after making sure Ibaraki didn't choke on her food like some overlyfussy, overprotective big brother he keeps his word. he considers making her wait five more hours -- just because he hadn't been specific if he meant minutes or more. (and Nero didn't ask, either.)
but figures she might explode into a shower of rose petals if he took it that far.
somewhere around five minutes later, there's a knock on her door.
or what he thinks is her door.
he's arrived in far more casual clothing than what he normally wears. a loose green sweater covers his shoulders and torso. well-fit jeans and brown boots for his legs. the look is really complete with the frat boy rings on his fingers and a half-burnt down cigarette perched on his lips.
he sends a quick message as he leans against the door.]
[ meanwhile Nero had prepared. but before anybody starts thinking it's just for his sake, this is how she prepares for an evening alone with a book. candles? vanilla scented. rose petals? scattered on the floor. gold glitter? on every goddamn thing. and her clothing? well, if a thin and gauzy robe barely draped around her shoulders counts as clothing, then yes, she's dressed.
and she's stretched herself out along a bed that might actually not exist under all the pillows. because by the gods, she did not exaggerate. many of them as garish and scarlet and trimmed in golden chords as her usual attire. many others adorably squishy and cat-shaped. she has one of those underneath her propped elbow, so it's smiley cat face is all scrunched up.
but Nero doesn't move when she hears the knock. or the phone buzzing. instead, she flips a bit of bangs off her face and shouts. ]
[he's not mad that she won't get off her squishy emperor ass and answer the door. oh no. the door opens and Robin pauses at the frame, looking around. somehow, she's managed to be more florid than the kings and lords' castles he remembers back during his day.
he thought the scent of vanilla had been subtle on her skin before but it's overpowering here. of course there's rose petals everywhere he steps too. he doesn't take care to avoid them. and what's with the glitter?
eventually, he finds Nero on what can only be described as a nest. a nest of pillows. actually, that looks really fucking comfortable. he tries not to look too much at her barely concealed body. is this what she does when she's not texting and throwing rocks at thieves in trees?
must be nice.
he takes his time as he closes the distance between them. instead of touching her or climbing on pillows or beginning this obvious booty call, he takes one of the cat pillows and squishes it in his hands.]
So the emperor of Rome likes cute stuff like this, huh? I was expecting lions to be joining you on that bed. [he pauses.] There is a bed under all that, right?
[he wouldn't put it past her to just sleep on a shit ton of pillows.]
but not to show up dressed like Chad from Delta Phi
[ Nero didn't reign during the dark ages. hers was a time of excess, excess, excess. and even though it's why legacies ended tangled up in tyranny and revelations, it's a habit she won't break. tied too much into good memories, too. ]
It took you far too long to answer my summons. Expect to see some improvement in the future.
[ but even she doesn't seem that invested in the finger she wags at him. much more interested in watching him take in the glorious sights of her room. it can be overwhelming - she'll give him a bit of time to adjust his gaze. when Siegfried saw it he hadn't even had his heels down before he'd turned and walked right out. Germans. never had any sense of taste. ]
Alas - the Praetor informed me that lions would be confiscated if I attempted to bring them on the premises. [ meaning: plans are in the works.
though he didn't look like much, he clearly had good taste. that cat pillow is one of the ones that goes nyaaaaan when you squeeze its middle. Nero nods in appreciation. it's a good nyan. ]
Much better than a filthy storage shed, don't you think? Must say, you clean up rather nicely. A handsome face hiding under that hood. Now, since this has been prolonged enough as is -
[ pap pap. there's approximately one square foot of satin sheets left available for him to take a seat on. even it has gold glitter on it. true golden leaf - or merely a lucky purchase with leftover mana prisms? use your thief's eye to tell the difference, Faceless King. ]
I'd almost begun to think you were ashamed of being in my presence.
