[He'll do his best. He feels akin to a stumbling baby deer, unsure how to find his footing. All of this is so new. To indulge is a strange concept. He leans on her to guide him as much as he attempts to guide her.]
[What a strange thing they have. Strange in the best of ways.]
[He smiles lightly into the kiss, his hand sliding to her ear.]
Now, then. Continue the massage? I hardly want you to be tense.
[Really, here he is, trying his best to keep himself ever stalwart. Ever professional. But this lady is sitting in his lap, laughing like that, with exposed shoulders and her bright dress riding up her hips.]
[He pulls back if only to pull up her other arm, as if to continue where he left off. But as his hands find her wrist and shoulder, he's bending his head against it. A kiss to a fingertip. Another down her finger. Yet another to her palm, sighing all the while.]
[As if he wants to drink her in.]
But....mm. [A kiss to the wrist, red eyes flitted to her face. The pain of so many years doesn't feel as powerful as it did even a week ago. A moment ago.] I'll be naughty, too.
[ each one remains like a brand, the deliberateness warming her fiercely as she watches him descend, heart and lungs stuttering as she hums her approval. cheeks beyond rosy, lips parted a bit when she wets them eagerly. ]
I said you could be unprofessional with me anytime, [ she replies breathlessly, her free hand playing with his shirt, ] you-- shouldn't wait for my say-so.
[ it's sweet that he does. malkuth does like it. does adore being asked and cared for like that, considered -- but he's allowed to do what he wants, too. it's
it's pretty hot, as a crude samurai she knows might put it, to be waited on. she doesn't hate it. it gives her something to tease with, caught wrist tilting to let her fingertips brush at his bangs. ]
So, does that mean I can be unprofessional with you in an alleyway? Against a wall? Anytime I want? Wow. That's a lot of power put in my hands. I could abuse it.
[His eyes crease - amused, of course, even as he sighs with the fingertips brushing through his hair. The follow-up question makes him think - does he like that? He always was the kind of person to shirk another's orders.]
[But he allows himself to imagine Malkuth pushing him around, commanding him this way and that, a queen to a loyal knight leashed to her hand, and he can't help but shiver.]
[Another kiss to that wrist, with a mild nibble.]
Hm. I wonder. Do you want to see what it would be like to order me around?
could be an abuse of power if she suddenly wasn't craving it so much. the rough of brick against her (back or front doesn't matter), his gravel voice in her ear, the careful way he'd hold her and move in her despite the way she'd like him to be slightly more lovingly cruel--
he shivers, she shudders a sigh. maybe she would like his hands elsewhere, his large fingers inside her. or even pressing hard against her thighs, threatening to bruise and never leaving a mark. ]
Y... Yes. If that's alright with you.
[ it might-- it would be fun, if dangerous in a way. exciting. malkuth's eyes light up and her cheeks deepen in their color, wondering what she could ask-- command. ]
[He's found himself a nasty little craving for that flush of her cheeks. It worms inside that self punishment, asking him to indulge. What he's had isn't enough. Does he deserve it? Maybe not. But to transmit the weight of his feeling to the image of pressing against her, feeling her gasp against his skin, legs tucked against his hips - could there be anything better?]
[For now he tilts his head, considering, before he kisses over the inside of her elbow with a little smile, pulling closer.]
I'll allow it. Command this old guide, Miss Malkuth. Ask what...you desire of me.
You're not that old, [ a little tease, shifting her legs against him as she
stares and thinks, wondering where to start. ] I'd like you to...
[ ... mmm. a sparkle in her eye as she lifts her free hand to the back of her neck and plays with the clasp there. it's just a small loop around a button, holding up this top piece of the dress.
easy enough to undo, the fabric around her neck loosening. just loosening though. she's careful not to let it fall too far, just enough to show the skin that'd been hidden there as her hand presses the rest to her chest, head tilting to the side to draw his gaze to the curve of her neck, her shoulder. ]
Here. Will you... I mean, I want you to kiss me here. I know you'll get there eventually, but I'm impatient when it comes to you.
[Just loosening, though. His eyes like beacons move to that light curve of her neck, the slight swell before her chest. How odd it is. He's lavished attention on other's before for that physical hit, that scratch to itch. He doesn't think he's ever sat and took the look of something like this in, before. He has a need to memorize it, to internally document every bare piece of skin that is offered to him. He wants to hold it in his memory, the brilliant eyes, the supple waist, the slender thighs, the soft arms.]
[Vergilius abandons her arm to lean in.]
Impatient, are you? I like that.
