[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.]
[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:]
[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.]
[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.
[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.]
[No, she almost tells him, no, I simply know we won't be bothered, because she can see the future dimly, like déjà vu but better adjusted. And what the future contains, here and now, is an empty room, darkened and cool, perfect for the two of them.
But then he's kissing her, yanking her into his lap with a strength that makes her giddy. Her legs slot around his hips, her dress hoisted up and her hands braced on his shoulders. With a moan she leans in, returning the kiss just as hard, her tongue slipping forward to tease at his lips and run against the sharp edge of his teeth.
For his sake, she won't grind down just yet. But god, it's hard not to.]
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...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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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.
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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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But then he's kissing her, yanking her into his lap with a strength that makes her giddy. Her legs slot around his hips, her dress hoisted up and her hands braced on his shoulders. With a moan she leans in, returning the kiss just as hard, her tongue slipping forward to tease at his lips and run against the sharp edge of his teeth.
For his sake, she won't grind down just yet. But god, it's hard not to.]