{ He wonders what it must've been like to be thrown into a world like this after being a self-aware entity with but a single line of backstory. To suddenly have all the options in front of them, to learn more than they could've ever imagined... it's not the first time he's pondered this, but it's still quite whelming each time.
While leaning back like this, he's not completely oblivious to her stares. Sure, it's not like he could see her actively doing it, but he doesn't doubt that her curiosity will cause those eyes to roam. He also just has that much confidence, unfortunately.
Movement from her end has him paying attention again, tipping his gaze back down at her. Which... only seems to go lower. His eyes snap up again when she asks her question, finding himself unable to stop that bit of incredulity that rises up within him.
But having nothing to go off of, he doesn't have much of a reason to turn down her offer. }
Sure. Where would you like to start?
{ He sits up slightly, resting his arm on the knee that's drawn to his chest in an expectant posture. }
[ She catches how his eyes seem to move, and at first she's unaware as to why. Being so incredibly not used to attention of any kind--hell, of being seen at all--she doesn't think much of it. Then she realizes. It's a bit scary, but it also makes the corners of her mouth quirk up. She was capable of a lot more than she knew.
Still, her cheeks redden at the attention, but it's nice. Nerve-racking, but nice. So of course it's something she needs to limit. Someone needs to balance out his, ahem, cockiness. ]
Your back. So turn around, please~
[ She may be being difficult, but she was incredibly intrigued by his back regardless. It was the first thing she'd gotten a good look at. She wanted the opportunity to explore it freely. Then maybe she could work her way up (or down) to other areas.
With anticipatory thrill, she squeezes some body wash onto the pouf and gets it sudsy, then readjusts so that he can better move into the space in front of her. The deeper she entered the unknown, the more it seemed to draw her in. Why had she ever been afraid to take the step in the first place? ]
And try not to move too much. I need to be thorough.
{ Even as he's trying not to stare too blatantly, he catches that smile and it's a bit of a relief. The last thing he wants is for this to turn into an awkward and unpleasant situation for either of them. He'd taken a bit of a chance with this and it just may be paying off.
On the contrary, Henry finds that this is the most logical of places to start. It's a place where he normally has trouble reaching on his own if he didn't have access to a scrubbing towel or a long-handled brush, so he obliges with her request with little complaint. He still recalls the way she touched his back and how it felt. }
Sure.
{ The water sloshes a little as he maneuvers about in the tub as gently as possible. With his back to her, he feels his heartrate pick up. As a person who looks over his shoulder constantly for those who may literally (or metaphorically) stab him in the back, it's still hard getting used to the feeling of purposely turning his back on someone. Especially when they ask him like that. He focuses on the sounds of the water, the soft bubbling and popping noises as she works the soup into a lather.... }
And why's that? It can't be that bad.
{ It's a silly offhand comment, mostly made to settle his own nerves. }
[ It's probably not helping that she doesn't start touching him immediately. She's too busy taking in every detail. Size. Shape. All the peaks and valleys. She bites her lower lip in anticipation. It's all hers to explore, fresh new territory for her eager mind.
Monika starts up at his neck, hesitantly at first, then with rapidly growing interest. She traces the lines of his muscles, breathing out softly at the feel. The movements make her recall the previous night and how he'd reacted when she gave him some gentle motivation with his tie. Her heart aches happily at the memory, the dull pain in her thigh another beautiful reminder of what had made him show how much he cared.
She leans forward, placing a barely there kiss to his neck, following it with softly scrubbing the skin. A question bubbles up in her mind, and never one to hold back, she decides to go for it. She already knows the answer, anyway, but she loves to hear it herself. ]
Can I ask you a question, darling?
[ Her hand comes around to his front to clean that area of his neck. Maybe it would draw out the terrifyingly intense and sweet side of him again. ]
{ He waits in anticipation. The way she eyes his back, he can practically feel it. He pulls his legs up comfortably so that he can rest his arms on his knees which only cause the define cuts and lines of his muscles to shift and flex rather attractively.
When she leans forward, he feels the warm puff of air from her breath. Even though his hair is a little went by the nape of his neck, he still feels them rise and her kiss leaves goosebumps in its wake. It was weirdly nice. Unexpected, but nice. }
Mm... { She demands that he doesn't ask questions because it's not nice, and there she goes, asking a question— though, now it makes more sense. Now the way his hair rises on his neck feels fully warranted. As a hand winds around his neck, she'll surely feel the way his Adam's apple bobs against her palm. Only she can ask him questions. }
I have. Once.
{ It's...complicated, though, when he thinks back on it. Was it really love? At least, if it had started out that way, it certainly didn't last. The topic is slightly bittersweet for him. }
[ Her eyes close for a moment in satisfaction. He's giving her so much with so little. His neck was such valuable territory. ]
It's a nice feeling, isn't it?
[ Monika presses closer, her arms snaking around his torso possessively, nails digging in figuratively and literally. Just a few minutes ago, she couldn't imagine even the thought of doing such an intimate thing, but it was easy to leap past fears and barriers when love was involved. He brings out so much good in her.
She holds him like that for a while, breathing unevenly as she gets her fill. Half of that might be from discovering how sensitive her breasts and nipples are as they slide against his damp skin. Mostly, though, it was just her doing her best to stay calm as she consumes him and his warmth without taking a single bite. ]
I had to learn it on my own. It changed my world once I did.
[ She soon relents, shifting back so that she can continue slowly mapping out her claims. Next to get focus are his shoulders and upper back, which he's got on such beautiful display for her. It doesn't take long for her to become distracted from cleaning him. She's more interested in touching whatever muscle she can come across to see how it feels and moves with her free hand. And his spine? Fascinating. ]
It gave me a reason to live.
[ And now? Even more so.
Her fingers travel through the dip between his shoulder blades. It's like she's trying to interpret a language only his skin can speak. ]
It's so beautiful. And powerful. I mean... [ Her hand slides back up to one side of his neck, fingers splaying across it, pressing lightly to feel his pulse. ] In the long run, it led me to you, didn't it?
{ He breathes in sharply as she presses against him. This is backfiring on him immensely. The texture of her skin, her chest, all of it presses into him and he feels a bit of self-control slipping. His fingers dig into his arm, trying his best to breathe quietly but failing. Failing only because she's this close, he can't hide anything from her.
Ah, probably all according to her last minute plan, no doubt. He's starting to catch on to the fact that she's always thinking ahead. When she loses a step, she finds a way to catch up and vault over that line.
The words that flow from her mouth, hovering around them, floating like the steam of the warm bath water start to meld together. They don't feel sinister per se, but the way her fingers search and seek out every little weak point on his body is... disconcerting. Exciting and disconcerting all at once. }
You believe it's fate.
