Xairah_Evans
Orange Monkey Glitter
Faust wasn't the type to be shy, anti-social maybe but never truly shy, but he found himself at a slight loss for words when his eyes caught the sight of her skin slowly being revealed, it wasn't quite risque but it seemed more then slightly alluring to him, her scent was not lost to him, she was strange, in a good way, he didn't smell chemicals on her of any sort, which being in his profession he was commonly around on a day to day basis, even when he went out he smelled them, everywhere. To her question he nodded slowly, an audible gulp sounding from his throat, her eyes locked with his were perhaps most enticing, he would probably kick himself forever if he said no to her suggestion,
"I'd um, I'd really like that actually, yes, please, um and I hate to ask but do you think I could get a drink to go with whatever entertainment is planned, a screwdriver maybe, I suddenly have a hard time swallowing." he explained with a chuckle as he scratched behind his ears nervously.
A soft smile appeared on her face as she looked at him, wondering why he was suddenly speaking so nervously. Blinking lightly as he spoke, then found herself chuckling at him.
"Don't be so nervous, doctor." she said as she tapped on the buttons of his lab coat.
"I'll be gentle with you. I'm a rough girl, you see." Her lips said it slow, lustfully. Putting her fingers through her hair, she leaned close to him. Her white hair and black streak just fell back in place, but revealing her purple eyes more than before.
"Oh? Dehydrated, are we?" The woman's fingers went up to tap his lips, her soft bare skin growing closer as her eyes narrowed further. An enchanting chuckle left her succulent tongue.
Faust grinned at her words, teasing as they were he was only nervous part of the time, a monster lurked inside him and it so enjoyed coming out to play, the nervous bunny was just the bait,
"A bit, but only nervous because when such celestial beings like yourself appear from the heavens tales of catastrophe are sure to follow suit, on the heels of the angels doth devils lurk."He spoke softly, his tone almost serious, until, with a wink he started laughing at his own cliche comparison,
"And if I ever do something as stereotypical as comparing you to an angel again you are welcome to slap me, but don't worry about being gentle with me, I can take a good deal of pain."He teased with a wink,
"But honestly, you did make me nervous for the briefest of seconds, and it has everything to do with your beauty."He explained honestly as his hand slowly reached out and brushed aside a lock of her hair, revealing more of her face,
"And if you want to get a drink too I won't tell your boss you were drinking on the job or anything" He joked softly, her every movement not lost on him, almost each of them negotiating with his senses, attempting to overload them with desire and lust.