(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.]
[ any moment now, she'll pull back. then maybe slap him and tell him to get lost! that'll show him just how meaningless he, it, is to her. any moment now -
but Nero's chest is sticky where the wine has started to evaporate. which means Robin's is too, but tenfold. another level of difficulty in stepping away, when now he smells like $1000 cabernet. floral notes among the already dizzying mixture of yew and tobacco. its on his lips but only a touch. and not what she's noticing as, violently, she pushes herself into him.
no. it's his arms, rising up to grab her. grip her but without an ounce of force in the thumbs he loops around her biceps. his heart against her breasts. steady, long. while hers is a hummingbird trying to break free of its ribbed cage. and while her arms wrap around his back and dry shoulders, clutching with glitter-white wine hands. now not only is she blocking the door but she has him in her clutches. so he can't leave; she can relax.
they came after Nero's time, but a writer said that power corrupts. and she disagrees. power is fleeting and hard-won. it doesn't corrupt so much as come at a high cost - you loose your soul. and for all the security you hire, you never possess true security. a sense that there aren't eyes at your back. that all you have can be taken away at a moment's notice, when your guard is dropped. and to be born into power, instead of claiming it for yourself? means always striving to be worthy of it. acting the part. playing the role.
Nero's a good actress. but it doesn't matter when Robin doesn't care for acting anyway. so she can't drop the guard, but she can try to be worthy of his attention regardless.
- why did it matter? because she decided that it did.
she drops down from her tiptoes, that she'd needed, even in these heels, to meet his lips. still tilts her head against his collarbone. hair sticking to his skin, which smells even more of grapes. doesn't lick it off to see if it tastes the same or different. doesn't let go of his back either, because he hasn't first. ]
If you would prefer to leave....I won't stop. You were not asked to come to be my prisoner here.
[ Nero will not be a tyrant. or have him call her such. ]
[how is this proving she only sees him as a liar and a thief? does she normally make out with thieves and liars? a better way to prove he means nothing is to force him to leave and never speak to him again. when someone asks if she knows Robin Hood, that Green Archer, she could say "he has nothing to do with me" and strip him of the dignity that their Master has been cultivating so carefully.
he doesn't need to have his ear on her chest to know her heart is drumming, racing. he doesn't need to have his nose buried in her hair to know her scent. it floods his nostrils all over again and he can pretend the thick trunk of the oak is behind her and they're not surrounded by everything Robin wanted to avoid.
for a little bit longer, he's able to keep himself from responding to the movement of her mouth and tongue on his. the longer she stays, clutching to him stubbornly, he caves. there's the smallest movement of parting his lips but she's falling away and he resists the urge to follow her downward. his chest is wet with wine from grapes but his lips are wet with the wine from her saliva. as elegant and as out of his league as that thousand dollar cabernet.
that's an out she gives him. one he should definitely take. but he finds himself unmoving, looking over her head and wonders how much longer the two of them will allow hearts to be playthings.
Robin doesn't obey kings. though he called her a tyrant before, and sometimes she seems it, he wouldn't be here if it was only by her order.]
It'd probably be best if I did leave.
[still unmoving. even his hands on her arms haven't so much as shifted or twitched. they continue barely gripping her.]
[ liars? yes. who doesn't lie? its a foundation of being a Servant, masking your true name. but thieves? well, those too. but he's an exception; his crimes aren't machiavellian and his targets aren't state coffers.
Nero struggles against baser impulses. to slather him in kisses and clean the wine off till there was no proof it had ever been there. use all power at her disposal to get him on the bed. to have him stay. to find the words that would turn her into a Caster and bewitch him, because evidently, she herself was not enough. but no. she refuses. if he intends to walk away, then she intends to allow him.
it wouldn't mean the end of this. she'd create a new route. new emoji. unfurl the banner. make herself the apple of his eye so his shot would only ever fly to her. ]
Best for whom?
[ does he fear repercussions? they are under no laws. there is only one Master for the both of them, who does not pay heed to their Servants' dalliances. and if Nero did not pay a mind to gossip and whispers, then why would he? his reputation is aloofness, of rebuking norms. what is the alternative he fears? her to hurt him? Nero would never. any wounds heal. and his heart is barbed and steely to begin with. wouldn't it need to be? to live the life that he had?
