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 Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2025 8:15 am
  
Enzo raised a brow slowly at Xena’s reaction to him paying for their tab, it wasn’t a huge deal, and he certainly didn’t want her to pay him back. But her tone of voice suggested he didn’t have a choice in the matter. Still though, “I won’t accept it,” he shrugged muttering under his breath, looking back to the path. Xena caught his interest, she was different—harsh, yet when he really paid attention, he could tell there was something underneath it all. Maybe a softness, deep, deep down. Or maybe he was just drunk. In any case, she was intriguing. A large part of him wanted to ask where she was from, but the Academy had strict rules surrounding exposing any details of where someone was from, their abilities, families, etc. It was frustrating, and half of the schools’ population didn’t follow the guidelines anyway. Though, he had to. He couldn’t risk expulsion, not with his siblings there.
History class really was something, it left him with a broken nose. Twice. Once in the hallucination and then almost immediately after. His hand found his nose, slightly crooked now; despite it being barely visible it pissed him off to no end. ”It’s whatever. I’m sure I’ll get my chance to be tortured sooner or later.”
Her laughter pulled his attention back to her, when he noticed she had been looking at him; maybe analyze was a better way to describe it. He laughed alongside her, “You will, I have no doubt.” She wasn’t wrong, the teachers here were… a bit much, and it wouldn’t surprise him if another similar situation was thrust upon them. “I got sucker punched in the face by some loser, but other than I fared fine.” He paused, thinking back to his time as a false Corthyrian soldier, he didn’t even know he was one until after the simulation. “Actually, a few people died, so I’ve heard,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m pretty sure that’s how a lot of people ended up waking up.”
He lifted his gaze up as the approached the front doors to Utopia, “So, if you’re up for it, I have some alcohol back at my dorm. Want to keep the night going?” He hesitated for a moment, “We can also take it to go?” Enzo felt it was best to leave it up to her, he was a gentleman first. He pressed his shoulder into the door and pushed it wide, keeping it open for Xena, then followed behind her as soon as she stepped in. “My room is this way,” he knew he had a few spirits hidden in his closet, he kept it there specifically for nights when he couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to be social. Dark and light liquor and ale, and he was pretty sure there was a bottle of wine somewhere in there as well.
They didn’t have to travel far before making it to his dormitory. With a quick turn of the key he opened the old door and stepped inside, once again holding it open for his companion. His turned on a lamp and headed toward his closet. The room looked unlived in, which he knew. What was the point in making it "homey", he was only there to sleep and study anyway. His desk had two pictures in small frames, one was old, showing a photograph of a very young Enzo and a few of his siblings. In another was a dog, it looked like a large stray with short patchy fur, but he had a bandana on.
Enzo pulled out a cardboard box and flipped it open, revealing his own little bar. “Pick your poison,” a grin pulled at his lips when he shifted his gaze to her, he himself chose an amber colored ale. Wherever they decided to spend there time, he was just glad to get to know this person a little more--and frankly, he was still wide awake. His insomnia had only worsened since the simulation, so this was great.
OOC: N/A Location: Outdoors -- DormCompany:Xena Wearing: Fit
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2025 11:15 pm
   LOCATION: Enzo’s dorm xxx COMPANY: Enzo xxx CLOTHING: Xena's outfit(Middle one)
"Speaking #7900ac""Thinking #7900ac"
The muttered response he gave her had her arching a dark brow in response. Was he really going to argue with her about this? What kind of man turned down a free dinner? Especially with someone that looked like her? Hmm, maybe he swung the other way. He had missed her invitation earlier. Or, rather, turned it down completely. That had to be it. Still, no matter what team he played for, Xena hated being in someone else’s debt. She’d find a way to make it up to him when he would have no other choice but to accept.
Watching him as she was, she caught the way he touched his nose. From the look of it, he’d gotten into a bit of a tussle lately. Was that because of the class? Irritation stirred to life within her once more at the thought, reminding her of what she’d missed. Stupid carriage and its stupid slow a**. If she’d just taken her horse and sent for her things later, she’d have made it. Xena blamed it all, once more, on her father and his incessant need to have her be the princess people believed her to be. It was all about how the world viewed them in her father’s eyes. Which only ended up pissing her off even more, so she brushed it aside and grinned at the sound of his laughter.
”Ah, that makes sense. You do look a little off center.” She lifted her hand as she spoke, waving her own fingers at her face. ”Not that it looks bad, mind you. Very rebel without a care.” Her grin returned as she spoke, a sign that she was teasing him a little bit with the compliment. He did look rather dashing with the off kilter nose, but he still carried that aire of posh. Maybe it was the way he moved. Bright eyes moved over his body, taking him in yet again as her mind raced with the reasons for why she thought the way she did about him. She came up with nothing, but the night was still young. And she had nowhere else to be.
”It was a war, correct? I would have been more surprised if no one died. Especially if it’s the one I think it is.” History, especially ones about battle, were her jam. She had studied them all, learned everything about them that she could. She had spent every waking moment trying to pick apart the biggest battles of their world. And yet, she’d missed out on the simulation. A pout curled over her lips at the thought, remaining there even when he spoke up again. This time, however, she found herself pleasantly surprised. So, he wasn’t going to ditch her and run off? Color her intrigued. Xena pondered it a moment before passing by him, fingers trailing absently along his chest as she stepped into the academy halls.
”I can keep going if you can, handsome.” Offer number two shot like a starting gun his way. If this one didn’t take, she’d just drink him under the table and go find Ducky. She was going to end this night with a bit of fun no matter who her partner was. Determined, Xena let him lead the way and took in the school as they did. She hadn’t had much of a chance to explore and made a mental note to drag Graham back with her in the morning. He was sure to know where all the good hangout places were on campus. The man was rather skilled at finding the quiet spots no one thought to visit. Which suited her just fine, she mused as they walked.
Once they reached his dorm, her curiosity was at its limit. What was his room like? Was it all decked out in the lifestyle of the rich and famous? Or was he the type to cover every inch in pictures and paraphernalia from his home? Ooooh, maybe he had weapons or something like that! He definitely had the body of a fighter, so it made sense. Xena held back the urge to bounce on her toes as he opened the door again, only to feel her balloon pop when she caught sight of his room. Well…The minimalist look worked for some people. Though how he could handle it without going mad, she would never know.
