I'm quite sure you heard me. [ One doesn't react like that to something they were expecting to hear. ]
I thought I was more clear the other day then I really was, I guess. But really, it's nothing to fret over now, or even discuss unless there's something you want to say about it.
[ She assumes he'll need time, who wouldn't? Most others don't jump in feet first to everything the way Saya does. She's never regretted doing what felt right, though, even when it blows up in her face, and she's not about to start here and now. ]
[He lowers his chopsticks. Tapping the bottom of the bowl which is definitely not proper table manners, but his mind is racing and his hands hate to be idle. It keeps his mind from going completely off the rails with this information.]
[He knows there was fondness, of course, but the way she says that implies the potential for quite a bit more. He knows people could be friends and engage in such activities. What was the phrase? Friends with....was it benefits? Most likely, it seemed the right about of crass and subtle that humans preferred for such euphemisms.]
[He had assumed that was her intent, not for...more and that-]
[Hm]
[HM]
[The tapping stops. Its been a good two minutes.]
I...don't have anything to say right now.
Making quick emotional decisions is not my forte. I always need to think about them, because when I don't-
I know. That's why I'm saying something now. [ Correcting the misconception before it had a chance to send them in wildly divergent directions, or for anyone to make assumptions and later feel stunned that they weren't accurate. ]
[ What she is implying is potential, nothing more. She's great at casual, if that's where they land, and it won't change a thing about the way she behaves. But she doesn't want to land there because she didn't make a point to say it doesn't have to. It wouldn't be fair to anyone. ]
Sorry to keep catching you off-guard. Sooner or later I'll run out of surprises, promise.
[He hums, considering for a few more bites. Then he huffs, and smiles ruefully. More amused.]
It will likely be some time. It turns out when you spend most of your centuries long life hyper focused on a project and not actually socializing, you find yourself caught off guard a fair amount.
And I imagine you catch people off guard who have properly socialized. Really, I should resign myself to at least one blind sided moment in all our interactions.
[ She chuckles, only because her mouth is full and she can't fully laugh. ]
I told you, my species has strong feelings about everything. At least I'm good with using words to explain them now.
Take all the time you like. I'm not frightened by a little patience. I'd rather cope with that then regrets. I don't have time for them, nor the desire to live with them if I had the time.
I suppose that is fair. Its not as if my emotions are exactly subtle. Its more there are too many at once, clamoring for attention. Most of the time, I know which one I want to pick, but...
Well, there's a reason mother has a time limit for me at parties.
So I try to have more care in the selection when I find myself fond of the other person.
[Which is vague, but he figures its enough to say that he is invested. That the relationship between them had some value to him, even if he wasn't sure what that ultimate value was.]
[ She'll take fond for sure. Truly, she has no expectations nor necessarily any definitive preference herself, yet. Sometimes sparks fly up quickly and then fade out just as fast, sometimes all the love in the world can't make up for circumstances, but she'd hate to eliminate options before either of them even knows what they'd want if they had them. ]
I'm glad to hear it. I knew there was some measure of appreciation at least, no one's good enough in bed to be worth an abundance of annoyance. [ And he's not exactly shy with his anger or irritation, which is nice actually. People who make you guess what they're thinking are tiresome to her. ]
[ Saya finishes the last of her food and sets her chopsticks down across the bowl. ] That was delicious, thank you. [ This she says in Korean. ]
Annoyance isn't as big of a deal breaker as you might think. [FOR REASONS HE HAS YET TO FIGURE OUT. How those two drive him up the wall and he still finds himself as fond as he is, he will never figure out.] However, I would be on fire a lot more often and far less flushed at the time if you were annoying.
I am glad you enjoyed it. [He replies before eating the last few bites of his own dish and standing up to take their dishes to the sink.]
There are a few other questions I wanted to ask before we...
Well, obviously my own preferences are up in the air, but I wanted to check if there was anything you don't want your partner doing? You mentioned before about being in charge?
[ Saya rises from her seat and follows him, snagging a dish towel on her way. If dishes need to be dried then she helps with that, or if not then generally cleaning up the table and stove and whatnot. ]
Ask me anything you like, of course.
