The fresh air from the evening had been a reprieve. A sigh of relief breathed from the flat top off a roof top - set atop a roof that practically vibrated beneath him with the sort of party that was going on just below - just inside.
The sort which he'd both indulged and imbibed; and he buzzed with energy after all of that - yearned for personhood and the cloaking of power. His sort of personhood which always involved the trappings of such. Never more himself then he was as Albite. The distance between himself as Waru and himself as *Himself* - thinner than the seven layers of skin that lay between the open air and a vein.
Itched with sweat dried to his skin, itched with the need to be a little bit more alive than even those sorts of activities at parties allowed. He wondered if he could find something - someone. Plucked a signature out of the air like catching a firefly in his peripheral - had gotten better at such things, and his body was moving without his minds permission. Bloodhound quick on long legs and heady sensation's that made him think of hunting; and the roof was suddenly vacant a body.
The city lights dimmed and flickered below. Something romantic about it almost. Being above them. Over them. Watching a lightpost sway and bend beneath his booted feet as he made a neat little trick of hopping it's tall sturdy frame...
Searched for the bright sun spot of - something Senshi - ******** he loved running into Senshi. Most of the time at least. Like he loved having a broken rib, or nearly drowning, or...
Like he loved the youma and the youmafied - even though they hungered for his center like a poprock candy. Like he loved eating good meals and spending time with friends. Even when they were kicking his s**t in. Far more love for them than any of the rest, with the exception of 'one'. Though his firebrand would always be above and beyond all the rest. Tiered down to Youma, tiered down to Senshi corrupt or otherwise.
While he admired the Knights, and envied the Agents? Senshi were his people. Therein lay kinship, commiseration, and answered questions. The more he saw of them the more he marveled at the vastness of it all. The differences between the two sides, shifting power balances, access to space.
His head snapped up, dreads fanning out behind him as he skid hopped to a halt, nearly stumbled the landing for the sight of the body that the signature belonged to. "Oh holy ********!! Are you a Youma!?" The words called out into the air, loud, brash curiosity.
The horns screamed dragon, the dress screamed drag, and the bounty stuffed within it? Albite ******** had to go examine this. Get a closer look. Even on the mission he'd spent absolutely no time around the other corrupts - and his girl Nembs, his bossette, queen boss of bosses? Didn't give off an energy like that. She'd been all waterfalls where this one was a tall slinking dragon - ooh, or maybe a devil!?
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2021 12:40 am
After her embarrassingly abysmal performance in the Rift, Meridiana had made the conscious decision to make amends for her failures by fulfilling her energy quota in excess; at least for a time.
With the medallion she wore, Meridiana's signature appeared weaker than those of her actual rank; drawing in eager pages or recently awakened Senshi for her to drain. A crack of her whip and at times a not-so-innocent kiss then their energy was hers. At least some of it anyway. Despite them being the enemy, she never left them completely drained; always option to teleport away before their stupor ended and she got hit for her audacity.
The time had come to turn in when she felt the flicker of a familiar signature of another corrupt skirt the edge of her senses. As far as she could tell they were alone, that there were no order aura's looking to ambush him. However, when they started sprinting towards her, Meri became deeply worried that they were being pursued by someone with an item similar to her own; a Page or a Basic Senshi who carried no signature.
The tips of her fingers itched with the need to summon her magic, to protect her own if they were in fact in trouble. But then they suddenly stopped, looking at her both dumbfounded and utterly confused before boldly asking if she was a youma.
A wave of relief washed over her when she realized there was no danger to be had and instead raised an eyebrow in his direction and folded her arms under her chest all the while admiring his with an almost satisfied smirk. Intricate tattoos decorated his left arm and wove a pattern down his side only to disappear somewhere beneath the sash around his waist.
And here I thought my last uniform was revealing. Meridiana mused.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm no Youma," she replied just as the magic in her medallion diminished and her signature reflected her actual rank. Lifting one hand she tapped the corrupt mark on her chest that bore a similar shape and size to the one on his.