{ Said like a fact, not like a question. Despite not being in his own game anymore, he still has strong ties to the idea of fate and destiny. He can't help it. His shoulder blades squeeze together when that tickling sensation runs down his spine. He tips his head back. His legs relax into a more comfortable position to try and offset the tension everywhere else. Everything happens all at once and he does his damned best to keep a lid on his reactions.
He grinds his teeth ever so slightly when her fingers press against his neck again. It's almost like the last straw, but not quite yet. Unable to stop himself this time, he grabs her wrist. A finger glides along the lifeline. }
[ Her idea of fate had come from a more insidious place, of having too much time with her thoughts. She's gotten so used to convincing herself anything good that happens is because of her. Anything bad? Everyone else. She's her own arbiter of fate. And fate always got her what she wanted. Easy to believe that when one erased anything from memory that contradicted that.
She smiles to herself when he grabs her wrist. There it is. His grip makes her shiver with pleasure. ]
And that's what makes it so good, isn't it? The power? The danger?
[ For the first time, her other hand goes under the water. She skips the middle of his back and aims right for his lower spine. After last night, she was getting addicted to the reactions she could pull out of him. The shot of power that came from it was stronger than any file editing ever had been.
Her fingers press harder, pushing through the pouf. If she couldn't use her other hand for exploration, the other would have to do. ]
Knowing that you're so inextricably connected to another person...
[ She trails off, sighing softly, shutting her eyes. He's not the only one pulled taut as a drum.
Her trembling fingers press into the top of his hip. She's creeping closer to the ultimate goal, what's been swirling through her mind for what feels like ages. He'd planted the seed there and it was aching to break through to the surface.
Just a few more inches forward. One little shift, one little movement. Then she'd be there. ]
{ He can't deny what she says rings of some truth. A sick and twisted truth that he also believes in just as much as she does and that makes it so much harder to control himself. His grip around her wrist tightens ever so slightly.
As she makes her way down his back, he stiffens at the contact. Perhaps in more ways than one, but it's not like she'd know that right off the bat. This truly must be a power trip for her.
All this talk about connection though, it makes him exhale. He tries to pull in his thoughts in an attempt to calm himself down. While he does feel a very deep connection to her, being reminded of it makes him want to back-pedal furiously. This could be a terrible mistake, toeing the line like this. It's a constant back-and-forth battle for him and especially with Monika, their little game makes him reluctant to cave (though he'd definitely reached that point last night).
Her fingers curling around his hip pulls him from his thoughts and he lets out a hot sigh, sharper than before. It's an involuntary sound, something that leaked out completely by surprise. He curses inwardly at himself. There's so much he wants, but he decides if anything does happen (if she's not just fucking with him again), it'll be her move.
That bit of anticipation itself is addicting. Maybe this is why he keeps up with these sort of games with her. }
It's all the risk that makes it worth experiencing, love.
{ His voice is soft, trying to hide the slight wavering quality of it. }
[ There's a barely there moan. The pouf shoots up and bobs on the surface of the water. She's given up on any pretense of cleaning him now. Love. It's amazing, the effect of that one little word.
Since she can't use both her arms to hold him in place, her thighs press in around him and surround his tightly. He gives her so much power to overcome her fears, just by being him. She'll forever be grateful for that. ]
I'll take any risks you want. I told you, my heart beats for you.
[ Holding her breath, her hand slowly glides closer, closer... She immediately draws back in surprise at her first touch of his cock, her held breath blowing out hard against his back. Even with all her confidence, she still had trouble believing she could turn him on in the slightest. Maybe because it was still so foreign? Or maybe it was from believing she'd never get this far with anyone, let alone him.
But she could. What a dangerous power.
With a sudden eagerness, she reaches forward again, wrapping her fingers around his length, touching and exploring with small, experimental movements. So much of her imagination is getting replaced with something tangible and real. She hardly knows how to react.
She shifts nearer, pulling her wrist out of his grip, because she has to be closer during a moment like this. Her cheek presses against his back, the remnants of suds further drawing out the texture of his skin. As she enjoys that, her now freed hand travels up and down his torso, playing with whatever scant hair she can find. The tension of his body also adds in an extra layer of intrigue, the peaks and dips in sharper focus.
He's been placed on an altar. She's worshipping his body, deifying him and his image. Again, the words that looped through her mind the night before play on a loop. He's hers. He's hers.
{ He'd been using that word as a term of endearment, but in this particular context, it sounds like he's referring to the word itself. Funny how that all works out. From his end, he can also feel the effects of such a thing ghosting across his skin as she's pressing closer. His heart pounds, still unsure if this is a fight-or-flight reaction or if he's genuinely excited by this in another way. Maybe it's both?
Her power over him and his power over her... there's a certain give and take, he thinks. He didn't even realize he'd given her anything, at least, not at first. It's still hard to remember that anything and everything he does or says is giving her something. The soft skin of her legs embrace him and god, it's taking all his will-power right now not to turn around and just...
He waits with bated breath as her fingers draw closer to the prize. It really shouldn't be such a big deal, he thinks with some amusement. He's had his body touched and worked open plenty of times being here and yet... and yet this tentative mapping of his body makes everything feel like it's on high alert.
When she barely grazes the sensitive skin he doesn't react— it's not so sensitive that ever little touch would get him gasping but once those fingers wrap around him he breathes heavily out his nose. Like a silent finally, a tiny sense of giving in to her.
His hand drops hers easily, letting her do as she pleases. The warmth of her body overtakes him, the bathwater now too lukewarm to provide the same amount of warmth. It's hard not to lean into it. Ever soft touch up and down his body causes the muscles to flex, everything in his body tensing in more ways than just the obvious as if fighting for dominance over what emotion he should be feeling. His hands curl around the rim of the bathroom on either side, just so he knows where they are.
It's not enough to get him very hard, at least for now. But it's getting there. This possessiveness will most certainly get him into hot water in the future. He knows this for a fact. The moment he'd uttered those words, words he can barely remember, he'd seal his fate. }
[ The world around them seems to fall away. Have a few minutes passed? An hour? Time's losing meaning, but for once not in a bad way. She could sit there forever, simply touching him. Funny how the games they played with each another kept leading to situations like this. Not that she'd ever complain about it.
Still, she wonders. Can he feel her steadily getting shakier? Can he tell how nervous she is underneath it all? Surely he can hear her heart beating, as loud as it seems to be. It's not just diving into unknown territory, but also his reactions. This had all started out with her forcefully taking what she wanted, but he keeps giving so much, he's overtaking her. It's getting more difficult to concentrate, especially with some new and very insistent throbbing between her legs.
Trying to hold on to some modicum of focus, more of her hand takes hold of his length until her palm has pressed in as well. She's finding the head interesting, her touches gentle but persistent. However, she's again becoming more interested in how he reacts with each stroke. If it's giving him pleasure. If he's enjoying himself.
Is she somehow putting her needs second for once? ]
Is this...okay?
