his own props to bind his wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed. She had considered his collection of handcuffs carefully she knew there was at least one set he had trouble escaping...but...he was a magician so Kinga settled on a combination long, colorful scarves and rope. There was no special trick to get out of the knots Kinga tied. Her hand continued to travel upwards, her fingers greedily seeking Neville's warmth while feeling the contours of his body through his shirt. She bit her lower lip as she watched his face, eager to hear how excited he was to see her.