[he's not mad that she won't get off her squishy emperor ass and answer the door. oh no. the door opens and Robin pauses at the frame, looking around. somehow, she's managed to be more florid than the kings and lords' castles he remembers back during his day.
he thought the scent of vanilla had been subtle on her skin before but it's overpowering here. of course there's rose petals everywhere he steps too. he doesn't take care to avoid them. and what's with the glitter?
eventually, he finds Nero on what can only be described as a nest. a nest of pillows. actually, that looks really fucking comfortable. he tries not to look too much at her barely concealed body. is this what she does when she's not texting and throwing rocks at thieves in trees?
must be nice.
he takes his time as he closes the distance between them. instead of touching her or climbing on pillows or beginning this obvious booty call, he takes one of the cat pillows and squishes it in his hands.]
So the emperor of Rome likes cute stuff like this, huh? I was expecting lions to be joining you on that bed. [he pauses.] There is a bed under all that, right?
[he wouldn't put it past her to just sleep on a shit ton of pillows.]
but not to show up dressed like Chad from Delta Phi
[ Nero didn't reign during the dark ages. hers was a time of excess, excess, excess. and even though it's why legacies ended tangled up in tyranny and revelations, it's a habit she won't break. tied too much into good memories, too. ]
It took you far too long to answer my summons. Expect to see some improvement in the future.
[ but even she doesn't seem that invested in the finger she wags at him. much more interested in watching him take in the glorious sights of her room. it can be overwhelming - she'll give him a bit of time to adjust his gaze. when Siegfried saw it he hadn't even had his heels down before he'd turned and walked right out. Germans. never had any sense of taste. ]
Alas - the Praetor informed me that lions would be confiscated if I attempted to bring them on the premises. [ meaning: plans are in the works.
though he didn't look like much, he clearly had good taste. that cat pillow is one of the ones that goes nyaaaaan when you squeeze its middle. Nero nods in appreciation. it's a good nyan. ]
Much better than a filthy storage shed, don't you think? Must say, you clean up rather nicely. A handsome face hiding under that hood. Now, since this has been prolonged enough as is -
[ pap pap. there's approximately one square foot of satin sheets left available for him to take a seat on. even it has gold glitter on it. true golden leaf - or merely a lucky purchase with leftover mana prisms? use your thief's eye to tell the difference, Faceless King. ]
I'd almost begun to think you were ashamed of being in my presence.
[ and she hasn't forgotten Elizabeth's nasty little gossip. that's going to be a question for when he's not ear the doors or windows, and can't bolt away. ]
[improvements, huh? yeah, she can bet on that not happening. the day Robin comes to Nero's side like he's her little loyal dog lapdog is in an alternate timeline. they've gone so far as to be on the moon, maybe it'll happen when he's summoned on the sun.
maybe then she can have her lions, too. he can't believe she's actually tried -- on the other hand, he's not all that surprised, either.
he's more startled about a meowing pillow, actually. it wheezes it's meow at him. like it's been squeezed one too many times and needs a change in the contraption that causes it. what is she doing with something like this... ? why does she want a loyal dog when she prefers cats!?
he basically already acts like one -- he does what he wants, he's independent. and he only shows affection when he feels like it. Nero is the lapdog she wants so badly.]
Filthy storage sheds have their uses. [Nero's room is used purely for her wants. he scratches the back of his head at the second round of praise that comes from her and towards him. while he knows he's handsome, he wouldn't call this cleaning up. it's just this old shirt and jeans.
she's the one that's draped herself in her fine silks and was sending him the selfies.
with a long sigh, he dusts off as much as the glitter, golden leaf, leftover mana prisms whatever the hell it is and sits down while still holding her meow pillow in his lap.
... this is the softest bed ever. this is so damn Extra. fuck it. while he's here, he's going to flop back into the sea of fluff and practically disappear into it. who needs Faceless King when he just needs to dive into pillows?]
Knowing you have a pillow like this? [his hands pop out and reveal the meow pillow. he squeezes it again and it releases a long, weak nyaaaaaaaaa] Why would I ever be ashamed?
[ stranger things have happened. he'd said it would never happen again, and yet, Nero's bed isn't empty tonight. today. the curtains had to be drawn to keep the sun from ruining the ambiance.
cats are noble creatures. Rome and Egypt had enough cultural exchange that the idea permeated into her empire. so in the meantime, until lions can be snuck into Chaldea, she'll have to content herself with some fluffy mewing cushions.
....hm. Robin Hood is good at sneaking..... ]
Not for what I have in mind.
[ also, the smells of weed killer and fertilizer are quick ways to kill the mood. if she'll have sex in any storage facility, it'll be where the office supplies are kept. have some class!!
those were old selfies. she has a backlog to bait him with. and none of them quite managed to capture her at this moment, since they didn't convey the perfume, the way her robe shimmers when she moves in it.
Nero turns herself around once he's fallen in. but before he gets too comfortable, she drapes across his middle, elbows on his chest. got him pinned now - no escape. not unless he wants to be a boor and wrestle her off. there's glitter on her fingers and it gets on the throw pillow she lifts up in order to keep him from suffocating.
the glitter gets on his face now too. and his hair. and clothes. he'll be finding glitter for days. about to fall asleep, she thinks, like he's never been on a comfortable bed in his life. Nero tucks the throw pillow under her chin so it's not pressing on his chest. ]
You took the longest time to respond to my many summons.
[ nyaaaaaaaaaa ]
Had you not, I might have resorted to more drastic measures.
[ hm. sparkly gold dust on his face. Nero tries to smudge it off but succeeds in spreading more along his nose and cheekbones. his freckles are outnumbered now. and, while her fingers are right there, she'll try to get his bangs to go back. there. much better when she can see both of his green eyes. ]
But praise is due. You are slippery - impossible to find even when one knows where to look.
[no. he supposes a storage shed isn't incredibly great for what she has in mind. she's made it very, very clear what the hell that is, too. with eggplants and sparkles and whatever other emoji she thought was appropriate for the texts she wanted to irritate him with.
it's not great for emperors for who, apparently, have a really big penchant for glitter as much as they do for silk, roses, and the color red.
like he can talk. wear more green, Robin. you green bean.
he doesn't shove her off of him. there's only the sound of a grunt as she lays on his chest. he just keeps staring at the ceiling, wondering how he's going to explain the glitter all over his body to the rest of Chaldea. it'll be as obvious as Nero's "subtle" hints.
subtle, she said. good jokes. Nero is about as subtle as a giant log barreling towards you. a glittery, vanilla-smelling log.
all he does is close his eyes while she makes a cushion out of him and infects his skin and clothes with her sparkles and perfumes. this is one of the many reasons he was avoiding her room. one of the more frivolous reasons, but a reason all the same.
glitter is going to be in the crack of his ass for days.
one of his arms flops out to the side, cat pillow in hand. the other he's not so sure about because he doesn't want it to be pinned at his side. it takes some hesitation, but he finally settles it on the small of her back as she pushes his hair out of his face. finally, his eyes open again so he can look down at her with exasperation.]
I know you were right outside the kitchen door at the end there. [the meow pillow gets pushed in her face as he grins.]
But nice try. [while she sputters on fluff, his grin fades away. how much more drastic can you get after she had sent him selfies of her barely clothed?
you know what. he doesn't want to know.]
You'd give our Master a run for their money when it comes to how stubborn you are, you know? Between the two of you, I feel like you could actually move mountains if you really wanted. [or save humanity. that whole deal.
or get Robin Hood into silk pillows and a fancy bed until he looked like Ke$ha.]
I just don't know why the two of you would spend that stubbornness on me.[in their own ways.
the pillow on her face suddenly moves away. the cigarette is off his lips so he can grab Nero's jaw and roll the both of them over so he's on top and their legs tangle. and so he can kiss her on her mouth, as gentle as it had been when he was teaching her the lure of soft and slow.]
[ and for his suggestions, she's hearing no complaints about the bed. or the pillows. or her across his chest and its scratchy sweater, which is warmer and less bony than it looks.
maybe next time, if he''ll be dodgy and sulky again, she'll show him what unsubtle could be. it could be a public pronouncement and a banner and a town crier shouting 'the emperor Nero demands your presence in her bedchambers for a session of lovemaking!' that's not subtle.
next time, yes - because the difference between dogs and cats is that you feel as though you've earned a cat's affection. a dog is always cheerful and excited to see you. but when a cat comes and purrs and curls beside you, takes you by surprise. such as, when she's started to use a fingertip to trace where cheekbone connects to jaw, there's a cushion pushed into her face with a weak nyaaaaaaa- ]
Then why did you have me wait?!
