Alizarin: A much needed food fight with a friend Alizarin: We both needed to laugh for a while Alizarin: In related news, the Love Hotel has a trampoline room Alizarin: Did you want to spend time together? I'm all clean and sweet smelling!
[ She's already smiling when she opens the door but -- oh. Her eyes flare a brilliant red as soon as she sees those wings ]
You'd better take this view in very quickly.
[ She steps aside to let him see both the room, which is a cross between traditional Chinese and comfortable Western elements with a table and two floor pillows waiting before floor-to-ceiling picture windows, but what's really amazing is the view of the Chinese mountains just beyond it. ]
[ She holds off touching him, but it's not easy so he'd better appreciate it. ]
You wonderful man. [ If she sounds a bit breathless, that's not his imagination. Her species doesn't do well with confinement in any form, even when it's voluntary. ]
[ Pressing up against his side, she kisses her way up his neck, one hand wrapping his waist to pull him close and the other thoroughly exploring one of those fascinating wings, curious how much sensation he has in those. ]
Kindness isn't the thing I'm most experiencing in this moment.
[ She hums distractedly, teasing his neck with her fangs and the boned fingers of his wings with her nails. ]
Can you get my corset laces loose or do I need my hands for it? [ She'd much rather keep petting his wing if that's an option, but clothes are definitely not factoring into her immediate future plans ]
[ She pulls back just enough to shimmy her corset off and kick it away, mercifully her skirt is easier to manage, no Holy Grail needed and for once no teasing about any such thing. The hand on his wing swoops across the leathery underside and follows it back to where it's emerging from his back, her fingertip tracing the line where humanlike skin meets wing skin. ]
[ And her fangs get more insistent on his neck, but no biting, yet. She dearly hopes he won't mind if she does, despite that she doesn't really need more blood yet. ]
Get this [ she tugs on his shirt ] out of the way, if you please.
[The place where his wings connect to his back are by far the most sensitive, as evidenced when she draws a full-throated moan from him and his fingers briefly clench in her hair.]
That's... ah, as you wish.
[He hurries to divest himself of his shirt. Off with you, you're in the way.]
Shouldn't have is such a harsh assessment. As long as you like how it feels, that is.
[ Which he seems to, so she ducks under his wing so she's standing at his back. First she ruffles through his hair so she can kiss the nape of his neck, then she stoops down to huff a breath along that sensitive skin. ]
[ Yeah, she's more of a tease when her hunting instincts are activated, not sorry ]
Not exactly a ringing endorsement. Let's see what we can do about that, hm?
[ She proceeds to kiss her way along that meeting of skin and wing with parted lips, using her tongue to trace along. ]
[ This isn't wholly selfless, in fairness. Her mouth is unreasonably sensitive itself, and the wingskin on her lips is incredibly nice, so she makes a drawn-out sound of her own as her arms wrap around him and clutch him close. ]
[She'll have trouble getting a ringing endorsement out of him when she's making all his words dissolve into moans. His knees start to quiver, and she has about a couple seconds before his legs decide to give up on holding him up and take both of them to the floor.]
[ Its right about here that she decides they need a whole truckload of those potions ]
[ It's a pretty solid endorsement, though, and she tightens her hold to make sure he's not going to fall (he wouldn't take her down, however, in fact she could probably hold him upright on her own, but it's hardly what she's after). She does, however, withdraw her mouth and duck back under his wing so they're face to face, where she gives him a more conventional sort of kiss, eager but fairly brief. ]
I guess we should go to bed, if I'm going to do more of that. Which I certainly plan to.
[ She leaves his wings alone, but does busy herself by kissing his neck again and doing her best to get his belt off. Holding still is not in the cards, so she starts gently walking him back towards the bed. He won't be able to lay down, but he can sit on the edge of it well enough for her to climb on top of him, which is the plan if he cooperates. ]
[The belt is discarded and promptly forgotten about as Doctor takes a seat. He's more than happy to tug her down on top of him, especially if that puts her in reach of undoing the front clasp of her corset.]