While he moved around, she headed for the only bit of him that was in the room. Two pictures, one of a younger Enzo with a few others. Now this was what she was hoping for. It brought her grin back and had her snickering softly under her breath. He looked so cute! Setting it down after a quick study, she looked over the pooch. It tugged at her heart a bit, missing her own mutts back home. Of course, she kept this to herself and turned only when he spoke again.
”Oh wow! You’ve got a bit of everything, don’t you?” Setting the picture aside, she moved to where he’d set the box and rummaged through it. It took her only a few seconds to make her choice, pulling a bottle of clear liquid from the depths. He could keep his ale. She needed the strong stuff to get off. Figuratively and literally. The thought had her biting back another giggle as she moved to sit on his bed, making herself comfortable as she twisted off the top to the bottle.
”Alright. Now that you’ve got me back to your room, you gonna ask your question? Or are we just here to get drunk and make out?”
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2025 1:58 pm
Xena’s teasing forced a playful smirk onto his face, “Off center?” With a low laugh, he slapped his hand to his chest like he had been shot, “Thank you, at least I have something going for me.” He shifted his gaze down to her, where he watched her observe him. Her appeal only growing the more time he spent with her as the night continued. She already got his attention at the bar, and while he did his best to keep his thoughts clean, she made it ridiculously difficult. At this point, he was tired of pretending he didn’t notice each time she hit on him.
“Yeah, it was simulating the first attack on Musique by Corthyr,” He shifted his weight, closing the space between them just enough where his arm brushed against hers, “We were apparently on the Corthyrian side.” Enzo had never set foot in Musique before this event, his fight was in Hyouden, a huge part of him was glad the simulation didn’t take place there. He caught a glimpse of her frown, so he smiled, “I’m sure there will be other opportunities for you to kick a** like you did earlier.” It really was incredible the way she took down those men, impressive and—he moved his gaze toward the building after noticing he had been looking at her lips— insanely attractive.
“Why’d I even ask?” Enzo laughed again, this time a little fuller, of course she would choose to keep drinking with him. Despite his best attempt at being the gentleman he was raised up to be, he couldn’t lie, he knew he wanted her to come back to his room. End the night on a high note, since it had started out so terribly, before she showed up.
“That’s my dog. He’s back home, they wouldn’t let me bring him.” He watched her expression change for a moment, It was softer—even sweet, and he took note of that. Enzo wasn’t allowed to have pets back home, too dirty, a waste of time, whatever the excuse his parents used. But this scrappy dog had caught his attention one night while he in town. He heard whimpering behind an old building just to find a tiny puppy curled into a ball. The dog was so skinny he was sure it wouldn’t survive the night. So, he snuck him in, and secretly took care of him, up until he was too big.
When it was found out Enzo was housing a large dog in his room, he was forced to put him outside. But even then, his dog stayed loyal but now he was free to roam the grounds and chase birds. Enzo missed him, but knew whenever he visited home, his dog would be waiting patiently at the gate.
Her choice wasn’t a surprise to him, with the way she was shooting back shots at the bar, he had no doubt she would handle this liquor the same way. “I have everything and more,” His eyes trailed over her body as she turned to sit on his bed, “It’s necessary in a place like this, don’t you think?” He pushed his hand through his hair and leaned his back against the wall, watching her closely. It had been a while since he brought anyone back to his room, mainly because he had been keeping to himself, trying to figure out what was going on with the people he cared about here. His efforts seemingly going nowhere.
“I’m not opposed to the latter.” He raised an eyebrow at her before taking one last drink of his beer just to finish it off. “Are you capable of sharing?” He teased lightly, then pushed himself off the wall and grabbed the back of his desk chair, pulling it over with him before setting it down for him to sit right in front of her. Leaning forward, he kept his eyes on hers before he continued, “Do you have dogs?” It wasn’t that deep of a question, but he was curious. He wanted to explore that look she had on her face when looking at his pictures, particularly the one of his pup.
He stared into her steely blue eyes and reached his hand out, shortening the already short gap between them to borrow the bottle of liquor, “Why don't we make this interesting—” He paused to take a quick shot of the clear liquid. The burn barely noticeable as it flushed down his throat, “—If I ask you a question, and you answer, I take a shot. If you don’t answer, you take the shot.” He motioned between the two of them, “And same goes to you.” Enzo passed her the bottle back with a grin, “That one was just to start.”
OOC: N/A Location: Enzo's DormCompany:Xena Wearing: Fit
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 8:30 pm
LOCATION: Enzo’s dorm xxx COMPANY: Enzo xxx CLOTHING: Workout Outfit
"Speaking #7900ac""Thinking #7900ac"
The look her words caused on his face had her grinning yet again. He was rather cute when he wasn’t trying to be all regal and posh. Like the front was gone and he was just being a guy that happened to meet a girl at a bar. It was a nice change of pace, one she hoped to repeat a time or two in the future. Xena made a mental note to try ruffling him up again when there were others around them, wanting to see if he was the same when an audience was around. One could always see the true colors of others when they were forced to perform in front of a crowd.
At his mention of Musique and Corthyr, understanding dawned on her. Ah, yes. That one had been one hell of a battle. The town hadn’t stood a chance, Corthyr’s forces doing a number on the villagers before they even realized what was going on. It was a good read, but she wished she’d been given the chance to experience it firsthand. Especially when he mentioned which side the class had been on. Had they been given Corthyrian powers? Or were they just foot soldiers? Did they actually have to fight anyone, or was it all a mad dash to remain alive? The questions flooded her mind, but she kept them locked behind her teeth. No, she wasn’t going to voice her irritation for a third time. She was annoyed, yes, but that would push her into pouting child territory. And she didn’t know him well enough to give him a view of that side of her.
”From your lips to the gods ears, handsome.” She shot him a playful wink at the compliment, pleased that he hadn’t thought of her as some crazy woman for what she’d done. So few in her life understood her more…aggressive tendencies. Granted, no one but her father, sister, and Ducky knew why she was the way she was, but that was beside the point. The rest of her court figured she should be demure and quiet, all clasped hands and emotionless expressions. Like she was better seen than heard. Which just made her want to rage even more. She refused to be put into some stupid frilly box and allow a man to dictate her every thought and move. To meet someone new that didn’t expect the same, well, it was refreshing to say the least.
