[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.]
a pretty girl asks you what you want to do, and you want her to pretend to be a cat. pretty sure that makes you that kinky, Robin Hood.
Nero's moving her hand and her tongue in opposite directions. one has traveled along the contours of his neck up to his ear, where she's back on her toes to whisper another, huskier meow into it. the hand, meanwhile, finds its way south. not so far south as to forget the game and try and pounce back into the action, but towards his ribs. fingertips still pawing, but now at more sensitive skin.
were you joking? were you?? because Robin didn't make that kind of sound before. galvanized, she continues to clean wine off of his face. a brave leg steps forward between his knees. upper bone of her hip coming into contact with the head of his body between his legs. ]
Pet me. Nyaaa~
[ and he does!! the fingers in her hair push her forward. turn the curves of her tongue into kisses on his jaw. he's so much taller than her that, when Nero slides back down onto the weight of her heels, she's against the warmth of his sticky chest. kissing around his nipples, like he had for her back against the tree. that time that she could keep returning to with pleasant, fluttering flutters in her chest.
she didn't want to talk about it either. the feeling, the confessions she'd shouted out in anger that had already evaporated completely. Nero wanted him, for whatever that was worth - and to keep touching him. turning the tickle at his ribs into a laugh that she leans her head into, so she could hear the way it started in his diaphragm and fought its way out of his lungs. to then kiss the same path - remember, he likes the tongue, likes cats that can fuck him! - and puts a few crisscrossed his abs. each one tasting different. some of wine, some of bark, some of wool and tobacco smoke. ]
Umu - but you requested that I be a cat! Thus I shall be a good kitty for you. Meow~~
[ And now, his hand losing itself among the loose hair that had begun a braid, and her eyes turning upwards to meet his half-lidded gaze - Nero starts again. eases lower, mid-abdomen. with a pink tongue rolling over the unevenness of his chest, the salt-sweet taste she's made of his skin, slowly - slowly - slowly up his chest, the full length of him that makes her strain on the tips of her big toes -
till she's dry in the mouth and tipping his head back with her forehead. putting a final sealing kiss right beneath his chin. a purr into his throat, where her teeth could bite into his Adam's apple but doesn't. letting him feel her mouth on that vulnerable part. a lion that could snap its jaws and crush you with the same mouth it carries a beloved kitten in. ]
[he said it!! as a joke!!! but, in the end, he's made out to be the joke. as usual.
stop meowing. stop pretending to be a cat, he's had enough. why hasn't she had enough?]
Hey...
[at the very least, don't meow while rubbing a hip between his legs. don't ask him to pet her while dragging a tongue along his skin. it's not rough like a cat's, but soft and wet. he shouldn't want to suck on that tongue, drawing it into his mouth and rubbing his against hers until she went all weak in the knees. he nearly turns his head as she licks up his cheek but resists, closing his eyes and tensing his jaw.
and gasping quietly when that same tongue turns onto his alcohol covered nipples. his fingers grip her hair, digging into the braids for leverage. he doesn't tug her back, merely holds on as he looks down and watches her kiss his skin. it's his turn for those flutterings to take flight in his ribcage. small birds struggling to break free and stretch their wings. they don't symbolize his heart -- they symbolize Robin's abandoned desires. the ones Nero blurts out to his face and he doesn't know what to do with.
she must something really interesting with tickling him. his laugh centers more in his chest this time rather than bursting out. quiet and vibrating in his throat like his hums because he won't release them like he won't release his birds.]
Yeah, I said you were a good cat. You don't have to── a-ah.
[he had wanted her to get weak in the knees but having those green eyes look up at him from his chest is.
a problem. more so when her purrs start again and he makes a fist at the small of her back. she wants to be wanted, doesn't she? by him, no less. he doesn't get it at all. why him? he wants to ask her but knows the answer wouldn't make him happy, anyway. what'll make her happy is making her feel wanted. petting her, praising her.
making her purrs not to be catlike but because she's sated and content.
finally, he gives a small tug to her blonde hair to tip her head back and away from his throat. so he can lean down, seal his mouth over hers and dip his tongue into her mouth to taste her. the fist at her back is exchanged for his forearm, using the strength there to plaster her front against his and grip one side of her waist. his thumb digs into her spine, his fingers tugging at the tight skin of her stomach.
there's a slightly harder tug on her hair to tilt her head back further but he pulls away, tongue nearly dripping both their saliva onto her lips. he swallows it away, tasting her.]