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Albite strode in, closed the distance, and encroached upon where she stood. He let his gaze rove shamelessly over her form, caught every gleaming bit, the rustle of vibrant fabrics, cracked holes that detracted nothing from the overall appeal. Spoke instead of survival - of interesting choices. He stared a little longer than he maybe should have, just to be sure. It wouldn't do to be anything less than completely, utterly, sure.
"So you're just a devils advocate then." sharp grin and a curious head tilt. The barest flash of disappointment, because a youma who looked like her would've been so amazing to run into surface side. Hell, any youma at all, it wasn't like he could traipse into the rift to see them up close and personal without risk. Despite his enrapture with the whole of them, the agents who made up their rank and file that were youmalgia; considered them a treasure. One of Metalias more stunning creations.
It was hard to keep that feeling he be when faced with someone like her though. Not a youma, and he was glad he hadn't been confused about her being a Senshi, even if the horns looked like they *belonged*. His surprise came as he realized she was more than just some basic being, not that he ever would have described a single thing about her as being 'basic'.
The flare of power that unfolded, made him 'ooh' softly for the reveal. Wondered how she'd managed to do that. Her own powers, or something else? Trick coin, magic antlers?
"I'm only a teensy bit disappointed. Make it up to me?" a goad and demand in one. Coy 'come on, because he was in the mood for it, but also because she was staring. A powerful woman with looks that could kill, who looked at him like he was a window display?
All of his favorite things.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2021 12:37 am
One delicately sculpted brow raised in mock surprise.
Had he'd been a normal civilian, Meridiana would have likely balked at him and either walked away or simply drained him. But seeing that he was a corrupt, and one hell of a handsome one at that, she instead offered a thoughtful hum as she considered his rather bold request.
An amused smile tugged the corners of her gloss-painted lips as she looked him over appraisingly. Piercing red eyes that held no shame with a grin that would make weaker women fall to their knees. Her own sapphire-colored eyes gleamed with an appreciative approval as she all but drank in the peaks and valleys of his well-toned chest.
“Make it up to you. Hmm?” A hand lifted and lithe fingers reached out to trace the fine line cracks that splintered from the corrupted mark but stopped just a hair’s breadth away. Her fair skin stood in stark contrast against his dark tawny colored skin that reminded her of a flawless smoky quartz; honed to perfection yet remarkably smooth.
She hovered there for but a moment before tracing the strong line of his collarbone to the intricate latticework of ink that raced down his ribs and disappeared beneath the olive-green sash about his waist. It was there she let her hand drop to her side before looking back up at him with satisfaction. “How exactly do you hope that I accomplish such a feat?”
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Albite craved power, confidence, and she radiated it. He soaked it up like the sun, flexed under her delicate touch and appreciative sapphire lidded gaze.
Unflinching as she grazed her fingers along his skin - so close before to his center.
He would’ve invited her to it - reached inside and plucked out his soul. Just to see if the luster of it reflected in mirrored oceans of her eyes - see if the hunger for that sort of game flashed in her gaze. Not a Youma, but Youma-esq, the way some got when a star seed was around.
“Show me if you’ve got fangs to match those horns - I’ll show you how far down the ink really goes.” Beyond skin deep, bound into his very essence and he would get more of it someday. Had a vivid image of the display it would make over his back. The face of a tribal demon that would bleed over and loop down his other arm. A vision of a dream not yet realized, but someday.
“I think that’s a fair ask, yeah?” And ever since the deer - huntress - vicious white moon, that had licked his s**t in? He’d wanted more. To peek behind the veil at the cornucopia of powers granted to them, beings of stardust and cosmos. Made of the same stuff, except that they all came out differently, like a kaleidoscope.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2021 1:46 am
Despite their difference in rank, his presence alone exuded a strength that would likely make most opponents think twice before engaging him in a fight; or any other extracurricular activities for that matter.
Meridiana, however, was not cowed by his nearness nor the impressive curves when his muscles flexed beneath her fingertips. Instead, she looked up at him with piqued interest and dared to give the sash a light tug as if she were on the verge of claiming the article of clothing for the evening.
“Do you truly believe you have the stamina to dance with a Succubus?” Meridiana purred with a knowing grin. He may think he knew what he was up against, but before they parted ways she had every intention to leave him breathless.
