[ Lancer leans over her with that smile of his, one arm stretching out so he can rest his hand (and weight) against the wall while he talks to her. Every movement seems simultaneously casual and horribly deliberate. ]
Why wouldn't I be? My master is a beautiful woman.
[She's easily watching him lounging, as her eyes follow the lines of his body as he leans against that wall. Now she can just look at strong arms, how his muscles are much too obvious in his jump suit. Goodness.
She honestly can't look around, even though she starts to push her hair back to try to distract herself. And it's failing.]
Surely you jest. [How would she know if he's telling the truth if she has zero confidence in herself! Sure, she is a beauty, but she doesn't have any of his confidence.
But in order to try to take control of the situation, she leans against the wall and crosses her arms, trying not to look at all like she's affected.]
You may have to tell me in detail, Cu Chulainn. I enjoy history lessons.
[Her eye twitches because...well if he's telling the truth, this will be the only way.]
I have a feeling God isn't the one who made this Holy Grail War, but some other strange...well, I don't know. Very well. I can deal with you if I find out that you are lying to me.
[She growls at first, because she's too embarrassed by this whole situation to do otherwise. It's a bit different to her fretting over him, or even standing up to him, but her eyes widen at his words.]
You did, didn't you? [She may find this whole thing rather embarrassing, but...somehow his confidence in this matter entertains her. Just a little. She pushes up from the wall and takes his jaw into her hand.] Stole all the women.
[She tilts her head, looking curiously at him.] But here, I am the master.
[Just as much as she is that shy and humble girl, cares and pampers those she likes, there was also that other part of her that innately likes to overpower.
Well, someone made the Grail and it's some sort of divine, magic artifact. So probably God.
[ He shrugs those broad shoulders of his. Where it came from is immaterial. What's important is the power that it holds and the power that it will provide to the people who in it. However, those thoughts get cut a bit short when Viet reaches up and snags his jaw with a slender, delicate hand. For a moment he's just shocked and then he starts to smile. ]
You are the master. And what are you going to do? What does that mean? Are you going to command me?
But is God real? Either way, whatever it is, it seems to have a power far greater than what I know of this world. And I can feel the world.
[Actually, God has come down to pick on countries before, but...she never saw him! SO MAYBE NOT. But as it is, it doesn't matter: they're in this mess now. And it looks like, together too.
Also, seems like she walked right into that one, but somehow his smile, his challenge, she can't back down.]
Mmm...[She tilts her head the other way, to give him a better look, smooth her hands over his shoulders. There's nothing to straighten, she's, very obviously, touching him.]
I don't want to waste my command seals, remember? [She leans in, on her toes, so her voice is a little softer for him to only hear. Even though they're the only ones here.]
[ Lancer allows her to touch him. He allows her to assert herself. It pleases him. It makes him admire her more. He can't really object, after all. He enjoys strong-willed women and she seems to fit the bill - at least for now. ]
Of course, master. Whatever your command is, I'll follow.
[ His teeth glint as his lips spread in a grin. It's almost (no, it is) predatory. ]
[Just the briefest moment, her eyes glint, sparkle, from the words "I'll follow". She thinks she has worked out what he is, if not for the way his teeth bare at her in the most entertained of looks. A beast who will allow himself to be chained if he finds it fitting. But will he bite her hand? He did say he would kill her if she was unworthy.
A beast who will listen to her, but also keep her on her toes. She can't say she doesn't like it. And because of it, she's showing him too much of herself that she doesn't show many others.]
Very well. [Her hands slide over his shoulders, just down his back, as she pulls herself closer, arches her body to fit against his. Her lips press to the curve of his neck, so when she speaks, he will feel that vibration.]
Then remember this clearly. I do not do this for just anyone, so consider it a blessing. Hero of Ireland, you are now mine, and so long as you obey...then I am yours. [Perhaps she was more attracted to him than she thought, but Vietnam has always been this type: to give it her all, her entirety, if she had to. And he needed it.]
[ This is getting interesting. The way she moves against him, the way she pushes closer, it's all... good. It all makes his eyes narrow, lips spread in a ferocious little grin as she speaks. ]
I guess we belong to one another, then. Master.
[ He laughs, a low, dangerous sound, and wraps an arm around her, pulling her close and molding her against his front. He won't complain. Can't complain. She's proving herself more than capable of being his master - at least for now. ]
[This boy really does roll with it, doesn't he? Her cheeks colour slightly, not that he could see with her head nestled as it is. And his form, it's comfortable, it's...he molds her so easily.]