[ you get a hand trying to tickle your ribs for that. damn your sweater-y defenses!
as for why? well aside from the response of 'he's got a good dick and knows how to use it' and 'eventually he's dtf'. she'd wondered that herself when knowing Merlin would be ready to have sex as long as she answered to Artoria during it. ...well, the first answer is that Robin didn't ask that of her. and second? for all the candles, perfume, and roses - she couldn't quite get the smell of trees out of her head.
not because he's a sneaky cheater who takes advantage of cat pillows. nyan-chan how could you betray her this way.
the taste of nicotine is what takes her mouth by surprise. pungent and at first she wants to spit it out, but then there's the fresh air and the smoky aftertaste of cooked hamburger. Nero's stiff for about a second and that was enough to get his grip around her shoulders tight enough to not shake off. and maybe, it would be fine this way - Nero the beneficiary of his change of heart and his mouth. not a pillow princess but a pillow emperor.
but no, no. this would be done exactly how she wanted it. which meant that the fingers she had gotten under sweater could now be put to use to tickle furiously.
so that when she hears that laugh again, and feels the a strange flutter in her chest she's had going, Nero can use their tangled legs to rock him onto his side, the silk and satin bedsheets going more of the work to have him on his back. fight the enemy on favorable ground - and then squeeze her knees into his hips and press her elbows into his shoulders.
[he can complain. the bed is too soft and has too many pillows. the cat one is very childish and she definitely needs a new one. this one is on its last legs. she's crushing his ribs with her weight, and he's not one of her pillows for her to drape herself on.
but Robin finds that none of those things are particularly bad or even worth complaining about other than for the sake of it. to be a pain in the ass. and maybe he's out of his mind (he definitely is) but Nero's worked hard all day just to have him in her room. all to have him in her bed.
and he's grateful for no banners. please don't make a banner. he'll suffer the emojis as long as there is no banner or cries around town.
she tastes as he remembers. no matter how hard he tried to get it out of his head, it stuck too. he could physically distance himself all he wanted, but something had already taken root. the past weeks where they hadn't had much contact besides traveling together to singularities with their Master wasn't enough time for the memory to fade away like all the others. he's been determined to unearth that root by avoiding her.
god, he sucks. but Merlin may suck more.
their kiss breaks with a burst of laughter. his arm unwinds from her waist to reach down and try and tug her away, with protests that would sound annoyed if he wasn't saying them through a wide grin.] Kn-knock it off! Haha! Hey!
[it's not her, but their rolling does knock some pillows off the bed. Nero would care more about that than he would. he's trying to get back at her, a hand squeezing down on her waist. he's breathless by the time she kisses him again, heart beating just a little harder.
covered in glitter, in Nero's gaudy room, he can't believe he's actually having a bit of fun. he expected as things got heavier and hotter he would have fun in the purely physical sense, not from her tickling him. not from pushing pillows in her face or turning each other over in sheets that slide across his skin.
both hands grab her face, returning the kiss, and he turns onto his back again so she's on top and straddling his hips. after licking across her bottom lip, he draws away from her to kiss her neck and trails one hand along the slope of her back.
to pinch her buttock. another grin is pressing into her skin. that's for tickling him.]
[ she sees that smile!! she knows he's not going to complain and mean it. she watched him gravitate towards that cat pillow and then blush and squeeze it again.
(don't look in the closet, that's where the banner is hiding).
Nero only needs to use a few fingers to count the amount of generous partners she's had. it's uncertain why - perhaps intimidation by her station or her overwhelming magnificence. but she's used to a desperate struggle or a bland submissive. either people too closely matched and demanding their own satisfaction - or those diametrically opposite, that it's masturbation with another's body.
and thus she's on top, but its much self-protection as it is her own will. because when he doesn't use his knees or strength against her, the grip with her legs begins to loosen. her fingers still underneath his sweater but not to dig into ribs. to continue upward, her hands cold and hungry just for the warmth. this is a good sweater. makes sense why he's kept it despite the many patches.
there's going to be glitter all over his clothes. every time he puts this shirt on, more glitter will show back up.
he looks so out of place it's giving her a smile. like a historical anomaly but one they don't need computers and Dr. Roman to point out. his hair clashes with the gold and scarlet and there ought to have been a dress code sent over. but also satisfying for all of the herculean effort it had taken to get him there. mingled in with the kernel of a thought - hope he's comfortable. enjoying this. that this isn't pity or....she'll stop that line of thought right now. because she's smiling, tipping her head into his hands. stubborn fool.
and she's prepared to start slipping down his height, her robe bunching up and revealing a distinct lack of underwear - trying, seriously, this slow thing no matter how desperate and clingy the texts were. just to put her forehead on his and -
- and he pinches her!!!! ]
Eep -!
[ have a retaliatory pinch to his ribs. and then another one on his chest as a hand comes up to his pectorals. hm. not as big a chest as hers, but one she'll spread her fingers across anyway. ]
How dare you!
[ said right before she puts her mouth back on his throat. better to hide her face as it turns pink. ]
(he won't look in her closet if she doesn't look in his. there's skeletons.)
with how Nero is, he guessed that she may be more comfortable being this way. he's right -- her entire body seems to relax on his hips. their time before hadn't told him much and he may avoid people getting to know his intricacies but he's always conscious of someone else's.
maybe because he doesn't really have his own desires. not like Nero. whose desires would be enough to cover hers and his own.
he thought her hands might be warm, too, but they're cold and his nipples start to harden in reaction to it. a quiet gasp gets caught in his throat and there's the temptation to pull her hands out and avoid that chill, but she gropes at his chest like she wants the heat to bleed right onto her fingertips and palms.
besides. he already got her back pretty well with the pinch to her ass.
he doesn't laugh this time but he does chuckle low and warm in in his chest. as if the warmth on his skin bleeds into his voice along with her hands. though, he doth protest the retaliatory pinch, m'lady!! in a yelp that has him grabbing her forearms in his hands.
she can't hide the blush completely. he saw it blooming across her cheeks before she hid in his throat. the emperor is... more girly than he thought. with her origins being what they are, there's a gap between the rose emperor and...
this girl. who says "eep" when you pinch her bum and hides her face when she blushes. it's.
cute.
shit, he really is out of his mind.]
I could have spanked you instead. It's what we used to do to misbehaving boys and girls back in my day.
[he did it to Lip. when he was actually out of his mind. that was because of some special power she had, he later learned.
no more pinching, or spanking, but he does get a handful of one asscheek and squeezes. his head comes down to kiss her shoulder and nose her robe off of it. the fabric barely stays on her body as it is so it won't matter if he nudges it off a little more.]
Nero, though, took some lessons out of the last encounter. that he squirms when she takes his earlobe in between her teeth, or uses more tongue than lip to kiss him behind his jaw. not certain, though, if he appreciates her sliding him out of his sweater from the inside out.
definitely not forming plans to steal it later.
gods be damned, his laugh. it makes her smile and then blush deeper. she had insisted, insisted, it was only because of Merlin's weird fetishes or Achilles' run-and-done attitude that she'd kept bothering Robin Hood. been glum when Liz had let it slip out he'd been hiding from her. not hurt, though. the solution was just to make herself worthy of his attention -
fuck.
he takes her arms and therefore she puts her head into his hair. inhales, looking for the nature underneath the aroma of cooking. ]
It was common for families to sell disobedient children into slavery or the army.
[ way to keep the mood going.
he grabs her ass and he'll feel it tense; Nero's legs tighten too, digging into his hips. the robe already so loosely tied its been waiting for the opportunity to fall right down to her breasts. even then it's barely covering, and they come right out when she puts another kiss on his temple. bit of the tobacco smell still in his bangs. it's a different set of sensations in her nose and mouth. the exploration of before unhelpful in preparing her for the second encounter.
hmf. she's on top but he's still controlling her arms. or did, until one left to touch her butt. and she uses the free hand to comb hair off his face and run her fingers through the red locks. keep it there, too, around his head. then use her weight to slide him upwards, the sweater mostly bunched up at his chest and a bit of abdomen revealed under the shirt he had. she's somewhat helpless in getting him to shed his clothing, again. ]
I've had many experiences! [ not an answer. ] Is this your way of asking me to spank you? You did admit you liked it rougher.