[ She knows her inexperience is blaring like a foghorn. It took a lot of swallowing her pride to even ask the question. Better than completely making a fool of herself, though.
Her free hand shifts to his thigh. Something new and different to learn about in the meantime. ]
{ Maybe if he thinks back on this moment, he'll recall the thudding of their heartbeats bouncing off of each other as they're pressed close. He shaky hands sometimes tickling him as she strokes... but that's quelled rather easily when she grips him a little fuller into her hand.
The exploration of the tip as she rolls her fingers and heel of her palm against it makes his breathing pick up slightly. The question is almost a welcome one, finding that yes... there is something he definitely wants.
There is proper communication this time and not just a drunken instinct of him groping at her and tugging her into something she wasn't prepared for. }
Yes, quite— { Inexperience or no, he doesn't mind. His own pride sits on the balance as well, should he forget to mind his step. Finally gathering himself properly, his hand dips under the cooling bath water and rests atop of hers- both of them- and turns in his seat. She can finally see how much her touch had effected him, the incredible teasing of it all sending a heated pink scrawl across his cheeks. }
I want to get out of this tub...
{ There's an obvious deeper meaning to it, as he's staring at her intensely. His fingers wrap around her wrist and he shifts into an uncomfortable kneeling position so he's fully facing her. His arousal bobs along the surface, still in quite the state. }
...and I want to show you something. If you'll allow it.
{ A slight grin, as if he's expecting resistance from her end if he's not careful with his words. }
[ Her mouth immediately opens to protest once his hands stop her progress, but nothing comes out beyond a soft, uncertain noise. By the time she'd been ready to speak, he'd turned around, putting himself on display and freezing her in place.
It's then she realizes just how much she'd continued to leave things to her imagination. It was one thing to feel around from behind and let her hands do the seeing. It was another when everything was there right before her eyes. Is more than just her face red? Her entire body must be. She swears it is.
Monika breathes unevenly, her thighs twitching. She wants to squeeze them together. Maybe it'd stop the pressure that keeps building between them. ]
U-Um...
[ She knows she's supposed to be responding, but she cannot stop staring. Every time her eyes dart up to his face for a few seconds, trying to resist going lower, it's not long before they've slipped right back down. This was different from the quick flash she'd gotten when they'd first entered the bathtub. Before, it'd seemed like there was still some invisible barrier that she'd put up between them, one that kept the concept of them doing anything beyond having an awkward bath firmly out of the realm of possibility. Now, he's burst through. More choices had become clear. They were advancing down a perilous path. ]
Um. Yeah. Okay.
[ That wasn't quite what she meant to say, but she doesn't think she could've managed any attempt at resistence. It's like she'd gone from exploring the wilderness to getting thrown onto a completely different planet. Absolutely terrifying, but it'd be asinine to turn down the prospect.
Her voice softens as her eyes finally manage to stay locked on his. Even if what lies ahead is a mystery, pulling her heart into a frenzy, her gaze is heavy with desire. ]
{ He keeps a careful watch as she squirms in her seat. The type of discomfort is important to note as he doesn't want a repeat of last night. She still seems to be struggling with something, but he can only assume it has something to do with his current... affliction.
In the end, that permission is delicious and music to his ears. He's not about to go gung-ho on a virgin, but it's certainly difficult to rein back the excitement. It shows in the dilation of his eyes, icy blues darkening immediately as she finally meets his gaze properly.
The attention between his legs had been rather amusing, though, he can't deny that. There's no way she could also miss the shit-eating grin on his face (however brief it was) when she'd finished faltering over seeing his cock. It's probably a good time to note that he's not particularly large or small, just right in the middle. }
Come on.
{ His voice is gentle as he starts to get up, pulling her up with him. While she does have an amazing body, his gazes are brief and casual, mostly focused on trying not to slip. He'll have plenty of time to observe later. As he steps out of the tub, he remains perfectly shameless about his state and offers her a towel first. }
[ And so, the scales had tipped back in his favor. But she'd gladly let him hold the reins so that her trip into terra incognita wasn't too hair-raising. And perhaps, later on, when she's more herself, she'll give him a proper amount of crap for being so him about this all. ]
Thank you. Y-Yeah, I am.
[ It's not until after he's given her a towel that her brain starts to catch up some. She'd caught a few of his glances at her before remembering, oh yes, she's super nude. Easy to forget a tiny detail like that when someone had a giant STARE HERE sign flashing on their body in her peripheral vision.
Monika dries herself off, trying not to be self-conscious about it. Even after all this time, she wasn't used to the concept of having a naked body. But whenever she did take the time to look at herself, she couldn't help noting how being drawn to look like a perfectly beautiful character in a game had translated over into her new self. Uncanny, but nice. She hoped he liked it, at least.
Once she's done drying off somewhat haphazardly, she puts the towel aside and heads out of the bathroom ahead of him. For one, she needed to move her things out of the way. But mostly, she needed an excuse to stop blatantly watching him.
But her dizzying thoughts about him only get replaced with different ones as the bed looms in front of her. This was another big step. It'd be okay, though, right? They probably wouldn't go very far. Naked people didn't always share a bed for...well. Because that wasn't happening yet. The moment wasn't perfect like it was supposed to be. Music wasn't even playing! So, yeah. It's fine.
She takes a seat, unconsciously crossing her arms. This is fine. All that tension and persistent slipperiness she'd felt as she walked was perfectly fine.
The intense way he'd looked at her after agreeing to this flashes through her mind. Yes. Just. Fine. ]
{ Back and forth they go, this seemingly neverending game that keeps moving its goalposts further and further back. Though maybe it feels more like... once a certain point has been met, they simply find new things to strive towards? Whatever it is, it keeps things fun. Fresh. He can't get enough.
He watches her from behind as he finishes toweling himself off. Briefly, he hooks his finger around the base and tries to fight down the arousal, trying to will himself to a more manageable state. It works well enough for the most part. At least when he starts walking, it won't be a throbbed reminder of how just a few tentative and nervous strokes brought him to such a state.
As he sees her perched a bit precariously on the edge of the bed, he tries to shake out the tension in his frame. It'sdifficult to predict what will happen next }
Not quite how you imagined things going tonight, right?
{ It sounds like it could be teasing, but it does seem a tiny bit genuine. He comes around to her side, not sitting down but standing a bit off to the side of her. Just barely in her peripherals and turned away just enough that she can't see all too much. Just a bit. She'll at least be able to tell her handiwork as went away...for now. }
[ She looks in his direction, laughing weakly. ] I never know what to expect with you.
[ In contrast, there's no possible hint of teasing from her. It's a more deeply honest response than she'd normally give, but oh well. She's currently not working with all of her brain.
