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Fair.

[Especially since he has layers today even if he opted out of wearing the coat and tie.

Vest, then shirt are removed without much fanfare. He's clearly not the active sort - he's thin, for one, but rather pale and unblemished other than those scars along his neck.]

[ It's not so much his physique she cares about as her eyes lock on his neck and start softly glowing. She takes the last step toward him, resting her hands on his shoulders and then sliding them down his arms to tug his arms around her, placing his hands where her corset laces are tied as a clear message: get to work. ]

[ With his hands where she wants them, one of her arms drapes over his shoulder. With her other, she fingertip-traces the scars on his neck again. Before, the feeling this act evoked was care and concern; this time it's admiring and possessive. ]

Anywhere you don't want me biting, [ her smile quirks up ] other than the obvious?

[He moves as directed easily enough, fingers deftly beginning to undo the lacing. Though he still doesn't react too much outwardly, he's definitely taking the opportunity to appreciate her looks up close and personal.]

Not particularly. I'm all yours.

[A quick movement, untying the knot, and then easing the corset loose.]

[ Goodness, of all things never to say to a Chiropteran Queen. She makes a sound in her throat that's what a growl would be if it could express contentment -- too gruff to be called purring. ]

You do have a way with words around me.

[ She noses his jaw so he'll incline his head and then bites down at the edge of the scars. Usually when she bites she's quick, steady, gentle, trying to cause as little pain as possible; this time she does none of that. She doesn't settle in to siphon his blood out either (though she does lick up whatever trickles from the punctures, why waste it?) but instead moves barely an inch and bites again. This isn't about a meal, it's because he likes it. Because they both do. ]

[His breath hitches in his throat as she bites into his flesh, narrowing his eyes slightly, pleased and yet still trying to focus enough to get her clothes off of her.

Despite his best efforts, his hands are fumbling. But bit by bit, he's able to begin removing it.]

[ Her fangs score along his collarbone as she contemplates biting again, then smiles against him instead. ]

Now that's definitely a compliment. [ She'll take clumsy hands over a few pretty words any day. ]

You need me to lay off while you handle that? [ Her tone is impish, as is the way her tongue laves over the two bite marks she made already. Did she say 'lay off'? Because she clearly meant 'tease relentlessly'. ]

Mm... I'm not sure it will be much easier.

[That tongue is very distracting, the sting of saliva in that open wound.

Still, he works at it, fingers catching in those loops to loosen the strings.]

If you insist...

[ She bears her fangs against the crook of his neck and leaves him wondering for a long moment before biting down again. How nice to be having more of an effect than she thought. ]

Not too much, I hope. [ She doesn't think it is, she just wants to hear his answer. ]

[He can't help the way his hands falter as she bites down once more, taking a second to recover.]

Actually, I think that... should do it for the back.

[Unless he's supposed to unlace the whole thing...? The man's from 2222 and doesn't really know people, this is about the extent of his corset knowledge, particularly when there's an attractive vampire lady nibbling on his neck.]

[ She takes one last lick at his wounds before taking a half step back, shooting him a smile as she pops open the front busk and the corset falls away. (Definitely she didn't want him unlacing the whole thing, it's a huge pain to redo, as much fun as it possibly would have been to distract him while he attempted.) ]

Definitely don't be shy about touching this time. [ She reaches up to thumb over the fresh bite marks in case he needs any coaxing, but other than that and a very playful smile, she doesn't move. ]

[His hands rest at her waist even as she steps back, thumbs brushing against her belly almost tentative, still. Like he can't quite believe he's allowed as much.]

You can always order me to stop.

[Softly - like he isn't blatantly staring at her exposed chest the whole while. But slowly, almost reverently, his fingers glide against the skin, from waist to side to breasts.]

[ Her arms drape over his shoulders to try and gently tug him closer. Of course not minding the staring or touching one bit; for all the things about which she lacks confidence, her (unnaturally good) looks are not among them. ]

If I wanted you to stop, I'd do that. But I don't.

["Decently good-looking" is about all he has going for him in that department, and for not the first time he wonders how exactly he found himself in this position, and how long he has before it inevitably comes to an end.

Still, he obediently steps closer - one hand sliding to curl around her back, drawing her close even as the other begins to fondle her breast.]

[ Certainly she'd beg to differ about that "all he has going for him" thing; he's also incredibly sweet and accepting, and the careful way he's touching her speaks of something more than low confidence (or inexperience? She can't decide, and it's not so important). ]

[ However charming it is, her use for carefulness or overthinking is limited just now. Her mouth finds his neck again, tongue and teeth teasing and pulling the punctures she left; that should sting enough to get his attention without having to bite again just yet. ]

[There's a soft, unwitting inhale at the sensation - an effective reminder indeed.

Still holding her close, he'll try to gently guide her to the bed, assuming she'll allow as much. Even in these movements, he's far from taking charge, and any resistance or movements of her own are sure to supersede his.]