The explanation for the furry beast he had a picture of softened a bit of her mood and had her arching a brow slightly at his declaration. If he hadn’t been allowed to bring the mutt, did that make him a duke? A prince would have been able to do as he pleased. Had she wished to bring her hounds with her, they’d be at her side in a moment's notice. Or were his parents just that controlling? It wasn’t unheard of. Her own father tried to control everything, just so that he could save face with the kingdom as a whole. Xena took note of it all again, wanting to ask about it later once they broke in a few of the bottles he kept in his dorm.
”Everything and more, huh? That’s a pretty big offer. Do you have Funkazan fire whiskey? Or the icy blue vodka from Hyouden? Oooh, what about the shocking tequila that Uilium is well known for? Got any of that?” Xena lifted the bottle she’d pilfered to her lips, eyes dancing with amusement as she watched him from over the bottle. He wasn’t wrong, knowing she had her own personal stash of spirits in her dorm. Would she share with him? Probably not, but she was a greedy soul.
As if proving her own thoughts to be true, she shook her head at his mention of sharing as the alcohol flushed her features a deep crimson shade. Okay, this stuff packed more of a punch then the watered down nonsense that the pub had. Maybe it was because he was of a more upper class, which meant he was able to get the really good stuff. Mildly impressed, Xena lowered the bottle to settle it between her thighs and chuckled softly at the question he tossed her way.
”Of all the questions you could ask me, you went with that one? Seems a little soft, but I don’t mind you wasting your turn on something I would have given to you freely.” His movements had her eyes narrowing a bit, watching as he snaked the bottle from where she set it down. Impressed that he’d risked pulling back a bloody stump, Xena arched a dark brow at his offer. He was changing the rules of their game. Intrigued, she set her hands behind her on the bed and relaxed back onto them.
”That doesn’t seem too difficult. I’m game.” Shifting a bit, she moved her weight to one hand to snatch the bottle back he’d stolen from her. It was returned to the spot between her crossed legs before she returned to her previously comfortable position. ”Yes, I have dogs. Three, to be exact. Hounds that I’ve trained myself, and who only answer to me and my sister.” Once more, her features softened at the thoughts of the trio she had at home. Copper, Roscoe, and Dixie. All had come from the same litter, and had been bred for specific reasons. And gods, she adored them all. Rah was the only other person they could stand, which had given her more than a few amusing moments when the stablehands had gotten too close to their enclosure back home.
”My turn. What were you nursing back in the pub? Got girl problems, or did you lose the fight that got your nose knocked off kilter?” She knew she was pushing a line by asking more than one question, but she couldn’t resist. He looked the type to have a squealing, fawning gaggle of girls following him around campus. Had one finally gotten to him? Or was he rattled from having his s**t handed to him? Either answer was sure to amuse her, it was just a matter if he wanted to confess or drink.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2025 12:25 pm
Enzo leaned back in his chair, watching Xena carefully, “I think you should try the Funkazan,” A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips, “You won’t find anything better.” Sure, he was talking about the whiskey, but hey if her mind went elsewhere, he wouldn’t complain. Though, there was a little voice in the back of his head warning him that he was sort of giving away where he was from, but between the booze and the fact that they were in the privacy of his dorm, he didn’t really care.
He couldn’t help but laugh at her calling his question soft. Maybe it was, but he had to taste the waters first. Plus, it was an easy way to get another shot since she answered. Since the game had officially started before she stole the bottle back, he very quickly avoided her initial reach and took a quick shot, flashing her a quick grin while she snatched it away. “Oh, I see how it is. So greedy,” Xena was cute, and her being a little bratty only enticed him more. The way she was letting herself get comfortable on his bed didn’t help either.
So, she did have dogs, it made sense. The way she had been looking at his picture was softer and after hearing that she trained all three, it showed him she clearly had a strong bond with them. Enzo could only imagine how protective the hounds were over herself and her sister. He sure as hell wouldn’t have borrowed the liquor if her dogs were around. Another statement stuck out to him—she had a sister. Part of him wondered if she also attended the academy. “Good on you for training them, three is a lot to handle,” It really was impressive. He could barely handle training his own dog.
His eyes fell to the bottle resting between her legs, if they were going to play this game correctly, he was going to need a drink. Obviously, he couldn’t keep stealing from her, she was still armed, and he wasn’t trying to risk losing his hand. Instead, he stood and walked back to the box of booze in his closet and dug out the Funkazan Whiskey that was mentioned earlier. Just as quick as he got up he was back in his chair and leaning his elbow on the armrest with his chin resting in his hand, and the bottle of whiskey in the other, sitting lazily on his knee.
“—Got girl problems, or did you lose the fight that got your nose knocked off kilter?”
He raised an eyebrow at her—bending the rules and they just started, “Hey now, breaking the rules already?” Enzo scratched the side of his jaw while he thought of how to answer her. It was a bit of both wasn’t it? Dealing with insomnia which only worsened after history class, and yeah, he was worried about Nerys. She didn’t seem like herself and he didn’t know why. It frustrated him to no end that he couldn’t help her. Staring at the ground, his gaze grew distant, but only briefly before he shook it off. Pulling his eyes from the floor and back to the woman on his bed, Enzo blew out some air. Tonight was about blowing off steam and he was planning on doing just that.
“First of all, the guy who did this to my nose can ******** off. He sucker punched me,” His hand pushed through his hair as he shook his head, “It wasn’t that.” Was it honesty hour? Maybe, maybe not, “I struggle sometimes with sleep.” That was true, he wasn’t lying he just didn’t go into detail about what exactly was keeping him from sleeping. He grinned and glanced at the bottle of clear liquid she was holding captive, “Drink up. Two shots for two questions.”
He thought momentarily about the question he was going to ask her. Although he was curious about why she too was drinking herself to oblivion, he didn’t want to copy her. He’d have to get creative, “What’s one thing you’ve done that you got away with?” A simple question, good start, not too deep like, ‘how many people have you killed?’ Because clearly, she had experience in that area. Absentmindedly, Enzo started to unscrew the bottle with his thumb, just so he was ready when she answered the question. Well, hopefully when she answered. He was trying to keep this buzz going for as long as possible.