She takes a moment to give him a closer once over. An eyebrow goes up when she sees the change in him. Part of her is weirdly relieved, but is there disappointment there, too? She's not sure. Probably for the best, though. This room didn't even have candles lit. Something else to go onto the imperfect time list.
What she does know is that having him standing up over her is setting off her nerves. He always seems so much more intimidating and powerful that way, even more so with his clothes off. It was probably on purpose, knowing him...
Her hands fall to her sides to grasp the sheets tightly, and she does her best to control her breathing. She wants to take back a little power for herself, but she can't seem to will herself to do anything. This situation is way too far out of her wheelhouse. ]
You started this. Just for the record.
[ There. Better. At least she had a snappy retort left in her. ]
{ Expectations versus reality aside, he doesn't know what she expects at all, naturally. What do young girls think when they think about their first times? It's not something he actively thinks about but especially in her case he's much more inquisitive. She's a rather special case.
Or maybe she's really not all that different after all. He won't know for sure until they get there.
So yeah, probably no candles or rose petals or any of that silly romance novel cliché nonsense. }
Perhaps.
{ To which he now draws close to her, leaning down and brushing his hand under her chin to tip her face up. If he lets her, his hands brush up her neck and rest around it and her jawline. A thumb pushes a stray wet strand of hair from her cheek. }
And you're still going along with it.
{ Close enough for lips to touch, but he doesn't quite bridge that gap yet. His eyelids are low, nearly closed as he watches her, waiting to see if she'll be willing to accept his next move. Always curious to see what she'll do or say next. }
[ There's a stuttered gasp as he draws nearer. Oh God. It's happening, isn't it? No, probably not. But probably yes. Maybe? No. Yes?! She makes a small noise. Her brain's frazzled. And she's definitely wondering where the rose petals are. Perhaps hidden in the ceiling? ]
I'm helping you get better. Not going along with anything.
[ Even as he touches her so sweetly, even as they're a whisper apart, she fights for her own version of reality. Feebly, though. Her fighting spirit is close to waving a white flag.
There's a long silence where all she can do is shakily breathe as her green eyes become lost in his nearly hidden pools of blue. He's so perfect, it's painful. ]
I'm...I'm...
[ Whatever her words were meant to be, they disappear. Maybe the moment wasn't perfect, and of course that bothered her deep down. But he was there, heavenly and beautiful, a maddening, thrilling, ethereal soul. For once, that was enough.
The decision was made.
Her hands fly up to clutch his cheeks and she meets his mouth with intense fervor. He'd built her up for what's felt like eons, gotten her so completely consumed with burning desire. There's no controlling herself anymore. She's giving in. This victory goes to him.
{ Watching someone breakdown like this mentally and perhaps even physically is a strangely satisfying feeling. He should feel bad. Most people would agree that he should feel very bad for doing this, but...
If she doesn't want to, he's not going to force her. That's just not how he does things. The greatest motivation here is her own willingness and seeing how much she wants to fight it for some arbitrary reason. To see if she can overcome that somehow... or maybe 'overcome' isn't the word here. Perhaps to dismiss it altogether, make it meaningless in the grand scheme of things.
His eyes light up as she grabs him, and fights the urge to grin viciously into the kiss. Victorious this round.
As she latches onto him, his arms wind around her and presses her close to him. She's soft, curvy in all the right places, perfectly modeled like he would expect a VN character to be modeled and the translation from that to this... it's almost unfair. While he could probably say the same about himself, he served a specific purpose with his body type as well. Lean but toned, easy to slim down in a suit to fit a particular character type.
His other hand slides under her ass, just grazing it barely before latching under her thigh. Before she can protest, he pushes her up further onto the bed. Whenever lips disconnect, he's diving back in again, open-mouthed kisses growing more intense with each passing second. His legs straddle her thighs, which would not be his usual modus operandi, but he's not planning to make this an uncomfortable moment. Whenever she gives him a chance, he'll pull back slightly, breathing heavily and face flushed. }
I said I would show you something, didn't I?
{ It's a soft suggestion. His hands cup her jawline and neck, waiting again. }
[ In mere seconds, everything's swirled into a giant whirlwind of new sensations and experiences. Immediately, she's overwhelmed, her chest heaving with every strained moan that escapes her. Each time she thinks she can manage to catch hold of controlling herself, it slips through her fingers. Ugh, this incorrigible jerk of a man!
As he pulls her up onto the bed, she can feel herself slipping even further. More and more stands of hair slide free of her bun, adding to the sense of losing herself. It's almost scary how little she finds herself not caring, though. His hands, his body, his mouth, his everything. None will give her a break. There'd be no protesting for once.
When he finally relents, lets her have a blessed moment to recover, it looks like she's just finished two marathons. Her brain takes a while to get up to speed and take in all that happened in so short a time. He has to know what he's doing, doesn't he? He must know how every single thing he does is new to her and therefore a million times more powerful than normal. Like, she swears she can still feel his handprint lingering on her thigh. Or maybe that's just because she'd become instantly obsessed with him touching her there? So many questions. ]
You did.
[ Her reply is small and breathless, her eyelids heavy as she gazes up at him. He has her feeling so comfortably trapped under his body. And his hands... She swallows hard beneath his grasp. A suggestive voice in her head is wondering what it'd be like if he squeezed, just a little. She'd already become addicted to him showing his love with pain. Her fingers brush over the backs of his hands as she briefly indulges in imagining it, using the light stinging of her lips left behind from his kisses to add fuel to the fire. ]
{ He takes a moment to observe. Her reactions are beautiful, all earnest and heated, the bright pink flush all over her face and her ears bringing about a heat of his own in his gut.
She'd be right in knowing that he does know what he's doing. He's even keeping it rather vanilla lest she explode from the sheer pleasure of it all (though this is just something he gathers from visual cues). He knows his effect on people. The words he chooses, the looks he curates for each and every potential partner he has, it's all very deliberate. It's rare he acts on pure emotion alone. }
Alright. { Continuing the hushed tone, he brushes his thumb against her cheek almost affectionately. Make her a little comfortable before he gets to the main event. Or maybe make her more nervous, he isn't 100% sure yet. That's what makes this encounter so fascinating... he's not sure how his actions will make her react.
Smoothing his hands down to her shoulders, he eases her onto her back should she not fight him. }
It'll take a moment, but it'll be well worth it. Promise.
{ He doesn't even fight the last second conspiratorial smile that spreads across his face. }
[ Suddenly, her throat is struggling to work properly. It's like she's trying to gulp down sawdust. This anticipation is bound to kill her. ]
Are you...sure about that?
[ Her brow tightens as his thumb slides against her cheek. He's driving her absolutely bonkers. Maybe she didn't have to prepare herself for an imperfect first time after all? Or maybe it was all a ruse. Or that's what he wants her to think! Her mind keeps going back and forth, unable to settle on what's more likely.
And then that smile of his. God help her.