[ and she hasn't forgotten Elizabeth's nasty little gossip. that's going to be a question for when he's not ear the doors or windows, and can't bolt away. ]
[improvements, huh? yeah, she can bet on that not happening. the day Robin comes to Nero's side like he's her little loyal dog lapdog is in an alternate timeline. they've gone so far as to be on the moon, maybe it'll happen when he's summoned on the sun.
maybe then she can have her lions, too. he can't believe she's actually tried -- on the other hand, he's not all that surprised, either.
he's more startled about a meowing pillow, actually. it wheezes it's meow at him. like it's been squeezed one too many times and needs a change in the contraption that causes it. what is she doing with something like this... ? why does she want a loyal dog when she prefers cats!?
he basically already acts like one -- he does what he wants, he's independent. and he only shows affection when he feels like it. Nero is the lapdog she wants so badly.]
Filthy storage sheds have their uses. [Nero's room is used purely for her wants. he scratches the back of his head at the second round of praise that comes from her and towards him. while he knows he's handsome, he wouldn't call this cleaning up. it's just this old shirt and jeans.
she's the one that's draped herself in her fine silks and was sending him the selfies.
with a long sigh, he dusts off as much as the glitter, golden leaf, leftover mana prisms whatever the hell it is and sits down while still holding her meow pillow in his lap.
... this is the softest bed ever. this is so damn Extra. fuck it. while he's here, he's going to flop back into the sea of fluff and practically disappear into it. who needs Faceless King when he just needs to dive into pillows?]
Knowing you have a pillow like this? [his hands pop out and reveal the meow pillow. he squeezes it again and it releases a long, weak nyaaaaaaaaa] Why would I ever be ashamed?
[ stranger things have happened. he'd said it would never happen again, and yet, Nero's bed isn't empty tonight. today. the curtains had to be drawn to keep the sun from ruining the ambiance.
cats are noble creatures. Rome and Egypt had enough cultural exchange that the idea permeated into her empire. so in the meantime, until lions can be snuck into Chaldea, she'll have to content herself with some fluffy mewing cushions.
....hm. Robin Hood is good at sneaking..... ]
Not for what I have in mind.
[ also, the smells of weed killer and fertilizer are quick ways to kill the mood. if she'll have sex in any storage facility, it'll be where the office supplies are kept. have some class!!
those were old selfies. she has a backlog to bait him with. and none of them quite managed to capture her at this moment, since they didn't convey the perfume, the way her robe shimmers when she moves in it.
Nero turns herself around once he's fallen in. but before he gets too comfortable, she drapes across his middle, elbows on his chest. got him pinned now - no escape. not unless he wants to be a boor and wrestle her off. there's glitter on her fingers and it gets on the throw pillow she lifts up in order to keep him from suffocating.
the glitter gets on his face now too. and his hair. and clothes. he'll be finding glitter for days. about to fall asleep, she thinks, like he's never been on a comfortable bed in his life. Nero tucks the throw pillow under her chin so it's not pressing on his chest. ]
You took the longest time to respond to my many summons.
[ nyaaaaaaaaaa ]
Had you not, I might have resorted to more drastic measures.
[ hm. sparkly gold dust on his face. Nero tries to smudge it off but succeeds in spreading more along his nose and cheekbones. his freckles are outnumbered now. and, while her fingers are right there, she'll try to get his bangs to go back. there. much better when she can see both of his green eyes. ]
But praise is due. You are slippery - impossible to find even when one knows where to look.
[no. he supposes a storage shed isn't incredibly great for what she has in mind. she's made it very, very clear what the hell that is, too. with eggplants and sparkles and whatever other emoji she thought was appropriate for the texts she wanted to irritate him with.
it's not great for emperors for who, apparently, have a really big penchant for glitter as much as they do for silk, roses, and the color red.
like he can talk. wear more green, Robin. you green bean.
he doesn't shove her off of him. there's only the sound of a grunt as she lays on his chest. he just keeps staring at the ceiling, wondering how he's going to explain the glitter all over his body to the rest of Chaldea. it'll be as obvious as Nero's "subtle" hints.
subtle, she said. good jokes. Nero is about as subtle as a giant log barreling towards you. a glittery, vanilla-smelling log.
all he does is close his eyes while she makes a cushion out of him and infects his skin and clothes with her sparkles and perfumes. this is one of the many reasons he was avoiding her room. one of the more frivolous reasons, but a reason all the same.
glitter is going to be in the crack of his ass for days.
one of his arms flops out to the side, cat pillow in hand. the other he's not so sure about because he doesn't want it to be pinned at his side. it takes some hesitation, but he finally settles it on the small of her back as she pushes his hair out of his face. finally, his eyes open again so he can look down at her with exasperation.]