We do. Despite everything, how weird it is...I think I do feel something with you being here. [Not that she could figure it out yet, but that it is foreign. Not unwelcome.
Not when he draws her in like this, his laugh dangerously inviting, and she can't help but feed into it.]
I should be commanding you to stop. [But she's the one doing it?!] I am sure you are full of mana, having just arrived. But if you wish tell me how best it is to replenish you, I could allow it. [She pulls back slightly, a gentle curve only so she can look at him directly.]
Perhaps something a little softer. Not just because I lack the experience, which I apologise for.
[And she takes his other hand, clasping it with her own before she leads it up her body to her chest, so that he can trace over the curve of her breast through the fabric of her shirt, over the wound that he left on her that has now dried up.
Too bold? She feels that, for sure. But also the challenge drives her even more than that.]
The scars left from you of claiming my heart still show.
[And then she laughs gently.] Alternatively, I could also command you to make me dinner. [She's kidding.]
[ She is being surprisingly (refreshingly) forward with him. His eyes narrow slightly, lips curved back in a predatory smile as he listens and she draws his hand up to her chest. There's so much to unpack here - so much to consider. But there's also an attractive woman pressed close against him, practically inviting him to go for the kill. Who is he to say no to that?
There should be a gaping wound underneath his hand and yet he can feel her heart beating, as strong as ever. What a mysterious, wonderful thing this is. He likes his new master. ]
You could command me to do a lot of different things.
[ He laughs with her, a bit stronger, a touch harsher. ]
I don't think you're going to do that, though.
[ His hand shifts, slides, until it cups her breast and he rolls it against his palm with clear, obvious intent. ]
[Somewhere, common sense reminds Vietnam that she has never really gone with a man so immediate like this, no matter how handsome he is. Just a little bit earlier, he even said he was going to kill her. In fact, she would wonder if she would even consider this right at this very moment, if he did not suggest that to replenish him, sex was the answer.
And yet here she is, so easily reeled in. Each laugh, smile, the way his red eyes flash. He's a hunter, and she's intrigued. How would this go? She wants to know. He says he would allow her to command him, and he would obey, but she's sure the playing field is much more even than that.]
I could, and I will. [She punctuates that, forcing him to remember it. Though, she will admit, how he handles it is rather entertaining.] But you're right. I believe there is something we now must get out of the way. [And that is, indeed, she's going to toss common sense out temporarily, for a man who said he is now bound to her.
She breathes deeply, her back curves so that her chest meets his hand, trying not to react too obviously as a shiver runs down her spine. Her fingers trace down his chest in response, feather light, following the lines of his uniform, her legs turn enough to slide between his thighs, pressing them suggestively.]
You're the expert, no? What do you think? Do you think I like it enough to allow you to steal me like your women?
[And so it begins: her body says one thing, her mouth, another.]
[ He's equally intrigued by her and all of her contradictions. She says one thing and yet manages to press closer. She challenges him and also seems to invite him further in. He'll have to see if she's really up to the challenge or if this is all merely talk. Then again, she did allow him to run Gae Bolg straight into her heart - so there has to be something more to her. His smile broadens a touch as he feels her shiver and the heat of her brushes closer.
There are fingers against his chest and the taut muscle of his belly. He allows her to explore further, doesn't object as they trace lower. ]
I think you do. Otherwise we wouldn't be here.
[ His voice is low. Almost dangerous. ]
Unless you're just leading me on...
[ He squeezes his hand against her chest again, the other hand broad and splaying against her back to tug her that much closer. ]
[He feels good. Every part of his body reacts to her fingers, the way his expressions change as she touches. There is a lot to take in. In fact there's a lot to take in even mentally. Her heart, already pierced, still beats wildly as she finds herself in this position. This never happens to her. Her life is rather routine and boring, actually.
Everything about him excites her. After all, he bad. She knows exactly what he's trying. He may toy with her desires right now, but that is exactly how she likes it. There are things a girl wants too. Though...where should she even begin?
A tsk, first.]
I do not lead anyone on. [And she bares her teeth, stopping herself from that one moment where her breath nearly is stolen from her by those. Of course, she wants more. She's beginning to despair the fact they garbed--...oh.