[So is he. He only nods, before his mouth fits over the skin she offers to him. He has been commanded. He kisses her. He nips her, slightly. He presses lips up to her jawline, burying the gesture into it along with a slow drag of teeth.]
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[He'll do his best. He feels akin to a stumbling baby deer, unsure how to find his footing. All of this is so new. To indulge is a strange concept. He leans on her to guide him as much as he attempts to guide her.]
[What a strange thing they have. Strange in the best of ways.]
[He smiles lightly into the kiss, his hand sliding to her ear.]
Now, then. Continue the massage? I hardly want you to be tense.
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The only tension I feel around you is anticipation. Care to add kisses to the mix?
[ be unprofessional. ]
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[Really, here he is, trying his best to keep himself ever stalwart. Ever professional. But this lady is sitting in his lap, laughing like that, with exposed shoulders and her bright dress riding up her hips.]
[He pulls back if only to pull up her other arm, as if to continue where he left off. But as his hands find her wrist and shoulder, he's bending his head against it. A kiss to a fingertip. Another down her finger. Yet another to her palm, sighing all the while.]
[As if he wants to drink her in.]
But....mm. [A kiss to the wrist, red eyes flitted to her face. The pain of so many years doesn't feel as powerful as it did even a week ago. A moment ago.] I'll be naughty, too.
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I said you could be unprofessional with me anytime, [ she replies breathlessly, her free hand playing with his shirt, ] you-- shouldn't wait for my say-so.
[ it's sweet that he does. malkuth does like it. does adore being asked and cared for like that, considered -- but he's allowed to do what he wants, too. it's
it's pretty hot, as a crude samurai she knows might put it, to be waited on. she doesn't hate it. it gives her something to tease with, caught wrist tilting to let her fingertips brush at his bangs. ]
Unless... you like that?
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[His eyes crease - amused, of course, even as he sighs with the fingertips brushing through his hair. The follow-up question makes him think - does he like that? He always was the kind of person to shirk another's orders.]
[But he allows himself to imagine Malkuth pushing him around, commanding him this way and that, a queen to a loyal knight leashed to her hand, and he can't help but shiver.]
[Another kiss to that wrist, with a mild nibble.]
Hm. I wonder. Do you want to see what it would be like to order me around?
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could be an abuse of power if she suddenly wasn't craving it so much. the rough of brick against her (back or front doesn't matter), his gravel voice in her ear, the careful way he'd hold her and move in her despite the way she'd like him to be slightly more lovingly cruel--
he shivers, she shudders a sigh. maybe she would like his hands elsewhere, his large fingers inside her. or even pressing hard against her thighs, threatening to bruise and never leaving a mark. ]
Y... Yes. If that's alright with you.
[ it might-- it would be fun, if dangerous in a way. exciting. malkuth's eyes light up and her cheeks deepen in their color, wondering what she could ask-- command. ]
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[He's found himself a nasty little craving for that flush of her cheeks. It worms inside that self punishment, asking him to indulge. What he's had isn't enough. Does he deserve it? Maybe not. But to transmit the weight of his feeling to the image of pressing against her, feeling her gasp against his skin, legs tucked against his hips - could there be anything better?]
[For now he tilts his head, considering, before he kisses over the inside of her elbow with a little smile, pulling closer.]
I'll allow it. Command this old guide, Miss Malkuth. Ask what...you desire of me.
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stares and thinks, wondering where to start. ] I'd like you to...
[ ... mmm. a sparkle in her eye as she lifts her free hand to the back of her neck and plays with the clasp there. it's just a small loop around a button, holding up this top piece of the dress.
easy enough to undo, the fabric around her neck loosening. just loosening though. she's careful not to let it fall too far, just enough to show the skin that'd been hidden there as her hand presses the rest to her chest, head tilting to the side to draw his gaze to the curve of her neck, her shoulder. ]
Here. Will you... I mean, I want you to kiss me here. I know you'll get there eventually, but I'm impatient when it comes to you.
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[Just loosening, though. His eyes like beacons move to that light curve of her neck, the slight swell before her chest. How odd it is. He's lavished attention on other's before for that physical hit, that scratch to itch. He doesn't think he's ever sat and took the look of something like this in, before. He has a need to memorize it, to internally document every bare piece of skin that is offered to him. He wants to hold it in his memory, the brilliant eyes, the supple waist, the slender thighs, the soft arms.]
[Vergilius abandons her arm to lean in.]
Impatient, are you? I like that.
[So is he. He only nods, before his mouth fits over the skin she offers to him. He has been commanded. He kisses her. He nips her, slightly. He presses lips up to her jawline, burying the gesture into it along with a slow drag of teeth.]