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Ding - ding - ding! A dinner bell, a come on, blood in the water and Albite grinned Cheshire wide as she teased him.
She had him at succubus - had him from across the map - and if the gleaming horns hadn’t done it, the sheer audacity of her goad would have. All of Albites thoughts were a cacophony of ‘yes please!’ and ‘sign me the hell up!’ His mind lit up with all the possibilities inherent in agreeing with her.
Leaned with the errant tug as if drawn by a magnetic pull, puppet to some degree, and he cared less about the sash then he did about wearing clothing, in public, at home, ever. Would’ve let her peel it off and use it as a taunt - red flag waved before a bull.
“Do people say no to that? Is that a thing that actually happens?! Seriously? Like, ******** yeah, go on and wear me out.” Boiled with energy in his speech, practically vibrated with how eager he was to test her.
To let her wear, wring, pull apart and lay out his remains to bleach in the goddamned sun. He could’ve used the sleep, just as much as he could’ve used a demonstration of her abilities.
“Rules - are there rules? Like - how do we tap out of this all goes sideways?” more lessons he’d learned - fighting without setting boundaries got messy. Fun. Always fun, but also messy, and not always in the good ways. He wanted to ask for a safe word - realized it wasn’t that sort of fight.
Wanted to ask regardless - just to get another one of those knowing grins to slice red and soft across her features.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2021 1:56 pm
Eyes alight with amusement. His excitement pulled from her a genuine smile and a laugh which were both hidden behind a raised hand. Such a lady-like gesture, remnants of her upbringing.
"Rules?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head.
She supposed it was a fair thing to ask. After all, Zinkenite offered her the same courtesy when teaching her to both fight and defend herself. Granted, they were using snowballs for weapons and essentially playing tag, but because he was a Sovereign and she a lowly basic Senshi at the time; the difference in speed and power, as well as experience, was far too great not to have something in place to make things even.
"All I ask is that if you feel the need to hit me... Please avoid the face." Although her skill in covering bruises with makeup was something to be admired, Meridiana did not much care for the pain associated with the simple act of blinking.
Worst comes to worst she could always teleport away, a cowards retreat she hoped not to have to fall back on. Despite his eager excitement to show off their magic, she felt confident that he'd show at least some restraint if things got more physical.
"Aside from that," Meridiana took a step back, and then another. Some distance between them was necessary, at least until she was certain her magic had taken effect; assuming he didn't get his off first. "I suggest you pick a safe word." She added with a cheeky grin.
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Her laugh made him think of parties he didn't belong in - high rise building with penthouses and gold limned ceilings. Pretty, wealthy, stunning thing and he wondered if she was vicious too. If her horns were function or fashion.
Tilted his head and took a moment to stare, doggedly, beguiled Labrador expression, except how his grin hinted at the fact that his ancestors had once been wolves. Hungry pack creatures. Here he was lone, no less hungry, and if not for blood then for a good time. For a show.
Not the face - check - He could remember that. "Aww - honey it's not fun unless something gets hit. I can be gentle though - heh - 'gentile' even." he'd try, promised himself, leashed that part of him that said 'go' and demanded he sink his teeth in just to see her snarl. Hard not to thrill for the chance at it, especially when she was so damned coy. Cheeky gorgeous thing of a Senshi~
"Kinky - mines paperwork" spoke brashly around a laugh. All grins as he lunged after her retreating form - eyes ablaze of mischief and want. Eager to get back in close to where he'd had her before - close enough to play.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2021 6:55 pm
He was quick. But teleporting was quicker.
When she re-appeared some several feet behind him, Meridiana actually had the audacity to laugh when his arms encircled nothing but air. "Didn't even give me the chance to say go." Not that it mattered.
Lithe fingers curled around the hilt of a golden whip and with a knowing grin, she swung the ethereal weapon over her head and snapped the end beside her. The sound was loud enough to send a few crows flying and a startled raccoon scurrying away from its meal in the nearby garbage can.
"Eyes on me," she spoke an in an almost sultry tone.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Eyes on Me (Two part attack) (Part 1) Sailor Meridiana reaches out with her right arm and closes her hand around the handle of a whip which materializes beside her which glows a gold-ish hue. The length of the whip is about 7' in length and can most definitely be seen however it can cause no physical damage. Swinging the whip over her head she cracks the whip beside her.