What I don't like... you're not wrong that I tend to take charge more usually, though I don't mind more give and take with you. Instincts are what they are and I have an appreciation for yours when they flare up -- no pun intended. But being overtly submissive, I don't think I'd have that in me. Not for any extended time, anyway. [ Her temperament has smoothed out enough and she likes him enough that she'd forgive the attempt if he was piqued, but forcing the issue would insult her and risk her high temper. ]
[ She also doesn't want anything demeaning of course, but she presumes he wouldn't either. He seems to deeply not see her that way. ]
Nothing else is springing to mind. I'm willing to try most anything, see what works. It's a bit different for everyone. [ Other than the constant of her dominance thing (well... nearly constant), she tends not to have a set list, it depends on the partner. What's great with one will fall flat with another. This makes it difficult to give him a map to follow, but it does allow her to be fully present and invested in establishing a unique relationship with each of her partners. ]
As you know, I'm not very subtle. So you'll know when you're on the right track. And I'm good at diverting any slight misstep before it kills the mood.
[He does have a dish washer, but cleaning up himself keeps his hands busy. There were facts about this conversation, but it was also a little more emotionally charged then simple item prep. It helps keep him here and not too flustered as he cleans the dishes.]
That is good to know. It can be easy for me to get caught up in being domineering, knowing there is a limit is good. [It keeps him paying attention to the signals and figure out what the limit is without needing to be told off too much to be annoying.]
[He does nod as she continues and his own face heats up as he keeps his eyes pointed to the sink.] I enjoyed what we did before. I don't really know what could be a no for the most part from the lack of experience, but I will be clear if I don't like something.
But...I don't mind you directing me with a hand on my neck, but don't use a grip that would restrict air flow. I can't suffocate, don't worry otherwise. And no collars at any point in the future.
And of course water is a no go. Sorry, there will be no round two in the shower, I get in and out as fast as hygienically possible.
Choking and collars never occurred to me to mention, or even think about. I couldn't see you that way. [ She sounds vaguely horrified. ] Dominance isn't about being demeaning, not the way I do it.
[ What books were you reading, exactly? ]
You mentioned you don't like water, so I guessed that much. And don't you dare say you're sorry about it; it's part of who and what you are. Which I happen to like.
[ She moves closer and leans her back against the counter beside where he's washing dishes. Watching him with, for once, no teasing or amusement. ] Do you want me to leave after, or stay the night?
My biggest concern was more you'd put a hand on the front of my neck to hold me in place or move me and that would do it, especially since there is no health reason to not put too much pressure. Since I was addressing it, might as well just be clear on collars too.
[You see some Things when you try to track what the internet thinks of your bull man dad.]
[He'll start handing off dishes as they get clean.] It was more an attempt at a joke. I'm not sorry for being a fire demon.
...if you want to stay, I think that would be okay. [He is blushing a lot, but at least getting through it!!!]
Ah. Good that it was just a joke. But it never hurts to be clear that I appreciate what you are.
[ That is important! Especially since his self-esteem seems to be as bad as hers, she wants to be perfectly clear about accepting it. Including his temperament which high demon society seems to have problems with... what the hell their deal is she has no idea. ]
[ She takes the dishes and dries them at a more relaxed pace than she usually would, in case he has more to say. ]
[ And she smiles sweetly when he says she can stay over. ]
I'd like to stay, then. [ She came prepared for that just in case, hoping she'd need it. Having to get up and get out while you're loose-limbed and indolent is a pain, but she'd do it if he preferred. ]
[He's quite red himself. He doesn't have a problem with his demon self, his self esteem issues are fairly him orientated, but it is nice to be appreciated all the same.]
[He nods at that and despite the flush, there is a small smile on his face. Because it does sound nice. To not be left alone after. It sounded too cold and much like the dinner, he wanted it to feel a bit special at least.]
And.
What things would you like? I know the biting, but other things you enjoy that a novice might be able to do.
[ Somehow this discussion is so sweet. It's likely not divorced from his own need to be competent and successful, but all the same he wants to please her. And that, the want to please her, that's what she likes. "Worship" or "devotion" are the closest words, and she sort of hates the idea of saying them out loud since she considers him her equal. She said it to Rosen, no problem, insisted in fact, but that dynamic was very different. ]
[ As far as specifics... ]
[ She reaches out with the hand closest to him and loops her index finger through one of the belt loops on his jeans. Giving a very gentle tug, not enough to actually pull him away from what he's doing but letting him know she very much wants to. ]
I can show you what I like, as soon as you're done. [ Time to learn by doing. Tinker, if you will. ]
[Divorcing him from his need to be competent and successful will take Some Time unfortunately. Getting rid of a centuries long motivation is no small task.]
