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originallutece) wrote2017-09-22 05:41 pm
originallutece) wrote2017-09-22 05:41 pm
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Well. I admire your dedication to legitimacy, even if I wouldn't emulate it myself. Are you going into business?
That's the plan. [ she turns her head to take a quick look around, just to make sure nobody is eavesdropping even by accident, and smirks. ] Olympia is a land of suckers. I think the locals here are a little more street-smart. They don't seem like they'd be so easily fooled, y'know what I mean?
[ after all, with her power, all she can do is provide counterfeit goods. ]
[ after all, with her power, all she can do is provide counterfeit goods. ]
[ if Rosalind is still finding herself surprised with Bigby's crudeness, she hasn't gotten to know him very well. there is nothing about Bigby that isn't the definition of crude. she's about to fuck a goddamned wolf-man. it comes with the territory. there may be a few moments where he will bless her with tenderness, but if she blinks, she might miss it. she will surely be distracted by the sharpness of his fangs sinking into the flesh of her thigh, biting and sucking as a way to keep himself at bay while his fingers did the work.
it's easy to figure out just how hard she is trying to stop herself from getting off so quickly. he doesn't make it easy for her. his fingers continue to pound into her cunt with no remorse, even when her walls get tighter and her legs tighten out of reflex, surely a sign of her physically preventing herself from reaching a second orgasm. he merely continues smirking with satisfaction when she manages to nod, and it isn't long after when he lazily drags his tongue up her leg until it's running along just above his prodding fingers.
she won't be able to rub her clit for long. he licks and runs his organ around her digit, tasting the juices that have already slicked her skin. whether she wants to or not, he's taking her finger inside of his mouth, lips tightening around the width of it to give a resounding suck. it is only fitting that he lets her feel some type of warmth when considering the heat pouring out onto his own palm. Bigby will be satisfied for pissing her off by depriving her of any stimulation to her clit, but he will take her getting further aroused by the sight of the gruff man willingly pushing her finger down into his tongue until it's disappeared inside.
the worst part is that he'll sink his teeth down into the joint to keep her from pulling back if she decides to do so. it is safe to say he's going to keep her like this until she comes once more; considering his fingers continue to stretch and fuck her with no sign of slowing, she may not have to deal with him being insufferable for long. ]
it's easy to figure out just how hard she is trying to stop herself from getting off so quickly. he doesn't make it easy for her. his fingers continue to pound into her cunt with no remorse, even when her walls get tighter and her legs tighten out of reflex, surely a sign of her physically preventing herself from reaching a second orgasm. he merely continues smirking with satisfaction when she manages to nod, and it isn't long after when he lazily drags his tongue up her leg until it's running along just above his prodding fingers.
she won't be able to rub her clit for long. he licks and runs his organ around her digit, tasting the juices that have already slicked her skin. whether she wants to or not, he's taking her finger inside of his mouth, lips tightening around the width of it to give a resounding suck. it is only fitting that he lets her feel some type of warmth when considering the heat pouring out onto his own palm. Bigby will be satisfied for pissing her off by depriving her of any stimulation to her clit, but he will take her getting further aroused by the sight of the gruff man willingly pushing her finger down into his tongue until it's disappeared inside.
the worst part is that he'll sink his teeth down into the joint to keep her from pulling back if she decides to do so. it is safe to say he's going to keep her like this until she comes once more; considering his fingers continue to stretch and fuck her with no sign of slowing, she may not have to deal with him being insufferable for long. ]
[She opens her mouth to frame a curse, but nothing emerges but a moan, low and ragged. She can't speak, not right now, though she desperately wants to: to gasp in approval at that deep bite to her thigh; to snarl at him for pulling her fingers away from her; to let out a frustrated howl of her own at the way he's so bloody infuriating as he teases and taunts her.
Ah, no, that's not right. She almost manages to say something, as he bites at her fingers and refuses to let her touch herself. Her mouth opens to frame the word, and she nearly gets it out--]
Ple--
[Except then she bites her bottom lip, swallowing it back until she's certain she won't say such a stupid thing. Pleading with him, no, she won't, she won't, no matter that every inch of her body is on fire, no matter that there's some tiny part of her that wants to beg him just to see how smug he'd get, no. If he wants that, he'll have to earn it out of her later on.
