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 Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 9:35 pm
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Ruria petrified at the sudden forcefulness of the otherwise docile knight, biting her lower lip and simply staring him back in the eyes as he brought his face close to hers. She could feel strands of his soft hair tickling her cheeks, and her heart jumped into her throat.
"You.................." her voice was soft, nearly delicate as she found her words. "...You........ Monster! How dare you put me in a man-eating sweater!" She tried to steal her hands back, to no avail -- physical strength was not her forte. Agilty, yes. Brute force? No. She made a few disgruntled noises as she writhed and wriggled her hips and legs and core, trying to worm her way away, which only...really made herself end up rubbing rather aggressively against his own body, rather than aiding in her escape. "C-Cheater, this is a terrible way to win, and I do not acknowledge your victory!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 6:31 pm
Heaving a sigh, the Knight stood firm; drawing on his supposed "endless patience" until her struggles slowed some and, blowing his bangs out of his face, he was able to catch a hand to roll up her sleeve. Arching his back away from her and the wall and catching her eyes, he held out his hand for her opposite limb to roll that sleeve as well.
"It is not a man-eating sweater. Or even a woman-eating sweater. It is simply too large for you." Chuckling at her accusation, he could not help but add on, " And no one is winning right now, Ruria. You are behaving like a child, so I am treating you like one." Lowering her to the ground, he moved back to give her some space. The pants he had brought were near her feet, but he thought it better that he... not assist her with those.
He would just stand back and enjoy the long, bare legs.
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 8:57 pm
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"But it is..." ruria said sulkily, as she scooped up the fallen pair of sweat pants. She eyed them curiously at first, and then distastefully, draping them on Az's head as she sat back down on his bed. "Ladies do not wear a man's gym pants." she said flatly. The sweater was long enough to cover the parts that needed to be, more like a fluffy dress rather than a top on her small frame. "Besides, you seem to be enjoying indulging your eyes with staring at my legs. Don't think I didn't notice your wayward eyes." her lips curled up into a coy grin as she teasingly crossed one over the other. "I guess it's the least I can offer in return for almost taking your head." She playfully rubbed her tippytoes up his thigh, chuckling softly as she taunted the poor knight.
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 10:14 pm
Entertained to see the formerly jumpy girl transform into a coy little vixen, Azra'iel caught the pants as they slid off his head, messing up his hair even more than usual. Ruria waltzed past, making herself comfortable on his bed, apparently so she could tease him. He felt a little bit of heat in his cheeks as she pointed out that she had noticed his ...appreciation. But honestly. What male would actually not sneak a few peeks. Really? He might be genteel, noble even; but he was not a saint.
'Not a saint at all,' he thought, offering Ruria a surprisingly wolfish grin.
Catching her foot lightly, he placed it against his thigh; dragging his hand up the back of her leg as he slowly walked toward her. Catching gently behind her knee, Azra'iel supported it as he bent her leg, moving closer, thumb tracing circles just above the inside of her knee...
...and just as he could have comfortably wrapped her leg around his waist, he tossed the pants right back at her, letting her foot slide down his leg to the floor.
"I have some left over chicken pot pie from lunch yesterday, if that will satisfy your meat craving. And if you have the ability to make pudding, I have the ingredients. If you think you will be cold, I would suggest the pants. If not, feel free to meet me down in the kitchen at your leisure, milady."
The Knight let out a slow breath as he approached the door to head downstairs. She really was quite the challenge.
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 8:31 am
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Ooh, he did have a little bit of an impish side, she thought as Az worked his masculine digits up the smoothness of her leg. Her breath caught in her throat, watching him carefully with a hint of confusion and interest in her eyes. Whatever kind of game this was, it wasn't so bad to play. Touch felt good to her, and she shivered softly as she felt the friction of his fingertips glide across her milky skin. As her leg bent against his ever-nearing body, color started to fill her cheeks -- Just what was he doing in such a position, pressing her leg up and into her, she could touch her knee to her nose if she wanted, this was--- this was!
Just as she was about to take on the coloration of a strawberry, he pulled away, and her vision was obscured by those horrendous sweatpants.
"H-How dare you assault me with such terrible things! They should be incinerated in the bowls of hell!" she cried, throwing the garment after him as he escaped. Ruria trundled after him, grudgingly rubbing the shameful red off her cheeks, scheming other ways in which she could torment the knight, and take away the visions he may have seen of her when they were deep in the dark and dank, though she would never forget the look in his eyes as Guillotine swooped in so close, so close to removing his head.
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