Robin has not moved. and Nero's hold has only tightened. ]
Why should you feel the need to run? [ Please don't go. ] If you feel it best to go, then - before - is there nothing I can do or say to change your mind? [ Nero will not beg. she is nearly doing so. because she is selfish, and underhanded, and every bit the spoiled child Robin thinks she is.
therefore she puts another kiss onto his collarbone. warm, sweet. flushed from blood that does not know where it wants to go in his body, head or heart. ]
[she probably expects him to say it's the best for him. people are selfish as much as they are liars. and some, when there's the smallest sign of commitment, they flee. but Robin isn't thinking of himself -- he hardly ever does. he's thinking of her and what's best for her. he can't be the reason she loses her head and her heart goes haywire.
the repercussions he fears are the ones she'll go through. he's no good. he's muddy water compared to her fine wine. he's the slums and she's a castle. a small one, but one all the same. Robin Hood breaks others' laws without regard, there are some of his own.
what he fears isn't so immediate. it's much farther down the line.
explaining himself will take courage that Robin doesn't possess. it's better to make an incredulous sound that Nero manages to beg without begging. she's no peasant in the slums, there's no need to beg. she could have anything she wants, yet she stands there willing to do what she can to make him stay.
and who else has done that? nobody in his human life. nobody in his Servant life. what does she need-- no, why does she need someone like him?
more conflicted than ever, he finally moves. his hands grasp her face as he did earlier but it's so he can tilt it up and lock two very different shades of green together. it's not long before Robin loses nerve and looks somewhere off to the side.]
Alright. There's one thing. [if she expects him to ask her to do something profound--] Pretend you're a cat.
[ and to think, he's concerned for her? his stubborn line in the sand is because he's worried for her? Nero would laugh. laugh and maybe cry and kiss him. she's made of stern stuff - the Caesaers didn't breed weaklings! no know-nothing nobody would have ever broken her heart, even if he might have stolen it - no she didn't just think that.
and she doesn't think this, either. that it's ironic. if he was truthful and confessed, and she told him why not to worry, it would do the very thing they both did not want. Robin would know she thought him nothing - Nero would be alone.
but they don't. neither says much of anything at all. instead he produces some noise and Nero jolts, nervous that she'd injured him somehow. his hands come up to her face, thumbs on her cheeks and fingers brushed by golden hair. this is it. her heart will leap from her chest for him to catch - he'll confess he's afraid he's fallen in love with her and then they'll go, make love instead of having sex - and - and - ]
U-umu? A c-cat?
[ well better than pretending to be Artoria Pendragon just to get Merlin's dick. ]
I-if a bit of acting is all you request - then - [ fuck it she should just lean up and kiss him, it's all she wants to do. but no. she had asked Robin what he wanted to do, and he has confessed it. ] - meow.
[ Nero pushes her chest into his, with the ugly sound of sticky skin peeling itself off of an equally sticky surface. in the back of her throat she makes a......sound? growling? is this what you wanted, Robin?? what does he want her to do, kill a bird and shit in a box???
okay. Nero you're a genius. you can pretend you're a cat and still be sexy.
so it's a monumental task. but slowly, one hand comes off from where it's been gripping his back like driftwood in a storm. and she - maneuvers it between their faces, where she's been looking him dead in the depths of his emerald eyes, and licks the back of her hand. one long, wide stroke. repeated at least twice, interspersed with another "meow~". but then smears her saliva-covered hand onto his face, trying to sweep away the patch of hair that'd plastered itself at an odd angle as it dried.
(oh gods is this his way of asking her if she's into furries? too??) ]
[the first meow is pretty weak but he grins anyway because she does it. there. if his request for her to act like a cat is so they don't have to talk about those other things. the things that are better when they're out of sight and out of mind. things they can put behind them in favor of something silly and pointless like Nero acting like a cat.
don't kill birds, he has his own blue bird. and don't shit in a box, he's not that kinky.
but he is just kinky enough that when Nero takes her weak meow and starts licking her own hand. hm. this is... more sexy than he thought this would be. funny and kind of cute were the two things he pictured out of this. with all her dorky cat pillows, he thought she would just meow at him awkwardly until he had enough and let her off the hook.
he's made a mistake in asking her to pretend to be a cat. would a dog be better? still, this is leaps and bounds better than having her confess something she doesn't need to confess. it's better than the possibility of Robin saying something he doesn't need to say, either. but is it better than taking the escape when he had the chance?
as she smears his face, he's not entirely sure.
but he does know he's had enough. he takes the hand on his face and pulls her in. wine-chests sticking together again uncomfortably as he pulls her to him. he attempts to keep his breathing steady. now he knows he's into girls pretending to be cats and he hates himself. what the hell are these likes??]