But no matter how she fights it, he's absolutely correct about one thing: it really won't be long, whether she wants it or not, because the way he's working her really only has one conclusion. Never mind when he takes her fingers in his mouth, god-- her eyes lock on that, wide and eager, and oh, god, but she's so predictable in her fixations sometimes, but there's something about the hot slide of his tongue against her fingers that absolutely sets her off. Coupled with the way he's so relentless in the way he's fucking her, and soon she's tumbling over the edge.
And god, fucking hell, but it hits her hard-- like a bloody sledgehammer, wracking through her body as she jerks her head back and shrieks, loud enough that it echoes around the apartment. Once, twice, three times, throbbing around his fingers and dripping messily against his lips, his name caught up somewhere in the way she screams for him.
Her ears are ringing when she finally comes down from it, her eyes hazy and her body trembling, but she has one coherent thought, at least.]
Don't you dare go for a third one--
[Her voice is ragged, her mouth dropped open as she stares at him. She's still hoisted up, her legs spread and her knees by her ears, but she manages to sum up at least a little authoritativeness.
But he's contrary. And so in case he's getting any wise ideas about shoving his tongue back in her--]
Bring me to the bed. It's far past time you fucked me.
[He's still got his fingers in her, which means he'll be able to feel the way she throbs for that. But god, she wants to feel him in her.]
Ah, no, that's not right. She almost manages to say something, as he bites at her fingers and refuses to let her touch herself. Her mouth opens to frame the word, and she nearly gets it out--]
Ple--
[Except then she bites her bottom lip, swallowing it back until she's certain she won't say such a stupid thing. Pleading with him, no, she won't, she won't, no matter that every inch of her body is on fire, no matter that there's some tiny part of her that wants to beg him just to see how smug he'd get, no. If he wants that, he'll have to earn it out of her later on.
But no matter how she fights it, he's absolutely correct about one thing: it really won't be long, whether she wants it or not, because the way he's working her really only has one conclusion. Never mind when he takes her fingers in his mouth, god-- her eyes lock on that, wide and eager, and oh, god, but she's so predictable in her fixations sometimes, but there's something about the hot slide of his tongue against her fingers that absolutely sets her off. Coupled with the way he's so relentless in the way he's fucking her, and soon she's tumbling over the edge.
And god, fucking hell, but it hits her hard-- like a bloody sledgehammer, wracking through her body as she jerks her head back and shrieks, loud enough that it echoes around the apartment. Once, twice, three times, throbbing around his fingers and dripping messily against his lips, his name caught up somewhere in the way she screams for him.
Her ears are ringing when she finally comes down from it, her eyes hazy and her body trembling, but she has one coherent thought, at least.]
Don't you dare go for a third one--
[Her voice is ragged, her mouth dropped open as she stares at him. She's still hoisted up, her legs spread and her knees by her ears, but she manages to sum up at least a little authoritativeness.
But he's contrary. And so in case he's getting any wise ideas about shoving his tongue back in her--]
Bring me to the bed. It's far past time you fucked me.
[He's still got his fingers in her, which means he'll be able to feel the way she throbs for that. But god, she wants to feel him in her.]
Depends.
Were they born on Qresh? Still pretty good. Born on Leith? Probably a nice house and some property, making money off the backs of others. Born on Westerley? Well, you're shit out of luck, then.
Were they born on Qresh? Still pretty good. Born on Leith? Probably a nice house and some property, making money off the backs of others. Born on Westerley? Well, you're shit out of luck, then.
My family prefers Olympia. The heat isn't something we are used to in the North. Olympia is closer to home now.
[As much as could be found.]
Why supposed?
[As much as could be found.]
Why supposed?
[He grabs her by the throat and she inhales sharply, both startled and utterly turned on by the way he so casually does it. He'll feel her heart racing beneath his fingers, an excited thrum that only increases when he squeezes.
Which isn't to say she looks pleased. That selfsame frustration that had been present in the gala proper crosses her expression once more when he oh-so-casually dismisses all her demands. For a moment Rosalind opens her mouth, ready to argue, hungry to snap and bicker and get in his face. But ah . . . no, that's not the way. Not a direct fight, but rather something she can actually win.
Licking her lips, Rosalind steps forward, pressing up against him once more. Her hands dart down to tug at his trousers, deftly popping the button and unzipping him without looking, as she leans in to nip at his bottom lip. Murmured, then:]
Get us caught, Bigby Wolf, and I'll teleport you out of the room without your trousers. I might even put you square in the middle of all those dancers. You can gain a reputation as the man who wandered around a party with his prick out-- but then, I should hardly think you'd mind, hm? Since you don't seem to care about being loud.
