[ Temperamentally speaking, Nagahide is a cat person: hot and cold, equal parts lazy and intense. Fickle at best, he rarely wants for anything until he does— and when he does, he digs his claws in. Pretends that his attachments are inconsequential, even when he draws blood to keep them.
He wants her so much that it's blinding, but he can't say that. She can figure that out on her own, can't she? There's no point if he has to spell it out for her. ]
You think I won't? [ There's an undercurrent of exasperation in his drawl now, something patronizing but far warmer than the sharp edge that tried to cut her before. It's largely owed to the embrace that she's pulled him into, which makes his heart skip a beat and prompts him to shift so that he can put one palm against Vietnam's cheek, tip her chin up to accommodate more of his mouth on her neck. ] ...Having to walk all the way is a pain, but I would.
[ He teases the possibility of feeding off of her as he talks, teeth on skin and breath on pulse. ]
I already told you, you need to be more self-aware. A woman like you... especially at night, alone? [ A light scoff. ] You're like honey to some flies.
[It's okay, she likes cats. They're fat and fluffy and they purr. They're independent, but they also love dearly. Though, how would she describe Nagahide?
At the moment, both safe and dangerous. She is certain he would keep her safe from the world. As he has announced, he would even walk all the way just to pick her up. And so she shifts her head into the safety of his palm, warm and gentle. And for that she answers--]
I would like to walk home with you one day.
[Dangerous though, as he was mad at her, trapped her between this door and himself. Dangerous now, as his mouth touches her neck, causing her body to shiver in response. She takes a deep breath.
Because she has a feeling his warning goes much further than the others. Her eyes look at him through the corner, her hands sliding comfortably up his spine.]
Nagahide...am I not alone with you right now? At night?
[ "Dangerous" is the right word to describe Nagahide right now. In a world that's foreign to him, in a land polluted by electricity and technology, the only thing keeping Nagahide tethered to some semblance of familiarity and comfort is the sweet, enticing smell of Vietnam's blood. She's timeless, soft and kind and obstinate— it's dizzying, how off-kilter she makes him feel. ]
...Hmph. So you finally noticed?
[ This time, he does bite her. His sharp canines break the surface of her skin, applying just enough pinpick pressure to form a bead of red that he licks off with a full-throated sigh of satisfaction. ]
Letting a man into your home like this... and letting him stay with you, in close quarters? You really have no sense of self-preservation.
[ Because it's not just that he worries about her, that he's offering the shared walks home. His real intentions are far from noble. ]
Would you let just anyone get close to you like this? [ His free hand steals down to her hip, toys with the hem of her shirt. ] ...Are you letting any other man get close to you when I'm not looking?
[So, she was right. The one she was meant to be watching out for all along was him. He was the one she shouldn't be left alone with, the one who would capture her in his midst. He prowls in her house, waiting to strike. And so he does, causing her to blush furiously at the act.]
Mmm--!!
[It was only a little bit unexpected. After all, she had fair warning from the way he had his teeth run over her ear lobe and neck. She knew he was going for blood eventually. And being what she is, an immortal who regenerates, she has an steady stream of blood ready for him.
But in this manner, she's sure it wasn't just because he needed to feed. He was playing with her, prickling just enough blood, just to taste. He threatens her, always talking about another man. In a sense, this is the part that irritates her.
And so she challenges him back, tilting her head to bare her neck for him to see, to claim. Her eyes flash towards him, even with the red flush still painted across her face from how close he is. Fingers crawl up to his neck, tracing with a nail, while she presses her body, even with his hand toying with her, closer to his, legs touching. She offers, but she's not afraid to claw at his neck, is what she's physically telling him.
All the while--]
I am sure you know, any other man who does this to me. [What he has done today.] Would not be seeing the light of day. So, be clearer, how do you want me?
[For someone who is saying he "could" have his way, she sounds oddly commanding.]
[ Her answer sends a tremor up his spine: half-thrilled, half-uncertain. He'd pushed with the expectation that she'd retreat, but now it's apparent that he's in over his head. Drowning, but happy to feel the water in his lungs.
Nagahide is bullheaded, but he still has the audacity to flush when he feels the soft press of legs to his. ]
...Stupid. The question isn't "how".