You're too good of a cat, Your Majesty. Spent too much time with the lions?
[ she doesn't think it's a joke. when is playing with a young girl's heart just a game? she hadn't thought he was that kind of man.
but Nero isn't really sure what kind of man he was. prior, their longest interaction had been a fight and a fake War. and she'd thought him deceitful, cowardly - but he agreed. saw no point in defending a reputation he himself despised. which intrigued her. and then when given the opportunity for some action, he'd rebuked her - why? Nero didn't understand him but she'd thought about him. why he put up a stony barrier when he's capable of needy moans.
why? he'd had hunger in the way his hands grabbed her. there is is again, tangled up in her hair, in his heartbeat. then why would he just not take her? even the most disciplined child takes the candy when they're told its for them. Nero wants to shake him as much as she wants to keep kissing him. why? what are you afraid of?
Nero's not afraid.....unless she's honest with herself. but she won't be. short term enjoyment over long term goals. it's why she's a better Servant than an Emperor. responsibility is worst than the privilege.
this is what she wants. this kiss. this electrifying feeling. like being filled with prana, like standing over a defeated foe. when her spine is bending around the push of his arm and her groin quivers at the touch of his thumb. there's warmth, sticky humidity between them. five of her fingers grip and pull at his hair, no leverage like her braids. gasping for breath around the assault of his tongue.
he could have done this weeks ago - if only Robin had answered her messages.
Nero answers him with her mouth, pulling him back in with the fingers on his scalp. have him duck, take back his saliva and warm breath. feel her nipples against the parts of him she'd rendered tender. as five other fingers go south, to meet her knee. because it has better dexterity to find the outline of his cock and rub against it. work the heat into a harder quantity, while his brain is too busy tracking her tongue to protest it.
what she wants is good for you too. why couldn't he just obey?
(maybe, thinks the honest part, because she'd never be a master.)
her unemployed knee hitches against his hip. she hisses against the strength of his rough hands.
(didn't want a servant.)
surely he should feel the heat of her own crotch, this close to his. like they're against the tree again, a hand in the way but pulling each other closer.
[it's not a game, but it's too dangerous to be serious. it sits there somewhere in the middle and it's a place where a lot of things exist for Robin.
that's why.
because people aren't candy and he's not a child. children are innocent and they haven't experienced the world for all its bright lights and dark shadows. they're selfish and have big dreams. Robin has no dreams and he's sure as hell isn't innocent.
Nero is much better at being a child and taking the candy when it's offered to her. she's selfish and maybe he needs someone selfish and childish enough to remind him he still has a heart even if he doesn't have his humanity. it beats and races like anyone else's.
he moans into her mouth and takes her other knee, picking her up and holding her against his body while he moves back to her bed. he drops her there and their kiss breaks but he's quick to follow and continue. his hands wander up and down her thigh, tugging the robe away from the both of them and tossing it to the side.
the only thing left between them are his jeans. but maybe he can use those.
the rough texture brushes her inner thighs before he pins his hips to hers and grinds down on her. their kiss breaks and he presses his forehead to hers, breathing deeply, looking down their chests to the hard button that rubs against her sensitive, softer button.
her clit. it's her clit.
and his pants are going to be a mess if she's as wet as she had been when his fingers were buried inside her.]
[ sometime they can talk of dark things. of what life is like behind those golden doors he demonized in life. is Nero childish, selfish, loose with her words and her thoughts? yes. because the stakes as a Spirit were trivial. Robin protected a village? Nero ruled a thousand. he fought for dozens of people? her mistakes cost thousands of lives.
did he know how her story ended?
these worlds of correcting timelines and magical artifice and programmed realities meant only your pleasure and enjoyment mattered. seize it, hold it. demand and snatch it. eat the candy. appreciate the pretty lights. embrace the golden splendor while its there, and chase it wherever it goes. nothing else matters, after all.
nothing else but these sensations of physical electricity. of being the gold the noble thief has stolen off with, carried away to do with what he pleases. Nero falls into his carry, pulling her center against his pelvis so drops of her can add to the stains she's made. better to burn these clothes of yours - don't bother with them next time, Robin. but STILL he won't discard them. keeps them on, even when she issues a whine out of her throat. ]
Still? You torment me.