[Is she serious? It's hard to say, but there's enough honesty in her tone that he ought to be left wondering. Of all the kinks they might or might not ever indulge in, exhibitionism isn't one of them. The threat of being caught is a turn-on, and god knows he can get her wet by taunting her with the possibility, but actually being caught? Unacceptable. Even here, she won't allow for such a thing.
But with that threat hanging in the air, Rosalind sees no reason to deprive herself (or him) any further. Sweeping her dress carefully forward, she drops to her knees before him, licking her lips in open anticipation. That ache is back, leaving her mouth sore and in desperate need of being filled, and thank god, here he is to tend to her. Rosalind inhales sharply as she draws him out, and gives herself just one moment of glancing up at him, delighted by the picture he makes. God, look at him, and it's hard not to think of something a little hideous when they're in a classroom like this. She bites her lip one last time just for the tease of it before she darts forward, taking him in her mouth proper.
And god, but it feels good. The instant he slips past her lips Rosalind moans, tongue darting forward to swirl eagerly around the head. There's absolutely something at work here, because even she doesn't usually feel this dizzy with delight over blowing someone, but Christ, this feels good. It feels right, satisfying, like fulfilling a craving or scratching an itch. She moans again, her lips tightening, and leans forward, intent on taking as much of him as she can stand.
(And if he goes to touch her hair, he'll get the back of his hand swatted quite hard. She might be enjoying herself, but she hasn't lost her mind completely).]
Which isn't to say she looks pleased. That selfsame frustration that had been present in the gala proper crosses her expression once more when he oh-so-casually dismisses all her demands. For a moment Rosalind opens her mouth, ready to argue, hungry to snap and bicker and get in his face. But ah . . . no, that's not the way. Not a direct fight, but rather something she can actually win.
Licking her lips, Rosalind steps forward, pressing up against him once more. Her hands dart down to tug at his trousers, deftly popping the button and unzipping him without looking, as she leans in to nip at his bottom lip. Murmured, then:]
Get us caught, Bigby Wolf, and I'll teleport you out of the room without your trousers. I might even put you square in the middle of all those dancers. You can gain a reputation as the man who wandered around a party with his prick out-- but then, I should hardly think you'd mind, hm? Since you don't seem to care about being loud.
[Is she serious? It's hard to say, but there's enough honesty in her tone that he ought to be left wondering. Of all the kinks they might or might not ever indulge in, exhibitionism isn't one of them. The threat of being caught is a turn-on, and god knows he can get her wet by taunting her with the possibility, but actually being caught? Unacceptable. Even here, she won't allow for such a thing.
But with that threat hanging in the air, Rosalind sees no reason to deprive herself (or him) any further. Sweeping her dress carefully forward, she drops to her knees before him, licking her lips in open anticipation. That ache is back, leaving her mouth sore and in desperate need of being filled, and thank god, here he is to tend to her. Rosalind inhales sharply as she draws him out, and gives herself just one moment of glancing up at him, delighted by the picture he makes. God, look at him, and it's hard not to think of something a little hideous when they're in a classroom like this. She bites her lip one last time just for the tease of it before she darts forward, taking him in her mouth proper.
And god, but it feels good. The instant he slips past her lips Rosalind moans, tongue darting forward to swirl eagerly around the head. There's absolutely something at work here, because even she doesn't usually feel this dizzy with delight over blowing someone, but Christ, this feels good. It feels right, satisfying, like fulfilling a craving or scratching an itch. She moans again, her lips tightening, and leans forward, intent on taking as much of him as she can stand.
(And if he goes to touch her hair, he'll get the back of his hand swatted quite hard. She might be enjoying herself, but she hasn't lost her mind completely).]
[She laughs softly.]
My mother insisted upon it. I believe my first lesson was when I was six or so. She wanted me to be a well-rounded young woman, so I can also sing, paint and converse on any number of pleasant and non-confrontational topics.
My mother insisted upon it. I believe my first lesson was when I was six or so. She wanted me to be a well-rounded young woman, so I can also sing, paint and converse on any number of pleasant and non-confrontational topics.
[She worries her bottom lip, fully enjoying the way he bites at her. So long as he doesn't leave a mark where others can see, she's more than happy to encourage him. Rosalind rolls her shoulder, working with him to let her dress slip more fully off her shoulder.]
You could take me somewhere more private. I'm certain there's a thousand and one empty little rooms we might utilize.
[She lets that linger in the air a moment before releasing him. Squirming, she takes a step back, pulling away from him and tipping her head in obvious expectation. Well?]