Okay. Yes. Good job. You're an excellent cat. I can't believe you actually purred as you licked yourself...
[is his voice actually deeper and huskier than it was a minute ago? yeah. it is.]
turns out, yes. and it makes her heart skip a beat, even though its hard to tell when its going to fast. its just enough that Nero can feel his start to hammer against her breast. do cats turn him on? is that why he picked up her pillow?? (is she going to have to kill Tamamo Cat for being the competition???)
no. need to plan that out later.
Robin grabs her hand and Nero manages to convert the little gasp into a last minute - ] -eow~
[ because she's excellent? whatever his kinks are, hers has always been flattery. she nudges her face against his neck, trying to continue with the purring-growling noise. slipping a free hand up against his other shoulder and - hm, kneading. the points of her nails rest on his skin and slip, with no strength enough to leave clawed marks behind, down over his pectoral. and, hm, how does a cat knead exactly? you can tell she's never kneaded bread before either, because her fingers vaguely mash into his skin, concentric circles as her nails dip in deeper.
but a better idea, one she knows how to do. her tongue comes out against his husky throat - hers is much smoother, silkier, than a real feline. but its eager for the taste of expensive wine and low-class thief, both warm and exciting to her. ]
[he didn't pick up her cat pillow because he was turned on by it. he's not THAT kinky!! he picked it up because it was his first, brief glimpse into the cute Nero and not the one who sticks her chin up high and thinks the world of herself.
it's a Nero he didn't think would put so much effort into something he asked for. the thief and the liar. or how she continues after he says it's enough. how she rubs her face into his skin like she's still feline and spreading the scent of her vanilla, roses, and wine into his skin. so if someone were to stumble across Robin when he left this room, they'd question where the woods and smoke had gone.
her purring travels up in spine in a shock that reaches the back of his head and to where her nails bite gently into his chest. it's more of a massage than a true need and a small hum catches in his throat. it's not quiet enough to be missed, either. not with her so damn close.
the vibrations should be felt against her tongue, too. it drags up towards his jaw and he swallows the saliva building in his mouth. the expensive wine couldn't get him to salivate like this but Nero's pretending could? the fuck is wrong with him.
he's not a furry???]
I-it was just a joke. I was joking around with you. [but she.
made it sexy. or he's just weird and thinks Nero licking herself and him. purring and meowing is attractive. arousing.]
You can stop meowing. [his hand comes up and, whether it's conscious or not, begins stroking the back of her head where it is against his neck.]
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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...."
but Nero's chest is sticky where the wine has started to evaporate. which means Robin's is too, but tenfold. another level of difficulty in stepping away, when now he smells like $1000 cabernet. floral notes among the already dizzying mixture of yew and tobacco. its on his lips but only a touch. and not what she's noticing as, violently, she pushes herself into him.
no. it's his arms, rising up to grab her. grip her but without an ounce of force in the thumbs he loops around her biceps. his heart against her breasts. steady, long. while hers is a hummingbird trying to break free of its ribbed cage. and while her arms wrap around his back and dry shoulders, clutching with glitter-white wine hands. now not only is she blocking the door but she has him in her clutches. so he can't leave; she can relax.
they came after Nero's time, but a writer said that power corrupts. and she disagrees. power is fleeting and hard-won. it doesn't corrupt so much as come at a high cost - you loose your soul. and for all the security you hire, you never possess true security. a sense that there aren't eyes at your back. that all you have can be taken away at a moment's notice, when your guard is dropped. and to be born into power, instead of claiming it for yourself? means always striving to be worthy of it. acting the part. playing the role.
Nero's a good actress. but it doesn't matter when Robin doesn't care for acting anyway. so she can't drop the guard, but she can try to be worthy of his attention regardless.
- why did it matter? because she decided that it did.
she drops down from her tiptoes, that she'd needed, even in these heels, to meet his lips. still tilts her head against his collarbone. hair sticking to his skin, which smells even more of grapes. doesn't lick it off to see if it tastes the same or different. doesn't let go of his back either, because he hasn't first. ]
If you would prefer to leave....I won't stop. You were not asked to come to be my prisoner here.