[ spoken into his eyes. when its harder both to lie and to exaggerate. when the look in them makes her put another kiss onto his mouth - begging, pleading without words. asking him without sacrificing a shred of that precious precious ego. what more could he -
moans are exchanged with breath. surprise leaves her fingers clenched and marks into his skin. ]
That's -
[ yes that is her clit thank you for this anatomy lesson.
and it's very sensitive.
but still foreplay. this has still only been foreplay. her fingers prod into his spine, his ribs, leg hitching. attempting the flip over she had failed once at all ready. but the muscles spasm when he makes another round of it. her sex quivering and crying out, same now as the rest of her, for him. this stupid boy. this stupid boy she hadn't thought to protect her head from. Robin's too good at espionage, at breaking and entering. neither of them had realized he'd gotten in, until he was already there. ]
[still foreplay. it's strange, isn't it? he contradicts himself so much. he fought her like she was sentencing him to a terrible punishment by inviting him here. yet he takes his time with it like a masochist who derives pleasure from their own suffering. he's become so used to doing things he doesn't want to that he's been forced to make them things he does.
it's not too monumental of a task when his reward is the whines and moans for his hard work. or knowing that keeping his clothes on is actually torture for her. he can admit, to himself, that feeling her skin on his is a sensation that was lacking before. while he doesn't want to strip himself as badly as Nero seems to want him to, he's looking forward to the idea of her body against his without the barrier of clothes.
but he will take advantage of what he has, first. he would never use the tactic on any of the armies he fought but seduction is as strong as a method as sabotage or treachery. just not his style.
it may be worth it just to listen to the whimpers and mewls that pour from her like honey. a small adjustment and he rocks his hips steadily, mimicking a motion she knows. one that doesn't let her flip him over when he takes the hands that grope him needily and brings one up to kiss the center of her palm, down to the underside of her wrist. somehow, the skin is softer here and he rubs his lips along it.
he's good at multi-tasking, he said. Nero responded by saying she knows. being able to kiss her wrist, rut his hips, and tug her hand to the button and fly of his pants shouldn't come as a surprise to her then.]
If you want them off so bad, you won't care if you have to do it yourself, right?
[maneuvering her fingers hooks them into the waistband, keeping them there. he has a free hand now to touch her. all of her clothes are gone so there's plenty of skin for him to explore. basic instincts seem to be stronger than Robin's will, this time around. it's hard to say if any man would be able to resist the temptation of a naked woman's body. one like Nero's especially. he has no idea how it was possible with the clothes she wore, but there was a bit she left to the imagination. Robin gets to see it for himself as he leans back.
a tiny waist, a soft jut of hip bones that presses to his. like this, he can have the full picture of her pussy, too. if he wasn't rubbing a denim covered hard-on against her.
the pads of his fingers brush lines along her stomach to her hip. there, he grabs her thigh and pulls it against his chest.]
[ endless foreplay. she's impatient, but learning the wait is worth it. the endless talking before a decision is made, when they both know what the results will be. Nero's neither masochist nor sadist and yet - it's this thing forever just out of her reach that's got her going. whining. so thirsty she will drown them both.
but why continue? the noises she wrings out from him. the thumbs that push on her skin to test how real it as. Robin's hot mouth on her hand. he's taken her prisoner but - but Nero's complying, crying, as he tastes her wrist.
it is this drawing out, this gentlemanly bedding - not, unlike her insults, like a dog in rut, needing to fuck and move on. that tells her he doesn't want sex as loudly as his protests did - but wants to savor the opportunity. a take his time, appreciate what he's been allowed witness to. would almost suspect he's never had a woman spread naked before him, with how exploratory his hands are being.
but he knows how to jerk his hips, where to turn a tool. to make her jut her abdomen against him, bite her lip between curses. heave breaths. what to do to pin her thigh so there's no moving her just touch her. Nero wants to feel his hands, his cock - not just his clothes, his movements. gladly lets him take her hand, especially when she feels where it is going. and then leaves, so she has snake her fingers inward. find their way passed the pants, the underwear, the heat guiding her.
while he has means to touch, to brush, to caress. to lean away, and have Nero follow after, to keep her mouth on some place of his skin. returning contact as her fingers take the upward curve of his cock and still go south. feeling her way around the girth, the length, close enough that all subtle sounds Robin makes echoes loudly. here, even on her back, the power has returned to her. he's tipped it over to her, thinking he'd make her whine and plead. ]
Not forever.