[ no. no he didn't Nero.
but she'll turn her fingernails onto his skull, and have a bit more bite when she returns to his lips. pinching his bottom lip but then kissing the pain away. ]
[(for the last time, he's not a drug lord. stop making him out to be a drug lord! he may be a nature freak, all "one with the forest", and has a lot of knowledge when it comes to botany but he's clean! clean!!)
he's bemused by her comment about selling children into slavery and wants to pinch her ass again just to get her mind off of it. he was merely kidding and she had to go all dark on him. thanks for the history lesson, Nero. he knows humanity has done some fucked up things to one another. he knows very well that human likes to betray their own kind if it means saving their own skin. he knows they lie, steal, and cheat.
there's no point in saving humanity but they're all fighting to do it anyway because, for some, they were humans once too. for others, because it's the right thing to do. there are other reasons he can't begin to fathom.
much like he can't fathom why Nero does things like kiss his temple. or push his hair off his face so he's looking up at her with both green eyes. his brow is furrowed at her, lips tugged down slightly in a frown. they turn so quickly from his smiles. maybe because it's more natural for him to sulk than to laugh. genuinely, at that.
he's been doing a little better. maybe not now.]
I didn't admit to anything and I sure as hell don't want you to spank me. You're the one that thinks I want to get beat up before──
[it stings and he hisses. he inhales deeply through his nose before nipping at her mouth. reach down to her exposed breast and pinch her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. is she going to make another girly sound at him? right into his mouth, pouring it down his throat? because he's not pulling away even as he tugs gently on the bud.
he needs to get rid of his cigarette. he wants both hands to coax sound out of her. he's been keeping it pinched between his fingers of the hand on her ass but, at this point, it's in the way.
she might ream him if he gets ash on her sheets, too.]
[ 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. ]
[another squeak gets another crooked smile from him. fair trade that something rare cajoles its kin out of another.
even her yank on his hair doesn't dim the smile too badly, though he winces and looks up at her through one green eye. he's amused. until she purrs. the sound travels lower in his body and makes his hips feel tense beneath the weight of her. it's much easier to get Robin to hold her breasts compared to the first time. when she awkwardly settled them on her cleavage until he gave in.
there's a much shorter hesitation compared to before. mostly for entwining fingers, not for putting his hands on her chest again. that isn't a problem, obviously, when he's tweaking her nipples playfully. his eyelids lower, half-mast over his eyes until he takes control again and weighs her in his palm. she's not too big or too small. she fit easily in his palm before.
she fits easily now as he takes her between his fingers and she's so soft and unmarred compared to the callouses he doesn't get rid of. the two opposing textures rubbing together are as full of friction as it would have been if they had been humans in Rome again.
they're not but this is the best they can do.
what does he want...? he drums fingers on the swell of her ass, as if he can read her thoughts about the butt stuff. why is she concerning herself with what he wants? this is about what she wants, isn't it? she called him here.
she kisses his forehead and touches his chest. he wishes Servant didn't have heartbeats. he prays that Nero can't feel how his thuds harder in his chest than normal from something as inane as a kiss to his forehead and asking him what he wants. it doesn't matter what he wants. he doesn't want.
he's here for hers. if it wasn't obvious.]
Don't turn this around and make it about me.
[he murmurs into her mouth, working more of her robe off her body with idle movements. every now and then he goes back to her breast, giving it a grope. then gripping her shoulder and her arm, squeezing her soft skin along the way.]
But if you have some wine in this fancy room of yours, I wouldn't say no to that.
[ 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. ]
cats aren't so willing to fulfill requests. no matter how much she purrs, he won't be convinced she's anything but a pup that wants praise and attention. and is she always so obliging? she has to be. he has no reason to believe he's special in any way.
she must treat them all this way. every patron that's found their way to her quarters. he's a thief and, at one point, he was her enemy too. but she invites him to her room and lays him on his bed while offering him wine and kissing his face.
what's up with that, anyway?
if he gets up and leaves her to pour himself some wine, he can't imagine she would be happy about it. she's distracting him with a different taste already and one that might be as dangerous the more it's inflicted upon him. one that steadily makes his head swim, too. heats him from his chest and outward that he's ready to toss her robe aside completely just so they can finally be rid of it.
how it's managed to stay on her for this long when it looks ready to slip off at any moment is a mystery he'll never solve.
Robin never had much luck. not with women, especially. things had been awkward at the tree, so of course something has to happen now, too. his hand lays on her thigh when her screech scares him enough that he drops his cigarette. it gets lost in the pillows and sheets as Robin sputters on the pillow shoved in his face.]
What?!
[get that pillow out of his face. he grabs it and pulls it away from her. but there are a dozen other pillows for her to use so what good will it really do?]
Now you call me a beast?!
[and because it's a good idea, and he's pretty sure she's going to do it again, he uses the same pillow she used to hit him to give her a face full of velvet.]
[ and yet he's skipped right passed anal on to cigarette burns - which, if you'll notice, is not marked with a check on her kinklist. very presumptuous of you!
the metaphors get lost somewhere. the point still being - Nero wants her partners satisfied, pleased. willing to come back again when she wants their company another night. they'll meet on her terms, yes, and she has the boundaries enforced with the sword of Mars - but the goal is a willing participant. worship given freely is always more meaningful than when its taken by force.
but that doesn't mean she's willing to have her ass burned just because his weird forest hobo tastes are deviant. or that she's going to just accept him hitting her with her own pillows! traitors! she's on a bed of traitors! Nero grabs whatever she could and squishes it right in his stupid cigarette face. it goes nyaaaaaaa. ]
You burned me! On my butt! My beautiful, regal, royal butt! [ she's still on top of him too. and it gives the perfect advantage for him to see bouncy boobs and a scowling face in between being hit. with. a. fluffy. cat. ] And I thought you were a gentleman! Hmf!
[ SMACK.
and then she's rolled off him, making her trajectory across the room known with loud stomping feet. she had been wearing heeled slippers too so her annoyance echoes extra loud. first - a trip to the mirror, lifting up and then throwing off the robe completely. her poor ass. she should demand he kiss it and make it better - no wait. she's mad right now. think unsexy thoughts, Nero. but when she's determined that it's not, in fact, the fall of the empire of her beauty, she grabs the bottle of wine she had VERY CONSIDERATELY set out and then forgotten about. poured two glasses. and proceeded to carry them both back over to the bed.
limitless generosity? heavens no.
she dumps the second one on top of his head in revenge while sipping the first. hm yes. she feels much better now. ]
[ok but it's not on her hard no's either! it was all accidental, anyway. the only time he would purposefully lay a cigarette burn on someone is if they were a bad guy and if his cigarette was dipped in poison.
Nero might have been an enemy to defeat at one point, but she's not any longer. if he had to put a title on her though, he wouldn't know what to say. allies with benefits? they don't seem it when they're throwing pillows in each other's face and their relationship is more about arguing than actually getting along as allies would.
the nyaaaaa is joined by another muffled shout from Robin. he pulls it away to, yes, get a faceful of tits and her scowling, flushed face. gentleman? she thought he--?
he's smacked again and he blinks wildly, stunned. because she thought he was a gentleman and for the hit. he's idly rubbing his face, eyes on her checking herself out in the mirror. his eyes avert and he deems this a poor end to her call. he's going to go back to the kitchen and--
get wine. dumped all over his head.]
GAH! Wh── it was an accident!
[the green, now red, archer leaps from his seat. his sweater had gotten the brunt of the liquid but there's some on his jeans, too. his hair drips in front of his eyes and droplets fall off his chin and the end of his nose. slowly, he turns to look at her sipping at her golden goblet and wipes at his face. with the wettest cat expression that ever existed.
his sweater is pretty much ruined so, hey, the upside to this is Nero has Robin stripping his top off.]
Tsk. You're as wasteful as any other royalty I've encountered.
[the downside? he flicks the fabric at her so droplets splash at her mercilessly.
[ yes, she had thought he was a gentleman! what with his modest protests and slow kissing and the way his fingers had moved both on and in her....
but your charm has been broken! and Nero will drink smugly out of her cup, hips cocked, feeling proud of herself and her nakedness. even though taking off the sweater ruffles his hair and shows off his abs before he tugs the shift back down, and she can see his collarbone from the deep deep V of his shirt and - no! Nero you're angry at him! ]
A likely story.