With her leg sliding out from between his legs, she goes onto her toes, so she lean in closer, nose to nose, whispering:]
Then, I want a demonstration. You said these are magicked? Show me how you take them off. [And she tugs at his jump suit, her hands resting on his hips.]
[ He's laughing at her. Amused with the way she seems to want to both proceed and hold back. But he's happy enough to give her a bit of what she wants. There's a long moment where her hands are against his hips and then his upper torso bare from the waist up, part of his jumpsuit dissolving away in a burst of mana. There are perks to being a heroic spirit, after all. One of them is (usually) being able to control one's appearance. ]
[LOOK, she's still reeling from being here, but all the while she wants to go at it with all she has. BUT HOW. HOW!!
But hold that thought. She's a little bit speechless, staring at his chest. So it turns out she severely underestimated the advantage he has over her when it comes to their height difference, in that his torso is right in her face. She's mesmerised by the magic--]
How did you...
[--do that, she wanted to ask, but her ears are burning as every part of his bare torso is before her, chiseled, muscular, marked by an intricate red tattoo.
Vietnam knew this man was going to be a lot more trouble than she thought. Quick, play it cool. She shrugs once, trying not to look too fascinated.]
I-it's...nice--well done on listening to your first command! I suppose it really was much too easy.
[She lifts an eyebrow. Keep it cool, take a deep breath, now don't think. As they had mentioned, he is hers now, so she can do this. Sen lets her hands drift over his skin, feeling the warmth underneath her fingers. And then she leans forward, as if to study his form, close, analytical, before she brushes her lips over the lines of his abdomen.]
You're a little too willing to take your shirt off.
I'm a Heroic Spirit. This form is mostly mana. It's maintained by magic. Which is why I need mana from my master...
[ There's a low, easy laugh in his throat. Something a touch predatory, but entirely amused by the reaction he's getting from her. She seems to dip from one extreme to the other and it makes this so much more interesting. ]
It's just a bare chest. You've seen them before, haven't you?
[He's warm, under her fingertips. His dangerous laugh, she hears it so clearly. Does that mean that without mana, his form will not hold?
She stretches up again, to observe his torso before she hears what he says, and she looks...immediately alarmed.]
Cu Chulainn...I--!!
[He's not wrong though: she's definitely both extremes. A delicate flower(?!), shy and humble, all the while disguising something a lot more vibrant. That, and--]
Well. [She purses her lips, looking at her through narrow eyes, her fingers drumming on his skin very lightly. Clearly she's trying to find the words.]
W-while your reputation involves you and many women. Mine...ah...[DEEP BREATH.] I haven't...even been in a relationship.
[...OhhhHHHHH. Well, she's had 1 or 2 encounters but never really a date.] I have seen a bare chest though, goodness! Beach tourism is popular here.
Whaaat? No relationship? Well, that's unfortunate.
[ He sounds... not sincere, exactly. But at least like he's not about to completely mock her mercilessly for her apparent lack of experience. He leans in toward her, head cocked. He sniffs the air for a moment, almost like a dog. ]
[She bristles because why!!! JUST BECAUSE SHE'S BEEN BUSY! She knows he's being a total shit about this and she's looking rather embarrassed about this.]
I-it's not like I had the time--...
[But, then he's close, and...why was he inhaling like this? Then she heard it.
[ God, Cu, stop being such a bastard. He's deliberately making her say it. Trying to get her to break a little before he commits himself to... anything. Sure, he could sweep her off of her feet and be charming, but this is so much more entertaining. ]
[Cu, you're such an asshole. She knows what he's doing, knows that he already realises that she's hit a point where she is attracted to him. But she stands fast on her words, on how she acts...at least, a little bit. She easily flusters, and so it cracks.
If she didn't start to grow fond, she probably would've attempted to snap him into two right now. It turns out that the power he gives her is more so he can make her admit to this out loud. This is loaded. He's dangerous.]
You...[Her eyes narrow at him, her fists ball up. Don't do it...DON'T DO IT.] Fine. You wish to hear my commands. You've been pushing and pulling, don't think I don't know what you're trying to do. You want me to admit to it, no?
[DON'T SNAP.] Then I command you teach me the ways of intimacy, if you so offered. If my hints are not obvious enough, then I will say it: I'm demanding you take me, you jerk!