Eventually, she groans from a mountain of pent up frustration, her hips involuntarily and uselessly bucking under him. Her body was simultaneously yearning for more and not expecting anything. This absolutely incorrigible, maddening, cruel jerk of an evil man. ]
{ Oh, girl. It's definitely going be an imperfect something but not quite in the way she may imagine. He continues to smile, letting out a breath of...satisfaction? Probably a smug sort of satisfaction, let's be real here.
Her stuttering and frustration makes him feel so evil. He's not sure he enjoys it for prolonged periods of time, but for a brief minute, he revels in it. His hands grip both her wrists, pulling her arms up slightly and mapping out her body with his eyes. It's an intense and almost invasive sort of once-over. }
No, not at all.
{ If anything, his tone is sure and confident. He won't leave her hanging.
His head lowers to press a kiss to her collar bone, creating a small trail towards the center where it dips into her throat. A deep kiss there, a twitch of his fingers against her delicate wrist bones. }
I'm a man of my word.
{ Still pressing his lips to her skin, he glances up and her. The position doesn't allow him to hang onto her wrists for long, so they're joining him in their tactile worship of her body. Everything is so smooth, surreal, like she hasn't experienced a single tan or wrinkle in her entire life. Which, in this case, she hasn't. But it's still skin, real skin, and he can taste her— specifically her— as he continues.
He purposely seems to avoid her breasts however, as he presses more kisses down her sternum and towards her belly button. Fingers drag down the same path, curving under the mound of one side of her chest and instead tracing her ribs as they press against her skin with each heaving breath. He's more interested in how her bones and muscles feel under his hands. He'll have plenty of opportunities to explore the more obvious parts of her soon enough. }
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Date: 1/16/21 05:53 am (UTC)While leaning back like this, he's not completely oblivious to her stares. Sure, it's not like he could see her actively doing it, but he doesn't doubt that her curiosity will cause those eyes to roam. He also just has that much confidence, unfortunately.
Movement from her end has him paying attention again, tipping his gaze back down at her. Which... only seems to go lower. His eyes snap up again when she asks her question, finding himself unable to stop that bit of incredulity that rises up within him.
But having nothing to go off of, he doesn't have much of a reason to turn down her offer. }
Sure. Where would you like to start?
{ He sits up slightly, resting his arm on the knee that's drawn to his chest in an expectant posture. }
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Date: 1/16/21 06:24 am (UTC)Still, her cheeks redden at the attention, but it's nice. Nerve-racking, but nice. So of course it's something she needs to limit. Someone needs to balance out his, ahem, cockiness. ]
Your back. So turn around, please~
[ She may be being difficult, but she was incredibly intrigued by his back regardless. It was the first thing she'd gotten a good look at. She wanted the opportunity to explore it freely. Then maybe she could work her way up (or down) to other areas.
With anticipatory thrill, she squeezes some body wash onto the pouf and gets it sudsy, then readjusts so that he can better move into the space in front of her. The deeper she entered the unknown, the more it seemed to draw her in. Why had she ever been afraid to take the step in the first place? ]
And try not to move too much. I need to be thorough.
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Date: 1/17/21 04:43 am (UTC)On the contrary, Henry finds that this is the most logical of places to start. It's a place where he normally has trouble reaching on his own if he didn't have access to a scrubbing towel or a long-handled brush, so he obliges with her request with little complaint. He still recalls the way she touched his back and how it felt. }
Sure.
{ The water sloshes a little as he maneuvers about in the tub as gently as possible. With his back to her, he feels his heartrate pick up. As a person who looks over his shoulder constantly for those who may literally (or metaphorically) stab him in the back, it's still hard getting used to the feeling of purposely turning his back on someone. Especially when they ask him like that. He focuses on the sounds of the water, the soft bubbling and popping noises as she works the soup into a lather.... }
And why's that? It can't be that bad.
{ It's a silly offhand comment, mostly made to settle his own nerves. }
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Date: 1/17/21 07:00 am (UTC)[ It's probably not helping that she doesn't start touching him immediately. She's too busy taking in every detail. Size. Shape. All the peaks and valleys. She bites her lower lip in anticipation. It's all hers to explore, fresh new territory for her eager mind.
Monika starts up at his neck, hesitantly at first, then with rapidly growing interest. She traces the lines of his muscles, breathing out softly at the feel. The movements make her recall the previous night and how he'd reacted when she gave him some gentle motivation with his tie. Her heart aches happily at the memory, the dull pain in her thigh another beautiful reminder of what had made him show how much he cared.
She leans forward, placing a barely there kiss to his neck, following it with softly scrubbing the skin. A question bubbles up in her mind, and never one to hold back, she decides to go for it. She already knows the answer, anyway, but she loves to hear it herself. ]
Can I ask you a question, darling?
[ Her hand comes around to his front to clean that area of his neck. Maybe it would draw out the terrifyingly intense and sweet side of him again. ]
Have you ever been in love?
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Date: 1/17/21 06:10 pm (UTC)When she leans forward, he feels the warm puff of air from her breath. Even though his hair is a little went by the nape of his neck, he still feels them rise and her kiss leaves goosebumps in its wake. It was weirdly nice. Unexpected, but nice. }
Mm... { She demands that he doesn't ask questions because it's not nice, and there she goes, asking a question— though, now it makes more sense. Now the way his hair rises on his neck feels fully warranted. As a hand winds around his neck, she'll surely feel the way his Adam's apple bobs against her palm. Only she can ask him questions. }
I have. Once.
{ It's...complicated, though, when he thinks back on it. Was it really love? At least, if it had started out that way, it certainly didn't last. The topic is slightly bittersweet for him. }
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Date: 1/17/21 08:51 pm (UTC)It's a nice feeling, isn't it?
[ Monika presses closer, her arms snaking around his torso possessively, nails digging in figuratively and literally. Just a few minutes ago, she couldn't imagine even the thought of doing such an intimate thing, but it was easy to leap past fears and barriers when love was involved. He brings out so much good in her.
She holds him like that for a while, breathing unevenly as she gets her fill. Half of that might be from discovering how sensitive her breasts and nipples are as they slide against his damp skin. Mostly, though, it was just her doing her best to stay calm as she consumes him and his warmth without taking a single bite. ]
I had to learn it on my own. It changed my world once I did.
[ She soon relents, shifting back so that she can continue slowly mapping out her claims. Next to get focus are his shoulders and upper back, which he's got on such beautiful display for her. It doesn't take long for her to become distracted from cleaning him. She's more interested in touching whatever muscle she can come across to see how it feels and moves with her free hand. And his spine? Fascinating. ]
It gave me a reason to live.
[ And now? Even more so.
Her fingers travel through the dip between his shoulder blades. It's like she's trying to interpret a language only his skin can speak. ]
It's so beautiful. And powerful. I mean... [ Her hand slides back up to one side of his neck, fingers splaying across it, pressing lightly to feel his pulse. ] In the long run, it led me to you, didn't it?