[He looks up at the tug, blush getting more intense as well as the crackling of his hair.] R-right. [He swallows and quickly washes the last of the dishes, a mix of nervous and excited.]
[It only takes a minute or two to finish and wash up, letting his hands steam to dry away the water from them, it's more thorough than a towel, and looks to her.] Okay. I'm done, so we can....
[ She's already put the towel down by the time his hands are steaming, so her hands are free to slip over his shoulders as she steps in front of him and, without prelude, kisses him. Not a simple kiss, that's won't do for shrugging off nerves. Her kiss is like a revving engine, foot to the floor. If his hands remain idle for more than a moment she releases her hold on him and places his hands on her waist. Or hips, wherever they land. ]
[ Then she aims to get his overthinking brain good and scrambled with the way she's kissing him and pressed up close. ]
[ After several long moments, she pulls back just barely enough to get in a quick word. ] You have something for your throat in the bedroom? I'm planning on you needing to burn off a lot of my blood.
[There is that sparking euphoria as the brief contact turns to something firm and close and so much more. One that is intense and sends electricity through his nerves and he finds himself quickly melting into it. Only jumping a bit as his hands are grabbed, but dutifully move moves his hands to pull her closer, moving to rest on her lower back.]
[His eyes are lidded, face flushed, but want is clear all the same.] Yes. A few water bottles on the night stand. [He steps forward, pushing towards the bedroom, while still pressed against her.]
[ She moves with him easily and without having to put an inch of space between them, thank you ridiculous genes. Not the only thing she'll be thanking them for tonight, she'd bet. ]
[ One arm remains around his shoulders while the other hand starts unfastening his shirt, she has much better plans for that neck than a high collar. She gives him another deep, intense kiss as they move toward the bedroom locked together, and then pulls back once more to look at him, her eyes already a burning golden red. ]
Then... tell me what you want. [ She says it in that commanding voice he likes, and by her dangerous smile she's going to insist on an answer. ]
[He kisses back, still a little clumsy, but he's all too eager to give himself into this. He made the decision this time and he is one to commit. He keeps a hand on her lower back, the other reaching out to run along the wall to get to the bedroom without having to make any space between them.]
[He's panting softly when she pulls away, pupils dilating as he meets her eyes, remembering the meaning of red and gold. His hand reaches for the doorknob behind her.]
You. [His voice is a bit breathless, saying what he didn't before.] I want you to bite me. I want to touch you, feel more of you.
[ She could've gotten them down the hall backwards in pitch blackness through deadly obstacles if it meant keeping both his hands on her, though it doesn't especially matter. Hopefully this is the last moment his hands aren't both on her for a long while. ]
[ If she's surprised by what he says, there's no sign of it. But her eyes do shine all the brighter and she leans close to murmur against his ear, still speaking in that voice that's impossible to deny -- not that she hopes he'd want to. ]
I'm yours, then. [ Then her head inclines to bear her neck for him, since her dress so conveniently allows for a bite and she's desperately impatient. One hand rests on the back of his neck to encourage him. ] Taste and touch and feel all you want.
[He lets out a shuddering breath at that. She's doing that voice that pulls at something deep in him. He desperately wants to please. He wants to make that voice happy with him.]
[He wants to be good.]
[He pushes open the door and his hand returns to her back as he pushes her inside. The room is nice and orderly, lit by several candles. Mood lightning never hurts, after all. (And okay, its also a trick for him to not singe his bed. He can avoid setting her on fire, not singeing his furniture is a whole other matter.)]
You're really good at that. [Tempting, drawing him in, seduction. One of those. All of them, probably.]
[He pushes her towards the bed, mouth moving to her neck, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin at first, his hands moving to her sides to push her to sit on the bed, quick to try and climb onto her lap.]
[ Saya doesn't look at the candles, but she can appreciate the setup once again. He really pulled out some tricks for this, it's lovely -- in the mood she's in, though, with her intensely dominant side forward, she's less impressed than simply pleased. ]
I'm glad you think so. [ Her kind is built for seduction in all its forms. There's a vampire joke in there somewhere. ]
[ Rather than simply sit on the bed, Saya reclines on it, propped on her elbows, like she owns the place. Her burning eyes stand out all the more in the din of the candlelit room. She reaches out a hand, the movement flowingly casual, to pull him along with her, ideally so his weight is pressing down on her. She doesn't want any space between them. ]
[ And whether he follows or he doesn't, she tilts her head to bare her neck for him. ] I've been thinking about your bite for days.