You could take me somewhere more private. I'm certain there's a thousand and one empty little rooms we might utilize.
[She lets that linger in the air a moment before releasing him. Squirming, she takes a step back, pulling away from him and tipping her head in obvious expectation. Well?]
[His bites soften into kisses again once Ros bares her shoulder entirely. Her words cut right through the amorous haze that settled over them-- Majima straightens up and gazes at her through a messy curtain of his hair.]
...You sure?
[Which betrays that he isn't, but he chases after her with his lips anyway. He doesn't want to put Ros in a precarious situation, he barely knows what he wants to do with himself, but he does know he can't stay away from the heat between them for very long.]
...You sure?
[Which betrays that he isn't, but he chases after her with his lips anyway. He doesn't want to put Ros in a precarious situation, he barely knows what he wants to do with himself, but he does know he can't stay away from the heat between them for very long.]
[She returns that kiss hungrily, her eyes closing as she leans into it. It's been four months since she's gotten to be kissed, and right now, Rosalind is eager to indulge herself. She's been looking at Majima since that night in the lagoon (and even before then; it's hard not to look when your first sight of a man is him slick with sweat and blood, triumphant and so vibrantly alive in a fight ring), and heaven knows she's liked what she's seen.
So yes, she's certain. But she doesn't know if he's asking out of hesitance for himself or her.]
I'm old enough to know what I want.
[She says it firmly, but not scoldingly. This isn't a reprimand. She brushes her hand through his hair, sweeping it back, and adds:]
But we can leave it at this, if you'd like.
So yes, she's certain. But she doesn't know if he's asking out of hesitance for himself or her.]
I'm old enough to know what I want.
[She says it firmly, but not scoldingly. This isn't a reprimand. She brushes her hand through his hair, sweeping it back, and adds:]
But we can leave it at this, if you'd like.
And here I was imagining you in something decidedly more intimate.
[Because if they're going to inevitably tumble into bed together, safe and secure in someone's home, they might as well indulge completely. Besides: sue her for wanting to see Isabela in something lacy. She can so perfectly picture it, and god, but it'd be good.]
But if you want to wear the dress, by all means. I'll take that too.
[Because if they're going to inevitably tumble into bed together, safe and secure in someone's home, they might as well indulge completely. Besides: sue her for wanting to see Isabela in something lacy. She can so perfectly picture it, and god, but it'd be good.]
But if you want to wear the dress, by all means. I'll take that too.
Arrogance, they tell me it's called.
[Oh, that's so unfair of him. Unfair the way he leans in, because now all she'd have to do is rise to the tips of her toes to catch him in a kiss-- and not just a quick thing, no, nothing like the one they'd shared when they were married. That had been a perfunctory thing, over with the moment the necessity for it was gone. But this . . .
She doesn't just want a kiss. She wants to fight with him, she decides, taking their verbal sparing to the next level. She wants to struggle to dominate the kiss, and see how easily (if at all) he gives in to her whims. She wants to make it fierce, harsh, so that his mouth aches and he's left hungry for the taste of her.
If anything happens after that, well. They'll cross that bridge when they come to it. For now--
For now, Rosalind's gaze lingers on his mouth for a long few seconds. She inhales softly, and for a moment it seems as if she might indeed give in. But-- no, and her eyes flick upwards once more, her hand tightening its grip on his. They're pressed up flush against each other, a fact she's very much aware of right now.
The song fades out, and Rosalind glances towards the side of the gala.]
Come along. I'm not one to put on a show, and I think you've more than earned your reward.
[Oh, that's so unfair of him. Unfair the way he leans in, because now all she'd have to do is rise to the tips of her toes to catch him in a kiss-- and not just a quick thing, no, nothing like the one they'd shared when they were married. That had been a perfunctory thing, over with the moment the necessity for it was gone. But this . . .
She doesn't just want a kiss. She wants to fight with him, she decides, taking their verbal sparing to the next level. She wants to struggle to dominate the kiss, and see how easily (if at all) he gives in to her whims. She wants to make it fierce, harsh, so that his mouth aches and he's left hungry for the taste of her.
If anything happens after that, well. They'll cross that bridge when they come to it. For now--
For now, Rosalind's gaze lingers on his mouth for a long few seconds. She inhales softly, and for a moment it seems as if she might indeed give in. But-- no, and her eyes flick upwards once more, her hand tightening its grip on his. They're pressed up flush against each other, a fact she's very much aware of right now.