[ He wants to be kind, wants to take care of her and sweep her off her feet, but he's far too clumsy to be anything other than blunt; so he does the next best thing, which is to lift Vietnam and maneuver her so she has no choice but to wrap her legs around his middle, to rely on him for support while he traces kisses up to the corner of her mouth. ]
It's "how much".
[ A half-smile, and he claims her lips without hesitation. Presses her against the front door, which only acts as a thin obstruction from the outside.
When he finally pulls away, it's to breathe warmly against Vietnam's skin. ] Unless you wanted me to narrate.
[Did she take him by surprise? Just for a minute, it looks like. Just for one minute because right then and there she realises that maybe she too has grown attached to him. None of this frightens her like it should, being as surprised as she was when he first pushed her against the door.
She's receptive, legs wrapped around him and her hands already sliding over his cheeks, caressing gently as she feels his lips draw closer to hers. And then she gives it to him, a firm kiss, one that can tell him that yes, she will give him what he wants. She has decided to.
Although, she blushes deeply when he stops, suggesting narration. Vietnam clears her throat, all of a sudden, a little bit timid.]
W-well... I mean it's a little bit embarrassing but I won't stop you...
[ Ah. He can't help but laugh at her response, the edge of his voice a little raw from wanting. ]
You're bright red.
[ His teeth scour at her bottom lip, then bite into it just enough so that he can lick more blood off of her. ]
Didn't anyone ever teach you not to rile men up like this? Or are you doing it on purpose.
[ The reality is that he's not as confident as he sounds, that his heart's running on overdrive and he can feel his mind stumbling for words, but he doesn't show any of that yet— he grinds against her slowly, using the leverage of his knees to push up against her with clear intent in the gesture. ]
Typically, she rakes her brain for an excuse at first.]
It's warm.
[But in all honestly, it's not just warm. It's hot, burning and searing her the closer he is. Burns like the light pain that stings her as his fangs draws blood, the slight metal taste from whatever he missed. She runs her tongue over that lip, touching his teeth on purpose.]
As I said. No other man can do this to me. Nor will they get anything from me. [Her fingers dance over the smoothness of his neck, to his collar, and she arches her body closer to receive him. The hue of her cheeks only darkens at his intent. It's not like she didn't want this. Strange, she wants it more than she realised.]
[ Who the heck do you think he is, he's extremely thirsty and he's going to let it be known in the worst way possible... because he's embarrassing and he's an otome. Thus is life?!
He would've stopped if he told her to back away, but the permission he's getting galvanizes him to a degree where he can be bold. She breathes her last syllables and he's right there to kiss them out of her mouth, to taste her words and to sigh in contentment at how sweet they taste. ]
Are you blushing for me, too?
[ She told him to narrate, after all. A laugh, and he slides one free hand up along her waist, then under the thin fabric of her shirt to dance along the curve of her lower back. ]
You're making me want to take you, right here. Against this door.
[His thirst is MAX THIRST? What is he, a drink ad? Because this otome is just going at it, yo.
Well, she made her bed, in a way. Maybe he's lighting up that INNER THIRST she may have for him, not that she would ever...admit that...out loud...
Also because it might go to his head. Or otherwise.
She hums, as that hand explores her skin, her body arching to his in response. Coloured cheeks definitely cannot be ignored, and for a moment she glances away, though her lips never pull away from his.]
Perhaps. [She can't be too honest, not quite yet. Because his words are dangerous and they're awfully tempting, that she could fall with him and they would never get up. But maybe it would be worth it.
Her legs tighten around him, and with strange resolve.]
Then are you going to do it? [Because if all else, at least she's bold enough to handle whatever he was throwing at her. And maybe part of her wanted it too.]
[ He's trying to tempt— that's the point. Or maybe it's cowardice, since he wouldn't be able to bear it if he was the only one here that wants this as much as he does. His interest is obvious, pushing up against the front of the pants that Vietnam bought for him; everything she's done thus far has already gone to his head. It's difficult for him to argue otherwise.
So, despite his seeming confidence— his heart is hammering in his ears. His vampire's blood makes it easy for him to pin her against the wall with the strength of his shoulders alone, but his hand is surprisingly reverent as it roams from front to back, from back to breasts. ]
This is your chance to tell me no.