[ it anchors her. Nero holds and strokes him, no friction, no rush. curves her tongue around his shoulder one final time before rolling it downward. ends with a kiss above his pectoral, another on the nipple. trying, though ceasing when he puppeteers her leg, to have her head go to him. so Nero gives a clever look, a smile, into his chest. ]
Shall I show you a trick with this?
[ tongue, again, savoring the cocktail of salt and sweat and wine across his collarbone. up his neck, and then back down. a constant flutter, in and out of her mouth, dabbing spots of saliva on his skin. consistent though he juts and turns. one of the birds escaping out of his chest, beating its wings on his flesh, until she begins to suck on a spot of skin. invigorated by the vibration of the pair of them.
and how his cock moves, now held like a saber, in her hand. ]
[it's not a wine that will slake the thirst. not for Robin, either. it's one that burns in his gut and thighs instead of drying his throat. it's why his hips buck and his knees dig into sheets with an over the top thread count that causes it to feel slick against his skin. so he has to use her body as leverage and pull her thigh against his torso to rock against her deeper.
the rough metal of his zipper grinds into him as much as it presses onto her. he's not out of breath. not yet. but he can't catch it as it gets away from him with each soft cry from beneath him. eventually, the louder ones, too.
the fingers brush higher and he's entranced with how her chest rises and falls. hers brush against his cock and he sucks in a sharp breath. there's no way he'll beg but while the thirst hadn't dried his throat, the groan is still hoarse into the line that cuts across her palm. she explores the same way he did and he lets her, his chest beginning to heave as much as hers.
for what he did to her against the tree, he guesses this is his comeuppance. this trick of hers as she merely squeezes his girth and drags her tongue across all the space she can reach. he repays her by taking the hand his face is still presses against and licks between her fingers, tongue slipping between two digits. her thigh is released, his thumb hooks into the side of the waistband to try and work his trousers down off his hips. they'll get caught somewhere around his thighs, definitely, but reason is slipping away as quickly as her robe had been on her body.
what was the trick? a ploy to have him get rid of his own pants after he told her to do it? it worked.]
Yeah? I have a trick, too.
[the world spins again until he can feel that ridiculous thread count and down feathers at his back. Nero's weight puts pressure on his hips that he couldn't make consistent on his own. it's such a small force but it's enough to drive him a little mad. a tug on her hand pulls her down flush against him and he bucks up into her, hips bouncing.]
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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.]
no subject
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!
no subject
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...
a pretty girl asks you what you want to do, and you want her to pretend to be a cat. pretty sure that makes you that kinky, Robin Hood.
Nero's moving her hand and her tongue in opposite directions. one has traveled along the contours of his neck up to his ear, where she's back on her toes to whisper another, huskier meow into it. the hand, meanwhile, finds its way south. not so far south as to forget the game and try and pounce back into the action, but towards his ribs. fingertips still pawing, but now at more sensitive skin.
were you joking? were you?? because Robin didn't make that kind of sound before. galvanized, she continues to clean wine off of his face. a brave leg steps forward between his knees. upper bone of her hip coming into contact with the head of his body between his legs. ]
Pet me. Nyaaa~
[ and he does!! the fingers in her hair push her forward. turn the curves of her tongue into kisses on his jaw. he's so much taller than her that, when Nero slides back down onto the weight of her heels, she's against the warmth of his sticky chest. kissing around his nipples, like he had for her back against the tree. that time that she could keep returning to with pleasant, fluttering flutters in her chest.