The song fades out, and Rosalind glances towards the side of the gala.]
Come along. I'm not one to put on a show, and I think you've more than earned your reward.
[ he doesn't rush to pull her fingers out from between his lips, sucking them dry while also soaking them further with his spit. he lets them settle against his tongue as she rides through the high of her second orgasm, only pulling back when her body comes crashing down as hard as it does. only figuratively, of course, because she is still displayed to him in such a lewd, vivid manner. a manner that he will surely remember for the days or weeks to come. enough to make him want more in the future, long after the lust in the air is gone.
his fingers pull out of her in the process, watching the thin tendrils of arousal break apart with satisfaction. of course Bigby is taking his time now. whether or not it is because he wants to be insufferable is up for her to decide. ]
Oh, a third time might not be so bad. [ he teases the idea by dragging his tongue, long and deep, along the entirety of her cunt one last time. like a true animal, it seems. ] Can't even fucking say please.
[ Bigby won't force her to lie in the couch any longer than she already has. there's a grunt from him as he pulls himself up to his feet, and with him comes Rosalind. she weighs almost nothing to him, scooping her into his arms with little to no effort as he brings her to where he imagines her bedroom to be. it's not hard to find. Wyver is... simple like that. ]
And how is it you want to be fucked for the first time, Ms. Lutece. On your back? Bent over? Oh. Bet you'd be happy to ride me.
[ annnd that's him dropping her into the bed. it's not an outright toss, mind you, but she'll be splayed out on the end of the bed as Bigby discards whatever remaining clothing he has on at this point in time. Bigby seems pleased with himself to be towering over her right now. it allows him to watch every little move she makes. ]
Oh. Bet you'd be happy to ride me.
his fingers pull out of her in the process, watching the thin tendrils of arousal break apart with satisfaction. of course Bigby is taking his time now. whether or not it is because he wants to be insufferable is up for her to decide. ]
Oh, a third time might not be so bad. [ he teases the idea by dragging his tongue, long and deep, along the entirety of her cunt one last time. like a true animal, it seems. ] Can't even fucking say please.
[ Bigby won't force her to lie in the couch any longer than she already has. there's a grunt from him as he pulls himself up to his feet, and with him comes Rosalind. she weighs almost nothing to him, scooping her into his arms with little to no effort as he brings her to where he imagines her bedroom to be. it's not hard to find. Wyver is... simple like that. ]
And how is it you want to be fucked for the first time, Ms. Lutece. On your back? Bent over? Oh. Bet you'd be happy to ride me.
[ annnd that's him dropping her into the bed. it's not an outright toss, mind you, but she'll be splayed out on the end of the bed as Bigby discards whatever remaining clothing he has on at this point in time. Bigby seems pleased with himself to be towering over her right now. it allows him to watch every little move she makes. ]
Oh. Bet you'd be happy to ride me.
[She grips him a little more tightly than she has to as he hoists her up in his arms, leery even now that she'll somehow be dropped or handled clumsily. He does neither, of course; any rough spots are intentional, and even then, she can't begrudge him them. She ends up sprawled on the bed, her legs spread and her eyes hungry as they stare up at him.
But it seems he wants to watch right now. Well, that suits her just fine. Let him watch; she's more than a few clothes of her own to take care of right now anyway. Rosalind rolls her shoulders back, tugging her blouse off properly. Her skirt comes next, slipped over her hips and discarded off the edge of the bed. Just stockings and her bra left, but Rosalind waits a moment, preferring to stare back up at him instead. Her expression is as arrogant as she can make it, despite the fact she's got her legs pressed tight together in an attempt to stave off some oversensitivity.]
I hardly see why I have to choose just one.
[First time, he says, and Rosalind abruptly wonders if he means for the first time in Nysa or for the first time tonight. God, and her thighs press tighter for a moment, a shiver running through her at the thought.]
You're right: I would like to ride you. And when we tire of that, you can bend me over the bed.
[She punctuates that by reaching behind her, finally unhooking the clasp and letting the lacy garment fall from her figure. It leaves them even, equally exposed and undressed, and yet somehow under his predatory gaze Ros ends up feeling more naked than ever.
Perhaps that's why she lifts one foot, resting it firmly against his chest. She's still got her stockings on, and of course it'd be a moment's work for her to take them off, but why should she?]
Take them off. Nicely, Bigby. Don't rip or tear, and you'll get a reward.