[ Cu Chulainn is very dangerous, for many different reasons. Not just because of his spear or his ferocity in combat. He also has cunning - although he probably wouldn't always be described as "smart". So far, though, he's managed to get the upper hand on his new Master. He's definitely not going to complain, though. She has her own positive qualities. ]
Ohhh, so you know what you want?
[ His voice drops into something low and he leans in again, smile sidw, as he noses up against her face. ]
You want to be taken? You want to feel like you're being ravished? Because that's what I'm hearing from you.
[And he's getting more dangerous. In fact, those words are outright dangerous. And yet, with that tone, the slight touch of his nose as she feels his breath when he speaks... It's rather exhilarating, that her healing heart races. Not that she could admit it so openly. That he does have one over her. Besides, he already knows it.
But she is sure, by the way he carried her before into the bathroom, brushed her hair gently, that this would've stopped had she not voiced her intentions. It seems, as soon as he said that he liked his new master, he has been patient to someone as fresh as her. He can be a good man, despite his mouth.
Sen takes a deep breath.]
As I said before, I do not let just anyone in. I said, I want to be taken by you. [She touches his cheek wth her own, nuzzling lightly before clamping her teeth onto his earlobe. It's firm, enough to mark, before her lips press to soften it.
He maybe hearing correctly, but she's still not going to make it easy.]
[ She bites. The sting of her teeth runs through him and with it a shiver that slides up his spine. Oh, he likes that. She ought to be more careful - or else he might decide to bite back. Or maybe he already has. Regardless, he laughs, teeth glinting as he grins at her and then his arms come up, wrapping around her and hoisting her straight off of the ground so that he can hug her against his chest. ]
Can't say you didn't ask for it.
[ He kisses her after that. Hard and demanding, with maybe a bit too much bite. ]
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Why wouldn't I be? My master is a beautiful woman.
[ HEH. ]
How much do you know about my legend, master?
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She honestly can't look around, even though she starts to push her hair back to try to distract herself. And it's failing.]
Surely you jest. [How would she know if he's telling the truth if she has zero confidence in herself! Sure, she is a beauty, but she doesn't have any of his confidence.
But in order to try to take control of the situation, she leans against the wall and crosses her arms, trying not to look at all like she's affected.]
You may have to tell me in detail, Cu Chulainn. I enjoy history lessons.
[Famous Last Words.]
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[ He seems far too amused by her own reaction to follow up with much else. If this is how she acts? It's going to be... interesting. ]
They had to send me away because they were worried I was going to steal all of their women. That's all.
[ And he... sort of did? ]
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I have a feeling God isn't the one who made this Holy Grail War, but some other strange...well, I don't know. Very well. I can deal with you if I find out that you are lying to me.
[She growls at first, because she's too embarrassed by this whole situation to do otherwise. It's a bit different to her fretting over him, or even standing up to him, but her eyes widen at his words.]
You did, didn't you? [She may find this whole thing rather embarrassing, but...somehow his confidence in this matter entertains her. Just a little. She pushes up from the wall and takes his jaw into her hand.] Stole all the women.
[She tilts her head, looking curiously at him.] But here, I am the master.
[Just as much as she is that shy and humble girl, cares and pampers those she likes, there was also that other part of her that innately likes to overpower.
Still, she lets go.] Or so you say.
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[ He shrugs those broad shoulders of his. Where it came from is immaterial. What's important is the power that it holds and the power that it will provide to the people who in it. However, those thoughts get cut a bit short when Viet reaches up and snags his jaw with a slender, delicate hand. For a moment he's just shocked and then he starts to smile. ]
You are the master. And what are you going to do? What does that mean? Are you going to command me?
[ He's egging her on. Just a little. ]
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[Actually, God has come down to pick on countries before, but...she never saw him! SO MAYBE NOT. But as it is, it doesn't matter: they're in this mess now. And it looks like, together too.
Also, seems like she walked right into that one, but somehow his smile, his challenge, she can't back down.]
Mmm...[She tilts her head the other way, to give him a better look, smooth her hands over his shoulders. There's nothing to straighten, she's, very obviously, touching him.]
I don't want to waste my command seals, remember? [She leans in, on her toes, so her voice is a little softer for him to only hear. Even though they're the only ones here.]
So firstly, would you be willing to obey?
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Of course, master. Whatever your command is, I'll follow.