[He follows along easily enough. He isn't looking to create space either, just seemed ill advised to be on their feet with how his legs were feeling by the end of it.]
[Once they're settled, then he allows his hands to wander. Running up along her sides, down her back, keeping his nails blunted to run them down her back without ruining her dress.] I must admit, I did spend far too much time on theories of how I might make the marks linger. No solid ideas yet, but they do look quite pretty on you, for those brief moments.
[Its a quiet murmur against her skin, just below her ear as he nibbles on the skin there, before kissing his way down. The kisses firm, deliberate, a tease until he gets to the nape of her neck. Nuzzling it gently, a teasing affection for several long moments, until he opens his mouth wide. A light scrape of his teeth at first, before finally giving in and biting down hard, digging in deep after only a moment.]
[ She bends her leg on the side of her dress with the higher hemline, leaving an enticing stretch of thigh if he wants to explore it. ]
Did you? I wouldn't mind wearing your mark for however long you can get it to last. [ If he can get it to be permanent, her answer is the same. She'd never be ashamed of being close to someone, nor having others notice the evidence of it. She rolls her shoulders and shivers a bit at the way his hands move, particularly the soft scrape of his fingernails. ]
[ When he kisses her neck, she hums in such a way that the sound seems to curl around them, beckoning. And she looses a wavering sigh of impatience at his teasing, though she appreciates it actually, she likes anticipation games. But she likes it more when he bites, since she gasps and arches her back to press even closer. The hand not propping her up settles in his hair, easing out whatever's holding part of it back so she can stroke through it, her fingernails returning his tease as they brush his scalp and the back of his neck. ]
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I thought I was more clear the other day then I really was, I guess. But really, it's nothing to fret over now, or even discuss unless there's something you want to say about it.
[ She assumes he'll need time, who wouldn't? Most others don't jump in feet first to everything the way Saya does. She's never regretted doing what felt right, though, even when it blows up in her face, and she's not about to start here and now. ]
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[He lowers his chopsticks. Tapping the bottom of the bowl which is definitely not proper table manners, but his mind is racing and his hands hate to be idle. It keeps his mind from going completely off the rails with this information.]
[He knows there was fondness, of course, but the way she says that implies the potential for quite a bit more. He knows people could be friends and engage in such activities. What was the phrase? Friends with....was it benefits? Most likely, it seemed the right about of crass and subtle that humans preferred for such euphemisms.]
[He had assumed that was her intent, not for...more and that-]
[Hm]
[HM]
[The tapping stops. Its been a good two minutes.]
I...don't have anything to say right now.
Making quick emotional decisions is not my forte. I always need to think about them, because when I don't-
[He knows he defaults to rejection.]
[Rejection was easier.]
[But he doesn't want to do that with her.]
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[ What she is implying is potential, nothing more. She's great at casual, if that's where they land, and it won't change a thing about the way she behaves. But she doesn't want to land there because she didn't make a point to say it doesn't have to. It wouldn't be fair to anyone. ]
Sorry to keep catching you off-guard. Sooner or later I'll run out of surprises, promise.
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It will likely be some time. It turns out when you spend most of your centuries long life hyper focused on a project and not actually socializing, you find yourself caught off guard a fair amount.
And I imagine you catch people off guard who have properly socialized. Really, I should resign myself to at least one blind sided moment in all our interactions.
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I told you, my species has strong feelings about everything. At least I'm good with using words to explain them now.
Take all the time you like. I'm not frightened by a little patience. I'd rather cope with that then regrets. I don't have time for them, nor the desire to live with them if I had the time.
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Well, there's a reason mother has a time limit for me at parties.
So I try to have more care in the selection when I find myself fond of the other person.
[Which is vague, but he figures its enough to say that he is invested. That the relationship between them had some value to him, even if he wasn't sure what that ultimate value was.]
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I'm glad to hear it. I knew there was some measure of appreciation at least, no one's good enough in bed to be worth an abundance of annoyance. [ And he's not exactly shy with his anger or irritation, which is nice actually. People who make you guess what they're thinking are tiresome to her. ]
[ Saya finishes the last of her food and sets her chopsticks down across the bowl. ] That was delicious, thank you. [ This she says in Korean. ]
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I am glad you enjoyed it. [He replies before eating the last few bites of his own dish and standing up to take their dishes to the sink.]