But it seems he wants to watch right now. Well, that suits her just fine. Let him watch; she's more than a few clothes of her own to take care of right now anyway. Rosalind rolls her shoulders back, tugging her blouse off properly. Her skirt comes next, slipped over her hips and discarded off the edge of the bed. Just stockings and her bra left, but Rosalind waits a moment, preferring to stare back up at him instead. Her expression is as arrogant as she can make it, despite the fact she's got her legs pressed tight together in an attempt to stave off some oversensitivity.]
I hardly see why I have to choose just one.
[First time, he says, and Rosalind abruptly wonders if he means for the first time in Nysa or for the first time tonight. God, and her thighs press tighter for a moment, a shiver running through her at the thought.]
You're right: I would like to ride you. And when we tire of that, you can bend me over the bed.
[She punctuates that by reaching behind her, finally unhooking the clasp and letting the lacy garment fall from her figure. It leaves them even, equally exposed and undressed, and yet somehow under his predatory gaze Ros ends up feeling more naked than ever.
Perhaps that's why she lifts one foot, resting it firmly against his chest. She's still got her stockings on, and of course it'd be a moment's work for her to take them off, but why should she?]
Take them off. Nicely, Bigby. Don't rip or tear, and you'll get a reward.
Edited 2018-01-03 06:01 (UTC)
[There's no barbs in her words, much to Majima's surprise, but his cheeks still sting. He isn't sure why he's hesitating-- that will all come back once the spell and his own urges wear off. For now, he reminds himself of the promises he made to himself before he woke up here. He can do whatever he wants to do, wherever he wants to do it. Even though the Orbiters had a leash on him again, it's loose now. Ros, it seems, barely suffers from hers at all.]
Take us somewhere. Your way.
[She's never teleported with him before, but now seems like an opportune time to take advantage of the possibility.]
Take us somewhere. Your way.
[She's never teleported with him before, but now seems like an opportune time to take advantage of the possibility.]
[That startles her into a quick smile. It's gone in an instant, replaced by something slyer, and she reaches to take his hand.]
Ready?
[Ready or not, here they go. Fortunately for him, it isn't as if there's much to the experience: they simply appear and disappear, all within a breath. They're in the gala hall, and then suddenly they're outside, all cool air and bright moonlight, and then on a rooftop, high above the gala, which is far too cold, so then Rosalind pauses only half a moment, frowning in concentration, before they're in the inn just below them, the room empty and Rosalind's smirk triumphant.
It's dark in here, and she can hear the noise of the inn below them, but no one seems interested in this room. Rosalind steps forward, pressing up tight against him, nosing against his jaw.]
Mm . . . no one will bother us. My precognition isn't what it used to be, but sometimes it kicks in just when I need it to.
Ready?
[Ready or not, here they go. Fortunately for him, it isn't as if there's much to the experience: they simply appear and disappear, all within a breath. They're in the gala hall, and then suddenly they're outside, all cool air and bright moonlight, and then on a rooftop, high above the gala, which is far too cold, so then Rosalind pauses only half a moment, frowning in concentration, before they're in the inn just below them, the room empty and Rosalind's smirk triumphant.
It's dark in here, and she can hear the noise of the inn below them, but no one seems interested in this room. Rosalind steps forward, pressing up tight against him, nosing against his jaw.]
Mm . . . no one will bother us. My precognition isn't what it used to be, but sometimes it kicks in just when I need it to.
Oh, for Christ's sake, Rosalind. You're lucky I promised not to tell you to shut up.
[ Bigby won't be so stupid as to ruin their little privacy by being so loud that he will bring attention upon them. it's quite clear that she wants this, but she is still cognizant enough to know she does not want to become an exhibitionist. fair enough, since dancing on the floor alone will be enough of a nightmare. just in case she thinks he was seriously considering quieting her just moments after, he's gone from gripping her throat to running his thumb along her bottom lip, as if testing its soft shape for what is to come.
he expects her to want something in writing before they move forward, but to his surprise and benefit, she's on her knees just seconds after. something as simple as her licking her lips is enough to make his brows perk with immense interest, finding himself oddly excited to see just how different this blowjob may be from ones in the past. she's always been eager in the past, but with the odd effects of the gala, he can't help but imagine things may be quite different. ]
Goddamn.
[ that's all he can manage to say when she's taking the head of his cock inside of her mouth. it is almost instinct for him to reach for her head, so when she swats at his knuckles, he growls and slowly retracts. both palms remain on the surface of the desk as he lets her get to work. forcing Bigby to remain standing with idle hands is just about the evilest thing you can do to the man, but that's okay. her tongue is warm, wet and soft and he wants more of just that. ]
Mmf... Let me see how you look just sucking on the tip. You liked that damn candy cane so much, so show me how much you like this, too.