The sound is meant to be a taunt, an attention grabber. It will pass through a person if they are too close to her.
(Part2) Once Sailor Meridiana has the attention of up to two opponents she lets go of the whip then brings both hands up and blows a kiss at each of them.
For the next 20 seconds her opponents within 10' becomes fixated on her and enters a bit of a stupor unable or unwilling to attack. During these 20 seconds Sailor Meridiana siphons energy from her opponents (-1 use of a base attack, -15 seconds from a mana pool, -1 to 2 uses of a teleport). Most of this effect goes unnoticed although the opponents may feel drowsy as if they had used their magic even though they have not actually cast anything (relate able to the feeling after you get your blood drawn).Although the energy is gathered into a soft glowing orb, she gains no immediate benefit from the magic siphon. However, the orb, once the attack has finished, may be added to her quota stash and be used at a later time.
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Caught around air and stumbled for it, hair whiped around as his head snapped behind him at the sound of her voice.
Thought *KnifE* - saw *WhiP* - wondered that she wasn't actually kidding about the whole succubus thing. Could Senshi also be demons? He hoped, prayed, salivated over the idea - hydrive curiosity and the crack of sound that sliced through the air like a gun shot held his attention ineffably.
Taunting jab of noise. She sounded pleased though, like she'd done an especially good trick. Albite thought it was good at least - good enough to snarl for - sharp teeth and wide grin, because man he hated being on the bottom of the power scale. That she could traverse space at whim - leave him seeking and teething on air.
"Eyes are already on you succubine - it's you that decided to move." carefully stepped towards her as he chided playfully, purr of a thing, and her voice was absolute fire. A balm of warmth and come hither on his mind. She could've opened a hotline...an only fans...used that same tone to do a bevy of asmr and make bank off of it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2021 9:33 am
Move she did, but curiously enough... so did he.
Normally when she used her magic, her opponent was left in a stupor; unwilling or unable to attack her. But perhaps that's what made him different. Aside from his obvious strength, unlike everyone else he wanted to see her magic and perhaps, to a degree, wanted her.
A curious notion to consider.
Then again the only other corrupt who flirt with her was Arabia and she had never used her magic against him. Noctura was another who treated her in kind; such a frail thing. Many nights had been spent siphoning enough energy from her so she could sleep somewhat peacefully. It helped, for a time, but eventually, the visits became less frequent until she too disappeared from sight.
That's what Meridiana missed the most.
Feeling needed and sometimes even wanted. A playful bout of flirting like verbal tug-o-war. But it was all just a game. After all, who would ever take a succubus, a creature of lust, seriously let alone capable of something more?
Albite moved to close the distance between them. She lifted a hand and blew him a kiss. A simple gesture, mocking even in its own right, but she wasn't sure how well her magic would hold or if it would even have any effect on him.
Meridiana glided towards the corrupt, meeting him halfway. His burning red eyes focused on her in the same way a wolf stares down its prey. In a way, it thrilled her, made her fingers itch with the need to draw him in near. Take from him more than he was willing to give and bring him to his knees then make him beg.
Albite dangled the bait in front of her and she took it greedily.
Before her touches had been tentative if not playful, teasing if she were to be honest about her actions. But that was then, and this was now.
One hand splayed across his chest then moved up and over one very solid shoulder. Muscles flexed beneath her palm and she smiled in pleased satisfaction. Her hand traveled down his arm, reveling in the feel of his bicep before curling her fingers around his wrist where she then guided his arm so his hand rested against her side.
Petite by comparison, but it mattered not. Meridiana was unafraid of the man that towered over her as she then reached up with her free hand and cupped his cheek almost tenderly before weaving lith fingers around his neck and through the thick coils of hair at the base of his head.
“Forgive me,” She spoke upon a whispered breath. A slight pressure, inviting by nature, to pull him towards her until she was able to capture his lips with her own.
It was tender, chaste even, and in her hand, she could feel the golden ball of energy begin to form.
Good God, what she’d to go be held by strong arms without having to first puppet them into place. To feel safe and protected within the circle of another's careful embrace. Meri imagined it might feel something similar to this.