[ don't you throw wine at her! she'll try to dodge it like it'll melt her if it lands on her. ]
H-hey! Wasteful! I'm not wasteful!
[ and just for that she'll throw the second cup in his face too. ha! take that! she's not wasteful -
wait.
no, it still works. because now his other shirt is all soaked with chardonnay and he'll have to take that off too, and she'll have saved a lot of time in getting him naked and over this argument and back to touching his abs. genius. Nero you're genius. even when you're angry your intelligence shines through like the sun and stars. haha.
and she's not a lady, she's emperor. a very, very key difference. ]
[his black undershirt does also have a too deep collar. someone needs to buy him more fashionable clothes. the dark color doesn't help his skin -- making it appear more pale than usual. but there are no sleeves to it and his biceps and forearms are showing, flexing as he tugs it back down over his stomach while she dodges his splashing.
but he can't dodge hers so now his undershirt is dripping too. why the fuck is this his life?]
Would you cut it out?!
[his wardrobe is barren as it is! and that sweater is a hand me down!! it came with some Craft Essence that their Master had summoned. one with an old man and a white beard. a man that Robin knew once before.
the goblet clatters onto the ground as Robin curses down at his shirt, plucking at it with his fingers and making a face. he attempts wringing it out, getting white wine on her floor, but indeed decides to just strip it from his body.
then he wrings it out. much easier that way.]
Me?! You're the one calling me a beast! I told you, it was an accident! Accident! Jeez, now I'm gonna smell like Blackbeard.
[wrong. this fancy wine is too fancy for Blackbeard, but you get the idea.
he's going to smell like an alcoholic pirate. maybe Drake would be the better comparison, then.]
There's no way in hell I'm borrowing anything you might offer, either, so don't try it.
[ this is the most naked she's seen him and....damnit. Nero's trying to swallow down her heartbeat as it speeds up. he's no meathead but those aren't what she likes - thin and lean enough that he operates in fluid movements. so that even when the shirt is clinging to his abs and his hair is soaked, she's wishing for the wine to put in her dry mouth as he yanks the shirt off in a swift, single action. ]
If it was an accident you should apologize instead of yelling!
[ though if she poured another cup to throw on his pants, would he take those off too.....? ]
Why were you smoking? My company ought to be enough to keep you occupied!
[ he wouldn't fit in her clothes anyway but - if she called for a tailor, and maybe a nice suit. keep him in earth tones because red really doesn't compliment him - maybe black or gray wool.....would he clean up well?
Nero. Nero focus. ]
A-and you are a beast! Getting in my head and being a distraction. A DISTRACTION! [ J'accuse! she points a finger at his scowly wet cat face. ] Nasty low-handed trickery - bewitching my mind and toying with my heart! Why did you make it so difficult TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU!
[after everything she's done, he doesn't feel particularly inclined to apologize. they're even now, that's it. end of story. he does stop yelling in favor of glowering at her.
she's fussy. he was smoking before he got here, that's why. and she's right in that her company keeps him occupied plenty. not only does she demand attention and love, but if he makes one mistake he gets wine. THROWN AT HIM.
between her and Liz, he's wondering if Nero is the more problematic one now.
she answers that for him.]
... Hah?
[toying with her heart? what? he's all shirtless and his hair is tousled, not hanging in front of his eyes so much as sticking up every which way and she's saying he's been in her mind and does things to her heart?
this is. bad. really bad.]
C-calm down there. [his hands raise and he looks. panicked.] You're saying weird and scary things! What do you mean toying with your heart? No, actually, I don't want to know.
[he can already imagine.]
Listen, Your Majesty. [oh, yeah, he went there.] I'm sorry for hurting you, okay? Maybe you shouldn't have any more wine...
[he stoops down and picks up the goblet so she can't use it again.]
[ he was the one that asked for wine to begin with! so, in a way, it was still all his fault! ha! Nero can still be smug and jab a finger at his stupid chiseled chest. she's covered him in college student rose and the smell is delicious. and since he's only glowering, she'll fill up the air with yelling for the both of them. ]
Were you summoned as a Caster and keeping that from me? Is that why? You cast a spell on me, didn't you??? [ angry. poking. with her eyes exactly downcast on his abs. ] Or in league with Boudica, revenge beyond the grave? You - smarmy Brits!
[ Nero. stop looking at him shirtless. stop looking at where he has freckles and where he doesn't!! look at his face and - oh no that's worse. because his eyes are wide and he's babbling and the way his hair is in his face makes him look so young and innocent, like a stableboy she'd pulled away who couldn't believe he'd been selected by the emperor's niece. ]
Now you dare you apologize! Use your clever Caster tongue! Causing me to feel cruel and awful for shouting at you! [ ????? ] And I'll have more wine if I please it!
[ she'll take that bottle of chardonnay and drink right from it. screw your cup! and - get more of it down her front than in her mouth because she turned the bottle up too quickly and all of this was supposed to be meaningless and just fun sex and also sexy and romantic enough that she won Robin's heart which is also NOT AT ALL what she wanted and - and - ]
Don't just stand there looking cute! Here! [ and she'll toss the silky robe in a loose ball to him, which doesn't even hit him so much as float cloudily down to his feet. ] You may use that to clean yourself up and I'm sorry if it was truly an accident! Hmpf!
[no, Nero, he's still an Archer. he doesn't know any spells despite his Druid heritage. he's done nothing to her to deserve the accusations. or the poking. with everything that's coming from her mouth, he doesn't know what to do. or say.
they finally lock eyes and a fresh rush of panic slams into his gut. not only because she's looking at him differently but because his heart does a thing for all the babbling she's doing.
stock still in his place, Nero has her tantrum while Robin plays as her audience. from spilling wine all down her chest and getting it shiny and wet to calling him cute.
there goes his heart again. what's wrong with her? did he miss something in the weeks they didn't talk? they had a passing conversation here and there, but nothing that should cause her to ramble at him.
it is supposed to be meaningly. just sex. that's why he agreed before, that's why he's here now. he realizes his mistake now. Nero has always been so starved for love that when Robin gave her an idea of what his might be like. his mistake wasn't just in fucking another Servant, it's in fucking a Servant that was similar to him.
starved.]
Wh-what? Don't call me cute after just calling me smarmy and everything else! [he doesn't pick up the robe. too busy blushing at her and wondering if he can escape. before this gets worse. can it get worse?
it can always get worse.]
Coming here was a bad idea. I knew it. [he pushes his hair out of his face, restless and mumbling to himself.]
You can't have any heart problems because of me! Or mind problems! That's the last thing you should have. I thought we agreed on this not meaning anything.
[it was different when he was the one who was having mind problems. it was fine when it was just him. now knowing that Nero was going through something similar?
how messed up can this be?
after what seems like forever, he picks up the robe and presses it back into Nero's hands. a sign for her to get dressed. that this is as far as they're going to go now.]
[ the trouble was, Nero's not thinking about what she's saying. and when she hears it she wants to backtrack but can't - has to stand by her words unless she looks weak, foolish. made complicated by just...looking at him and feeling more flustered.
because she hadn't lied, not once, really. it was utterly meaningless. at no point had she sent him strings of emoji with the intention of it turning this into a confession. not even when she'd prepared herself, wanted it to be nice and pleasant and for him to be the smitten one. so Nero would be cool and collected and saying This was a bad idea - we agreed on this not meaning anything.
not Robin. not driving him to put his foot down. ]
How could you have possibly known unless you are in my head and are messing around with it?!
[ his tone of voice made her chest tighten. but this time, not in a good way.
a bad idea? that's what he thought she was?
she had been making the mistake. putting any want behind this other than just the purely physical. noticing the throaty way he laughed when caught off guard. forgetting he was a scoundrel that fought with poisons, and just because he had been light with his hands didn't mean Robin Hood was chivalrous. Nero had supposed to be debasing herself with commoner dick - not be his bad idea, his regret.
bastard.
then she will make him regret it. regret what he could have had, if he had been willing to be kind and gentle and lay with her again. Nero takes the robe and still crosses her arms, not putting it on. marching so that her body blocks the door and standing her ground. it can get worse. because if he leaves then she's a laughingstock with blue balls. and that's as worse as it can get. ]
It does mean nothing! You mean nothing! You're nothing but a liar and a thief and - [ please don't go nearly comes out of her mouth. ] - and I'll prove it!