[ Bigby won't be so stupid as to ruin their little privacy by being so loud that he will bring attention upon them. it's quite clear that she wants this, but she is still cognizant enough to know she does not want to become an exhibitionist. fair enough, since dancing on the floor alone will be enough of a nightmare. just in case she thinks he was seriously considering quieting her just moments after, he's gone from gripping her throat to running his thumb along her bottom lip, as if testing its soft shape for what is to come.
he expects her to want something in writing before they move forward, but to his surprise and benefit, she's on her knees just seconds after. something as simple as her licking her lips is enough to make his brows perk with immense interest, finding himself oddly excited to see just how different this blowjob may be from ones in the past. she's always been eager in the past, but with the odd effects of the gala, he can't help but imagine things may be quite different. ]
Goddamn.
[ that's all he can manage to say when she's taking the head of his cock inside of her mouth. it is almost instinct for him to reach for her head, so when she swats at his knuckles, he growls and slowly retracts. both palms remain on the surface of the desk as he lets her get to work. forcing Bigby to remain standing with idle hands is just about the evilest thing you can do to the man, but that's okay. her tongue is warm, wet and soft and he wants more of just that. ]
Mmf... Let me see how you look just sucking on the tip. You liked that damn candy cane so much, so show me how much you like this, too.
[And how it differs, at least for now, is that Rosalind is content to do nothing more than be good for him. Obedient, pliant, willing to do precisely as he tells her . . . no, that assuredly won't last, but at least it's nice while it does. Good girl, he'd once called her, patronizing in usage even if not in spirit, and she hates that the phrase is rattling around her head now.
She draws her head back slowly, his slick cock sliding past her lips, til just the tip lingers in her mouth. Her lips tighten around it, and Rosalind hums softly, her eyes going hooded as she stares up at him. It's hard for her not to duck forward once more, too eager to fulfill her cravings to bother with teasing like this, but it's almost worth it for the sense of immense satisfaction she feels as she sucks hard. Just like that, and her tongue drags forward, sliding eagerly over the tip, lapping up whatever arousal has already begun to slip out of him.
Ah . . . and she only realizes it now, but the one downside to doing this here and now is how she's dressed. There's not a chance she can touch herself, not like this; Rosalind squirms impatiently, fingers curling against her thigh. But that's a secondary thought; a moment later and she attends, focusing back up on him. Another low hum as her cheeks hollow, sucking hard at him as she might have that candy cane.]
She draws her head back slowly, his slick cock sliding past her lips, til just the tip lingers in her mouth. Her lips tighten around it, and Rosalind hums softly, her eyes going hooded as she stares up at him. It's hard for her not to duck forward once more, too eager to fulfill her cravings to bother with teasing like this, but it's almost worth it for the sense of immense satisfaction she feels as she sucks hard. Just like that, and her tongue drags forward, sliding eagerly over the tip, lapping up whatever arousal has already begun to slip out of him.
Ah . . . and she only realizes it now, but the one downside to doing this here and now is how she's dressed. There's not a chance she can touch herself, not like this; Rosalind squirms impatiently, fingers curling against her thigh. But that's a secondary thought; a moment later and she attends, focusing back up on him. Another low hum as her cheeks hollow, sucking hard at him as she might have that candy cane.]
Maybe I'll have a surprise for you underneath it. The best treasures found are the ones you uncover yourself after all.
[She appreciates how bold Rosalind is about her intentions, the likes of which she doesn't get from many people she's mutually interested in. Usually its her making the forward moves in these kind of affairs, but she'll follow Ros' lead and see where it goes. She can only imagine how much fun it would be, rolling in the sheets with her, continuing to surprise her in exciting new ways. Her fingers trace patterns idly on her back as she pictures it.]
So it'll be a trip for business and pleasure, hmm? [She leans forward to nip at her lips just because she can, grinning when she pulls back. Such a tease, that Isabela.] I'm already looking forward to it.
[She appreciates how bold Rosalind is about her intentions, the likes of which she doesn't get from many people she's mutually interested in. Usually its her making the forward moves in these kind of affairs, but she'll follow Ros' lead and see where it goes. She can only imagine how much fun it would be, rolling in the sheets with her, continuing to surprise her in exciting new ways. Her fingers trace patterns idly on her back as she pictures it.]