Time, however, was fleeting, and soon enough her magic would end and she would be at his mercy. Unless…
Meridiana molded her body against his, a distraction so she could continue siphoning energy until he either fell to his knees before her or pushed her away for taking what was most definitely not freely given.
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Soft - everything was soft and fuzzy around the edges. The adrenaline that'd been gnawing on him, the go that demanded fight, that demanded blood. All gone pleasantly other. Suddenly she was in his view. His whole field of vision devoured by her, nothing but her - and when had she gotten so close?
He swallowed thickly, it was all he could do to stand there, and just admire how she moved. Like there was no ground beneath her, only air. Huffed a sound that could've been a whine at her touch, because sure, why not? Wanted a fight, expected a fight, got soft touches, and the satisfying trace of nails over his skin that made him shiver - much better then the tease of it all before.
She reminded him of Lina, the way she was sometimes with him. Leaned into her hand on his cheek, nuzzled it and purred as those same fingers cinched into the thick locks of his hair, liked being enveloped that way. How a hand in his hair always held him still for better things.
The absolute best things.
She was apologizing - and he couldn't imagine what for - why - when she was perfect, when her lips were soft and her body a hot flush that seared up along his own. Lit him the ******** up, with 'yes'. Popped any resistance that would've bubbled up for it, the suddenness of her being so gracefully on him.
Didn't matter, he wanted more, his mind snarled keep, his magic snarled keep. Rolled under his flesh like a shudder, and to have his hand perched only upon a supple clothed hip wasn't nearly enough for him. Wrapped the whole of his arm around her - threaded the fingers of his other hand into the gorgeous lengths of hair and mirrored her embrace. Reveled in the feel of silken strands, and how they flowed so easily.
"S'good..." and the question at the back of his mind itched. Stupid little nigglings of why, ignored them, ignored the sway of dizziness, the slight dip of energy that made him shutter his eyes. Didn't mean anything. Faustite did it with him all the time after all, used him like a living battery, something to siphon off of, a Senshi full of too much energy was a perfect accomplice to a Youma who needed such things on tap.
Sought more even - from the kiss - from her - sparked worry that she'd move away again. "S'hey..." gasp between breathless press of lips and so he tightened his embrace, murmured dazedly against her red lined grin "Binding Retribution" and the tattoos that were part of his form, etched so deeply into himself as to be etched into the very magic that ran through him; flowed to life, like ink, like ribbons. Their usual agitated violence dulled into passive seeking - wound around to gently keep - not an attack, and it never had been. Simply a tether, an extension of his form. Another way to hold her close even as he felt himself tremble with fatigue.
Sailor Scout Attack: Binding Retribution! Albites tattoos appear to come alive, slithering off his arm like ethereal magical ribbons. The tattoo ribbons wrap around an intended opponents body part and tie the two together for a duration of 15 seconds. Leaving neither able to escape the other until the magic is ended, or the weak ribbons are severed. (Ex. Albite's opponent has a weapon/magical attack, and uses it on said ribbons or Albite is interrupted in casting/cancels the magic early.) Range: 3 Feet Duration: 15 seconds Number of uses: 3 Number of targets: 1
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2021 12:05 am
Intoxicating.
Lost in the heady sensations of his hand carefully cradling the back of her head, his strong arm wrapped around her so possessively, the warmth of his skin as he held her close; Meridiana's fingers curled, nails lightly scraping against his scalp.
She should have stopped. Should have pulled away before things got too far.
Oh, but she wanted... No. Even if it was for but a fleeting moment, Meri needed to feel desired. To, for once, be held and not pushed away like so many others before him.
Her touch, her affections, most often unwanted; but it was all she could give and knew no other way. For a time she had felt that her magic was useless, a liability because of how close she had to be to an opponent for it to take effect. But once she embraced her sphere, adopted the persona of a succubus, Meridiana soon learned how to effectively throw someone off-guard or use it as a means of escape.
However, this in turn raised more than one brow.