OOC: N/A Location: Enzo's Dorm Company:Xena Wearing: Fit
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2025 10:44 pm
LOCATION: Enzo’s dorm xxx COMPANY: Enzo xxx CLOTHING: Workout Outfit
"Speaking #7900ac""Thinking #7900ac"
The option of alcohol he gave her had her snickering softly. She'd had Funkazan fire whiskey, and tasted a few of the other lovely things the kingdom had to offer. While they had all been hot, spicy, and wicked to play with, she was happy to enjoy her Shahiti black gin. But she kept that to herself. He was giving her more than he probably realized. And if he knew it, well, who was she to stop him? They had only been told not to admit directly where they were from, after all. Not that she'd be returning the favor any time soon, of course.
"Oh, honey, you have no idea." He wasn't the first person to call her greedy, nor would he probably be the last. She knew what she was. Selfish, territorial, greedy obviously, and rocking a hair trigger of a temper that she had no problem letting loose on anyone that happened to cross her wrong. He had seen first hand the last one back at the pub, so there was no need to go into all of it. Instead, Xena kept her grip on the bottle and shrugged a shoulder at his comment on her hounds.
"If you start them early enough, it's actually really easy. They see you as the alpha and don't fight amongst each other. The pack mentality is too strong to fight. Plus, I couldn't bring myself to break up siblings. Being separated from them can have...adverse reactions in hounds." And people... The words nearly slipped free, her lips curling in a bit to keep them from escaping. This was not a therapy session, and he most certainly hadn't earned the right to know her secrets. No, he was a distraction. A cute and brooding one, but a distraction nonetheless. And she was going to use him for his intended purpose.
His comment on her questions earned him a chuckle in response. Yeah, she had broken their unspoken rule. Xena showed no remorse to it, simply tipped her head to the side in challenge as if to dare him to refuse to answer her questions. The look she got, however, was not what she had expected. He seemed far away all of a sudden. Like he had slipped out of his own mind and had fled to some dark and solitary place. Well now, did the teddy bear have a dark side? Intrigued, she sat up a bit on his bed and scooted towards him a smidge. She just had to know what had caused that momentary lapse in his reality.
A slight pout curled her bottom lip at the answers he gave her. Boo! That wasn't what she had wanted to hear! He gave her no details and left it as simple insomnia. No, there had to be more to it. Xena made a mental note to probe again once he'd had some more alcohol before lifting the bottle she had to her lips. She let the liquor fill her mouth to nearly the spilling point before swallowing it, repeating the action a second time to take the punishment for breaking the rules. The fire it lit in her stomach had her features flushing a bit, her light blue eyes blurring a bit as she once more grinned at him.
"That's such a silly question. I could give you almost anything with that one." Her fingers tapped absently over the neck of the bottle she'd returned to its place between her thighs. She could go dark and mention the boy she'd killed when she was twelve. But that would probably freak him out. Maybe stick with the lighter stuff, since that's where he went? It would keep the game going and not have him looking at her like the monster she'd felt herself become on that long ago day.
"I used to leave fish in the captain of the guard's helmet before a battle. He would never see it coming and end up smelling like rotten carp for the rest of the day. I once had him throwing up on his way out of the kingdom. Still, to this day, he has no idea it was me." The memory of the old goat cursing whoever it was that kept defiling his helmet had her giggling like a little girl all over again. No matter how much he had accused her of the act, she'd never been convicted. And she never failed to repeat the punishment whenever she knew he was set to leave.
"Take your drink while I try and come up with a good enough question for you." Her eyes watched him take his shot while her mind pondered over what to say. Light and easy. Nothing too uncomfortable. It went against her every desire to poke and prod until she got the angst driven answers she knew he held close to the vest. Xena chewed on her bottom lip as she fought her instincts, her eyes lighting up when the question finally popped into her head.
"I can see that you're rocking a piercing," As she spoke, she shifted to reach out and tap her finger against the earring he was sporting. "Do you have any other modifications on your body?" As she spoke, Xena ran her gaze over his chest and down his body. He had to have something else beneath the outfit he was wearing. One didn't fight the way he did without sporting some kind of metal or ink. It would definitely fit with his whole brooding vibe he was rocking. And make him all the more appealing to her, she mused as her eyes returned to his own.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2025 8:18 am
  
Enzo watched the way she drank, no wincing, no hesitation, just a clean, fluid motion and a flash of tongue at the corner of her lips that said she knew exactly what effect it had and wielded it anyway. If the liquor burned, she didn’t show it. If she cared how close he was leaning, she didn’t flinch. The woman across from him didn’t just enjoy this silly game; she thrived in it. She was flushed now, the alcohol warming her cheeks, but there was something sharper in the shine of her eyes. It unsettled him, yet it thrilled him at the same time.
Enzo had never liked games he could win too easily.
He almost missed the moment her mood shifted, just barely. The flash of something real when she mentioned siblings and separation. Her tone tried for levity, but it faltered at the edges. And her eyes… her eyes gave her away. There was something in there. Grief, maybe, or guilt. A shadow she hadn’t shaken. He knew it, because he had a few of his own. He didn’t press. Enzo learned a long time ago that asking the wrong question could close a person up for good, and he didn’t want her gone. Not yet. Not when she looked at him like she wanted to read every inch of his body.
He leaned back, arm draping lazily over the back of his chair, the picture of ease. But underneath the surface, every muscle was pulled taut, coiled not in tension, but readiness. He didn’t know if this was still flirting or a slow march toward something else entirely. All he knew was that the air between them had thickened, at least in his head. “Sounds like your captain should’ve kept a better eye on his things.†A smirk ghosted his lips, the rasp in his voice deeper now, but playful, “Or learned to check for fish. Rookie mistake.â€
Then it was her turn, and he listened, obediently throwing his drink back, allowing the amber colored liquor to burn down his throat. Xena’s gaze swept over him like she was taking inventory. The kind of look that made a man feel exposed, but he wasn’t complaining. He leaned forward at the same moment she lifted her hand to touch her finger against his earring, just enough to shrink the space between them even more. His eyes locked onto hers, and a slow smile slid over his lips. “I’ve got a few,†he said, deliberately vague, just to make her wait.