[ Nero will not be a tyrant. or have him call her such. ]
WHINE......SCHOOL.......
he doesn't need to have his ear on her chest to know her heart is drumming, racing. he doesn't need to have his nose buried in her hair to know her scent. it floods his nostrils all over again and he can pretend the thick trunk of the oak is behind her and they're not surrounded by everything Robin wanted to avoid.
for a little bit longer, he's able to keep himself from responding to the movement of her mouth and tongue on his. the longer she stays, clutching to him stubbornly, he caves. there's the smallest movement of parting his lips but she's falling away and he resists the urge to follow her downward. his chest is wet with wine from grapes but his lips are wet with the wine from her saliva. as elegant and as out of his league as that thousand dollar cabernet.
that's an out she gives him. one he should definitely take. but he finds himself unmoving, looking over her head and wonders how much longer the two of them will allow hearts to be playthings.
Robin doesn't obey kings. though he called her a tyrant before, and sometimes she seems it, he wouldn't be here if it was only by her order.]
It'd probably be best if I did leave.
[still unmoving. even his hands on her arms haven't so much as shifted or twitched. they continue barely gripping her.]
LET'S......PRETEND.........INTENTIONAL PUN
Nero struggles against baser impulses. to slather him in kisses and clean the wine off till there was no proof it had ever been there. use all power at her disposal to get him on the bed. to have him stay. to find the words that would turn her into a Caster and bewitch him, because evidently, she herself was not enough. but no. she refuses. if he intends to walk away, then she intends to allow him.
it wouldn't mean the end of this. she'd create a new route. new emoji. unfurl the banner. make herself the apple of his eye so his shot would only ever fly to her. ]
Best for whom?
[ does he fear repercussions? they are under no laws. there is only one Master for the both of them, who does not pay heed to their Servants' dalliances. and if Nero did not pay a mind to gossip and whispers, then why would he? his reputation is aloofness, of rebuking norms. what is the alternative he fears? her to hurt him? Nero would never. any wounds heal. and his heart is barbed and steely to begin with. wouldn't it need to be? to live the life that he had?
Robin has not moved. and Nero's hold has only tightened. ]
Why should you feel the need to run? [ Please don't go. ] If you feel it best to go, then - before - is there nothing I can do or say to change your mind? [ Nero will not beg. she is nearly doing so. because she is selfish, and underhanded, and every bit the spoiled child Robin thinks she is.
therefore she puts another kiss onto his collarbone. warm, sweet. flushed from blood that does not know where it wants to go in his body, head or heart. ]
1 MILLION WORD REQUIREMENT ON YOUR ESSAY
the repercussions he fears are the ones she'll go through. he's no good. he's muddy water compared to her fine wine. he's the slums and she's a castle. a small one, but one all the same. Robin Hood breaks others' laws without regard, there are some of his own.
what he fears isn't so immediate. it's much farther down the line.
explaining himself will take courage that Robin doesn't possess. it's better to make an incredulous sound that Nero manages to beg without begging. she's no peasant in the slums, there's no need to beg. she could have anything she wants, yet she stands there willing to do what she can to make him stay.
and who else has done that? nobody in his human life. nobody in his Servant life. what does she need-- no, why does she need someone like him?
more conflicted than ever, he finally moves. his hands grasp her face as he did earlier but it's so he can tilt it up and lock two very different shades of green together. it's not long before Robin loses nerve and looks somewhere off to the side.]
Alright. There's one thing. [if she expects him to ask her to do something profound--] Pretend you're a cat.
[she is DEAD. WRONG.]
makes robin do it
and she doesn't think this, either. that it's ironic. if he was truthful and confessed, and she told him why not to worry, it would do the very thing they both did not want. Robin would know she thought him nothing - Nero would be alone.
but they don't. neither says much of anything at all. instead he produces some noise and Nero jolts, nervous that she'd injured him somehow. his hands come up to her face, thumbs on her cheeks and fingers brushed by golden hair. this is it. her heart will leap from her chest for him to catch - he'll confess he's afraid he's fallen in love with her and then they'll go, make love instead of having sex - and - and - ]
U-umu? A c-cat?
[ well better than pretending to be Artoria Pendragon just to get Merlin's dick. ]
I-if a bit of acting is all you request - then - [ fuck it she should just lean up and kiss him, it's all she wants to do. but no. she had asked Robin what he wanted to do, and he has confessed it. ] - meow.