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Date: 1/18/21 04:05 am (UTC)Ah, probably all according to her last minute plan, no doubt. He's starting to catch on to the fact that she's always thinking ahead. When she loses a step, she finds a way to catch up and vault over that line.
The words that flow from her mouth, hovering around them, floating like the steam of the warm bath water start to meld together. They don't feel sinister per se, but the way her fingers search and seek out every little weak point on his body is... disconcerting. Exciting and disconcerting all at once. }
You believe it's fate.
{ Said like a fact, not like a question. Despite not being in his own game anymore, he still has strong ties to the idea of fate and destiny. He can't help it. His shoulder blades squeeze together when that tickling sensation runs down his spine. He tips his head back. His legs relax into a more comfortable position to try and offset the tension everywhere else. Everything happens all at once and he does his damned best to keep a lid on his reactions.
He grinds his teeth ever so slightly when her fingers press against his neck again. It's almost like the last straw, but not quite yet. Unable to stop himself this time, he grabs her wrist. A finger glides along the lifeline. }
Powerful and often times dangerous.
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Date: 1/18/21 05:40 am (UTC)[ Her idea of fate had come from a more insidious place, of having too much time with her thoughts. She's gotten so used to convincing herself anything good that happens is because of her. Anything bad? Everyone else. She's her own arbiter of fate. And fate always got her what she wanted. Easy to believe that when one erased anything from memory that contradicted that.
She smiles to herself when he grabs her wrist. There it is. His grip makes her shiver with pleasure. ]
And that's what makes it so good, isn't it? The power? The danger?
[ For the first time, her other hand goes under the water. She skips the middle of his back and aims right for his lower spine. After last night, she was getting addicted to the reactions she could pull out of him. The shot of power that came from it was stronger than any file editing ever had been.
Her fingers press harder, pushing through the pouf. If she couldn't use her other hand for exploration, the other would have to do. ]
Knowing that you're so inextricably connected to another person...
[ She trails off, sighing softly, shutting her eyes. He's not the only one pulled taut as a drum.
Her trembling fingers press into the top of his hip. She's creeping closer to the ultimate goal, what's been swirling through her mind for what feels like ages. He'd planted the seed there and it was aching to break through to the surface.
Just a few more inches forward. One little shift, one little movement. Then she'd be there. ]
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Date: 1/18/21 08:10 am (UTC)As she makes her way down his back, he stiffens at the contact. Perhaps in more ways than one, but it's not like she'd know that right off the bat. This truly must be a power trip for her.
All this talk about connection though, it makes him exhale. He tries to pull in his thoughts in an attempt to calm himself down. While he does feel a very deep connection to her, being reminded of it makes him want to back-pedal furiously. This could be a terrible mistake, toeing the line like this. It's a constant back-and-forth battle for him and especially with Monika, their little game makes him reluctant to cave (though he'd definitely reached that point last night).
Her fingers curling around his hip pulls him from his thoughts and he lets out a hot sigh, sharper than before. It's an involuntary sound, something that leaked out completely by surprise. He curses inwardly at himself. There's so much he wants, but he decides if anything does happen (if she's not just fucking with him again), it'll be her move.
That bit of anticipation itself is addicting. Maybe this is why he keeps up with these sort of games with her. }
It's all the risk that makes it worth experiencing, love.
{ His voice is soft, trying to hide the slight wavering quality of it. }
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Date: 1/18/21 10:14 am (UTC)Since she can't use both her arms to hold him in place, her thighs press in around him and surround his tightly. He gives her so much power to overcome her fears, just by being him. She'll forever be grateful for that. ]
I'll take any risks you want. I told you, my heart beats for you.
[ Holding her breath, her hand slowly glides closer, closer... She immediately draws back in surprise at her first touch of his cock, her held breath blowing out hard against his back. Even with all her confidence, she still had trouble believing she could turn him on in the slightest. Maybe because it was still so foreign? Or maybe it was from believing she'd never get this far with anyone, let alone him.
But she could. What a dangerous power.
With a sudden eagerness, she reaches forward again, wrapping her fingers around his length, touching and exploring with small, experimental movements. So much of her imagination is getting replaced with something tangible and real. She hardly knows how to react.
She shifts nearer, pulling her wrist out of his grip, because she has to be closer during a moment like this. Her cheek presses against his back, the remnants of suds further drawing out the texture of his skin. As she enjoys that, her now freed hand travels up and down his torso, playing with whatever scant hair she can find. The tension of his body also adds in an extra layer of intrigue, the peaks and dips in sharper focus.
He's been placed on an altar. She's worshipping his body, deifying him and his image. Again, the words that looped through her mind the night before play on a loop. He's hers. He's hers.
And he always will be. ]
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Date: 1/18/21 03:14 pm (UTC)Her power over him and his power over her... there's a certain give and take, he thinks. He didn't even realize he'd given her anything, at least, not at first. It's still hard to remember that anything and everything he does or says is giving her something. The soft skin of her legs embrace him and god, it's taking all his will-power right now not to turn around and just...
He waits with bated breath as her fingers draw closer to the prize. It really shouldn't be such a big deal, he thinks with some amusement. He's had his body touched and worked open plenty of times being here and yet... and yet this tentative mapping of his body makes everything feel like it's on high alert.
When she barely grazes the sensitive skin he doesn't react— it's not so sensitive that ever little touch would get him gasping but once those fingers wrap around him he breathes heavily out his nose. Like a silent finally, a tiny sense of giving in to her.
His hand drops hers easily, letting her do as she pleases. The warmth of her body overtakes him, the bathwater now too lukewarm to provide the same amount of warmth. It's hard not to lean into it. Ever soft touch up and down his body causes the muscles to flex, everything in his body tensing in more ways than just the obvious as if fighting for dominance over what emotion he should be feeling. His hands curl around the rim of the bathroom on either side, just so he knows where they are.
It's not enough to get him very hard, at least for now. But it's getting there. This possessiveness will most certainly get him into hot water in the future. He knows this for a fact. The moment he'd uttered those words, words he can barely remember, he'd seal his fate. }
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Date: 1/18/21 07:19 pm (UTC)Still, she wonders. Can he feel her steadily getting shakier? Can he tell how nervous she is underneath it all? Surely he can hear her heart beating, as loud as it seems to be. It's not just diving into unknown territory, but also his reactions. This had all started out with her forcefully taking what she wanted, but he keeps giving so much, he's overtaking her. It's getting more difficult to concentrate, especially with some new and very insistent throbbing between her legs.
Trying to hold on to some modicum of focus, more of her hand takes hold of his length until her palm has pressed in as well. She's finding the head interesting, her touches gentle but persistent. However, she's again becoming more interested in how he reacts with each stroke. If it's giving him pleasure. If he's enjoying himself.