[ He says it almost like a plea. A request to tether him if he's doing something wrong, if he's overstepped. Because more than anything else, he couldn't bear it if Vietnam threw him out for any perceived offense— he's lost in time and at her mercy, even if he's the one currently grazing his fangs on her neck, rocking his hips up against her frame. ]
Has anyone ever told you that you're intoxicating?
[She's tempted alright. Each deliberate move leaves her wanting more and more. While it wasn't something she expected to happen as soon as she returned, she knew that part of her was attracted to her. Sometimes sparing a passing glance, what stopped her was her lack of confidence, which frankly meant her lack of Game.
And yet here she is, savouring every touch that she seeks for it, arching deep into his hands to follow his movement. Her hips press hard against his, legs tightening to give her the leverage to tease him through his pants. She can feel it, after all, so she sways.]
Does this answer you? [It's not a no. It's the opposite. And she whispers deeply.]
I wonder, are you saying my blood is intoxicating? If so, you can have it. You know it never ends.
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He wants her so much that it's blinding, but he can't say that. She can figure that out on her own, can't she? There's no point if he has to spell it out for her. ]
You think I won't? [ There's an undercurrent of exasperation in his drawl now, something patronizing but far warmer than the sharp edge that tried to cut her before. It's largely owed to the embrace that she's pulled him into, which makes his heart skip a beat and prompts him to shift so that he can put one palm against Vietnam's cheek, tip her chin up to accommodate more of his mouth on her neck. ] ...Having to walk all the way is a pain, but I would.
[ He teases the possibility of feeding off of her as he talks, teeth on skin and breath on pulse. ]
I already told you, you need to be more self-aware. A woman like you... especially at night, alone? [ A light scoff. ] You're like honey to some flies.
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At the moment, both safe and dangerous. She is certain he would keep her safe from the world. As he has announced, he would even walk all the way just to pick her up. And so she shifts her head into the safety of his palm, warm and gentle. And for that she answers--]
I would like to walk home with you one day.
[Dangerous though, as he was mad at her, trapped her between this door and himself. Dangerous now, as his mouth touches her neck, causing her body to shiver in response. She takes a deep breath.
Because she has a feeling his warning goes much further than the others. Her eyes look at him through the corner, her hands sliding comfortably up his spine.]
Nagahide...am I not alone with you right now? At night?
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...Hmph. So you finally noticed?
[ This time, he does bite her. His sharp canines break the surface of her skin, applying just enough pinpick pressure to form a bead of red that he licks off with a full-throated sigh of satisfaction. ]
Letting a man into your home like this... and letting him stay with you, in close quarters? You really have no sense of self-preservation.
[ Because it's not just that he worries about her, that he's offering the shared walks home. His real intentions are far from noble. ]
Would you let just anyone get close to you like this? [ His free hand steals down to her hip, toys with the hem of her shirt. ] ...Are you letting any other man get close to you when I'm not looking?
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Mmm--!!
[It was only a little bit unexpected. After all, she had fair warning from the way he had his teeth run over her ear lobe and neck. She knew he was going for blood eventually. And being what she is, an immortal who regenerates, she has an steady stream of blood ready for him.
But in this manner, she's sure it wasn't just because he needed to feed. He was playing with her, prickling just enough blood, just to taste. He threatens her, always talking about another man. In a sense, this is the part that irritates her.
And so she challenges him back, tilting her head to bare her neck for him to see, to claim. Her eyes flash towards him, even with the red flush still painted across her face from how close he is. Fingers crawl up to his neck, tracing with a nail, while she presses her body, even with his hand toying with her, closer to his, legs touching. She offers, but she's not afraid to claw at his neck, is what she's physically telling him.
All the while--]
I am sure you know, any other man who does this to me. [What he has done today.] Would not be seeing the light of day. So, be clearer, how do you want me?
[For someone who is saying he "could" have his way, she sounds oddly commanding.]
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Nagahide is bullheaded, but he still has the audacity to flush when he feels the soft press of legs to his. ]
...Stupid. The question isn't "how".