There are a few other questions I wanted to ask before we...
Well, obviously my own preferences are up in the air, but I wanted to check if there was anything you don't want your partner doing? You mentioned before about being in charge?
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Ask me anything you like, of course.
What I don't like... you're not wrong that I tend to take charge more usually, though I don't mind more give and take with you. Instincts are what they are and I have an appreciation for yours when they flare up -- no pun intended. But being overtly submissive, I don't think I'd have that in me. Not for any extended time, anyway. [ Her temperament has smoothed out enough and she likes him enough that she'd forgive the attempt if he was piqued, but forcing the issue would insult her and risk her high temper. ]
[ She also doesn't want anything demeaning of course, but she presumes he wouldn't either. He seems to deeply not see her that way. ]
Nothing else is springing to mind. I'm willing to try most anything, see what works. It's a bit different for everyone. [ Other than the constant of her dominance thing (well... nearly constant), she tends not to have a set list, it depends on the partner. What's great with one will fall flat with another. This makes it difficult to give him a map to follow, but it does allow her to be fully present and invested in establishing a unique relationship with each of her partners. ]
As you know, I'm not very subtle. So you'll know when you're on the right track. And I'm good at diverting any slight misstep before it kills the mood.
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That is good to know. It can be easy for me to get caught up in being domineering, knowing there is a limit is good. [It keeps him paying attention to the signals and figure out what the limit is without needing to be told off too much to be annoying.]
[He does nod as she continues and his own face heats up as he keeps his eyes pointed to the sink.] I enjoyed what we did before. I don't really know what could be a no for the most part from the lack of experience, but I will be clear if I don't like something.
But...I don't mind you directing me with a hand on my neck, but don't use a grip that would restrict air flow. I can't suffocate, don't worry otherwise. And no collars at any point in the future.
And of course water is a no go. Sorry, there will be no round two in the shower, I get in and out as fast as hygienically possible.
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[ What books were you reading, exactly? ]
You mentioned you don't like water, so I guessed that much. And don't you dare say you're sorry about it; it's part of who and what you are. Which I happen to like.
[ She moves closer and leans her back against the counter beside where he's washing dishes. Watching him with, for once, no teasing or amusement. ] Do you want me to leave after, or stay the night?
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[You see some Things when you try to track what the internet thinks of your bull man dad.]
[He'll start handing off dishes as they get clean.] It was more an attempt at a joke. I'm not sorry for being a fire demon.
...if you want to stay, I think that would be okay. [He is blushing a lot, but at least getting through it!!!]
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[ That is important! Especially since his self-esteem seems to be as bad as hers, she wants to be perfectly clear about accepting it. Including his temperament which high demon society seems to have problems with... what the hell their deal is she has no idea. ]
[ She takes the dishes and dries them at a more relaxed pace than she usually would, in case he has more to say. ]
[ And she smiles sweetly when he says she can stay over. ]
I'd like to stay, then. [ She came prepared for that just in case, hoping she'd need it. Having to get up and get out while you're loose-limbed and indolent is a pain, but she'd do it if he preferred. ]
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[He's quite red himself. He doesn't have a problem with his demon self, his self esteem issues are fairly him orientated, but it is nice to be appreciated all the same.]
[He nods at that and despite the flush, there is a small smile on his face. Because it does sound nice. To not be left alone after. It sounded too cold and much like the dinner, he wanted it to feel a bit special at least.]
And.
What things would you like? I know the biting, but other things you enjoy that a novice might be able to do.
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[ As far as specifics... ]
[ She reaches out with the hand closest to him and loops her index finger through one of the belt loops on his jeans. Giving a very gentle tug, not enough to actually pull him away from what he's doing but letting him know she very much wants to. ]
I can show you what I like, as soon as you're done. [ Time to learn by doing. Tinker, if you will. ]
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[He looks up at the tug, blush getting more intense as well as the crackling of his hair.] R-right. [He swallows and quickly washes the last of the dishes, a mix of nervous and excited.]
[It only takes a minute or two to finish and wash up, letting his hands steam to dry away the water from them, it's more thorough than a towel, and looks to her.] Okay. I'm done, so we can....