Is she somehow putting her needs second for once? ]
Is this...okay?
[ She knows her inexperience is blaring like a foghorn. It took a lot of swallowing her pride to even ask the question. Better than completely making a fool of herself, though.
Her free hand shifts to his thigh. Something new and different to learn about in the meantime. ]
Tell me what you want.
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Date: 1/18/21 10:00 pm (UTC)The exploration of the tip as she rolls her fingers and heel of her palm against it makes his breathing pick up slightly. The question is almost a welcome one, finding that yes... there is something he definitely wants.
There is proper communication this time and not just a drunken instinct of him groping at her and tugging her into something she wasn't prepared for. }
Yes, quite— { Inexperience or no, he doesn't mind. His own pride sits on the balance as well, should he forget to mind his step. Finally gathering himself properly, his hand dips under the cooling bath water and rests atop of hers- both of them- and turns in his seat. She can finally see how much her touch had effected him, the incredible teasing of it all sending a heated pink scrawl across his cheeks. }
I want to get out of this tub...
{ There's an obvious deeper meaning to it, as he's staring at her intensely. His fingers wrap around her wrist and he shifts into an uncomfortable kneeling position so he's fully facing her. His arousal bobs along the surface, still in quite the state. }
...and I want to show you something. If you'll allow it.
{ A slight grin, as if he's expecting resistance from her end if he's not careful with his words. }
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Date: 1/18/21 11:23 pm (UTC)It's then she realizes just how much she'd continued to leave things to her imagination. It was one thing to feel around from behind and let her hands do the seeing. It was another when everything was there right before her eyes. Is more than just her face red? Her entire body must be. She swears it is.
Monika breathes unevenly, her thighs twitching. She wants to squeeze them together. Maybe it'd stop the pressure that keeps building between them. ]
U-Um...
[ She knows she's supposed to be responding, but she cannot stop staring. Every time her eyes dart up to his face for a few seconds, trying to resist going lower, it's not long before they've slipped right back down. This was different from the quick flash she'd gotten when they'd first entered the bathtub. Before, it'd seemed like there was still some invisible barrier that she'd put up between them, one that kept the concept of them doing anything beyond having an awkward bath firmly out of the realm of possibility. Now, he's burst through. More choices had become clear. They were advancing down a perilous path. ]
Um. Yeah. Okay.
[ That wasn't quite what she meant to say, but she doesn't think she could've managed any attempt at resistence. It's like she'd gone from exploring the wilderness to getting thrown onto a completely different planet. Absolutely terrifying, but it'd be asinine to turn down the prospect.
Her voice softens as her eyes finally manage to stay locked on his. Even if what lies ahead is a mystery, pulling her heart into a frenzy, her gaze is heavy with desire. ]
Anything you want, darling.
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Date: 1/19/21 02:24 am (UTC)In the end, that permission is delicious and music to his ears. He's not about to go gung-ho on a virgin, but it's certainly difficult to rein back the excitement. It shows in the dilation of his eyes, icy blues darkening immediately as she finally meets his gaze properly.
The attention between his legs had been rather amusing, though, he can't deny that. There's no way she could also miss the shit-eating grin on his face (however brief it was) when she'd finished faltering over seeing his cock. It's probably a good time to note that he's not particularly large or small, just right in the middle. }
Come on.
{ His voice is gentle as he starts to get up, pulling her up with him. While she does have an amazing body, his gazes are brief and casual, mostly focused on trying not to slip. He'll have plenty of time to observe later. As he steps out of the tub, he remains perfectly shameless about his state and offers her a towel first. }
Are you alright with moving things to the bed?
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Date: 1/19/21 03:49 am (UTC)Thank you. Y-Yeah, I am.
[ It's not until after he's given her a towel that her brain starts to catch up some. She'd caught a few of his glances at her before remembering, oh yes, she's super nude. Easy to forget a tiny detail like that when someone had a giant STARE HERE sign flashing on their body in her peripheral vision.
Monika dries herself off, trying not to be self-conscious about it. Even after all this time, she wasn't used to the concept of having a naked body. But whenever she did take the time to look at herself, she couldn't help noting how being drawn to look like a perfectly beautiful character in a game had translated over into her new self. Uncanny, but nice. She hoped he liked it, at least.
Once she's done drying off somewhat haphazardly, she puts the towel aside and heads out of the bathroom ahead of him. For one, she needed to move her things out of the way. But mostly, she needed an excuse to stop blatantly watching him.
But her dizzying thoughts about him only get replaced with different ones as the bed looms in front of her. This was another big step. It'd be okay, though, right? They probably wouldn't go very far. Naked people didn't always share a bed for...well. Because that wasn't happening yet. The moment wasn't perfect like it was supposed to be. Music wasn't even playing! So, yeah. It's fine.
She takes a seat, unconsciously crossing her arms. This is fine. All that tension and persistent slipperiness she'd felt as she walked was perfectly fine.
The intense way he'd looked at her after agreeing to this flashes through her mind. Yes. Just. Fine. ]
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Date: 1/19/21 05:54 am (UTC)He watches her from behind as he finishes toweling himself off. Briefly, he hooks his finger around the base and tries to fight down the arousal, trying to will himself to a more manageable state. It works well enough for the most part. At least when he starts walking, it won't be a throbbed reminder of how just a few tentative and nervous strokes brought him to such a state.
As he sees her perched a bit precariously on the edge of the bed, he tries to shake out the tension in his frame. It'sdifficult to predict what will happen next }
Not quite how you imagined things going tonight, right?
{ It sounds like it could be teasing, but it does seem a tiny bit genuine. He comes around to her side, not sitting down but standing a bit off to the side of her. Just barely in her peripherals and turned away just enough that she can't see all too much. Just a bit. She'll at least be able to tell her handiwork as went away...for now. }
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Date: 1/19/21 06:49 am (UTC)[ In contrast, there's no possible hint of teasing from her. It's a more deeply honest response than she'd normally give, but oh well. She's currently not working with all of her brain.
She takes a moment to give him a closer once over. An eyebrow goes up when she sees the change in him. Part of her is weirdly relieved, but is there disappointment there, too? She's not sure. Probably for the best, though. This room didn't even have candles lit. Something else to go onto the imperfect time list.
What she does know is that having him standing up over her is setting off her nerves. He always seems so much more intimidating and powerful that way, even more so with his clothes off. It was probably on purpose, knowing him...
Her hands fall to her sides to grasp the sheets tightly, and she does her best to control her breathing. She wants to take back a little power for herself, but she can't seem to will herself to do anything. This situation is way too far out of her wheelhouse. ]
You started this. Just for the record.
[ There. Better. At least she had a snappy retort left in her. ]
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Date: 1/19/21 08:46 pm (UTC)Or maybe she's really not all that different after all. He won't know for sure until they get there.