[ His teeth glint as his lips spread in a grin. It's almost (no, it is) predatory. ]
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A beast who will listen to her, but also keep her on her toes. She can't say she doesn't like it. And because of it, she's showing him too much of herself that she doesn't show many others.]
Very well. [Her hands slide over his shoulders, just down his back, as she pulls herself closer, arches her body to fit against his. Her lips press to the curve of his neck, so when she speaks, he will feel that vibration.]
Then remember this clearly. I do not do this for just anyone, so consider it a blessing. Hero of Ireland, you are now mine, and so long as you obey...then I am yours. [Perhaps she was more attracted to him than she thought, but Vietnam has always been this type: to give it her all, her entirety, if she had to. And he needed it.]
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I guess we belong to one another, then. Master.
[ He laughs, a low, dangerous sound, and wraps an arm around her, pulling her close and molding her against his front. He won't complain. Can't complain. She's proving herself more than capable of being his master - at least for now. ]
Speak and I'll obey.
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We do. Despite everything, how weird it is...I think I do feel something with you being here. [Not that she could figure it out yet, but that it is foreign. Not unwelcome.
Not when he draws her in like this, his laugh dangerously inviting, and she can't help but feed into it.]
I should be commanding you to stop. [But she's the one doing it?!] I am sure you are full of mana, having just arrived. But if you wish tell me how best it is to replenish you, I could allow it. [She pulls back slightly, a gentle curve only so she can look at him directly.]
Perhaps something a little softer. Not just because I lack the experience, which I apologise for.
[And she takes his other hand, clasping it with her own before she leads it up her body to her chest, so that he can trace over the curve of her breast through the fabric of her shirt, over the wound that he left on her that has now dried up.
Too bold? She feels that, for sure. But also the challenge drives her even more than that.]
The scars left from you of claiming my heart still show.
[And then she laughs gently.] Alternatively, I could also command you to make me dinner. [She's kidding.]
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There should be a gaping wound underneath his hand and yet he can feel her heart beating, as strong as ever. What a mysterious, wonderful thing this is. He likes his new master. ]
You could command me to do a lot of different things.
[ He laughs with her, a bit stronger, a touch harsher. ]
I don't think you're going to do that, though.
[ His hand shifts, slides, until it cups her breast and he rolls it against his palm with clear, obvious intent. ]
You like this a little too much, don't you?
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And yet here she is, so easily reeled in. Each laugh, smile, the way his red eyes flash. He's a hunter, and she's intrigued. How would this go? She wants to know. He says he would allow her to command him, and he would obey, but she's sure the playing field is much more even than that.]
I could, and I will. [She punctuates that, forcing him to remember it. Though, she will admit, how he handles it is rather entertaining.] But you're right. I believe there is something we now must get out of the way. [And that is, indeed, she's going to toss common sense out temporarily, for a man who said he is now bound to her.
She breathes deeply, her back curves so that her chest meets his hand, trying not to react too obviously as a shiver runs down her spine. Her fingers trace down his chest in response, feather light, following the lines of his uniform, her legs turn enough to slide between his thighs, pressing them suggestively.]
You're the expert, no? What do you think? Do you think I like it enough to allow you to steal me like your women?
[And so it begins: her body says one thing, her mouth, another.]
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There are fingers against his chest and the taut muscle of his belly. He allows her to explore further, doesn't object as they trace lower. ]
I think you do. Otherwise we wouldn't be here.
[ His voice is low. Almost dangerous. ]
Unless you're just leading me on...
[ He squeezes his hand against her chest again, the other hand broad and splaying against her back to tug her that much closer. ]
So tell me what you want, Master.
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Everything about him excites her. After all, he bad. She knows exactly what he's trying. He may toy with her desires right now, but that is exactly how she likes it. There are things a girl wants too. Though...where should she even begin?
A tsk, first.]
I do not lead anyone on. [And she bares her teeth, stopping herself from that one moment where her breath nearly is stolen from her by those. Of course, she wants more. She's beginning to despair the fact they garbed--...oh.
With her leg sliding out from between his legs, she goes onto her toes, so she lean in closer, nose to nose, whispering:]
Then, I want a demonstration. You said these are magicked? Show me how you take them off. [And she tugs at his jump suit, her hands resting on his hips.]
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[ He's laughing at her. Amused with the way she seems to want to both proceed and hold back. But he's happy enough to give her a bit of what she wants. There's a long moment where her hands are against his hips and then his upper torso bare from the waist up, part of his jumpsuit dissolving away in a burst of mana. There are perks to being a heroic spirit, after all. One of them is (usually) being able to control one's appearance. ]
Does that suit you?