[ by lunging at him - digging nails into his shoulders when she yanks him down - and shoving her tongue as far down his throat as it could go. because she'll pull away and march off, no matter how much he will beg and be pathetic. 'Forgive me Emperor Nero - I knew not what I threw away!'
and then she'll tell him 'No' - because Robin was a 'bad idea'. ]
[because it's never just sex unless you're just touched enough in the head like medb. they're alike, the two of them. the difference between them is that Nero is far more willing to wear her heart and emotions on her lace sleeves compared to Robin. that's what draws more people to her than it does to him, he guesses. while, literally, a royal pain in the ass he can understand why his Master thinks she's cute and wants her around.
when she can't spell Ibaraki and has cat pillows.
but she also blocks his escape, as if she can read his mind. already knowing she's keeping him in her room as prisoner, he sighs and scratches at his head. tousling it more. he doesn't wince with her insults, but his face goes a bit blank when she confirms what he already knows. that he's nothing and that he means nothing to anyone. some of the tightness in his chest relaxes with those words.
if only she didn't sound so desperate and like she was convincing him to stay. as if please don't go didn't need to be said because it was already interwoven into each syllable.
even if this is how she feels now, how long until she gets tired of him?
Robin doesn't respond but he doesn't push her away, either, letting her unleash her frusration, desperation, her passion onto him like she's a tidal wave for her to wear down on. or more appropriately? for a fire to burn away at his flesh.
all he does is grab her arms, his touch gentle as ever.]
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she told him to lose the cloak ok
he thought the scent of vanilla had been subtle on her skin before but it's overpowering here. of course there's rose petals everywhere he steps too. he doesn't take care to avoid them. and what's with the glitter?
eventually, he finds Nero on what can only be described as a nest. a nest of pillows. actually, that looks really fucking comfortable. he tries not to look too much at her barely concealed body. is this what she does when she's not texting and throwing rocks at thieves in trees?
must be nice.
he takes his time as he closes the distance between them. instead of touching her or climbing on pillows or beginning this obvious booty call, he takes one of the cat pillows and squishes it in his hands.]
So the emperor of Rome likes cute stuff like this, huh? I was expecting lions to be joining you on that bed. [he pauses.] There is a bed under all that, right?
[he wouldn't put it past her to just sleep on a shit ton of pillows.]
but not to show up dressed like Chad from Delta Phi
It took you far too long to answer my summons. Expect to see some improvement in the future.
[ but even she doesn't seem that invested in the finger she wags at him. much more interested in watching him take in the glorious sights of her room. it can be overwhelming - she'll give him a bit of time to adjust his gaze. when Siegfried saw it he hadn't even had his heels down before he'd turned and walked right out. Germans. never had any sense of taste. ]
Alas - the Praetor informed me that lions would be confiscated if I attempted to bring them on the premises. [ meaning: plans are in the works.
though he didn't look like much, he clearly had good taste. that cat pillow is one of the ones that goes nyaaaaan when you squeeze its middle. Nero nods in appreciation. it's a good nyan. ]
Much better than a filthy storage shed, don't you think? Must say, you clean up rather nicely. A handsome face hiding under that hood. Now, since this has been prolonged enough as is -
[ pap pap. there's approximately one square foot of satin sheets left available for him to take a seat on. even it has gold glitter on it. true golden leaf - or merely a lucky purchase with leftover mana prisms? use your thief's eye to tell the difference, Faceless King. ]
I'd almost begun to think you were ashamed of being in my presence.
[ and she hasn't forgotten Elizabeth's nasty little gossip. that's going to be a question for when he's not ear the doors or windows, and can't bolt away. ]
she loves it what do you mean
maybe then she can have her lions, too. he can't believe she's actually tried -- on the other hand, he's not all that surprised, either.
he's more startled about a meowing pillow, actually. it wheezes it's meow at him. like it's been squeezed one too many times and needs a change in the contraption that causes it. what is she doing with something like this... ? why does she want a loyal dog when she prefers cats!?
he basically already acts like one -- he does what he wants, he's independent. and he only shows affection when he feels like it. Nero is the lapdog she wants so badly.]
Filthy storage sheds have their uses. [Nero's room is used purely for her wants. he scratches the back of his head at the second round of praise that comes from her and towards him. while he knows he's handsome, he wouldn't call this cleaning up. it's just this old shirt and jeans.
she's the one that's draped herself in her fine silks and was sending him the selfies.
with a long sigh, he dusts off as much as the glitter, golden leaf, leftover mana prisms whatever the hell it is and sits down while still holding her meow pillow in his lap.
... this is the softest bed ever. this is so damn Extra. fuck it. while he's here, he's going to flop back into the sea of fluff and practically disappear into it. who needs Faceless King when he just needs to dive into pillows?]
Knowing you have a pillow like this? [his hands pop out and reveal the meow pillow. he squeezes it again and it releases a long, weak nyaaaaaaaaa] Why would I ever be ashamed?
she does have terribly milktoast taste, it's true
cats are noble creatures. Rome and Egypt had enough cultural exchange that the idea permeated into her empire. so in the meantime, until lions can be snuck into Chaldea, she'll have to content herself with some fluffy mewing cushions.
....hm. Robin Hood is good at sneaking..... ]
Not for what I have in mind.
[ also, the smells of weed killer and fertilizer are quick ways to kill the mood. if she'll have sex in any storage facility, it'll be where the office supplies are kept. have some class!!
those were old selfies. she has a backlog to bait him with. and none of them quite managed to capture her at this moment, since they didn't convey the perfume, the way her robe shimmers when she moves in it.
Nero turns herself around once he's fallen in. but before he gets too comfortable, she drapes across his middle, elbows on his chest. got him pinned now - no escape. not unless he wants to be a boor and wrestle her off. there's glitter on her fingers and it gets on the throw pillow she lifts up in order to keep him from suffocating.
the glitter gets on his face now too. and his hair. and clothes. he'll be finding glitter for days. about to fall asleep, she thinks, like he's never been on a comfortable bed in his life. Nero tucks the throw pillow under her chin so it's not pressing on his chest. ]
You took the longest time to respond to my many summons.
[ nyaaaaaaaaaa ]
Had you not, I might have resorted to more drastic measures.
[ hm. sparkly gold dust on his face. Nero tries to smudge it off but succeeds in spreading more along his nose and cheekbones. his freckles are outnumbered now. and, while her fingers are right there, she'll try to get his bangs to go back. there. much better when she can see both of his green eyes. ]
But praise is due. You are slippery - impossible to find even when one knows where to look.
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it's not great for emperors for who, apparently, have a really big penchant for glitter as much as they do for silk, roses, and the color red.
like he can talk. wear more green, Robin. you green bean.
he doesn't shove her off of him. there's only the sound of a grunt as she lays on his chest. he just keeps staring at the ceiling, wondering how he's going to explain the glitter all over his body to the rest of Chaldea. it'll be as obvious as Nero's "subtle" hints.
subtle, she said. good jokes. Nero is about as subtle as a giant log barreling towards you. a glittery, vanilla-smelling log.
all he does is close his eyes while she makes a cushion out of him and infects his skin and clothes with her sparkles and perfumes. this is one of the many reasons he was avoiding her room. one of the more frivolous reasons, but a reason all the same.
glitter is going to be in the crack of his ass for days.
one of his arms flops out to the side, cat pillow in hand. the other he's not so sure about because he doesn't want it to be pinned at his side. it takes some hesitation, but he finally settles it on the small of her back as she pushes his hair out of his face. finally, his eyes open again so he can look down at her with exasperation.]
I know you were right outside the kitchen door at the end there. [the meow pillow gets pushed in her face as he grins.]
But nice try. [while she sputters on fluff, his grin fades away. how much more drastic can you get after she had sent him selfies of her barely clothed?
you know what. he doesn't want to know.]
You'd give our Master a run for their money when it comes to how stubborn you are, you know? Between the two of you, I feel like you could actually move mountains if you really wanted. [or save humanity. that whole deal.
or get Robin Hood into silk pillows and a fancy bed until he looked like Ke$ha.]
