[ she doesn't think it's a joke. when is playing with a young girl's heart just a game? she hadn't thought he was that kind of man.
but Nero isn't really sure what kind of man he was. prior, their longest interaction had been a fight and a fake War. and she'd thought him deceitful, cowardly - but he agreed. saw no point in defending a reputation he himself despised. which intrigued her. and then when given the opportunity for some action, he'd rebuked her - why? Nero didn't understand him but she'd thought about him. why he put up a stony barrier when he's capable of needy moans.
why? he'd had hunger in the way his hands grabbed her. there is is again, tangled up in her hair, in his heartbeat. then why would he just not take her? even the most disciplined child takes the candy when they're told its for them. Nero wants to shake him as much as she wants to keep kissing him. why? what are you afraid of?
Nero's not afraid.....unless she's honest with herself. but she won't be. short term enjoyment over long term goals. it's why she's a better Servant than an Emperor. responsibility is worst than the privilege.
this is what she wants. this kiss. this electrifying feeling. like being filled with prana, like standing over a defeated foe. when her spine is bending around the push of his arm and her groin quivers at the touch of his thumb. there's warmth, sticky humidity between them. five of her fingers grip and pull at his hair, no leverage like her braids. gasping for breath around the assault of his tongue.
he could have done this weeks ago - if only Robin had answered her messages.
Nero answers him with her mouth, pulling him back in with the fingers on his scalp. have him duck, take back his saliva and warm breath. feel her nipples against the parts of him she'd rendered tender. as five other fingers go south, to meet her knee. because it has better dexterity to find the outline of his cock and rub against it. work the heat into a harder quantity, while his brain is too busy tracking her tongue to protest it.
what she wants is good for you too. why couldn't he just obey?
(maybe, thinks the honest part, because she'd never be a master.)
her unemployed knee hitches against his hip. she hisses against the strength of his rough hands.
(didn't want a servant.)
surely he should feel the heat of her own crotch, this close to his. like they're against the tree again, a hand in the way but pulling each other closer.
pet the kitty robin
but Nero isn't really sure what kind of man he was. prior, their longest interaction had been a fight and a fake War. and she'd thought him deceitful, cowardly - but he agreed. saw no point in defending a reputation he himself despised. which intrigued her. and then when given the opportunity for some action, he'd rebuked her - why? Nero didn't understand him but she'd thought about him. why he put up a stony barrier when he's capable of needy moans.
why? he'd had hunger in the way his hands grabbed her. there is is again, tangled up in her hair, in his heartbeat. then why would he just not take her? even the most disciplined child takes the candy when they're told its for them. Nero wants to shake him as much as she wants to keep kissing him. why? what are you afraid of?
Nero's not afraid.....unless she's honest with herself. but she won't be. short term enjoyment over long term goals. it's why she's a better Servant than an Emperor. responsibility is worst than the privilege.
this is what she wants. this kiss. this electrifying feeling. like being filled with prana, like standing over a defeated foe. when her spine is bending around the push of his arm and her groin quivers at the touch of his thumb. there's warmth, sticky humidity between them. five of her fingers grip and pull at his hair, no leverage like her braids. gasping for breath around the assault of his tongue.
he could have done this weeks ago - if only Robin had answered her messages.
Nero answers him with her mouth, pulling him back in with the fingers on his scalp. have him duck, take back his saliva and warm breath. feel her nipples against the parts of him she'd rendered tender. as five other fingers go south, to meet her knee. because it has better dexterity to find the outline of his cock and rub against it. work the heat into a harder quantity, while his brain is too busy tracking her tongue to protest it.
what she wants is good for you too. why couldn't he just obey?
(maybe, thinks the honest part, because she'd never be a master.)
her unemployed knee hitches against his hip. she hisses against the strength of his rough hands.
(didn't want a servant.)
surely he should feel the heat of her own crotch, this close to his. like they're against the tree again, a hand in the way but pulling each other closer.
(wanted to be chased, but also chase).]