she didn't want to talk about it either. the feeling, the confessions she'd shouted out in anger that had already evaporated completely. Nero wanted him, for whatever that was worth - and to keep touching him. turning the tickle at his ribs into a laugh that she leans her head into, so she could hear the way it started in his diaphragm and fought its way out of his lungs. to then kiss the same path - remember, he likes the tongue, likes cats that can fuck him! - and puts a few crisscrossed his abs. each one tasting different. some of wine, some of bark, some of wool and tobacco smoke. ]
Umu - but you requested that I be a cat! Thus I shall be a good kitty for you. Meow~~
[ And now, his hand losing itself among the loose hair that had begun a braid, and her eyes turning upwards to meet his half-lidded gaze - Nero starts again. eases lower, mid-abdomen. with a pink tongue rolling over the unevenness of his chest, the salt-sweet taste she's made of his skin, slowly - slowly - slowly up his chest, the full length of him that makes her strain on the tips of her big toes -
till she's dry in the mouth and tipping his head back with her forehead. putting a final sealing kiss right beneath his chin. a purr into his throat, where her teeth could bite into his Adam's apple but doesn't. letting him feel her mouth on that vulnerable part. a lion that could snap its jaws and crush you with the same mouth it carries a beloved kitten in. ]
don't hold yourself back
stop meowing. stop pretending to be a cat, he's had enough. why hasn't she had enough?]
Hey...
[at the very least, don't meow while rubbing a hip between his legs. don't ask him to pet her while dragging a tongue along his skin. it's not rough like a cat's, but soft and wet. he shouldn't want to suck on that tongue, drawing it into his mouth and rubbing his against hers until she went all weak in the knees. he nearly turns his head as she licks up his cheek but resists, closing his eyes and tensing his jaw.
and gasping quietly when that same tongue turns onto his alcohol covered nipples. his fingers grip her hair, digging into the braids for leverage. he doesn't tug her back, merely holds on as he looks down and watches her kiss his skin. it's his turn for those flutterings to take flight in his ribcage. small birds struggling to break free and stretch their wings. they don't symbolize his heart -- they symbolize Robin's abandoned desires. the ones Nero blurts out to his face and he doesn't know what to do with.
she must something really interesting with tickling him. his laugh centers more in his chest this time rather than bursting out. quiet and vibrating in his throat like his hums because he won't release them like he won't release his birds.]
Yeah, I said you were a good cat. You don't have to── a-ah.
[he had wanted her to get weak in the knees but having those green eyes look up at him from his chest is.
a problem. more so when her purrs start again and he makes a fist at the small of her back. she wants to be wanted, doesn't she? by him, no less. he doesn't get it at all. why him? he wants to ask her but knows the answer wouldn't make him happy, anyway. what'll make her happy is making her feel wanted. petting her, praising her.
making her purrs not to be catlike but because she's sated and content.
finally, he gives a small tug to her blonde hair to tip her head back and away from his throat. so he can lean down, seal his mouth over hers and dip his tongue into her mouth to taste her. the fist at her back is exchanged for his forearm, using the strength there to plaster her front against his and grip one side of her waist. his thumb digs into her spine, his fingers tugging at the tight skin of her stomach.
there's a slightly harder tug on her hair to tilt her head back further but he pulls away, tongue nearly dripping both their saliva onto her lips. he swallows it away, tasting her.]
You're too good of a cat, Your Majesty. Spent too much time with the lions?
pet the kitty robin
but Nero isn't really sure what kind of man he was. prior, their longest interaction had been a fight and a fake War. and she'd thought him deceitful, cowardly - but he agreed. saw no point in defending a reputation he himself despised. which intrigued her. and then when given the opportunity for some action, he'd rebuked her - why? Nero didn't understand him but she'd thought about him. why he put up a stony barrier when he's capable of needy moans.
why? he'd had hunger in the way his hands grabbed her. there is is again, tangled up in her hair, in his heartbeat. then why would he just not take her? even the most disciplined child takes the candy when they're told its for them. Nero wants to shake him as much as she wants to keep kissing him. why? what are you afraid of?
Nero's not afraid.....unless she's honest with herself. but she won't be. short term enjoyment over long term goals. it's why she's a better Servant than an Emperor. responsibility is worst than the privilege.
this is what she wants. this kiss. this electrifying feeling. like being filled with prana, like standing over a defeated foe. when her spine is bending around the push of his arm and her groin quivers at the touch of his thumb. there's warmth, sticky humidity between them. five of her fingers grip and pull at his hair, no leverage like her braids. gasping for breath around the assault of his tongue.
he could have done this weeks ago - if only Robin had answered her messages.