I just don't know why the two of you would spend that stubbornness on me.[in their own ways.
the pillow on her face suddenly moves away. the cigarette is off his lips so he can grab Nero's jaw and roll the both of them over so he's on top and their legs tangle. and so he can kiss her on her mouth, as gentle as it had been when he was teaching her the lure of soft and slow.]
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maybe next time, if he''ll be dodgy and sulky again, she'll show him what unsubtle could be. it could be a public pronouncement and a banner and a town crier shouting 'the emperor Nero demands your presence in her bedchambers for a session of lovemaking!' that's not subtle.
next time, yes - because the difference between dogs and cats is that you feel as though you've earned a cat's affection. a dog is always cheerful and excited to see you. but when a cat comes and purrs and curls beside you, takes you by surprise. such as, when she's started to use a fingertip to trace where cheekbone connects to jaw, there's a cushion pushed into her face with a weak nyaaaaaaa- ]
Then why did you have me wait?!
[ you get a hand trying to tickle your ribs for that. damn your sweater-y defenses!
as for why? well aside from the response of 'he's got a good dick and knows how to use it' and 'eventually he's dtf'. she'd wondered that herself when knowing Merlin would be ready to have sex as long as she answered to Artoria during it. ...well, the first answer is that Robin didn't ask that of her. and second? for all the candles, perfume, and roses - she couldn't quite get the smell of trees out of her head.
not because he's a sneaky cheater who takes advantage of cat pillows. nyan-chan how could you betray her this way.
the taste of nicotine is what takes her mouth by surprise. pungent and at first she wants to spit it out, but then there's the fresh air and the smoky aftertaste of cooked hamburger. Nero's stiff for about a second and that was enough to get his grip around her shoulders tight enough to not shake off. and maybe, it would be fine this way - Nero the beneficiary of his change of heart and his mouth. not a pillow princess but a pillow emperor.
but no, no. this would be done exactly how she wanted it. which meant that the fingers she had gotten under sweater could now be put to use to tickle furiously.
so that when she hears that laugh again, and feels the a strange flutter in her chest she's had going, Nero can use their tangled legs to rock him onto his side, the silk and satin bedsheets going more of the work to have him on his back. fight the enemy on favorable ground - and then squeeze her knees into his hips and press her elbows into his shoulders.
then resume kissing. ]
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but Robin finds that none of those things are particularly bad or even worth complaining about other than for the sake of it. to be a pain in the ass. and maybe he's out of his mind (he definitely is) but Nero's worked hard all day just to have him in her room. all to have him in her bed.
and he's grateful for no banners. please don't make a banner. he'll suffer the emojis as long as there is no banner or cries around town.
she tastes as he remembers. no matter how hard he tried to get it out of his head, it stuck too. he could physically distance himself all he wanted, but something had already taken root. the past weeks where they hadn't had much contact besides traveling together to singularities with their Master wasn't enough time for the memory to fade away like all the others. he's been determined to unearth that root by avoiding her.
god, he sucks. but Merlin may suck more.
their kiss breaks with a burst of laughter. his arm unwinds from her waist to reach down and try and tug her away, with protests that would sound annoyed if he wasn't saying them through a wide grin.] Kn-knock it off! Haha! Hey!
[it's not her, but their rolling does knock some pillows off the bed. Nero would care more about that than he would. he's trying to get back at her, a hand squeezing down on her waist. he's breathless by the time she kisses him again, heart beating just a little harder.
covered in glitter, in Nero's gaudy room, he can't believe he's actually having a bit of fun. he expected as things got heavier and hotter he would have fun in the purely physical sense, not from her tickling him. not from pushing pillows in her face or turning each other over in sheets that slide across his skin.
both hands grab her face, returning the kiss, and he turns onto his back again so she's on top and straddling his hips. after licking across her bottom lip, he draws away from her to kiss her neck and trails one hand along the slope of her back.
to pinch her buttock. another grin is pressing into her skin. that's for tickling him.]
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(don't look in the closet, that's where the banner is hiding).
Nero only needs to use a few fingers to count the amount of generous partners she's had. it's uncertain why - perhaps intimidation by her station or her overwhelming magnificence. but she's used to a desperate struggle or a bland submissive. either people too closely matched and demanding their own satisfaction - or those diametrically opposite, that it's masturbation with another's body.
and thus she's on top, but its much self-protection as it is her own will. because when he doesn't use his knees or strength against her, the grip with her legs begins to loosen. her fingers still underneath his sweater but not to dig into ribs. to continue upward, her hands cold and hungry just for the warmth. this is a good sweater. makes sense why he's kept it despite the many patches.
there's going to be glitter all over his clothes. every time he puts this shirt on, more glitter will show back up.
he looks so out of place it's giving her a smile. like a historical anomaly but one they don't need computers and Dr. Roman to point out. his hair clashes with the gold and scarlet and there ought to have been a dress code sent over. but also satisfying for all of the herculean effort it had taken to get him there. mingled in with the kernel of a thought - hope he's comfortable. enjoying this. that this isn't pity or....she'll stop that line of thought right now. because she's smiling, tipping her head into his hands. stubborn fool.
and she's prepared to start slipping down his height, her robe bunching up and revealing a distinct lack of underwear - trying, seriously, this slow thing no matter how desperate and clingy the texts were. just to put her forehead on his and -
- and he pinches her!!!! ]
Eep -!
[ have a retaliatory pinch to his ribs. and then another one on his chest as a hand comes up to his pectorals. hm. not as big a chest as hers, but one she'll spread her fingers across anyway. ]
How dare you!
[ said right before she puts her mouth back on his throat. better to hide her face as it turns pink. ]
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with how Nero is, he guessed that she may be more comfortable being this way. he's right -- her entire body seems to relax on his hips. their time before hadn't told him much and he may avoid people getting to know his intricacies but he's always conscious of someone else's.
maybe because he doesn't really have his own desires. not like Nero. whose desires would be enough to cover hers and his own.
he thought her hands might be warm, too, but they're cold and his nipples start to harden in reaction to it. a quiet gasp gets caught in his throat and there's the temptation to pull her hands out and avoid that chill, but she gropes at his chest like she wants the heat to bleed right onto her fingertips and palms.
besides. he already got her back pretty well with the pinch to her ass.
he doesn't laugh this time but he does chuckle low and warm in in his chest. as if the warmth on his skin bleeds into his voice along with her hands. though, he doth protest the retaliatory pinch, m'lady!! in a yelp that has him grabbing her forearms in his hands.
she can't hide the blush completely. he saw it blooming across her cheeks before she hid in his throat. the emperor is... more girly than he thought. with her origins being what they are, there's a gap between the rose emperor and...
this girl. who says "eep" when you pinch her bum and hides her face when she blushes. it's.
cute.
shit, he really is out of his mind.]
I could have spanked you instead. It's what we used to do to misbehaving boys and girls back in my day.
[he did it to Lip. when he was actually out of his mind. that was because of some special power she had, he later learned.
no more pinching, or spanking, but he does get a handful of one asscheek and squeezes. his head comes down to kiss her shoulder and nose her robe off of it. the fabric barely stays on her body as it is so it won't matter if he nudges it off a little more.]
Never had your butt pinched?
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Nero, though, took some lessons out of the last encounter. that he squirms when she takes his earlobe in between her teeth, or uses more tongue than lip to kiss him behind his jaw. not certain, though, if he appreciates her sliding him out of his sweater from the inside out.
definitely not forming plans to steal it later.
gods be damned, his laugh. it makes her smile and then blush deeper. she had insisted, insisted, it was only because of Merlin's weird fetishes or Achilles' run-and-done attitude that she'd kept bothering Robin Hood. been glum when Liz had let it slip out he'd been hiding from her. not hurt, though. the solution was just to make herself worthy of his attention -
fuck.
he takes her arms and therefore she puts her head into his hair. inhales, looking for the nature underneath the aroma of cooking. ]
It was common for families to sell disobedient children into slavery or the army.
[ way to keep the mood going.
he grabs her ass and he'll feel it tense; Nero's legs tighten too, digging into his hips. the robe already so loosely tied its been waiting for the opportunity to fall right down to her breasts. even then it's barely covering, and they come right out when she puts another kiss on his temple. bit of the tobacco smell still in his bangs. it's a different set of sensations in her nose and mouth. the exploration of before unhelpful in preparing her for the second encounter.
hmf. she's on top but he's still controlling her arms. or did, until one left to touch her butt. and she uses the free hand to comb hair off his face and run her fingers through the red locks. keep it there, too, around his head. then use her weight to slide him upwards, the sweater mostly bunched up at his chest and a bit of abdomen revealed under the shirt he had. she's somewhat helpless in getting him to shed his clothing, again. ]
I've had many experiences! [ not an answer. ] Is this your way of asking me to spank you? You did admit you liked it rougher.