I know you were right outside the kitchen door at the end there. [the meow pillow gets pushed in her face as he grins.]
But nice try. [while she sputters on fluff, his grin fades away. how much more drastic can you get after she had sent him selfies of her barely clothed?
you know what. he doesn't want to know.]
You'd give our Master a run for their money when it comes to how stubborn you are, you know? Between the two of you, I feel like you could actually move mountains if you really wanted. [or save humanity. that whole deal.
or get Robin Hood into silk pillows and a fancy bed until he looked like Ke$ha.]
I just don't know why the two of you would spend that stubbornness on me.[in their own ways.
the pillow on her face suddenly moves away. the cigarette is off his lips so he can grab Nero's jaw and roll the both of them over so he's on top and their legs tangle. and so he can kiss her on her mouth, as gentle as it had been when he was teaching her the lure of soft and slow.]
[ and for his suggestions, she's hearing no complaints about the bed. or the pillows. or her across his chest and its scratchy sweater, which is warmer and less bony than it looks.
maybe next time, if he''ll be dodgy and sulky again, she'll show him what unsubtle could be. it could be a public pronouncement and a banner and a town crier shouting 'the emperor Nero demands your presence in her bedchambers for a session of lovemaking!' that's not subtle.
next time, yes - because the difference between dogs and cats is that you feel as though you've earned a cat's affection. a dog is always cheerful and excited to see you. but when a cat comes and purrs and curls beside you, takes you by surprise. such as, when she's started to use a fingertip to trace where cheekbone connects to jaw, there's a cushion pushed into her face with a weak nyaaaaaaa- ]
Then why did you have me wait?!
[ you get a hand trying to tickle your ribs for that. damn your sweater-y defenses!
as for why? well aside from the response of 'he's got a good dick and knows how to use it' and 'eventually he's dtf'. she'd wondered that herself when knowing Merlin would be ready to have sex as long as she answered to Artoria during it. ...well, the first answer is that Robin didn't ask that of her. and second? for all the candles, perfume, and roses - she couldn't quite get the smell of trees out of her head.
not because he's a sneaky cheater who takes advantage of cat pillows. nyan-chan how could you betray her this way.
the taste of nicotine is what takes her mouth by surprise. pungent and at first she wants to spit it out, but then there's the fresh air and the smoky aftertaste of cooked hamburger. Nero's stiff for about a second and that was enough to get his grip around her shoulders tight enough to not shake off. and maybe, it would be fine this way - Nero the beneficiary of his change of heart and his mouth. not a pillow princess but a pillow emperor.
but no, no. this would be done exactly how she wanted it. which meant that the fingers she had gotten under sweater could now be put to use to tickle furiously.
so that when she hears that laugh again, and feels the a strange flutter in her chest she's had going, Nero can use their tangled legs to rock him onto his side, the silk and satin bedsheets going more of the work to have him on his back. fight the enemy on favorable ground - and then squeeze her knees into his hips and press her elbows into his shoulders.