Nero answers him with her mouth, pulling him back in with the fingers on his scalp. have him duck, take back his saliva and warm breath. feel her nipples against the parts of him she'd rendered tender. as five other fingers go south, to meet her knee. because it has better dexterity to find the outline of his cock and rub against it. work the heat into a harder quantity, while his brain is too busy tracking her tongue to protest it.
what she wants is good for you too. why couldn't he just obey?
(maybe, thinks the honest part, because she'd never be a master.)
her unemployed knee hitches against his hip. she hisses against the strength of his rough hands.
(didn't want a servant.)
surely he should feel the heat of her own crotch, this close to his. like they're against the tree again, a hand in the way but pulling each other closer.
(wanted to be chased, but also chase).]
he'll pet it with his dick
that's why.
because people aren't candy and he's not a child. children are innocent and they haven't experienced the world for all its bright lights and dark shadows. they're selfish and have big dreams. Robin has no dreams and he's sure as hell isn't innocent.
Nero is much better at being a child and taking the candy when it's offered to her. she's selfish and maybe he needs someone selfish and childish enough to remind him he still has a heart even if he doesn't have his humanity. it beats and races like anyone else's.
he moans into her mouth and takes her other knee, picking her up and holding her against his body while he moves back to her bed. he drops her there and their kiss breaks but he's quick to follow and continue. his hands wander up and down her thigh, tugging the robe away from the both of them and tossing it to the side.
the only thing left between them are his jeans. but maybe he can use those.
the rough texture brushes her inner thighs before he pins his hips to hers and grinds down on her. their kiss breaks and he presses his forehead to hers, breathing deeply, looking down their chests to the hard button that rubs against her sensitive, softer button.
her clit. it's her clit.
and his pants are going to be a mess if she's as wet as she had been when his fingers were buried inside her.]
calls PETA
did he know how her story ended?
these worlds of correcting timelines and magical artifice and programmed realities meant only your pleasure and enjoyment mattered. seize it, hold it. demand and snatch it. eat the candy. appreciate the pretty lights. embrace the golden splendor while its there, and chase it wherever it goes. nothing else matters, after all.
nothing else but these sensations of physical electricity. of being the gold the noble thief has stolen off with, carried away to do with what he pleases. Nero falls into his carry, pulling her center against his pelvis so drops of her can add to the stains she's made. better to burn these clothes of yours - don't bother with them next time, Robin. but STILL he won't discard them. keeps them on, even when she issues a whine out of her throat. ]
Still? You torment me.
[ spoken into his eyes. when its harder both to lie and to exaggerate. when the look in them makes her put another kiss onto his mouth - begging, pleading without words. asking him without sacrificing a shred of that precious precious ego. what more could he -
moans are exchanged with breath. surprise leaves her fingers clenched and marks into his skin. ]
That's -
[ yes that is her clit thank you for this anatomy lesson.
and it's very sensitive.
but still foreplay. this has still only been foreplay. her fingers prod into his spine, his ribs, leg hitching. attempting the flip over she had failed once at all ready. but the muscles spasm when he makes another round of it. her sex quivering and crying out, same now as the rest of her, for him. this stupid boy. this stupid boy she hadn't thought to protect her head from. Robin's too good at espionage, at breaking and entering. neither of them had realized he'd gotten in, until he was already there. ]
wasn't that A PUSSY JOKE
it's not too monumental of a task when his reward is the whines and moans for his hard work. or knowing that keeping his clothes on is actually torture for her. he can admit, to himself, that feeling her skin on his is a sensation that was lacking before. while he doesn't want to strip himself as badly as Nero seems to want him to, he's looking forward to the idea of her body against his without the barrier of clothes.
but he will take advantage of what he has, first. he would never use the tactic on any of the armies he fought but seduction is as strong as a method as sabotage or treachery. just not his style.
it may be worth it just to listen to the whimpers and mewls that pour from her like honey. a small adjustment and he rocks his hips steadily, mimicking a motion she knows. one that doesn't let her flip him over when he takes the hands that grope him needily and brings one up to kiss the center of her palm, down to the underside of her wrist. somehow, the skin is softer here and he rubs his lips along it.
he's good at multi-tasking, he said. Nero responded by saying she knows. being able to kiss her wrist, rut his hips, and tug her hand to the button and fly of his pants shouldn't come as a surprise to her then.]