So it'll be a trip for business and pleasure, hmm? [She leans forward to nip at her lips just because she can, grinning when she pulls back. Such a tease, that Isabela.] I'm already looking forward to it.
[He's so close, he knows it. She's right there on the edge, he can see it in her eyes -- right there, just thinking about pressing her lips against to his. He would accept it, gladly, indulge in it for however long this enchantment was supposed to last over him. For as much as her mouth was practically magnetic to him right now, it is considerably difficult for a man like him to forget that an outside force is exerting control over him.
To his credit(?), at least, this thought is relatively small compared to his main focus turning itself over and over in his head.
But then the song fades away, and he feels her gripping at him tighter. Despite himself, he just raises a brow.]
Stealing me away to a dark corner of the room? How improper.
[It's such a laughable joke, highlighted by how much resistance he doesn't give her as they move away.]
To his credit(?), at least, this thought is relatively small compared to his main focus turning itself over and over in his head.
But then the song fades away, and he feels her gripping at him tighter. Despite himself, he just raises a brow.]
Stealing me away to a dark corner of the room? How improper.
[It's such a laughable joke, highlighted by how much resistance he doesn't give her as they move away.]
Oh? Do you care about such things now?
[Of course he doesn't. Rosalind pulls away, releasing his hand in favor of leading the way towards one of the massive double-doors. There are plenty of dark corners in the gala proper, and the lighting is dim enough she imagines she could get away with kissing him, but Rosalind doesn't want to have to worry about even the slightest possibility of being watched.
Or caught. Prompto is still lurking around here, and though he'd seemed utterly preoccupied with his girl, she can't help but think of his scornful little question earlier. Are you, like, into him now? No, god forbid he should see such a thing.
It's cold outside, but he's large and warm, and so Rosalind feels no hesitation in leaning back against a wall. The chill seeps through the thin fabric of her dress, lingering where it goes transparent, and she bites back a shiver.]
Come here.
[It's not a request. Perhaps she'll be the first to give in, but at least she can do it bossily. Rosalind reaches for him, pulling him closer, as much for warmth as for lust.]
[Of course he doesn't. Rosalind pulls away, releasing his hand in favor of leading the way towards one of the massive double-doors. There are plenty of dark corners in the gala proper, and the lighting is dim enough she imagines she could get away with kissing him, but Rosalind doesn't want to have to worry about even the slightest possibility of being watched.
Or caught. Prompto is still lurking around here, and though he'd seemed utterly preoccupied with his girl, she can't help but think of his scornful little question earlier. Are you, like, into him now? No, god forbid he should see such a thing.
It's cold outside, but he's large and warm, and so Rosalind feels no hesitation in leaning back against a wall. The chill seeps through the thin fabric of her dress, lingering where it goes transparent, and she bites back a shiver.]
Come here.
[It's not a request. Perhaps she'll be the first to give in, but at least she can do it bossily. Rosalind reaches for him, pulling him closer, as much for warmth as for lust.]
So am I.
[But that's for the future. Right here and now, Rosalind isn't quite finished with the other woman yet. How could she be? They've kissed, yes, but surely they don't have to stop just because they've done it a few times. The gala will go on for hours.
So she tugs her in close, meeting her for another kiss, biting hungrily at her bottom lip as she does. Just one more, and then she'll release her.]
[But that's for the future. Right here and now, Rosalind isn't quite finished with the other woman yet. How could she be? They've kissed, yes, but surely they don't have to stop just because they've done it a few times. The gala will go on for hours.
So she tugs her in close, meeting her for another kiss, biting hungrily at her bottom lip as she does. Just one more, and then she'll release her.]
[Before he can answer, the cold bites at his skin, then the wind blows his hair behind him, and then things go dark. His eye adjusts quickly enough, but he leans a bit more against her to anchor himself in the spot where he wasn't just a second ago. Maybe, he thinks dizzily, that was a terrible idea, but then Ros is whispering to him, her breath soft but hot on his cheek, and it's forgotten.]
What, you're sayin' you knew we'd end up like this?
[He sits on the bed his heels knocked against when they landed, and pulls Ros into his lap before she can answer. Majima slips his hand behind her head and brings her in for another kiss, harder now without the fear of being discovered.]
What, you're sayin' you knew we'd end up like this?
[He sits on the bed his heels knocked against when they landed, and pulls Ros into his lap before she can answer. Majima slips his hand behind her head and brings her in for another kiss, harder now without the fear of being discovered.]
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