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[sangreine]

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 ]

[happydreamed]

I think I can, you're very - ah - distracting.

[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.]

[sangreine]

Likewise, but I expect you knew that.

[ 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.

[happydreamed]

[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.]

[sangreine]

[ Hmm, that is useful information. She draws her fingers up that line again, slowly, grazing him with her fingernails. ]

More than one reason to like you with the wings, I see.

[happydreamed]

I-I feel somehow that I've exposed a weakness I shouldn't have...

[He shivers, and his wings flap at nothing.]

[sangreine]

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 ]

[happydreamed]

I-I didn't say I disliked it-

[He shudders, breathless, and she's barely even touched him. Very sensitive, it seems.]

[sangreine]

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. ]

[happydreamed]

Ah, ahhh, Aliza-

[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.]

[sangreine]

[ 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.

[happydreamed]

The bed would be a much better location, yes.

[He tries to catch his breath while he can, holding her close.]

[sangreine]

[ 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. ]

[happydreamed]

[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.]

[sangreine]

[ 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. ]

[happydreamed]

[Thankfully he is much quicker about getting her corset off than the first time around, and he lightly caresses her chest the same way she teases his wings. Though the kiss is very distracting, in itself - it wouldn't be fair otherwise.]

[sangreine]

[ She lets out a sharp gasp against his mouth at his touch, her nerves much more reactive than usual in this state. Her kisses again move to his neck, baring her fangs against his skin, accidentally drawing a single drop of blood which she licks away. ]

Can I? [ She's thankful that she at least can wait to ask, it's a close call with her instincts screaming at her. ]

[happydreamed]

By all means.

[He wouldn't torment her by denying her when she's like this. That'd be beyond teasing and into just being mean.]

[sangreine]

[ How is he so wonderful and accommodating? She'll have to ponder it later, first she bites down hard just above his collarbone and groans loudly as she drinks, pressing into his touch. Everything is heightened like this, it could be very addictive if she doesn't watch herself. ]

[happydreamed]

[Doctor whimpers, the feeling of her biting down amplified by how worked up he already is. He rubs his thumbs over her skin, hoping to hear more lovely sounds from her.

Is he lightheaded from the drinking, or from how much she's teased him? Yes.]

[sangreine]

[ Forcing her fangs to withdrawal quickly is less a factor of fretting about hypoxia and more about wanting to get back to that teasing, though she's not about to waste his blood. She makes a series of keening sounds as she licks up the trickles, lower and louder than she typically gets. She's not human, after all, and never is it more clear than moments like this. ]

[ And she shivers at his touch, because she's eager for it and because it's his touch specifically, and because she's not all monster. ]

[happydreamed]

[She sounds wonderful, even if she doesn't sound quite human. She's not human, she's Alizarin.]

Aliza... [He squeezes gently, his breath hitching as she licks up the last drops of blood from his neck.]

[sangreine]

[ One last, satisfied sound as his blood has sadly stopped flowing, so she pulls back to lock her red-glowing eyes with his. She was made to be pleasing to the eye, but when she's hunting (in whatever sense) is when she truly shines. ]

Hmm~? [ She doesn't wait long for an answer, leaning in to kiss him again with her blood tinged lips. ]

[happydreamed]

Beautiful- [He's cut off by her kiss. The taste of blood lingers on her, metallic but not terribly off-putting.

His hands trail lower, tugging lightly at her skirt. Be more naked, please.]

[sangreine]

[ Chuckling against his mouth at his adorable insistence, she steps backwards off his lap and tugs off the rest of her clothes, gives them a swatting kick as if they were some buzzing pest. ]

[ Then she stretches languidly, arms unfurling overhead, watching him with her glowing predator's eyes. Shyness is not a quality she possesses most of the time, and when she's like this even less so. ]

[ This is where she'd usually give him a push onto his back, but with the wings that's not happening -- and she wouldn't be able to pet them if so, which she proceeds to do as she slides back onto the bed beside him. She tugs on his shoulder so he'll follow as she reclines onto the bed, liking the idea of stretching out with his wings looming over. ]