[ Her laugh is a soft, breathy sound against his neck. He was definitely present. (And still is, if the brush of skin against naked skin is anything to go by.) ]
We'll have to be sure that it stays that way, [ Attached. ] And keep pushing yet a little further away.
[ What are they talking about? Nonsense, he suspects, but is distracted by the feel of her laughter. It's been a while, since he's woken up like this with a girl. Most things tend to end well before. ]
[ For some reason, with him above her, the both of them nude and his insistence that leaving her bed is not an easy prospect, she flushes. Coy may be well within her repertoire of wiles, but in this moment it isn't a trick, or a mask, or an affectation.
It's flattering. ]
Are you callin' me a liar? [ Teasing, grinning, biting her lip. For the moment — and who can say how long the moment will last — she keeps her hands to herself. ]
[ Low enough now to kiss the top of her breast, a warmer and wetter kiss before he lifts his head. There's a ripple of pleasure evoked from the snag of her nails along his spine, and he skims his hand down her side, almost tickle-light. ]
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We'll have to be sure that it stays that way, [ Attached. ] And keep pushing yet a little further away.
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[ What are they talking about? Nonsense, he suspects, but is distracted by the feel of her laughter. It's been a while, since he's woken up like this with a girl. Most things tend to end well before. ]
I hope you haven't anywhere you must urgently be.
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[ If she's forgetting any prior obligations, surely she'll be forgiven. She tilts her head to brush her lips against his pulse in not-quite a kiss. ]
It's been a long time since anyone's shared my bed like this.
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[ He knows how it is for himself, how it must be most of the time. But what's her excuse? ]
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[ Declarative. He rises up a little in bed, finally, moving so as to hold himself over her, bed frame creaking. ]
I might believe you throw people out, but on their own volition?
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It's flattering. ]
Are you callin' me a liar? [ Teasing, grinning, biting her lip. For the moment — and who can say how long the moment will last — she keeps her hands to herself. ]
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[ he says, lowering his head to kiss her cheek, ]
and a scoundrel,
[ and then again, low on her throat. ]
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A thorough-going villain, sounds like,
[ she lightly scores his back with her nails, and her leg brushes against his. ]
at the mercy of the brave hero.
slaps that nsfw tag in place;
[ Low enough now to kiss the top of her breast, a warmer and wetter kiss before he lifts his head. There's a ripple of pleasure evoked from the snag of her nails along his spine, and he skims his hand down her side, almost tickle-light. ]
Before she reveals her dastardly scheme.
nsfw;
Using herself as bait to lure him into a trap,
[ She trails her fingers up over his shoulders, slipping them into his hair. A playful tug, right at the base of his horns. ]
and bend him to her will. But little does she know—