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"Yes," Clerise says sardonically, "I caught the reference, brat-- oh my god, never in my life will I call you papa g or thug or anything with daddy in it--"

She smacked him upside the head, lightly, and laughed her a** off.

And then he was-- was that almost a blush she saw? She nearly died from the adorable. He needed to go and consult other men or the internet and--

He was a virgin. That, or sorely out of practice, but given his age-- oh. She felt vaguely like a cradle robber, but at the same time, she felt like he could become something great.

"Well, I prefer to learn by doing, but uh...there IS no internet, babe," Clerise sighs, tilting her head back. She reached up to undo her traditional buns, letting the longer parts of her hair tumble down, the pieces wavy from being up all day.

Lacing her fingers with Dakota's, Clerise pondered a plan, lips curving upwards into a smirk at the mental image of Dakota asking the creepy Doc or Strongman for advice.

"MMm. I'm thinking." She pressed back to him, trying hard to focus on amusing things rather than the grogginess in the bar, smashed bottles surrounding them in the dim, the sweet smell of alcohol and rot, the image of Evie bleeding--

Come on, Clerise Nicole. Don't be such a ******** child. You're alive. You can do this.

"No one's good at first, you know, brat." God knows she hadn't been. "Juuuust saying."

"Not even once, you're like, six ******** years younger than me-- that doesn't even make sense, don't make that face at me--"

She laughed, shaking her head against the pillow.

Relaxing against him, Clerise let the boy put two and two together, turning so that they were facing each other.

"You're a quick learner," she replied cryptically, lips quirked upwards in an almost gentle smile.

"Only if you're sure you don't want to go and give that to Reine," Clerise asked, lightly teasing, leaning into his touch, one of her brows lifted. In the end, she had been fine-- wounded like the rest of them, but...alive.

It was a relief, but still, she'd brought up...the mission. Twining fingers into his hair again, she hummed a little to herself, tugging him a little closer. "But really-- you don't need my permission." Clerise was willing, after all. She slid closer, nuzzling her face to Dakota's, their lips awfully close.

She would let him make the final move.

"I forget how young you are, sometimes," she replied after his diatribe, smiling. "Not in a bad way-- it's just when you're eighteen, you're still figuring the world out. That's not a slight against you," Clerise slid her fingers into Dakota's again, for her own sake, not his. "It's just how it is. Combined with the fact that we're fighting the monsters in the dark and living a...rather different life than the standard, it's just to be expected."

She listened as Dakota described his crush on Reine to her-- and how it was, perhaps, fading. It made her a bad person, perhaps, but that did make her feel better. Clerise's last intention was to break his heart, and not just because she hated weepy people hanging all over her.

"It's not a race you need to ********' sprint through-- you just tell me what you want, and we can go from there. You're the one steering this ship." Clerise gave him a reassuring smile, tangling her foot with his, hooking them at the ankle.

Funny how the only things she really had any good advice about were sex and sexuality.

He was a good kid, one that had grown up too fast, and was budding into a beautiful little flower. Or er, turning into a nice young man. Everyone at Deus Ex had grown up a little too fast--

Besides. He was more mature than Robert in some ways, and that had to count for something.


And then he was kissing her like she was something dainty, with caution and a level of reverence she was unused to. Raising a hand to slide against Dakota's cheek, she tilted her head, letting her mouth fall open. Clerise pressed her tongue to his, exploring his mouth at a luxurious pace.

She wasn't in any hurry.

"Makes two of us, then," is the reply Dakota gets, even as she sighs as Dakota pulls her closer. It had been too long since she had truly had physical contact with another. Dwight didn't exactly count-- one way streets were just that. He had his fun and Clerise had probably made his week, but nothing beat the feel of a palm against your own, legs tangled in yours, lips pressed to your own.

"Mm. Something like that, anyway." It didn't have to be slow, per say...just he was in an awful rush, it seemed. No need to dive when you can stick your toes in the pool.

His return to the kiss was cautious, and the redhead let her fingers cup the back of Dakota's skull, letting him get accustomed to the act. "Oh, good boy," she murmured after Dakota bit her, voice obviously pleased. Clerise returned the nibble with a grin, taking his lower lip into her mouth, teeth tugging on it just enough to be felt.

She wouldn't scare him, for now, with the fact that she liked it...a bit more rough.

Baby steps.

{[ This is highly inappropriate in ways I cannot begin to even list. ]}

Clerise ignored him, and instead turned the bite into another kiss, more forceful, dominating it with her tongue and lips-- almost as if she was daring Dakota to try and take control.

Oh, she knew he was a fast learner. She let herself be pushed down against the mattress, sliding a leg upwards to wrap around Dakota's waist, relishing in the look he was giving her.

Little kitty had claws, and Clerise liked it. She yanked on his hair as soon as the kiss was done, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat, biting-- and sucking enough to leave a mark against his skin.

She was breathless when they parted, tilting her head back, a grin on her kiss-swollen lips. Sliding her arms around Dakota's chest, Clerise envelope him in a warm hug, catching her breathe.

Oh, he's never, huh?

She peered curiously at the teenager, at his unexpected wince-- and then he looked at his weapon, and she could sympathize. Clerise turned her eyes to Balthazar, who was strewn somewhere on the ground in the room.

He expressed his disapproval in a full-blown lecture, including the benefits of being chaste before marriage.

"Mine called you fragile and said you needed to be shielded from the likes of big bad me," Clerise whispered back, conspiratorially. "And puhhlease, don't tell me you'd prefer what's waiting for us in dreams to me, hm?" It was bittersweet-- she knew the nightmares, and knew them well.

So she pulled him close again for a searing kiss, sliding her thigh between Dakota's legs, grinning like a tiger, moving so that she could feel those abs that had made her so happy while dueling over pizza.

Raking her nails over them, dragging them slowly upwards, Clerise laughed into the other hunter's mouth, giving him another n**.

"Bimbo is probably right," she acquiesces. "I'll embrace that." She taps Dakota's temple with a smirk. "You hear that, b***h? Deal with it."

Clerise giggled ferociously as his weapon had a conniption fit on the desk, feeling rather triumphant about it.

She smiled down at him as he faded to sleep, pressing a nigh chaste kiss to his temple as he did.

After his breathing evened out, Clerise promptly switch their positions.

No one spooned her, thank you very much. Sleep was not eager to reach her, and really, Clerise was glad. She wrapped her arm around Dakota's chest securely, tangled their legs, and let herself relax in the dim.

It took an hour or two, but she finally succumbed, fingers tangled in his.