[ no. no he didn't Nero.
but she'll turn her fingernails onto his skull, and have a bit more bite when she returns to his lips. pinching his bottom lip but then kissing the pain away. ]
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he's bemused by her comment about selling children into slavery and wants to pinch her ass again just to get her mind off of it. he was merely kidding and she had to go all dark on him. thanks for the history lesson, Nero. he knows humanity has done some fucked up things to one another. he knows very well that human likes to betray their own kind if it means saving their own skin. he knows they lie, steal, and cheat.
there's no point in saving humanity but they're all fighting to do it anyway because, for some, they were humans once too. for others, because it's the right thing to do. there are other reasons he can't begin to fathom.
much like he can't fathom why Nero does things like kiss his temple. or push his hair off his face so he's looking up at her with both green eyes. his brow is furrowed at her, lips tugged down slightly in a frown. they turn so quickly from his smiles. maybe because it's more natural for him to sulk than to laugh. genuinely, at that.
he's been doing a little better. maybe not now.]
I didn't admit to anything and I sure as hell don't want you to spank me. You're the one that thinks I want to get beat up before──
[it stings and he hisses. he inhales deeply through his nose before nipping at her mouth. reach down to her exposed breast and pinch her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. is she going to make another girly sound at him? right into his mouth, pouring it down his throat? because he's not pulling away even as he tugs gently on the bud.
he needs to get rid of his cigarette. he wants both hands to coax sound out of her. he's been keeping it pinched between his fingers of the hand on her ass but, at this point, it's in the way.
she might ream him if he gets ash on her sheets, too.]
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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. ]
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even her yank on his hair doesn't dim the smile too badly, though he winces and looks up at her through one green eye. he's amused. until she purrs. the sound travels lower in his body and makes his hips feel tense beneath the weight of her. it's much easier to get Robin to hold her breasts compared to the first time. when she awkwardly settled them on her cleavage until he gave in.
there's a much shorter hesitation compared to before. mostly for entwining fingers, not for putting his hands on her chest again. that isn't a problem, obviously, when he's tweaking her nipples playfully. his eyelids lower, half-mast over his eyes until he takes control again and weighs her in his palm. she's not too big or too small. she fit easily in his palm before.
she fits easily now as he takes her between his fingers and she's so soft and unmarred compared to the callouses he doesn't get rid of. the two opposing textures rubbing together are as full of friction as it would have been if they had been humans in Rome again.
they're not but this is the best they can do.
what does he want...? he drums fingers on the swell of her ass, as if he can read her thoughts about the butt stuff. why is she concerning herself with what he wants? this is about what she wants, isn't it? she called him here.
she kisses his forehead and touches his chest. he wishes Servant didn't have heartbeats. he prays that Nero can't feel how his thuds harder in his chest than normal from something as inane as a kiss to his forehead and asking him what he wants. it doesn't matter what he wants. he doesn't want.
he's here for hers. if it wasn't obvious.]
Don't turn this around and make it about me.
[he murmurs into her mouth, working more of her robe off her body with idle movements. every now and then he goes back to her breast, giving it a grope. then gripping her shoulder and her arm, squeezing her soft skin along the way.]
But if you have some wine in this fancy room of yours, I wouldn't say no to that.
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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. ]
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cats aren't so willing to fulfill requests. no matter how much she purrs, he won't be convinced she's anything but a pup that wants praise and attention. and is she always so obliging? she has to be. he has no reason to believe he's special in any way.
she must treat them all this way. every patron that's found their way to her quarters. he's a thief and, at one point, he was her enemy too. but she invites him to her room and lays him on his bed while offering him wine and kissing his face.
what's up with that, anyway?
if he gets up and leaves her to pour himself some wine, he can't imagine she would be happy about it. she's distracting him with a different taste already and one that might be as dangerous the more it's inflicted upon him. one that steadily makes his head swim, too. heats him from his chest and outward that he's ready to toss her robe aside completely just so they can finally be rid of it.
how it's managed to stay on her for this long when it looks ready to slip off at any moment is a mystery he'll never solve.
Robin never had much luck. not with women, especially. things had been awkward at the tree, so of course something has to happen now, too. his hand lays on her thigh when her screech scares him enough that he drops his cigarette. it gets lost in the pillows and sheets as Robin sputters on the pillow shoved in his face.]
What?!
[get that pillow out of his face. he grabs it and pulls it away from her. but there are a dozen other pillows for her to use so what good will it really do?]
Now you call me a beast?!
[and because it's a good idea, and he's pretty sure she's going to do it again, he uses the same pillow she used to hit him to give her a face full of velvet.]
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the metaphors get lost somewhere. the point still being - Nero wants her partners satisfied, pleased. willing to come back again when she wants their company another night. they'll meet on her terms, yes, and she has the boundaries enforced with the sword of Mars - but the goal is a willing participant. worship given freely is always more meaningful than when its taken by force.
but that doesn't mean she's willing to have her ass burned just because his weird forest hobo tastes are deviant. or that she's going to just accept him hitting her with her own pillows! traitors! she's on a bed of traitors! Nero grabs whatever she could and squishes it right in his stupid cigarette face. it goes nyaaaaaaa. ]
You burned me! On my butt! My beautiful, regal, royal butt! [ she's still on top of him too. and it gives the perfect advantage for him to see bouncy boobs and a scowling face in between being hit. with. a. fluffy. cat. ] And I thought you were a gentleman! Hmf!
[ SMACK.
and then she's rolled off him, making her trajectory across the room known with loud stomping feet. she had been wearing heeled slippers too so her annoyance echoes extra loud. first - a trip to the mirror, lifting up and then throwing off the robe completely. her poor ass. she should demand he kiss it and make it better - no wait. she's mad right now. think unsexy thoughts, Nero. but when she's determined that it's not, in fact, the fall of the empire of her beauty, she grabs the bottle of wine she had VERY CONSIDERATELY set out and then forgotten about. poured two glasses. and proceeded to carry them both back over to the bed.
limitless generosity? heavens no.
she dumps the second one on top of his head in revenge while sipping the first. hm yes. she feels much better now. ]
i feLL ASLEEP
Nero might have been an enemy to defeat at one point, but she's not any longer. if he had to put a title on her though, he wouldn't know what to say. allies with benefits? they don't seem it when they're throwing pillows in each other's face and their relationship is more about arguing than actually getting along as allies would.
the nyaaaaa is joined by another muffled shout from Robin. he pulls it away to, yes, get a faceful of tits and her scowling, flushed face. gentleman? she thought he--?
he's smacked again and he blinks wildly, stunned. because she thought he was a gentleman and for the hit. he's idly rubbing his face, eyes on her checking herself out in the mirror. his eyes avert and he deems this a poor end to her call. he's going to go back to the kitchen and--
get wine. dumped all over his head.]
GAH! Wh── it was an accident!
[the green, now red, archer leaps from his seat. his sweater had gotten the brunt of the liquid but there's some on his jeans, too. his hair drips in front of his eyes and droplets fall off his chin and the end of his nose. slowly, he turns to look at her sipping at her golden goblet and wipes at his face. with the wettest cat expression that ever existed.
his sweater is pretty much ruined so, hey, the upside to this is Nero has Robin stripping his top off.]
Tsk. You're as wasteful as any other royalty I've encountered.
[the downside? he flicks the fabric at her so droplets splash at her mercilessly.
he's no gentleman and she's no lady.]
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but your charm has been broken! and Nero will drink smugly out of her cup, hips cocked, feeling proud of herself and her nakedness. even though taking off the sweater ruffles his hair and shows off his abs before he tugs the shift back down, and she can see his collarbone from the deep deep V of his shirt and - no! Nero you're angry at him! ]
A likely story.
[ don't you throw wine at her! she'll try to dodge it like it'll melt her if it lands on her. ]
H-hey! Wasteful! I'm not wasteful!