[ Nero pushes her chest into his, with the ugly sound of sticky skin peeling itself off of an equally sticky surface. in the back of her throat she makes a......sound? growling? is this what you wanted, Robin?? what does he want her to do, kill a bird and shit in a box???
okay. Nero you're a genius. you can pretend you're a cat and still be sexy.
so it's a monumental task. but slowly, one hand comes off from where it's been gripping his back like driftwood in a storm. and she - maneuvers it between their faces, where she's been looking him dead in the depths of his emerald eyes, and licks the back of her hand. one long, wide stroke. repeated at least twice, interspersed with another "meow~". but then smears her saliva-covered hand onto his face, trying to sweep away the patch of hair that'd plastered itself at an odd angle as it dried.
(oh gods is this his way of asking her if she's into furries? too??) ]
i was hungover robin all day today
don't kill birds, he has his own blue bird. and don't shit in a box, he's not that kinky.
but he is just kinky enough that when Nero takes her weak meow and starts licking her own hand. hm. this is... more sexy than he thought this would be. funny and kind of cute were the two things he pictured out of this. with all her dorky cat pillows, he thought she would just meow at him awkwardly until he had enough and let her off the hook.
he's made a mistake in asking her to pretend to be a cat. would a dog be better? still, this is leaps and bounds better than having her confess something she doesn't need to confess. it's better than the possibility of Robin saying something he doesn't need to say, either. but is it better than taking the escape when he had the chance?
as she smears his face, he's not entirely sure.
but he does know he's had enough. he takes the hand on his face and pulls her in. wine-chests sticking together again uncomfortably as he pulls her to him. he attempts to keep his breathing steady. now he knows he's into girls pretending to be cats and he hates himself. what the hell are these likes??]
Okay. Yes. Good job. You're an excellent cat. I can't believe you actually purred as you licked yourself...
[is his voice actually deeper and huskier than it was a minute ago? yeah. it is.]
Are you gonna start kneading something, next?
time to get dragged off to Salem and be a tree
turns out, yes. and it makes her heart skip a beat, even though its hard to tell when its going to fast. its just enough that Nero can feel his start to hammer against her breast. do cats turn him on? is that why he picked up her pillow?? (is she going to have to kill Tamamo Cat for being the competition???)
no. need to plan that out later.
Robin grabs her hand and Nero manages to convert the little gasp into a last minute - ] -eow~
[ because she's excellent? whatever his kinks are, hers has always been flattery. she nudges her face against his neck, trying to continue with the purring-growling noise. slipping a free hand up against his other shoulder and - hm, kneading. the points of her nails rest on his skin and slip, with no strength enough to leave clawed marks behind, down over his pectoral. and, hm, how does a cat knead exactly? you can tell she's never kneaded bread before either, because her fingers vaguely mash into his skin, concentric circles as her nails dip in deeper.
but a better idea, one she knows how to do. her tongue comes out against his husky throat - hers is much smoother, silkier, than a real feline. but its eager for the taste of expensive wine and low-class thief, both warm and exciting to her. ]
Is this what you like? Nyaaan~?
also gambling and doing shit i shouldn't be doing
it's a Nero he didn't think would put so much effort into something he asked for. the thief and the liar. or how she continues after he says it's enough. how she rubs her face into his skin like she's still feline and spreading the scent of her vanilla, roses, and wine into his skin. so if someone were to stumble across Robin when he left this room, they'd question where the woods and smoke had gone.
her purring travels up in spine in a shock that reaches the back of his head and to where her nails bite gently into his chest. it's more of a massage than a true need and a small hum catches in his throat. it's not quiet enough to be missed, either. not with her so damn close.
the vibrations should be felt against her tongue, too. it drags up towards his jaw and he swallows the saliva building in his mouth. the expensive wine couldn't get him to salivate like this but Nero's pretending could? the fuck is wrong with him.
he's not a furry???]
I-it was just a joke. I was joking around with you. [but she.
made it sexy. or he's just weird and thinks Nero licking herself and him. purring and meowing is attractive. arousing.]
You can stop meowing. [his hand comes up and, whether it's conscious or not, begins stroking the back of her head where it is against his neck.]
don't make a pussy pun, don't make a pussy pun...
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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