[ She moves with him easily, with an air of pleased indulgence -- of course she could stop him if she liked, even if he were trying to take charge. But she's nothing but delighted that he's gotten the right idea. ]

[ Her mouth shifts away from the wounds and her fangs score the turn of his jaw, moving until they're face to face, but her hand curls over the fang marks she left so her nails can scrape at them. If the pain helps him, that's easy enough; but if he dismisses her when she kisses him this time, that's less easy to accept. Which might be why she hesitates, bumping his nose with hers, parted lips almost connecting with his... that, and she's teasing again. The hum she sounds is questioning in a way that's bordering on playful: you gonna cooperate this time? ]

[Even he's not so dense as to miss out on this signal, and he leans in to the kiss. Not only that, but he'll move to pull her towards the bed, seating himself and guiding her to his lap. There's still that tentativeness to his movements, like he's waiting to see if his actions so please her. But even then, it's clear he's affected - his wings folded against his back quiver pleasurably, to say nothing of the soft sounds he makes into the kiss at the feel of those nails.]

[ Certainly she's pleased that he got the right idea, and the sound she makes against his mouth is unmistakably so. Aliza takes a moment to ruck up her skirt before settling into his lap, curling against him and kissing him with enough enthusiasm to vanish any remaining doubts as to whether she approves, enough that her fangs could easily scrape against his mouth if he were so inclined. ]

[ One hand continues to pluck and press on the bite marks she left, the other leaves scratches down his back, first between his wings and then at the base of one of them -- curious as to whether where wing meets skin is as sensitive on him as on others. ]

[The enthusiasm is appreciated - as is the contact, if that growing hardness between his legs is anything to go by. Her guess about the wings isn't too far off, either - he's in the midst of leaning into the kiss when he shivers, feeling those nails score marks against the skin right where the wings form.]

[ She chuckles against his mouth and draws her nails along that intersection of human skin and wing skin again, slower and harder; so this is universal as a pleasure spot, more or less. With her other hand she reaches to tug down the side zipper on her skirt. ]

Anytime you want to put me on my back and get the rest of these clothes off me, go right ahead.

[ Foreplay's great and all, but patience isn't one of her better qualities. Fortunately some of her better qualities are easier to showcase without clothes on, and she flaunts another one when she kisses him again, open and demanding. Her kind has a certain energy when especially focused on someone, a draw designed to bring willing prey into her reach, and which can be pleasant enough even when she's doing a different sort of hunting. ]

[He can tell approximately where that zipper is by sound, though it takes him a moment longer to draw back and confirm it by sight.]

With pleasure.

[He'll kiss her back, lips parting as his hands run up along her sides shortly before cradling her back so he can carefully lower her onto the mattress, loathe to break off that very kiss all the while.]

[ Mmm he's a bit different once he's loosened up. Or maybe it's that she gave him a direct instruction. Either way, his responsiveness is the best sort of agreeable. ]

[ She's quite content to keep wrapped around him and kissing him as her back finds the mattress, and whenever he moves to shift away and divest her of what remains of her clothing she arches off the bed, head and body, to keep pressed against him for another fraction of a moment. Even when she falls back she's not idle, tossing her head playfully so her hair fans out, shifting just so that it'd be impossible not to take careful note of her shape and soft curves. ]

I expect you to make it back up here soon enough, but feel free to stop off along the way if you're so inclined. [ This body is her one unequivocally good feature, she may as well let people enjoy it however they like, especially when it's nothing but rewarding for her in every sense. ]

[Spoiler alert: the direction definitely helps.

He's somewhat breathless by the time he breaks off the kiss, working to peel her clothes off with a certain eagerness certainly not displayed before now, admiring the view it grants him once they're removed.]

I wouldn't dream of leaving you long.

[Perhaps that's why, after the effort to strip away all the layers and the lace, he doesn't linger for long before he leans down to return to her, a hand gently brushing the side of her face, attention rapt.]

[ Propped up on an elbow, she watches him undress her with idle fascination. If her words inspired his enthusiasm, then direct orders it is. Her thoughts are interrupted, pleasantly, when he says -- ]

[ Outwardly the only change is a rim of gold circling her red-glowing eyes, reminiscent of long-burning embers; less obvious is the inward effect of his words, a twinge all the way to her knees, but the slow way she exhales speaks to a piece of it. She smiles up at him and nuzzles against his hand, not caring nor hardly noticing that this feeling is what sent her skittering away last time. Fear and desire are necessarily linked in a species where the only thing that can kill you is also your only option for a mate, and for good or ill -- it's decidedly both -- that's where the servant foible originates. ]

Tell me what you're thinking, [ her arms wrap around him so she can scratch along the base of both his wings, raising welts and encouraging those thoughts to be good ones ] and then kiss me.

[ If what he's thinking is along the lines of before, that he only wants to make her happy, this time she wouldn't mind at all. ]

[The scratches seem to break him out of a reverie with a short gasp, wings trembling slightly. And then:]

How could I make someone so beautiful happiest... if it's possible, anyway.

[Mildly self-deprecating, as usual, even if it's calmly stated as the weather, that faint smile ever in place.

But that wasn't all he was to do, was it?

His fingers twine lightly through the strands of her hair as he leans in to kiss her once more, exactly as commanded.]

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