[He'll also begin stripping down, fairly unbothered by the whole thing. He's similarly unmarked for now and frankly pretty noodly, the man works an office job and it shows.
...Well, mostly unbothered anyway. There's a spark of interest when he glances over and sees Shikon undressed, he's not blind, but it's quickly absorbed once more into calm acceptance.]
[they're both noodly people, though Shikon might be a little less noodly since he had to fight in a war over a magic tree and go run places. still pretty noodly though.
...notices that spark of interest but doesn't comment, just as he starts putting his hair up to get it out of the way.]
[This is possibly the most emotion he's showed the entire time and it's entirely because everyone around him is attractive and also he happens to like long hair, why have the stars aligned to torment specifically him in this way.
But his expression doesn't change from the usual smile as he steps into the shower.]
[ Smiling just a bit, he can't seem to help being overly... gentle isn't the right word, hesitant probably. She assumes he'll get more reciprocal in a bit, maybe after she puts a few punctures in his skin, but she's not a patient vampire. ]
[ Getting her arms around him then, and laying one hell of a kiss on him, not aggressive so much as quite thorough and purposefully teasing. Take that lying down, she dares ya. ]
[There's the slightest, softest laugh at that, at such a boldness that could not be ignored. But he does seem to get the message at least, reciprocating the kiss to the best of his ability as his hands wander to her chest, seeking out the lacing she warned of.
[ A pleased sound rumbles from her throat, as close to a purr as a predator can get; the impression of satisfaction with a sharp edge. She spares a hand to trace along the scars she's left on his neck with her fingertips, which expresses her intention cleanly enough. Once his shirt is out of the way -- ]
[ Screw it, cloth can be cleaned. She pulls back from that kiss long enough to smile at him beneath her red-gold glowing eyes, then she's nosing under his jaw so he'll lift his head and she can bare her fangs against his neck, drawing two perfect drops of blood. A flicker of movement and she scores parallel lines into his skin. ]
[ It's probably a good thing she can't make running commentary while she's biting, but if she could she'd do more than the low chuckle she does manage. Her fangs drag over those same lines again, harder but not enough for anything like a steady flow of blood, there's time. She can leave a complex mapwork of red all over him without causing any real damage if he wants to keep fumbling with her ties for a while. ]
[It's very difficult to concentrate on untying things when you have a vampire at your throat, okay. But he does manage to get his fingers working, loosening the lace enough to begin to pull off.]
[ Just as planned! But she does show a bit of mercy, assisting with the laces once he's managed most of it and shrugging her way out of the top. She's still at his neck, scraping slow, jagged lines into his skin while she eases open the buckles and zipper on her skirt, leaving it hanging loosely from her hips. ]
[ Assuming he cooperates, and she expects he will, she plucks his hands from wherever they are and guides them to her sides, high on her ribcage. ]
If I teach you what pleases me, will you remember it?
[ Much as they both appreciate her bossy side, it would be nice to have some agreed-upon shorthand. ]
[ And she'll guide his hands further, so they brush her hips and send her skirt fluttering down enough to step out of, leaving what's beneath it in place for now. One of his hands is released to do as he likes with, the other she glides down her leg to hook behind her knee as she swings a leg over him, as though he were pulling her rather than the opposite. She watches his face to ensure he's paying attention as she moves his hand again, up the back of her thigh to the small of her back, skimming along her flank and around her ribcage, over her breast and up her neck and into her hair. ]
You haven't disappointed me yet.
[ Her free hand reaches down to stroke along one of his wings, careful to move with the grain of the feathers, then along that sensitive area where his wing meets his back, since there's room for that with the design of the pillow. ]
[ He won't need too much proactivity, that's why she's maneuvering his hand for him. She does release it, however, for the moment, since it's just where she wants it. And then leaning over like she's going to kiss him only to pause just short with a little smile as she digs her nails in at the base of his wing. ]
Good.
[ When she does lean that last inch down to meet his mouth there's a moment of softness before she bites his lip; not enough to truly damage anything, but enough to make her very enthusiastic about kissing him. ]
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[He'll also begin stripping down, fairly unbothered by the whole thing. He's similarly unmarked for now and frankly pretty noodly, the man works an office job and it shows.
...Well, mostly unbothered anyway. There's a spark of interest when he glances over and sees Shikon undressed, he's not blind, but it's quickly absorbed once more into calm acceptance.]
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...notices that spark of interest but doesn't comment, just as he starts putting his hair up to get it out of the way.]
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But his expression doesn't change from the usual smile as he steps into the shower.]
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and also going to step in after him.]
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[In any case, turning on the water.]
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It hasn't been marked off.
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[This is actually somewhat troubling to him, punctuated by a sense of unworthiness.]
How should we start?
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[He leans in obediently to kiss her softly on the lips.]
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[ Getting her arms around him then, and laying one hell of a kiss on him, not aggressive so much as quite thorough and purposefully teasing. Take that lying down, she dares ya. ]
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[ Screw it, cloth can be cleaned. She pulls back from that kiss long enough to smile at him beneath her red-gold glowing eyes, then she's nosing under his jaw so he'll lift his head and she can bare her fangs against his neck, drawing two perfect drops of blood. A flicker of movement and she scores parallel lines into his skin. ]
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[ Assuming he cooperates, and she expects he will, she plucks his hands from wherever they are and guides them to her sides, high on her ribcage. ]
If I teach you what pleases me, will you remember it?
[ Much as they both appreciate her bossy side, it would be nice to have some agreed-upon shorthand. ]
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I'll do my best, at least.
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You haven't disappointed me yet.
[ Her free hand reaches down to stroke along one of his wings, careful to move with the grain of the feathers, then along that sensitive area where his wing meets his back, since there's room for that with the design of the pillow. ]
How is it working?
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[Being proactive is far from a strength of his, but if that's what she wants - he'll certainly try, fingers threading through her hair.
He gives a soft, pleased sigh at the feeling of her hand along his back, right next to his wings.]
It works great. This is much more comfortable.
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Good.
[ When she does lean that last inch down to meet his mouth there's a moment of softness before she bites his lip; not enough to truly damage anything, but enough to make her very enthusiastic about kissing him. ]
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