Coupled with a questionable dress that had a long slit down the front which showed off an inappropriate amount of cleavage for a military faction; a dress that made her appear more like a sultry secretary than anything. Rumors began to arise, ones that begged the question of how exactly she had earned her promotion. One officer had pointedly accused her of sleeping her way through the ranks. It was a lie, of course. But she didn't deny it either.
What was the point?
The Senshi of the Succubus, creatures of lust. Lady of the Evening for any who was in need of a companion. White Moon Senshi, Transcended Knights, or other Negaverse Agents; it mattered little where the energy came from. Noctura offered hers freely in exchange for a dreamless sleep as Meri watched over her. When medicine no longer dulled the pain, she took from Arabia so he could rest without the discomfort of his injury waking him. One Knight had freely offered his to her in exchange for not targeting civilians for a time. Most times it was consensual but there were times it most definitely wasn't.
Just like now.
Meridiana stole from the corrupt, siphoned off more energy than her magic allowed and she felt no remorse. Instead, the orb was released, to collect with the rest of her quota so she could revel in the feel of him.
A small whimper when he pulled away. Disappointed that the kiss ended so soon. But then he spoke in a low almost breathless voice words that caused his magic to stir and the tattoos on his body began to shift. From his shoulder, a ghost-like caress circled her wrist; a curious sensation as it coiled around her arm, beneath her robes, and around her waist.
There was no pain as she had come to anticipate. Just an unexpected gentleness and it took a moment for her to finally allow herself to relax against him.
Her heartbeat, however, was anything but still. Her chest, her face, the tip of her ears; all touched by a soft sweep of pink. Embarrassed. Excited. Elated. All of these emotions and more fueled the need for just one more kiss to prologue this fantastical dream before it faded into nothing more than a pleasant memory to look back on fondly. For she was fairly certain that once he came to his senses, the corrupt would soon realize what she had stolen and regret the actions of this evening.
He had greedily sought for more - from the kiss - from her... and she willingly gave him just that.
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Senses, he had them he was sure, ones that existed even outside of her. Felt them slowly filter back in; like waking up after a long nap in the sun, groggy, warm, pleased. Holy ******** was he pleased. Pleased and exhausted in ways he didn't actually expect. Tired in ways that weren't new per-say, but were totally unexpected considering how ******** 'het up to go' he'd been before....before...?
The little bubble of something other, the calm lull that had begged pleasure popped, burst like cold water over his head. He had her in his arms, wrapped, pliant, and the small part of that him wanted to snarl for - for whatever *that* had been - her magic, her presence, her - succubus?! All those parts also didn't want to let her go. Wanted to keep, because that was how it worked, how he worked, what the dwindling remnants of his tether demanded, and she was still hot warm line against him, firm and soft in all the best places. Still seeking and he wasn't deterred by it. Had teased at her and gotten what he'd teased at.
Still....
Albite tightened his arm around her until he felt her breathing stifle, crushed with the squeeze of it just a little. Let his hand cinch in her hair tight enough to pull against the scalp. Enough to be a warning, a benign threat that lay under the surface. He was amazed at how he trembled for it all, how gravity pulled at him, and he could've been on his knees for her, that had its appeal~
Could've closed his eyes and just....
Yeah, no. Not yet, not in that moment.
Fed into the kiss as he doggedly fought off the drowse of that, the lure of collapsing into her and becoming one with the ground. Had a conversation to have still. Had a kiss to return, to feed into, because it was genuinely good. Just, thrum of soft-good-yes under the press of flesh, and gentle tease of lips. He wished she would've asked for it another way - given fair warning.
Except she had? He was just the dumb mutt who'd taken it as a joke, instead taking her seriously. Had to learn all his lessons the hard way. Always.
"Sooo...that.." blinked softly and growled at how breathless he sounded, let it roll into a heady chuckle as he clutched at her. Wasn't eager for a repeat, to let her loose enough just yet to show him how foolish he'd been to tangle with someone above his level, to request demonstrations. "Sooo..that...magic..." let his grin hold teeth "Hfff, your magic? Ahh, I shoulda, uhm, asked for specifics, huh? Just uh, for next time - warn a guy, yeah? M'real permissive n' s**t, but still...." stuttered through utterances like he'd just woken up - tired - and ******** - when was the last time he'd been genuinely tired?
