In these Shackles (Slave/Master rp O/A)

[La Mulatto]

Dekeleni smiled, letting her hands search through the pile of goodies. She suddenly pulled back, letting out a sharp but quiet 'ouch!' She looked at her pricked finger, sitting up. "Is there a band aid or something up there, Marco... I got a boo-boo." She spoke in a completely normal tone, not really knowing what to call her tiny cut.

[suna ookami]

-Marco: The Voice of an Angel-

Marco shook his head. "I don't know. . ." He whispered, taking her hand and looking over her finger. "It's just a scratch." Marco said, bringing his lips to the cut and licking up a few droplets of Dekeleni's blood. "No big deal."

[La Mulatto]

Dekeleni felt chills go up her spine, biting her lip when Marco did this. She blinked, trying to not make a big deal about it. She kept her eyes down, blushing gently. "You didn't have to do that..."

[suna ookami]

-Marco: The Voice of an Angel-

"Well, you aren't complaining that it hurts anymore. . . Now are you?" Marco said softly as he loosened his grip on Dekeleni's hand. "It's not bleeding anymore either. . ."

[La Mulatto]

Dekeleni looked down at her finger, wondering what he had done to it. She jumped alittle, pulling it back and trying to pretend it had never happened. She scooped everything back into her purse, before looking over at Marco. "So weird."

[suna ookami]

-Marco: The Voice of an Angel-

"What?" Marco said looking at Dekeleni, clueless. It hadn't been like the wound vanished. It just stopped bleeding. He stretched his arms up to relax his muscles.

[La Mulatto]

Dekeleni normally shed a ton of blood from even small cuts, a little weirded out. She shrugged, shoving her purse to the ground. She sat her seat up, scootching closer to Marco. She cuddled against Marco, curling up against him. Resting her head on his shoulder, she smiled, sighing.

[suna ookami]

-Marco: The Voice of an Angel-

Marco felt his face turn a very faint shade of pink as Dekeleni rested her head against his shoulder. "Comfortable?" He grinned, leaning his head against hers for a few moments.

[La Mulatto]

Dekeleni smirked, looking up at Marco. "Very. She giggled, pecking his cheek gently. She felt playful, definatly energetic. Her grin spread across her face, waiting for him to respond.

[suna ookami]

-Marco: The Voice of an Angel-

"Good." Marco breathed, kissing Dekeleni back on the top of her head. The shade of pink never fading from his cheeks.

[La Mulatto]

Eyes half open, Dekeleni sat up, still leaning against Marco, gently running her fingers through his hair. She leaned in and pressed her lips against the side of his neck, kissing his skin softly. She pulled back, looking up to see his lightly pinkened cheeks. She crawled up into his lap, straddling him. "I'm bored!"

[suna ookami]

-Marco: The Voice of an Angel-

The boy shivered, suppressing a groan. Of course, she had to go for his neck again. That drove him crazy. His face turned a darker shade of pink. "A-And what makes you think I'm not?" Marco stuttered, looking at Dekeleni as she climbed onto his lap.

[La Mulatto]

Dekeleni mixed a moan and a sigh, slipping open his shirt. She grazed her teeth along his neck, resting her hands on his bare skin. She gently ran her nails along the middle of his upper back, giggling gently. "I dunno... You're just a little... Quiet." she wanted to hear him moan, pulling away from his neck and kissing his lips gently.

[suna ookami]

-Marco: The Voice of an Angel-

Marco gasped. "Wh-What are you-" He breathed, shivering. Marco grabbed a hold of Dekeleni. He had warned her about his neck. He wanted to pin her down in the worst way now. Marco fought it, biting down hard on his lower lip.

[La Mulatto]

Dekeleni blinked innocently, staring up at Marco. "What'd I do wrong?" She leaned closer, smiling gently. She slid her hands over his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles gently. She had been bored, and simply wanted to stir things up.