[ he's the one that brought up child abuse first. but she hadn't wanted to change the mood - had wanted to avoid thinking about history beyond the glory of Rome and the roses. it was ancient history to their Master and so many Servants, and it was easiest to narrate a life of glory and magnificence. a myth befitting a Heroic Spirit and her own desire to be one. if not - then don't consider it. because those were the wars, the betrayals. the fire. and the reprisals, issued at her own hand.
as humans they would have been on opposite sides, wouldn't they?
Nero doesn't want to wonder that. she wants him smiling again, with the laugh she's pried it out of a locked vault. so no rough. gentle. maybe was hung up on it because their one time was desperate and in public. and that had been her, because it was a need to lose herself in stress-relief and another to have her body feel good again. or because she had awful taste in partners, that so frequently it crossed into battles and egos. but the infamous thief and spy has been softer to touch than all the legendary heroes.
- or she's wrong again.
She squeaks alongside an involuntary shiver. ]
H-hey!
[ get a yank on his head and a puff of her pink cheeks. but initial surprise turns to a pitched purring sound. she puts a hand over top of his, half-intertwining them, and guides them. so he won't have just the bud but rather the whole shape of her breast in his hand. showing the best way to heft and hold it. his palms are rough and scratched and scarred, calloused from a life with knives and wood. different types of hands than someone that knew luxury or even battle. ]
Well then - if you don't want to be beat up, then what do you want?
[ is it butt stuff? that's where his hand is but that seems content to just hold there, not go any further. not that she really feels the cigarette even, or notices the smell is anything more than residual smoke pressed into his pores.
so what would make him happy, then? Nero goes back to what seemed to work before. tuck her forehead onto his. no teeth. just presses of her lips on the brow she had brushed clear (except for glitter). using her newly freed hand to return to his chest, to spread wide on the warm skin. let it sit there. wait for a response. heartbeat up against her fingertips, frantic but even. ]
Let us have some fun. Whatever that might be.
[ another kiss. another inhale and exhale, her hot breath against his jawbone. ]
no subject
as humans they would have been on opposite sides, wouldn't they?
Nero doesn't want to wonder that. she wants him smiling again, with the laugh she's pried it out of a locked vault. so no rough. gentle. maybe was hung up on it because their one time was desperate and in public. and that had been her, because it was a need to lose herself in stress-relief and another to have her body feel good again. or because she had awful taste in partners, that so frequently it crossed into battles and egos. but the infamous thief and spy has been softer to touch than all the legendary heroes.
- or she's wrong again.
She squeaks alongside an involuntary shiver. ]
H-hey!
[ get a yank on his head and a puff of her pink cheeks. but initial surprise turns to a pitched purring sound. she puts a hand over top of his, half-intertwining them, and guides them. so he won't have just the bud but rather the whole shape of her breast in his hand. showing the best way to heft and hold it. his palms are rough and scratched and scarred, calloused from a life with knives and wood. different types of hands than someone that knew luxury or even battle. ]
Well then - if you don't want to be beat up, then what do you want?
[ is it butt stuff? that's where his hand is but that seems content to just hold there, not go any further. not that she really feels the cigarette even, or notices the smell is anything more than residual smoke pressed into his pores.
so what would make him happy, then? Nero goes back to what seemed to work before. tuck her forehead onto his. no teeth. just presses of her lips on the brow she had brushed clear (except for glitter). using her newly freed hand to return to his chest, to spread wide on the warm skin. let it sit there. wait for a response. heartbeat up against her fingertips, frantic but even. ]
Let us have some fun. Whatever that might be.
[ another kiss. another inhale and exhale, her hot breath against his jawbone. ]