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[ Then she aims to get his overthinking brain good and scrambled with the way she's kissing him and pressed up close. ]
[ After several long moments, she pulls back just barely enough to get in a quick word. ] You have something for your throat in the bedroom? I'm planning on you needing to burn off a lot of my blood.
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[There is that sparking euphoria as the brief contact turns to something firm and close and so much more. One that is intense and sends electricity through his nerves and he finds himself quickly melting into it. Only jumping a bit as his hands are grabbed, but dutifully move moves his hands to pull her closer, moving to rest on her lower back.]
[His eyes are lidded, face flushed, but want is clear all the same.] Yes. A few water bottles on the night stand. [He steps forward, pushing towards the bedroom, while still pressed against her.]
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[ She moves with him easily and without having to put an inch of space between them, thank you ridiculous genes. Not the only thing she'll be thanking them for tonight, she'd bet. ]
[ One arm remains around his shoulders while the other hand starts unfastening his shirt, she has much better plans for that neck than a high collar. She gives him another deep, intense kiss as they move toward the bedroom locked together, and then pulls back once more to look at him, her eyes already a burning golden red. ]
Then... tell me what you want. [ She says it in that commanding voice he likes, and by her dangerous smile she's going to insist on an answer. ]
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[He's panting softly when she pulls away, pupils dilating as he meets her eyes, remembering the meaning of red and gold. His hand reaches for the doorknob behind her.]
You. [His voice is a bit breathless, saying what he didn't before.] I want you to bite me. I want to touch you, feel more of you.
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[ If she's surprised by what he says, there's no sign of it. But her eyes do shine all the brighter and she leans close to murmur against his ear, still speaking in that voice that's impossible to deny -- not that she hopes he'd want to. ]
I'm yours, then. [ Then her head inclines to bear her neck for him, since her dress so conveniently allows for a bite and she's desperately impatient. One hand rests on the back of his neck to encourage him. ] Taste and touch and feel all you want.
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[He wants to be good.]
[He pushes open the door and his hand returns to her back as he pushes her inside. The room is nice and orderly, lit by several candles. Mood lightning never hurts, after all. (And okay, its also a trick for him to not singe his bed. He can avoid setting her on fire, not singeing his furniture is a whole other matter.)]
You're really good at that. [Tempting, drawing him in, seduction. One of those. All of them, probably.]
[He pushes her towards the bed, mouth moving to her neck, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin at first, his hands moving to her sides to push her to sit on the bed, quick to try and climb onto her lap.]
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I'm glad you think so. [ Her kind is built for seduction in all its forms. There's a vampire joke in there somewhere. ]
[ Rather than simply sit on the bed, Saya reclines on it, propped on her elbows, like she owns the place. Her burning eyes stand out all the more in the din of the candlelit room. She reaches out a hand, the movement flowingly casual, to pull him along with her, ideally so his weight is pressing down on her. She doesn't want any space between them. ]
[ And whether he follows or he doesn't, she tilts her head to bare her neck for him. ] I've been thinking about your bite for days.
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[Once they're settled, then he allows his hands to wander. Running up along her sides, down her back, keeping his nails blunted to run them down her back without ruining her dress.] I must admit, I did spend far too much time on theories of how I might make the marks linger. No solid ideas yet, but they do look quite pretty on you, for those brief moments.
[Its a quiet murmur against her skin, just below her ear as he nibbles on the skin there, before kissing his way down. The kisses firm, deliberate, a tease until he gets to the nape of her neck. Nuzzling it gently, a teasing affection for several long moments, until he opens his mouth wide. A light scrape of his teeth at first, before finally giving in and biting down hard, digging in deep after only a moment.]
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Did you? I wouldn't mind wearing your mark for however long you can get it to last. [ If he can get it to be permanent, her answer is the same. She'd never be ashamed of being close to someone, nor having others notice the evidence of it. She rolls her shoulders and shivers a bit at the way his hands move, particularly the soft scrape of his fingernails. ]
[ When he kisses her neck, she hums in such a way that the sound seems to curl around them, beckoning. And she looses a wavering sigh of impatience at his teasing, though she appreciates it actually, she likes anticipation games. But she likes it more when he bites, since she gasps and arches her back to press even closer. The hand not propping her up settles in his hair, easing out whatever's holding part of it back so she can stroke through it, her fingernails returning his tease as they brush his scalp and the back of his neck. ]
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