[ and just for that she'll throw the second cup in his face too. ha! take that! she's not wasteful -
wait.
no, it still works. because now his other shirt is all soaked with chardonnay and he'll have to take that off too, and she'll have saved a lot of time in getting him naked and over this argument and back to touching his abs. genius. Nero you're genius. even when you're angry your intelligence shines through like the sun and stars. haha.
and she's not a lady, she's emperor. a very, very key difference. ]
That's what you get for calling me names!
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but he can't dodge hers so now his undershirt is dripping too. why the fuck is this his life?]
Would you cut it out?!
[his wardrobe is barren as it is! and that sweater is a hand me down!! it came with some Craft Essence that their Master had summoned. one with an old man and a white beard. a man that Robin knew once before.
the goblet clatters onto the ground as Robin curses down at his shirt, plucking at it with his fingers and making a face. he attempts wringing it out, getting white wine on her floor, but indeed decides to just strip it from his body.
then he wrings it out. much easier that way.]
Me?! You're the one calling me a beast! I told you, it was an accident! Accident! Jeez, now I'm gonna smell like Blackbeard.
[wrong. this fancy wine is too fancy for Blackbeard, but you get the idea.
he's going to smell like an alcoholic pirate. maybe Drake would be the better comparison, then.]
There's no way in hell I'm borrowing anything you might offer, either, so don't try it.
....i forgot chardonnay was whiTE FUCK
If it was an accident you should apologize instead of yelling!
[ though if she poured another cup to throw on his pants, would he take those off too.....? ]
Why were you smoking? My company ought to be enough to keep you occupied!
[ he wouldn't fit in her clothes anyway but - if she called for a tailor, and maybe a nice suit. keep him in earth tones because red really doesn't compliment him - maybe black or gray wool.....would he clean up well?
Nero. Nero focus. ]
A-and you are a beast! Getting in my head and being a distraction. A DISTRACTION! [ J'accuse! she points a finger at his scowly wet cat face. ] Nasty low-handed trickery - bewitching my mind and toying with my heart! Why did you make it so difficult TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU!
[ shout it till all the neighbors know too. ]
I'M LAUGHIGNdg
she's fussy. he was smoking before he got here, that's why. and she's right in that her company keeps him occupied plenty. not only does she demand attention and love, but if he makes one mistake he gets wine. THROWN AT HIM.
between her and Liz, he's wondering if Nero is the more problematic one now.
she answers that for him.]
... Hah?
[toying with her heart? what? he's all shirtless and his hair is tousled, not hanging in front of his eyes so much as sticking up every which way and she's saying he's been in her mind and does things to her heart?
this is. bad. really bad.]
C-calm down there. [his hands raise and he looks. panicked.] You're saying weird and scary things! What do you mean toying with your heart? No, actually, I don't want to know.
[he can already imagine.]
Listen, Your Majesty. [oh, yeah, he went there.] I'm sorry for hurting you, okay? Maybe you shouldn't have any more wine...
[he stoops down and picks up the goblet so she can't use it again.]
gomen wine-sensei i failed you
Were you summoned as a Caster and keeping that from me? Is that why? You cast a spell on me, didn't you??? [ angry. poking. with her eyes exactly downcast on his abs. ] Or in league with Boudica, revenge beyond the grave? You - smarmy Brits!
[ Nero. stop looking at him shirtless. stop looking at where he has freckles and where he doesn't!! look at his face and - oh no that's worse. because his eyes are wide and he's babbling and the way his hair is in his face makes him look so young and innocent, like a stableboy she'd pulled away who couldn't believe he'd been selected by the emperor's niece. ]
Now you dare you apologize! Use your clever Caster tongue! Causing me to feel cruel and awful for shouting at you! [ ????? ] And I'll have more wine if I please it!
[ she'll take that bottle of chardonnay and drink right from it. screw your cup! and - get more of it down her front than in her mouth because she turned the bottle up too quickly and all of this was supposed to be meaningless and just fun sex and also sexy and romantic enough that she won Robin's heart which is also NOT AT ALL what she wanted and - and - ]
Don't just stand there looking cute! Here! [ and she'll toss the silky robe in a loose ball to him, which doesn't even hit him so much as float cloudily down to his feet. ] You may use that to clean yourself up and I'm sorry if it was truly an accident! Hmpf!
i want to see you after class
they finally lock eyes and a fresh rush of panic slams into his gut. not only because she's looking at him differently but because his heart does a thing for all the babbling she's doing.
stock still in his place, Nero has her tantrum while Robin plays as her audience. from spilling wine all down her chest and getting it shiny and wet to calling him cute.
there goes his heart again. what's wrong with her? did he miss something in the weeks they didn't talk? they had a passing conversation here and there, but nothing that should cause her to ramble at him.
it is supposed to be meaningly. just sex. that's why he agreed before, that's why he's here now. he realizes his mistake now. Nero has always been so starved for love that when Robin gave her an idea of what his might be like. his mistake wasn't just in fucking another Servant, it's in fucking a Servant that was similar to him.
starved.]
Wh-what? Don't call me cute after just calling me smarmy and everything else! [he doesn't pick up the robe. too busy blushing at her and wondering if he can escape. before this gets worse. can it get worse?
it can always get worse.]
Coming here was a bad idea. I knew it. [he pushes his hair out of his face, restless and mumbling to himself.]
You can't have any heart problems because of me! Or mind problems! That's the last thing you should have. I thought we agreed on this not meaning anything.
[it was different when he was the one who was having mind problems. it was fine when it was just him. now knowing that Nero was going through something similar?
how messed up can this be?
after what seems like forever, he picks up the robe and presses it back into Nero's hands. a sign for her to get dressed. that this is as far as they're going to go now.]
You need this more than I do.
wine detention
because she hadn't lied, not once, really. it was utterly meaningless. at no point had she sent him strings of emoji with the intention of it turning this into a confession. not even when she'd prepared herself, wanted it to be nice and pleasant and for him to be the smitten one. so Nero would be cool and collected and saying This was a bad idea - we agreed on this not meaning anything.
not Robin. not driving him to put his foot down. ]
How could you have possibly known unless you are in my head and are messing around with it?!
[ his tone of voice made her chest tighten. but this time, not in a good way.
a bad idea? that's what he thought she was?
she had been making the mistake. putting any want behind this other than just the purely physical. noticing the throaty way he laughed when caught off guard. forgetting he was a scoundrel that fought with poisons, and just because he had been light with his hands didn't mean Robin Hood was chivalrous. Nero had supposed to be debasing herself with commoner dick - not be his bad idea, his regret.
bastard.
then she will make him regret it. regret what he could have had, if he had been willing to be kind and gentle and lay with her again. Nero takes the robe and still crosses her arms, not putting it on. marching so that her body blocks the door and standing her ground. it can get worse. because if he leaves then she's a laughingstock with blue balls. and that's as worse as it can get. ]
It does mean nothing! You mean nothing! You're nothing but a liar and a thief and - [ please don't go nearly comes out of her mouth. ] - and I'll prove it!
[ by lunging at him - digging nails into his shoulders when she yanks him down - and shoving her tongue as far down his throat as it could go. because she'll pull away and march off, no matter how much he will beg and be pathetic. 'Forgive me Emperor Nero - I knew not what I threw away!'
and then she'll tell him 'No' - because Robin was a 'bad idea'. ]
write a wine essay
when she can't spell Ibaraki and has cat pillows.
but she also blocks his escape, as if she can read his mind. already knowing she's keeping him in her room as prisoner, he sighs and scratches at his head. tousling it more. he doesn't wince with her insults, but his face goes a bit blank when she confirms what he already knows. that he's nothing and that he means nothing to anyone. some of the tightness in his chest relaxes with those words.
if only she didn't sound so desperate and like she was convincing him to stay. as if please don't go didn't need to be said because it was already interwoven into each syllable.
even if this is how she feels now, how long until she gets tired of him?
Robin doesn't respond but he doesn't push her away, either, letting her unleash her frusration, desperation, her passion onto him like she's a tidal wave for her to wear down on. or more appropriately? for a fire to burn away at his flesh.
all he does is grab her arms, his touch gentle as ever.]
"what i learned in whine school is...."
WHINE......SCHOOL.......
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makes robin do it
i was hungover robin all day today
time to get dragged off to Salem and be a tree
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don't hold yourself back
pet the kitty robin
he'll pet it with his dick
calls PETA
wasn't that A PUSSY JOKE
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