Then he reached for the collar of his shirt and tugged it down with an ease that was almost intimate and showed her. Not all at once, but enough. Ink, black as night, wrapped up his right arm in jagged, violent arcs. The flames weren't pretty or delicate; they were chaotic, like a storm. They surged from his wrist, curling around muscle and bone, up to his shoulder where they spilled over onto the right side of his chest in tangled motion.
Threaded within the fire were scars, pale and mean and unashamed. A long gash split across his chest, where the ink thinned as if the needle itself had given up. Smaller ones were scattered along his bicep, faint but unmistakable, the ghosts of blades, shrapnel, and broken glass. “Got most of these when I left home,†His voice fell low and quiet, he let his fingers drift absently along the ink at his collarbone. Not like he was showing off or anything. No, more like he was remembering.
He let her see it, all of it. Enzo didn’t rush it. Maybe it was the booze, perhaps he just didn’t care. The scars were both before the war and after. After a minute, he took another long taste of his drink, then, finally, he looked at her again, now with a crooked grin that slyly crept back onto his lips. “But I’m not gonna tell you what it means,†he chuckled, “Not yet. You’ll have to earn that one.â€
Then, like it was nothing, he asked, “You got any scars?†It was his turn to ask, hers to answer, and he was curious. Plus it wasn’t exactly the same question. A beat passed, he could’ve left it at that, but he didn’t. “Not the kind from falling off a horse,†he added, voice dipping to something rougher. “I mean the kind you don’t talk about. The ones you only show when you think nobody’s looking, or maybe…†He paused, eyebrow rising curiously, â€â€¦when you want someone to look, but can’t say it out loud.†The question hung heavy; he didn’t push, he simply let the tension sit there.
She could lie or tell a ridiculous story and pretend that she hadn’t noticed the shift in the air. But he was watching her now with a knowing stillness. “Don’t give me the fish this time, Xena.†His words wrapped around her name, like a challenge of sorts.
OOC: N/A Location: Enzo's dorm Company: Xena Wearing: Outfit
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2025 8:28 pm
LOCATION: Enzo’s dorm xxx COMPANY: Enzo xxx CLOTHING: Xena’s outfit
"Speaking #7900ac""Thinking #7900ac"
The husky shift in his voice sent a chill racing down her spine, curling around her insides to dance gleefully with the alcohol pumping in her veins. Oooh, he was going to be trouble if he kept talking to her like that. She wasn’t weak in the slightest, but the booze and her latest dry spell were a combustible mixture that would have her crawling into his lap if he kept this up. Xena weighed the options a little bit as she stroked her fingers lazily over the bottle between her legs, an amused expression playing over her features as she nodded at his words.
”He is an old fool, and deserved every bit of fish guts I poured into his helmet.” If she could have gotten away with doing more, she knew she would have. The b*****d had made it a point to push her to her limit with every training session, regardless of how small she’d been compared to him. ”But, he is an important part of my father’s militia, so I have to deal with his stupid a**.” Xena left it at that, lifting her bottle to her lips to drink from the contents without prompt. At this point, she was just drinking to drink. Game be damned.
Enzo’s movements had her gaze sharpening on where his hand was, slowly returning her drink to where it had been between her thighs. Alright, now they were getting somewhere! Intrigued, she inched closer and studied the markings along his chest and down his arm. Well now, he was far more designed than she had anticipated. And it was all so…twisted. It called to the darkness within her soul, pulling her closer so she could see more. Her fingertips tingled at the desire to touch, to feel if the scars beneath the ink were raised or smooth. Would it be warm or cool? Would it cause a response or earn her another one of those heavy lidded looks he seemed to all of a sudden enjoy shooting her way? Gods, it was maddening to try and resist the urge to just give in!
”That’s more than a few, handsome.” She tossed back, her lips curling into a smirk as she returned her gaze to his own. He was purposely leaving his shirt open for her to see, and she knew this. Yet, she couldn’t stop the heat that was spreading out through her body. Xena blamed the alcohol, her grip on the bottle tightening slightly at the grin he shot her way. Damn it, she was not going to lose this game! Determined to be the victor, she moved on his bed to lay on her side. The bottle remained pressed against her, this time settled against her stomach with one hand holding it loosely to keep it from falling. The other slid into her hair, pulling it back from her face before coming to rest on her cheek to support her head in her new position.
”You seem to think I actually care about the stories behind your scars. Might want to rethink that one, sweetness. I’m just here for the booze.” Her fingers tapped the alcohol against her belly as a mischievous look danced in her eyes. When he voiced his question, Xena couldn’t help but lift a brow slightly in question. Why was he going for the deep? Was there something he thought he’d learn from her talking about what she hid from the world? Or was he trying to figure out where she came from? It wasn’t a stretch, but it seemed a waste of a question in her eyes. Shrugging it off, she chewed on her bottom lip in thought before finally coming up with an answer.
”I don’t hide my scars, Enzo. I wear them proudly and show them off whenever I can. There isn't a single one of them that I don’t talk about.” Wrapping her fingers around the bottle, she leaned over the side of his bed to set it on the floor. With it safely settled, she pulled her hair up off of her neck and revealed a white line that started just over the left side of her collarbone and moved down towards the middle of her chest. It was about half an inch wide and easy to see with her dark curls up and out of the way.
”Should we start with the time my collarbone was snapped in the middle of sex when my lover got too rough and nearly took my life? I had to stab him in the side to get him off of me.” The memory of the man she’d once trusted flashed in her head, his wild eyes and ivory hair an unwelcome guest in her head. She did her best to ignore it, letting her hair fall back into place to hide the scar.
”Or would you rather we start with the time I had to fight for my life against a far more skilled warrior and nearly ended up with my insides all over the ground?” As she spoke, Xena lifted her shirt up to reveal the crisscross scars that covered most of her stomach between her breasts and belly button. The marks were small in width but ranged from a few centimeters to more than a few inches in length. They didn’t bother her as much as they used to, having come to terms with the actions she’d been forced to perform in order to survive. She didn’t, however, include that the boy that she’d won against still haunted her dreams and kept her from sleeping more often than not.
