[ it ought to hurt, if only for the contrast in their skin tones. but Nero arches into his groping. her turn to be cat-like, the way she stretches and purrs soft sounds into his head. pawing at his chest, too, because why does he get to be fully clothed when she's far from that.
see, its part of a master plan. a very careful game of chess. two strategists pitting their wits against each other -
so if doing butt stuff. or whatever he wants. will keep him here - then she'll sacrifice those pawns.
(Nero isn't sure how you play chess.) ]
Certainly not. But I am happy to accommodate requests.
[ what does she want? well - for starters, no pants. for him to make those keening sounds again, or cry out. to feel like his hands can't get enough of the touch of her - that he had come out of his own want of her. that he would be happy with her, knowing her, would -
stop.
this is sex without strings with a thief and an outlaw.
Nero tips her nose against his, breathing onto his face. smiling - smirking really - but too close for him to see it. ]
To think I would have prepared and not acquired wine? Unimaginable. However - you will have to collect it yourself from the table.
[ which meant, of course, putting her aside. stopping the breathless kisses onto his mouth, growing deeper and braver with the arrival of her tongue. and her arms, once she's slipped them out of the robe completely, began the trap of moving around and underneath his shoulders.
and then, finally, she's gotten herself nearly flush against Robin's body - and that's when the still-lit cigarette gets felt with a readjustment of his fingers. ]
EEEE -!
[ and still cat-like but much less graceful, Nero tries to jump away.
but they're tangled up with and proper now, so the effort to get away from ow fire hot burn ow succeeds only in pulling them both onto their sides. her back against a wall of throw pillows, robe now covering more of Robin than Nero. ]
Beast!
[ get a heart-shaped velvet pillow smacked in your face. ]
no subject
see, its part of a master plan. a very careful game of chess. two strategists pitting their wits against each other -
so if doing butt stuff. or whatever he wants. will keep him here - then she'll sacrifice those pawns.
(Nero isn't sure how you play chess.) ]
Certainly not. But I am happy to accommodate requests.
[ what does she want? well - for starters, no pants. for him to make those keening sounds again, or cry out. to feel like his hands can't get enough of the touch of her - that he had come out of his own want of her. that he would be happy with her, knowing her, would -
stop.
this is sex without strings with a thief and an outlaw.
Nero tips her nose against his, breathing onto his face. smiling - smirking really - but too close for him to see it. ]
To think I would have prepared and not acquired wine? Unimaginable. However - you will have to collect it yourself from the table.
[ which meant, of course, putting her aside. stopping the breathless kisses onto his mouth, growing deeper and braver with the arrival of her tongue. and her arms, once she's slipped them out of the robe completely, began the trap of moving around and underneath his shoulders.
and then, finally, she's gotten herself nearly flush against Robin's body - and that's when the still-lit cigarette gets felt with a readjustment of his fingers. ]
EEEE -!
[ and still cat-like but much less graceful, Nero tries to jump away.
but they're tangled up with and proper now, so the effort to get away from ow fire hot burn ow succeeds only in pulling them both onto their sides. her back against a wall of throw pillows, robe now covering more of Robin than Nero. ]
Beast!
[ get a heart-shaped velvet pillow smacked in your face. ]