[he can complain. the bed is too soft and has too many pillows. the cat one is very childish and she definitely needs a new one. this one is on its last legs. she's crushing his ribs with her weight, and he's not one of her pillows for her to drape herself on.
but Robin finds that none of those things are particularly bad or even worth complaining about other than for the sake of it. to be a pain in the ass. and maybe he's out of his mind (he definitely is) but Nero's worked hard all day just to have him in her room. all to have him in her bed.
and he's grateful for no banners. please don't make a banner. he'll suffer the emojis as long as there is no banner or cries around town.
she tastes as he remembers. no matter how hard he tried to get it out of his head, it stuck too. he could physically distance himself all he wanted, but something had already taken root. the past weeks where they hadn't had much contact besides traveling together to singularities with their Master wasn't enough time for the memory to fade away like all the others. he's been determined to unearth that root by avoiding her.
god, he sucks. but Merlin may suck more.
their kiss breaks with a burst of laughter. his arm unwinds from her waist to reach down and try and tug her away, with protests that would sound annoyed if he wasn't saying them through a wide grin.] Kn-knock it off! Haha! Hey!
[it's not her, but their rolling does knock some pillows off the bed. Nero would care more about that than he would. he's trying to get back at her, a hand squeezing down on her waist. he's breathless by the time she kisses him again, heart beating just a little harder.
covered in glitter, in Nero's gaudy room, he can't believe he's actually having a bit of fun. he expected as things got heavier and hotter he would have fun in the purely physical sense, not from her tickling him. not from pushing pillows in her face or turning each other over in sheets that slide across his skin.
both hands grab her face, returning the kiss, and he turns onto his back again so she's on top and straddling his hips. after licking across her bottom lip, he draws away from her to kiss her neck and trails one hand along the slope of her back.
to pinch her buttock. another grin is pressing into her skin. that's for tickling him.]
[ she sees that smile!! she knows he's not going to complain and mean it. she watched him gravitate towards that cat pillow and then blush and squeeze it again.
(don't look in the closet, that's where the banner is hiding).
Nero only needs to use a few fingers to count the amount of generous partners she's had. it's uncertain why - perhaps intimidation by her station or her overwhelming magnificence. but she's used to a desperate struggle or a bland submissive. either people too closely matched and demanding their own satisfaction - or those diametrically opposite, that it's masturbation with another's body.
and thus she's on top, but its much self-protection as it is her own will. because when he doesn't use his knees or strength against her, the grip with her legs begins to loosen. her fingers still underneath his sweater but not to dig into ribs. to continue upward, her hands cold and hungry just for the warmth. this is a good sweater. makes sense why he's kept it despite the many patches.
there's going to be glitter all over his clothes. every time he puts this shirt on, more glitter will show back up.
he looks so out of place it's giving her a smile. like a historical anomaly but one they don't need computers and Dr. Roman to point out. his hair clashes with the gold and scarlet and there ought to have been a dress code sent over. but also satisfying for all of the herculean effort it had taken to get him there. mingled in with the kernel of a thought - hope he's comfortable. enjoying this. that this isn't pity or....she'll stop that line of thought right now. because she's smiling, tipping her head into his hands. stubborn fool.
and she's prepared to start slipping down his height, her robe bunching up and revealing a distinct lack of underwear - trying, seriously, this slow thing no matter how desperate and clingy the texts were. just to put her forehead on his and -
- and he pinches her!!!! ]
Eep -!
[ have a retaliatory pinch to his ribs. and then another one on his chest as a hand comes up to his pectorals. hm. not as big a chest as hers, but one she'll spread her fingers across anyway. ]
How dare you!
[ said right before she puts her mouth back on his throat. better to hide her face as it turns pink. ]
(he won't look in her closet if she doesn't look in his. there's skeletons.)
with how Nero is, he guessed that she may be more comfortable being this way. he's right -- her entire body seems to relax on his hips. their time before hadn't told him much and he may avoid people getting to know his intricacies but he's always conscious of someone else's.
maybe because he doesn't really have his own desires. not like Nero. whose desires would be enough to cover hers and his own.
he thought her hands might be warm, too, but they're cold and his nipples start to harden in reaction to it. a quiet gasp gets caught in his throat and there's the temptation to pull her hands out and avoid that chill, but she gropes at his chest like she wants the heat to bleed right onto her fingertips and palms.
besides. he already got her back pretty well with the pinch to her ass.
he doesn't laugh this time but he does chuckle low and warm in in his chest. as if the warmth on his skin bleeds into his voice along with her hands. though, he doth protest the retaliatory pinch, m'lady!! in a yelp that has him grabbing her forearms in his hands.
she can't hide the blush completely. he saw it blooming across her cheeks before she hid in his throat. the emperor is... more girly than he thought. with her origins being what they are, there's a gap between the rose emperor and...
this girl. who says "eep" when you pinch her bum and hides her face when she blushes. it's.
cute.
shit, he really is out of his mind.]