If you want them off so bad, you won't care if you have to do it yourself, right?
[maneuvering her fingers hooks them into the waistband, keeping them there. he has a free hand now to touch her. all of her clothes are gone so there's plenty of skin for him to explore. basic instincts seem to be stronger than Robin's will, this time around. it's hard to say if any man would be able to resist the temptation of a naked woman's body. one like Nero's especially. he has no idea how it was possible with the clothes she wore, but there was a bit she left to the imagination. Robin gets to see it for himself as he leans back.
a tiny waist, a soft jut of hip bones that presses to his. like this, he can have the full picture of her pussy, too. if he wasn't rubbing a denim covered hard-on against her.
the pads of his fingers brush lines along her stomach to her hip. there, he grabs her thigh and pulls it against his chest.]
Or we can just keep going like this.
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but why continue? the noises she wrings out from him. the thumbs that push on her skin to test how real it as. Robin's hot mouth on her hand. he's taken her prisoner but - but Nero's complying, crying, as he tastes her wrist.
it is this drawing out, this gentlemanly bedding - not, unlike her insults, like a dog in rut, needing to fuck and move on. that tells her he doesn't want sex as loudly as his protests did - but wants to savor the opportunity. a take his time, appreciate what he's been allowed witness to. would almost suspect he's never had a woman spread naked before him, with how exploratory his hands are being.
but he knows how to jerk his hips, where to turn a tool. to make her jut her abdomen against him, bite her lip between curses. heave breaths. what to do to pin her thigh so there's no moving her just touch her. Nero wants to feel his hands, his cock - not just his clothes, his movements. gladly lets him take her hand, especially when she feels where it is going. and then leaves, so she has snake her fingers inward. find their way passed the pants, the underwear, the heat guiding her.
while he has means to touch, to brush, to caress. to lean away, and have Nero follow after, to keep her mouth on some place of his skin. returning contact as her fingers take the upward curve of his cock and still go south. feeling her way around the girth, the length, close enough that all subtle sounds Robin makes echoes loudly. here, even on her back, the power has returned to her. he's tipped it over to her, thinking he'd make her whine and plead. ]
Not forever.
[ it anchors her. Nero holds and strokes him, no friction, no rush. curves her tongue around his shoulder one final time before rolling it downward. ends with a kiss above his pectoral, another on the nipple. trying, though ceasing when he puppeteers her leg, to have her head go to him. so Nero gives a clever look, a smile, into his chest. ]
Shall I show you a trick with this?
[ tongue, again, savoring the cocktail of salt and sweat and wine across his collarbone. up his neck, and then back down. a constant flutter, in and out of her mouth, dabbing spots of saliva on his skin. consistent though he juts and turns. one of the birds escaping out of his chest, beating its wings on his flesh, until she begins to suck on a spot of skin. invigorated by the vibration of the pair of them.
and how his cock moves, now held like a saber, in her hand. ]
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the rough metal of his zipper grinds into him as much as it presses onto her. he's not out of breath. not yet. but he can't catch it as it gets away from him with each soft cry from beneath him. eventually, the louder ones, too.
the fingers brush higher and he's entranced with how her chest rises and falls. hers brush against his cock and he sucks in a sharp breath. there's no way he'll beg but while the thirst hadn't dried his throat, the groan is still hoarse into the line that cuts across her palm. she explores the same way he did and he lets her, his chest beginning to heave as much as hers.
for what he did to her against the tree, he guesses this is his comeuppance. this trick of hers as she merely squeezes his girth and drags her tongue across all the space she can reach. he repays her by taking the hand his face is still presses against and licks between her fingers, tongue slipping between two digits. her thigh is released, his thumb hooks into the side of the waistband to try and work his trousers down off his hips. they'll get caught somewhere around his thighs, definitely, but reason is slipping away as quickly as her robe had been on her body.
what was the trick? a ploy to have him get rid of his own pants after he told her to do it? it worked.]
Yeah? I have a trick, too.
[the world spins again until he can feel that ridiculous thread count and down feathers at his back. Nero's weight puts pressure on his hips that he couldn't make consistent on his own. it's such a small force but it's enough to drive him a little mad. a tug on her hand pulls her down flush against him and he bucks up into her, hips bouncing.]
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