So yeah, probably no candles or rose petals or any of that silly romance novel cliché nonsense. }
Perhaps.
{ To which he now draws close to her, leaning down and brushing his hand under her chin to tip her face up. If he lets her, his hands brush up her neck and rest around it and her jawline. A thumb pushes a stray wet strand of hair from her cheek. }
And you're still going along with it.
{ Close enough for lips to touch, but he doesn't quite bridge that gap yet. His eyelids are low, nearly closed as he watches her, waiting to see if she'll be willing to accept his next move. Always curious to see what she'll do or say next. }
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Date: 1/19/21 09:40 pm (UTC)I'm helping you get better. Not going along with anything.
[ Even as he touches her so sweetly, even as they're a whisper apart, she fights for her own version of reality. Feebly, though. Her fighting spirit is close to waving a white flag.
There's a long silence where all she can do is shakily breathe as her green eyes become lost in his nearly hidden pools of blue. He's so perfect, it's painful. ]
I'm...I'm...
[ Whatever her words were meant to be, they disappear. Maybe the moment wasn't perfect, and of course that bothered her deep down. But he was there, heavenly and beautiful, a maddening, thrilling, ethereal soul. For once, that was enough.
The decision was made.
Her hands fly up to clutch his cheeks and she meets his mouth with intense fervor. He'd built her up for what's felt like eons, gotten her so completely consumed with burning desire. There's no controlling herself anymore. She's giving in. This victory goes to him.
And, for once, she doesn't care. ]
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Date: 1/20/21 12:30 am (UTC)If she doesn't want to, he's not going to force her. That's just not how he does things. The greatest motivation here is her own willingness and seeing how much she wants to fight it for some arbitrary reason. To see if she can overcome that somehow... or maybe 'overcome' isn't the word here. Perhaps to dismiss it altogether, make it meaningless in the grand scheme of things.
His eyes light up as she grabs him, and fights the urge to grin viciously into the kiss. Victorious this round.
As she latches onto him, his arms wind around her and presses her close to him. She's soft, curvy in all the right places, perfectly modeled like he would expect a VN character to be modeled and the translation from that to this... it's almost unfair. While he could probably say the same about himself, he served a specific purpose with his body type as well. Lean but toned, easy to slim down in a suit to fit a particular character type.
His other hand slides under her ass, just grazing it barely before latching under her thigh. Before she can protest, he pushes her up further onto the bed. Whenever lips disconnect, he's diving back in again, open-mouthed kisses growing more intense with each passing second. His legs straddle her thighs, which would not be his usual modus operandi, but he's not planning to make this an uncomfortable moment. Whenever she gives him a chance, he'll pull back slightly, breathing heavily and face flushed. }
I said I would show you something, didn't I?
{ It's a soft suggestion. His hands cup her jawline and neck, waiting again. }
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Date: 1/20/21 01:23 am (UTC)As he pulls her up onto the bed, she can feel herself slipping even further. More and more stands of hair slide free of her bun, adding to the sense of losing herself. It's almost scary how little she finds herself not caring, though. His hands, his body, his mouth, his everything. None will give her a break. There'd be no protesting for once.
When he finally relents, lets her have a blessed moment to recover, it looks like she's just finished two marathons. Her brain takes a while to get up to speed and take in all that happened in so short a time. He has to know what he's doing, doesn't he? He must know how every single thing he does is new to her and therefore a million times more powerful than normal. Like, she swears she can still feel his handprint lingering on her thigh. Or maybe that's just because she'd become instantly obsessed with him touching her there? So many questions. ]
You did.
[ Her reply is small and breathless, her eyelids heavy as she gazes up at him. He has her feeling so comfortably trapped under his body. And his hands... She swallows hard beneath his grasp. A suggestive voice in her head is wondering what it'd be like if he squeezed, just a little. She'd already become addicted to him showing his love with pain. Her fingers brush over the backs of his hands as she briefly indulges in imagining it, using the light stinging of her lips left behind from his kisses to add fuel to the fire. ]
Show me.
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Date: 1/20/21 02:34 am (UTC)She'd be right in knowing that he does know what he's doing. He's even keeping it rather vanilla lest she explode from the sheer pleasure of it all (though this is just something he gathers from visual cues). He knows his effect on people. The words he chooses, the looks he curates for each and every potential partner he has, it's all very deliberate. It's rare he acts on pure emotion alone. }
Alright. { Continuing the hushed tone, he brushes his thumb against her cheek almost affectionately. Make her a little comfortable before he gets to the main event. Or maybe make her more nervous, he isn't 100% sure yet. That's what makes this encounter so fascinating... he's not sure how his actions will make her react.
Smoothing his hands down to her shoulders, he eases her onto her back should she not fight him. }
It'll take a moment, but it'll be well worth it. Promise.
{ He doesn't even fight the last second conspiratorial smile that spreads across his face. }
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Date: 1/20/21 03:09 am (UTC)Are you...sure about that?
[ Her brow tightens as his thumb slides against her cheek. He's driving her absolutely bonkers. Maybe she didn't have to prepare herself for an imperfect first time after all? Or maybe it was all a ruse. Or that's what he wants her to think! Her mind keeps going back and forth, unable to settle on what's more likely.
And then that smile of his. God help her.
Eventually, she groans from a mountain of pent up frustration, her hips involuntarily and uselessly bucking under him. Her body was simultaneously yearning for more and not expecting anything. This absolutely incorrigible, maddening, cruel jerk of an evil man. ]
A-Are you totally messing with me?
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Date: 1/20/21 03:30 am (UTC)Her stuttering and frustration makes him feel so evil. He's not sure he enjoys it for prolonged periods of time, but for a brief minute, he revels in it. His hands grip both her wrists, pulling her arms up slightly and mapping out her body with his eyes. It's an intense and almost invasive sort of once-over. }
No, not at all.
{ If anything, his tone is sure and confident. He won't leave her hanging.
His head lowers to press a kiss to her collar bone, creating a small trail towards the center where it dips into her throat. A deep kiss there, a twitch of his fingers against her delicate wrist bones. }
I'm a man of my word.
{ Still pressing his lips to her skin, he glances up and her. The position doesn't allow him to hang onto her wrists for long, so they're joining him in their tactile worship of her body. Everything is so smooth, surreal, like she hasn't experienced a single tan or wrinkle in her entire life. Which, in this case, she hasn't. But it's still skin, real skin, and he can taste her— specifically her— as he continues.
He purposely seems to avoid her breasts however, as he presses more kisses down her sternum and towards her belly button. Fingers drag down the same path, curving under the mound of one side of her chest and instead tracing her ribs as they press against her skin with each heaving breath. He's more interested in how her bones and muscles feel under his hands. He'll have plenty of opportunities to explore the more obvious parts of her soon enough. }
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