[ And down she is tugged, onto her knees astride his lap, her arms sliding loosely around his shoulders so she can kiss him more urgently this time. She'll wait for him to get her corset off before she starts being too insistent again, but he'd best be quick about it. ]
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Re: Day 453, after game
Alizarin: Just finished washing chocolate and whipped cream out of my hair
Alizarin: I'd say don't ask but definitely ask
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Alizarin: We both needed to laugh for a while
Alizarin: In related news, the Love Hotel has a trampoline room
Alizarin: Did you want to spend time together? I'm all clean and sweet smelling!
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Dr. Doctor: I was going to invite you over, but now I'm curious about the love hotel. Decisions, decisions.
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Alizarin: I did find a room I'd like you to see, but it's not one of the funny ones. It's peaceful.
Alizarin: Perfect for tea
[ They, uh, won't have much time to explore once she sees him so ]
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[About fifteen minutes later, Doctor knocks on the love hotel door, his wings wiggling happily behind him.]
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[ She's already smiling when she opens the door but -- oh. Her eyes flare a brilliant red as soon as she sees those wings ]
You'd better take this view in very quickly.
[ She steps aside to let him see both the room, which is a cross between traditional Chinese and comfortable Western elements with a table and two floor pillows waiting before floor-to-ceiling picture windows, but what's really amazing is the view of the Chinese mountains just beyond it. ]
[ She holds off touching him, but it's not easy so he'd better appreciate it. ]
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[And it really is, but more importantly...]
Alright, I've taken it in. No need to hold yourself back.
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[ Pressing up against his side, she kisses her way up his neck, one hand wrapping his waist to pull him close and the other thoroughly exploring one of those fascinating wings, curious how much sensation he has in those. ]
They suit you incredibly well.
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You're too kind. [He tilts his head to give her more room on his neck, twining one of his hands in her hair.]
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[ She hums distractedly, teasing his neck with her fangs and the boned fingers of his wings with her nails. ]
Can you get my corset laces loose or do I need my hands for it? [ She'd much rather keep petting his wing if that's an option, but clothes are definitely not factoring into her immediate future plans ]
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[It's hard to work laces when you're being petted like this, but he does get her corset undone after a moment of fumbling.]
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[ She pulls back just enough to shimmy her corset off and kick it away, mercifully her skirt is easier to manage, no Holy Grail needed and for once no teasing about any such thing. The hand on his wing swoops across the leathery underside and follows it back to where it's emerging from his back, her fingertip tracing the line where humanlike skin meets wing skin. ]
[ And her fangs get more insistent on his neck, but no biting, yet. She dearly hopes he won't mind if she does, despite that she doesn't really need more blood yet. ]
Get this [ she tugs on his shirt ] out of the way, if you please.
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That's... ah, as you wish.
[He hurries to divest himself of his shirt. Off with you, you're in the way.]
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More than one reason to like you with the wings, I see.
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[He shivers, and his wings flap at nothing.]
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[ Which he seems to, so she ducks under his wing so she's standing at his back. First she ruffles through his hair so she can kiss the nape of his neck, then she stoops down to huff a breath along that sensitive skin. ]
[ Yeah, she's more of a tease when her hunting instincts are activated, not sorry ]
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[He shudders, breathless, and she's barely even touched him. Very sensitive, it seems.]
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[ She proceeds to kiss her way along that meeting of skin and wing with parted lips, using her tongue to trace along. ]
[ This isn't wholly selfless, in fairness. Her mouth is unreasonably sensitive itself, and the wingskin on her lips is incredibly nice, so she makes a drawn-out sound of her own as her arms wrap around him and clutch him close. ]
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[She'll have trouble getting a ringing endorsement out of him when she's making all his words dissolve into moans. His knees start to quiver, and she has about a couple seconds before his legs decide to give up on holding him up and take both of them to the floor.]
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[ It's a pretty solid endorsement, though, and she tightens her hold to make sure he's not going to fall (he wouldn't take her down, however, in fact she could probably hold him upright on her own, but it's hardly what she's after). She does, however, withdraw her mouth and duck back under his wing so they're face to face, where she gives him a more conventional sort of kiss, eager but fairly brief. ]
I guess we should go to bed, if I'm going to do more of that. Which I certainly plan to.
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[He tries to catch his breath while he can, holding her close.]
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