”I could go on, if you’d like? The war added to all of the lovely lines that litter my body now. There’s one on my left hip from a Funkazan blade that nearly removed my bottom half from the top when I was sixteen. Oh, or what about the lightning scar down my spine from the Uilium soldier that thought he could use my affinity for metal weapons against me when I was seventeen? Oh, no, this has to be the one!” As she rattled off the list of her exploits, she kicked off her shoes and untied the belt around her waist. A quick shimmy had her sliding out of her pants, one foot stepping free while the other tossed the removed fabric across the room. She turned to her side, the right side of her body facing him as she traced the dark symbols that had been carved into her thigh. They were healed, but the skin around them was black as if it had died the moment whatever had created them had been introduced to her body. Ducky was the only one in her life that knew about them, having always made sure to keep them from her past partners. Why she was showing them to him, she hadn’t a clue. But, now that she was, she showed them off proudly and dared him to disagree with her choice.
”Corthyr general that I made the mistake of underestimating. He spent three days doing this, making sure to keep me alive just enough that each could heal before moving onto the next. I haven’t the foggiest idea what it means, but there you go. Does that qualify as more than fish, Enzo?” Her heart was racing in her chest, her movements having turned her easy breaths into soft pants. Okay, maybe the alcohol really was getting to her. Whatever, she mused, light blue eyes dancing with challenge as she held his gaze.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2025 2:08 pm
Enzo watched as Xena settled onto her side, one arm draped lazily across her waist, the bottle resting in her grip like an afterthought. Everything about her screamed ease, but it was the kind of ease that came from surviving the worst and daring the world to try again. He let his gaze drift, unapologetically, across the length of her body. Gods, she was something else. “Ah, of course,” He murmured with a dry laugh, lifting his bottle in mock salute, “Only good for the booze. Glad to know where I stand.”
She was different than anyone he’d ever wasted time with before. Mouthy…. relentless. A brat, through and through. Always pushing just enough to stir something in him. Irritation yet amusement, even desire. Sometimes all three at once. And truthfully? He liked it.
Too much.
He let his eyes wander for a beat longer before meeting her gaze. She looked comfortable, lounging there like she wasn’t deliberately ******** with his head. She set the bottle aside, and he waited, because he knew something else was coming. A show. When her dark hair fell away from her chest and revealed the long, harsh scar that curved down toward her sternum, his brow knit automatically. The words that followed made his jaw tighten, “Your lover did that?” He started to ask, but the answer was already rolling off her tongue before he’d finished the question.
She went on, very matter of fact, as if she were listing off battle trophies instead of trauma. Every mark she pointed to came with a brutally painted tale- and he listened. He drank it in, every damn word. Because somehow, he couldn’t look away. She kicked off her shoes and slid out of her pants like it was nothing. Like this was just another page in the night’s flirtation. But Gods, the tone had changed to something darker. The air was thicker now, like something had been whispered into the room, taunting him.
Then she turned and he saw it. That blackened mark on her thigh, seared into her skin like a curse. His breath caught in his chest. It looked like the flesh had died beneath whatever had touched it, like whatever had been done to her was never meant to heal. His stomach twisted and low in his gut, something else stirred. She proudly traced the lines herself, daring him to flinch.
He didn’t.
But he wanted to, her voice was low and breathless. From the memories? The alcohol? The weight of what she was showing him? He didn’t know. What he did know was that he should’ve looked away. Should’ve averted his eyes and played the gentleman, like he always did. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he couldn’t. His gaze deliberately dragged across every inch she gave him and his head tipped slightly while he studied her. His voice, when it came, was rougher than he meant, “Remind me not to mess with you.” It was the only thing he could think to say, and even then, it barely scratched the surface of what he was feeling.
He took a long pull from his drink, tilting his head back until the last bitter drop burned its way down. He needed the burn, needed the focus, because everything about her, the scars, the way she held herself, the unapologetic strength, was unraveling his good sense. This was supposed to be a game, in more ways than one. But now? Now, he wasn’t sure who was winning, or if it even mattered. His eyes found the blackened scar on her thigh again. That patch of ruined skin, he wondered if it still hurt. If it went deeper than the flesh, or if anyone had ever touched it with care.
Enzo shifted in his seat, fingers twitching around the neck of the bottle. The temptation to reach out and learn the shape of the mark with his hands, was creeping into his chest. He hated himself a little for it. She had just bared her pain, and he was... turned on? Not because she was damaged. No. It was the fact that she was still standing, still smart mouthed and smirking like she hadn’t survived more than most soldiers. It lit a slow, dangerous heat in him.
“I’d say it almost beats out the fish story,” He smirked half-heartedly, trying to lighten the weight settling on his chest. Then he leaned back in his chair and let the silence wrap around them as his thoughts drifted again, fuzzy, from the liquor. Eventually, Enzo stood, and moved without thinking, crossed to his bedside and sat down near her. Close but not touching. She could close the gap if she wanted. He propped himself up on his hands behind him, eyes finding hers again, searching her expression.
After a moment he muttered, “Does it still hurt?” His voice was low, no longer teasing, it was sincere. And he was sure she’d make fun of him for it. His gaze flicked down to the strange, otherworldly scar. The way the skin curved and warped- he was mesmerized. Was it obvious that he wanted to feel it for himself? He blinked and looked away, then tilted his head back again and stared at the ceiling, exhaling through his nose like he could force the thoughts out of him. Like it would calm the pulse thudding in his throat.
He was losing this game, but he was fine with that. She was far too interesting, and his attention was captured.
OOC: N/A Location: Enzo's dorm Company: Xena Wearing: Outfit
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 12:51 pm
LOCATION: Enzo’s dorm xxx COMPANY: Enzo xxx CLOTHING: Xena’s outfit
"Speaking #7900ac""Thinking #7900ac"
The little comment he gave her about his place in her world had her chuckling softly. While he didn’t seem the type to get attached easily, she wasn’t going to risk anything. She wasn’t here to make friends. Or enemies, but that kinda happened without her trying. Learning about the other nations, their weaknesses, that was her job. Her father had tasked her with nothing else, so she would do it and be done. If she got to spend time with interesting people like him, well, that was just cake in her eyes.
Xena made no move to comment on his mention of her former lover. She’d said enough when she’d explained the scar. If he had a follow up question about it, she’d answer it as best she could. There were still certain things about that night that she’d never told anyone. Even Ducky. And as much fun as she was having with Enzo, he wasn’t going to be the one she spilled her heartache and secrets to. Not tonight, anyway. For now, she was going to keep having fun and enjoying his company. And his booze.