[ He wants to be kind, wants to take care of her and sweep her off her feet, but he's far too clumsy to be anything other than blunt; so he does the next best thing, which is to lift Vietnam and maneuver her so she has no choice but to wrap her legs around his middle, to rely on him for support while he traces kisses up to the corner of her mouth. ]
It's "how much".
[ A half-smile, and he claims her lips without hesitation. Presses her against the front door, which only acts as a thin obstruction from the outside.
When he finally pulls away, it's to breathe warmly against Vietnam's skin. ] Unless you wanted me to narrate.
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She's receptive, legs wrapped around him and her hands already sliding over his cheeks, caressing gently as she feels his lips draw closer to hers. And then she gives it to him, a firm kiss, one that can tell him that yes, she will give him what he wants. She has decided to.
Although, she blushes deeply when he stops, suggesting narration. Vietnam clears her throat, all of a sudden, a little bit timid.]
W-well... I mean it's a little bit embarrassing but I won't stop you...
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You're bright red.
[ His teeth scour at her bottom lip, then bite into it just enough so that he can lick more blood off of her. ]
Didn't anyone ever teach you not to rile men up like this? Or are you doing it on purpose.
[ The reality is that he's not as confident as he sounds, that his heart's running on overdrive and he can feel his mind stumbling for words, but he doesn't show any of that yet— he grinds against her slowly, using the leverage of his knees to push up against her with clear intent in the gesture. ]
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Typically, she rakes her brain for an excuse at first.]
It's warm.
[But in all honestly, it's not just warm. It's hot, burning and searing her the closer he is. Burns like the light pain that stings her as his fangs draws blood, the slight metal taste from whatever he missed. She runs her tongue over that lip, touching his teeth on purpose.]
As I said. No other man can do this to me. Nor will they get anything from me. [Her fingers dance over the smoothness of his neck, to his collar, and she arches her body closer to receive him. The hue of her cheeks only darkens at his intent. It's not like she didn't want this. Strange, she wants it more than she realised.]
It's only because of you.
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He would've stopped if he told her to back away, but the permission he's getting galvanizes him to a degree where he can be bold. She breathes her last syllables and he's right there to kiss them out of her mouth, to taste her words and to sigh in contentment at how sweet they taste. ]
Are you blushing for me, too?
[ She told him to narrate, after all. A laugh, and he slides one free hand up along her waist, then under the thin fabric of her shirt to dance along the curve of her lower back. ]
You're making me want to take you, right here. Against this door.
[ He will, too— he's not lying. ]
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Well, she made her bed, in a way. Maybe he's lighting up that INNER THIRST she may have for him, not that she would ever...admit that...out loud...
Also because it might go to his head. Or otherwise.
She hums, as that hand explores her skin, her body arching to his in response. Coloured cheeks definitely cannot be ignored, and for a moment she glances away, though her lips never pull away from his.]
Perhaps. [She can't be too honest, not quite yet. Because his words are dangerous and they're awfully tempting, that she could fall with him and they would never get up. But maybe it would be worth it.
Her legs tighten around him, and with strange resolve.]
Then are you going to do it? [Because if all else, at least she's bold enough to handle whatever he was throwing at her. And maybe part of her wanted it too.]
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So, despite his seeming confidence— his heart is hammering in his ears. His vampire's blood makes it easy for him to pin her against the wall with the strength of his shoulders alone, but his hand is surprisingly reverent as it roams from front to back, from back to breasts. ]
This is your chance to tell me no.
[ He says it almost like a plea. A request to tether him if he's doing something wrong, if he's overstepped. Because more than anything else, he couldn't bear it if Vietnam threw him out for any perceived offense— he's lost in time and at her mercy, even if he's the one currently grazing his fangs on her neck, rocking his hips up against her frame. ]
Has anyone ever told you that you're intoxicating?
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And yet here she is, savouring every touch that she seeks for it, arching deep into his hands to follow his movement. Her hips press hard against his, legs tightening to give her the leverage to tease him through his pants. She can feel it, after all, so she sways.]
Does this answer you? [It's not a no. It's the opposite. And she whispers deeply.]
I wonder, are you saying my blood is intoxicating? If so, you can have it. You know it never ends.