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[ ~~From here.~~ ] [ —oh, that. Goes through him, a very breathless sound in response as he kisses her back enthusiastically. If she bit into him right now, she would taste the spike of arousal.

The department store's coming up fast, which is... good for multiple reasons, probably. ]

Edited 2022-11-14 04:42 (UTC)

[ No biting, not yet. Soon enough though, when he kisses her like that it's difficult to remember why waiting was so preferable. She hums against his mouth, low and rumbling. ]

[ Once He's bringing them down for a landing, she licks at his lip and pulls back, tugging a bit on his hair to break the kiss. ]

I do love when you get the exact right idea.

[ Effective and pulls a thin groan out of him. He manages a sly smile in response to her words, though. ]

What can I say? I know what you like.

[ Backing up to push the door neatly open for her, gentlemanly~. ]

You must mean what I like other than pushing my fangs into your neck.

[ Her fingertips brush over his shoulder as she moves in past him, through the open door. ]

[ hnnngh ]

...I — try.

[ Following, close but not too close. Gotta keep a little bit of respectful distance there until he's invited in closer. ]

[ She glances over her shoulder at him on their way up to the clothing floor. ] I think if I'm going to be fed chocolates, I should wear something appropriate.

[ So she goes to the lingerie section and starts looking through things until she finds one which she holds up against herself. ] What about this?

[ Glides after her, but he takes one of her hands to kiss her knuckles lightly. ]

Gorgeous, but admittedly there's very little you could wear that I wouldn't love to see you in. Or peel you out of.

[ She watches him kiss her hand, quite obviously pleased. ]

Oh? That's convenient, since I've got to try this on. Come on, you can peel some things off before you see how this looks.

[ Tugging him toward the dressing room ]

[ And in he follows her, already kissing the back of her neck lightly. No pressure, just affection. His hands find the laces of her probably-corset and start loosening them. ]

Lady's choice~.

[ Nuzzle. ]

[ Definitely corset! She gives him another over-the-shoulder look with lidded eyes, then snaps open the front busk of her corset so it'll fall away, trusting him to catch it. Then she stretches, arms unfurling over her head, and turns around to face him and slip her arms around his neck, loose and lazy. ]

Skirt. [ That's all she says in words, but her playful smile speaks volumes. ]

[ His priority would not usually be to catch her clothing as it falls, but okay, he can grab it this once. Another light kiss on the back of her neck as she turns, ducking to press his lips to the dip between her collar bones—

Oh. Okay. His eyes flick up to hers, and his hands find the zipper on her skirt. Tugging it down, slow, then catching the lip of the waist band and dragging it down.

Another kiss between her clavicles~. ]

[ Her head falls back to give him space for those kisses, fingers sliding through his hair, now and then tightening and gently, teasingly tugging. ]

Should I put the thing on, or are you too distracted to appreciate it?

[ hnnngh, ever little tug on his hair ]

I'm never gonna be too distracted to appreciate you in lingerie.

[ Said with confidence, but. Also a little husky. He still really wants her to just bite him, ]

[ Oh? That's quite a claim. And it gets her thinking -- so the next time her fingers twist in his hair and yank his head back. Then she noses up the side of his neck, right along the pulse of his artery. ]

Never? [ Not even when she uses the tips of her fangs to press bloodless divots into his skin while her body presses close, aiming to pin him against the dressing room wall? ]

[ Shudder absolutely racking his frame, and he starts to reach for her before forcibly stopping himself: hands falling to his sides as another shiver goes through him. Hnnngh, fuck. ]

Even — when I can't see straight.

[ Very thick, very low in his throat. ]

[ She notices his hands move, then still at his sides. And tsks quietly against his throat. ]

Touch. I want you to. [ Her words may be that of an almost-request, her tone is decidedly a command. ]

[ She licks a slow path along the thrum of his carotid, curious what he'll do with the opportunity. She intends to reward or punish him accordingly. ]

[ It's not fair, telling him to touch her without telling him how. But he brings his hands up again, one finding her hair to stroke (if shudderingly, as her tongue drags over his skin), and the other tracing the bumps of her spine.

Definitely — playing it safe. ]

[ Punishment it is, then. She peels back just enough to let cool air rush between them, except for her humid breath on his neck. If he played his hand better she'd be sipping his blood right now. ]

Touch. Show me what you want. [ It's as close to permission as she cares to give, so he'd best take it. Repeating herself is not something she'll do twice. ] If you do, I'll give it to you.

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