With her little show finally over, she bent down to pick up the bottle she’d set aside. She brought it back to her lips and drank heavily from it, loving the warmth it was spreading through her now that the burning had passed. It turned the gravel in his voice to velvet on her skin, twisting up her insides as desire fought to free itself from her. Maybe she should back off. Slow down. The thought was tempting, but did she really care enough to do it? Nah. Xena finished off the bottle and shot him a grin, pointing the now empty glass at him in amusement.
”That would be the smart thing to do, but I rarely give people the chance to remember. It’s more fun when they think they can win.” Granted, it also earned her a few new scars in the process, but she had learned to stop caring about them. Her body was a scoreboard of her wins, and so long as she kept doing it she would continue to collect them. Until the wrong one took her life, of course. It was a thought Xena refused to think about, so she brushed it aside and laughed at his answer to her question.
”I will try and come up with a better one next time.” With her bottle empty now, she returned it to the floor and moved to grab a new one from his collection. Hyouden vodka, Uilium tequila, he had quite the collection. She pulled out a rather impressive looking bottle of Lunarian rum, the shine of it appealing to her slightly blurry vision, before returning to her place on the bed. His body joining her had her shifting, moving to face him as she twisted the top on the booze to bring it to her lips. The sweetness it held surprised her, but she kept it from her face when his question reached her ears.
”Hey, it isn’t your turn! If you want my answer, you have to drink.” She teased as she moved to poke him playfully with her toes. The move nearly sent her over the edge she was sitting on, so Xena scooted up a bit and stretched out the other leg to let them rest easily over his lap. She contemplated actually answering before a mischievous grin raced over her features for the umpteenth time that night.
”Do you want to touch it?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2025 6:26 pm
Enzo huffed out a quiet chuckle, the sound low and warm, as he mirrored her grin. It settled into the air between them like the lingering heat of a fire. His eyes followed her as she leaned forward to set the empty bottle gently on the ground, her movements fluid, unhurried. “Good,” His voice was rough at the edges but laced with amusement, “I’ll be looking forward to it.” Next time, huh? That shouldn’t have landed as hard as it did. But it did, he could live with that. What was supposed to be a night of drowning his thoughts in liquor and forgetting the pressure on his chest had turned into something else entirely. Something that didn’t hurt.
Something that felt dangerously close to a strange sense of comfort.
His eyes lingered on her as she moved toward the closet where he kept his prized, worldly bottles, things he'd bartered for, hidden, and hoarded for nights exactly like this. But even the expensive spirits didn’t hold his attention. No, it was the way her bare skin caught the faint light, the gentle sway of her hips, the confidence that clung to her. She was a vision that demanded attention without asking for it, and now, with her frame mostly exposed, she was impossible to ignore.
His pulse spiked in a deep, steady thrum beat against his ribs, louder than the static that usually filled his head. It nearly drowned out the last rational part of him that told him to keep his s**t together. But why should he? She wasn’t hiding, and neither was he. By the time she came back and slipped beside him again, the mattress shifted, and his entire body felt like it tensed in response. His jaw clenched as he stared ahead, not daring to look directly at her, not yet, because if he did, he wasn’t sure what would happen.
He could feel her heat now, not metaphorically, the literal warmth of her skin, close enough to graze. The air between them felt heavy, thick enough to choke on. If he moved the wrong way, he was pretty sure the bed would ignite. Hell, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened. At some point, he wasn’t even sure when, she’d gotten closer. Just like that, the little space he had left to breathe was gone. His eyes dropped when she brought the bottle to her lips and gods help him, he didn’t even pretend not to look. Her mouth closed around the opening, and instinctively, he wondered what the rum would taste like on her tongue. Not just that, but what it would be like to forget everything else and drown in that instead. To lose himself in something hot and immediate and real, rather than spiraling endlessly through all the mess he created in his head.
Enzo’s thoughts scattered, his brother couldn’t even look him in the eye anymore, his sister was caught up in something twisted with Ivan, and he didn’t have the right words to pull her out of it. Nerys needed him, but as a friend, and he felt like he was failing at that, and Phina was here at the Academy now. That came with a mountain of unresolved guilt he couldn’t begin to climb. Not yet at least. All of it crashed down on him at once. He just wanted it to stop, just for one second. One ******** second.
Then she laughed at him, teased him, and lost her balance. It startled a genuine laugh out of him, it shook loose from his chest before he could stop it. Reflexively, he reached out, catching her leg before she could tumble, his fingers curling around the smooth skin of her calf. He helped guide her back, and she let her legs rest over his lap, not moving them and not pulling away. So, he allowed his hand to linger. “Okay, okay… such a rule follower,” His voice lowered, “Didn’t take you for the type.” Enzo leaned in slightly, careful not to overwhelm her, and reached for the bottle she was still holding. He paused, just long enough for her to decide whether or not she was going to cut his hand off, before brushing his fingers against hers, “But you have to share,” His lips tugged into a half-smirk, “Are you capable of that?”
The liquor was warm when it hit his tongue, searing its way down his throat like the fire in his veins. It grounded him, briefly. Just long enough to pass the bottle back to her. Then she asked, and he subtly held his breath. Did he want to touch it? Yes. Gods, yes. His eyes dropped to the markings etched into her thigh. Strange, brutal carvings that had no right to live on her skin. Symbols that didn’t just look painful, they looked cursed. His crimson eyes darkened as his mouth twitched with something unreadable. Not quite a smile, maybe it was something heavier, that even he couldn’t name, “Hm.” Enzo raised his hand and hovered it just above the scar, but he didn’t move, not right away. He needed a second, to decide what kind of man he was going to be in this moment. Then, he murmured, “Didn’t know you could read minds.”
Finally, his thumb made contact, a careful stroke over the edge of one symbol. His fingers traced the strange lines, the way her skin had been made into something else. Something unnatural. Not a burn or a simple cut. Something that looked as if it was inflicted by poison. It made his chest twist, so he paused, palm resting against her thigh, his breath held in his lungs as he studied the quiet violence written into her body. Then, without thinking, he let his hand slowly slide upward, only to stop just short of the edge of control. His gaze lifted to hers, and he froze. His hand tightened against her skin, almost as if he was trying to stop the impulse from dragging him further.