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But hold that thought. She's a little bit speechless, staring at his chest. So it turns out she severely underestimated the advantage he has over her when it comes to their height difference, in that his torso is right in her face. She's mesmerised by the magic--]
How did you...
[--do that, she wanted to ask, but her ears are burning as every part of his bare torso is before her, chiseled, muscular, marked by an intricate red tattoo.
Vietnam knew this man was going to be a lot more trouble than she thought. Quick, play it cool. She shrugs once, trying not to look too fascinated.]
I-it's...nice--well done on listening to your first command! I suppose it really was much too easy.
[She lifts an eyebrow. Keep it cool, take a deep breath, now don't think. As they had mentioned, he is hers now, so she can do this. Sen lets her hands drift over his skin, feeling the warmth underneath her fingers. And then she leans forward, as if to study his form, close, analytical, before she brushes her lips over the lines of his abdomen.]
You're a little too willing to take your shirt off.
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[ There's a low, easy laugh in his throat. Something a touch predatory, but entirely amused by the reaction he's getting from her. She seems to dip from one extreme to the other and it makes this so much more interesting. ]
It's just a bare chest. You've seen them before, haven't you?
[ Although judging by her reaction... nope. ]
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[He's warm, under her fingertips. His dangerous laugh, she hears it so clearly. Does that mean that without mana, his form will not hold?
She stretches up again, to observe his torso before she hears what he says, and she looks...immediately alarmed.]
Cu Chulainn...I--!!
[He's not wrong though: she's definitely both extremes. A delicate flower(?!), shy and humble, all the while disguising something a lot more vibrant. That, and--]
Well. [She purses her lips, looking at her through narrow eyes, her fingers drumming on his skin very lightly. Clearly she's trying to find the words.]
W-while your reputation involves you and many women. Mine...ah...[DEEP BREATH.] I haven't...even been in a relationship.
[...OhhhHHHHH. Well, she's had 1 or 2 encounters but never really a date.] I have seen a bare chest though, goodness! Beach tourism is popular here.
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[ He sounds... not sincere, exactly. But at least like he's not about to completely mock her mercilessly for her apparent lack of experience. He leans in toward her, head cocked. He sniffs the air for a moment, almost like a dog. ]
Does that mean you need a teacher?
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I-it's not like I had the time--...
[But, then he's close, and...why was he inhaling like this? Then she heard it.
Oh.]
Are you volunteering?
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[ God, Cu, stop being such a bastard. He's deliberately making her say it. Trying to get her to break a little before he commits himself to... anything. Sure, he could sweep her off of her feet and be charming, but this is so much more entertaining. ]
Isn't that good enough?
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If she didn't start to grow fond, she probably would've attempted to snap him into two right now. It turns out that the power he gives her is more so he can make her admit to this out loud. This is loaded. He's dangerous.]
You...[Her eyes narrow at him, her fists ball up. Don't do it...DON'T DO IT.] Fine. You wish to hear my commands. You've been pushing and pulling, don't think I don't know what you're trying to do. You want me to admit to it, no?
[DON'T SNAP.] Then I command you teach me the ways of intimacy, if you so offered. If my hints are not obvious enough, then I will say it: I'm demanding you take me, you jerk!
[She snapped.
...
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...
SHE WISHES SHE COULD TAKE SOME OF THAT BACK.]
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Ohhh, so you know what you want?
[ His voice drops into something low and he leans in again, smile sidw, as he noses up against her face. ]
You want to be taken? You want to feel like you're being ravished? Because that's what I'm hearing from you.
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But she is sure, by the way he carried her before into the bathroom, brushed her hair gently, that this would've stopped had she not voiced her intentions. It seems, as soon as he said that he liked his new master, he has been patient to someone as fresh as her. He can be a good man, despite his mouth.
Sen takes a deep breath.]
As I said before, I do not let just anyone in. I said, I want to be taken by you. [She touches his cheek wth her own, nuzzling lightly before clamping her teeth onto his earlobe. It's firm, enough to mark, before her lips press to soften it.
He maybe hearing correctly, but she's still not going to make it easy.]
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Can't say you didn't ask for it.
[ He kisses her after that. Hard and demanding, with maybe a bit too much bite. ]
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