Then he smirked as his mind quieted, and the only thing left was instinct, so he let go of restraint. He was tired of it, at least for the night. Without a word he closed the space between them and his mouth finally found hers. Would he have done it sober? Maybe. Maybe not. But right now, none of that mattered. He was exhausted, tired of overthinking everything. For the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t want to analyze or protect or brace for pain. He just wanted to feel something that didn’t ache, something that didn’t remind him of what he’d lost. So he kissed her, because she was here and she understood, she, too, had survived things no one should have to live through.
He officially lost the game, but he wasn't complaining.
OOC: N/A Location: Enzo's dorm Company: Xena Wearing: Outfit
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2025 7:14 pm
LOCATION: Enzo’s dorm xxx COMPANY: Enzo xxx CLOTHING: Xena’s outfit
"Speaking #7900ac""Thinking #7900ac"
Enzo’s words had an amused look passing over her features. She knew he would be looking forward to being around her again, everyone did. The funny thing? She found herself looking forward to it as well. He was a rather skilled fighter, from what she’d seen at the bar, and he could handle his booze nearly as well as she could. Toss in that tortured hero look he was rocking, and she was tempted just to devour him right then and there in greedy bites. From the way he was watching her, Xena wondered if he was thinking the same thing about her. What fun that would be!
The quick grasp of her leg to keep her safe brought a soft rose color to her features. Alright, he was a serious gentleman. Granted, she was half naked on his bed, so maybe his intentions weren’t the purest, but it was still sweet of him. His laughter only added to her interest in him, the sound changing him more than he probably realized. Like whatever had brought him to the bar in the first place had vanished for a hot second. It was…fascinating, for lack of a better word. Xena found herself enjoying, and the feel of his really warm touch on her skin. Maybe the alcohol was just hitting him harder, she mused as his accusation pulled another laugh from her lips.
”Says Mister Rule Enforcer himself. Maybe you’re the bad influence between us, trying to turn me into some kind of good samaritan.” She made a playful face at him, scrunching her features up at the idea of becoming such a horrid thing. There was no one in her life that she cared more about than Xena. Her siblings, her father, even Ducky didn’t come close to her own desire to fuel her selfish and greedy needs. He’d been right to accuse her of being such a thing, whether he was playing or not. Of course, she didn’t bother saying any of this to him. If it wasn’t already obvious from the short time they’d spent together, he was a blind fool.
Feeling him move pulled her from her thoughts and had a dark brow lifting slightly in question. He was getting closer, his eyes watching hers as he reached for the bottle she held. It was tempting to snap her teeth at him, to pull it back to keep the rum to herself. But, he was being accommodating enough to allow her free rein of his room. And, if they were being technical, it was his alcohol. Not that it would stop her from pulling back, of course. But, she was feeling generous so she let him do as he pleased and flashed him a wicked look in response.
”Depends on what I’m sharing, sweetness.” Leaving it at that, she watched him take his drink and wondered what his lips felt like. Would he kiss all soft and kind, like the gentleman she accused him of being? Or would the heat bring out a wildness she couldn’t help but believe was trapped behind his rather gorgeous eyes? It was rather tempting to find out for herself, and the effort would be minimal considering their proximity. Her mind raced with the possibilities as she took the bottle back, chuckling softly when he accused her of knowing what was going on inside his head.
”Let’s just say you’re getting easier to read. And I’d probably want to, if our roles were reversed.” Hell, she already did want to touch him and see which part of his tattoos was just skin and which were scars. Yet another thing she chalked up to the booze in her system and her latest dry spell. He was hot, she was drunk, and he looked like a fun ride. A triple threat that she usually didn’t bother to ignore. This time, however, Xena knew she had to be somewhat better. Getting her rocks off with a certified hottie wasn’t in the game plan for her time at Utopia. At least, not so early out of the gate.
What she hadn’t anticipated was the jolt that his hand on her scar caused in her body. It shot straight through her, twisting her up inside until the heat of it left her skin tingling with every brush of his fingers. Xena had to bite back a moan with every move he made, her heart rate spiking to have the damn thing slamming against her ribcage. The words echoed in her head as her lips parted and the taste of rum and pure Enzo filled her. The thought of their little game drifted through her mind before she tossed it out, uncaring for the moment that she was giving in. He’d gone first, so technically she was the winner. And how ******** awesome was that?
Letting go of her thoughts, Xena slid her fingers into his hair and pulled him in closer. Her legs moved, settling one behind him with the other still in his lap. She wanted to feel his weight, to have him pressed closer. The clothes could wait, for a moment. Right now, his tongue in her mouth and his hand on her thigh was more than enough for her.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2025 2:20 pm
"Oh, am I now?" He answered her with a teasing look in his eye, and then slid his hand up her thigh, every inch upward sent off a new spark in his chest. "I guess I need to work on my poker face." He laughed under his breath, then focused his attention back to the warmth of her skin beneath his palm. Smooth yet tense, like she was waiting to see how far he’d go. At first, he hesitated, half a second where his fingers lingered, unsure and restrained. But that didn’t last, not with her watching him like that. She wasn’t even looking at his face. Her eyes were locked on his hand, fixated, as though his fingers were writing a story against her skin. There was a kind of hunger in her gaze that made his stomach clench. That soft parting of her lips, the slight lift of her chest, like she’d forgotten how to breathe or something just for that moment. He could literally feel his temperature rise a few degrees.
His pulse roared in his ears, and his breath caught low in his throat. A grin tugged at his lips raw with want. She hadn’t said a word, but she didn’t need to. Her body was talking, loud and clear. The tilt of her hips, the way she shifted under his touch, it was all permission. And then, she looked at him, “Tell me if this is okay,” His lips hovered near hers, “Because I want you.” He was holding on by a thread, his body was begging him to move, to take and give in. But he was still a gentleman. Even if he had about a hundred shots. His eyes searched hers, locked in that moment, the silence between them felt thick. She may slap him for ruining a moment, or maybe she’d just roll her eyes and pull him back in. Either way, it was an answer. That’s all he needed.
OOC: N/A Location: Enzo's dorm Company: Xena Wearing: Outfit
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