I could have spanked you instead. It's what we used to do to misbehaving boys and girls back in my day.
[he did it to Lip. when he was actually out of his mind. that was because of some special power she had, he later learned.
no more pinching, or spanking, but he does get a handful of one asscheek and squeezes. his head comes down to kiss her shoulder and nose her robe off of it. the fabric barely stays on her body as it is so it won't matter if he nudges it off a little more.]
Nero, though, took some lessons out of the last encounter. that he squirms when she takes his earlobe in between her teeth, or uses more tongue than lip to kiss him behind his jaw. not certain, though, if he appreciates her sliding him out of his sweater from the inside out.
definitely not forming plans to steal it later.
gods be damned, his laugh. it makes her smile and then blush deeper. she had insisted, insisted, it was only because of Merlin's weird fetishes or Achilles' run-and-done attitude that she'd kept bothering Robin Hood. been glum when Liz had let it slip out he'd been hiding from her. not hurt, though. the solution was just to make herself worthy of his attention -
fuck.
he takes her arms and therefore she puts her head into his hair. inhales, looking for the nature underneath the aroma of cooking. ]
It was common for families to sell disobedient children into slavery or the army.
[ way to keep the mood going.
he grabs her ass and he'll feel it tense; Nero's legs tighten too, digging into his hips. the robe already so loosely tied its been waiting for the opportunity to fall right down to her breasts. even then it's barely covering, and they come right out when she puts another kiss on his temple. bit of the tobacco smell still in his bangs. it's a different set of sensations in her nose and mouth. the exploration of before unhelpful in preparing her for the second encounter.
hmf. she's on top but he's still controlling her arms. or did, until one left to touch her butt. and she uses the free hand to comb hair off his face and run her fingers through the red locks. keep it there, too, around his head. then use her weight to slide him upwards, the sweater mostly bunched up at his chest and a bit of abdomen revealed under the shirt he had. she's somewhat helpless in getting him to shed his clothing, again. ]
I've had many experiences! [ not an answer. ] Is this your way of asking me to spank you? You did admit you liked it rougher.
[ no. no he didn't Nero.
but she'll turn her fingernails onto his skull, and have a bit more bite when she returns to his lips. pinching his bottom lip but then kissing the pain away. ]
[(for the last time, he's not a drug lord. stop making him out to be a drug lord! he may be a nature freak, all "one with the forest", and has a lot of knowledge when it comes to botany but he's clean! clean!!)
he's bemused by her comment about selling children into slavery and wants to pinch her ass again just to get her mind off of it. he was merely kidding and she had to go all dark on him. thanks for the history lesson, Nero. he knows humanity has done some fucked up things to one another. he knows very well that human likes to betray their own kind if it means saving their own skin. he knows they lie, steal, and cheat.
there's no point in saving humanity but they're all fighting to do it anyway because, for some, they were humans once too. for others, because it's the right thing to do. there are other reasons he can't begin to fathom.
much like he can't fathom why Nero does things like kiss his temple. or push his hair off his face so he's looking up at her with both green eyes. his brow is furrowed at her, lips tugged down slightly in a frown. they turn so quickly from his smiles. maybe because it's more natural for him to sulk than to laugh. genuinely, at that.
he's been doing a little better. maybe not now.]
I didn't admit to anything and I sure as hell don't want you to spank me. You're the one that thinks I want to get beat up before──
[it stings and he hisses. he inhales deeply through his nose before nipping at her mouth. reach down to her exposed breast and pinch her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. is she going to make another girly sound at him? right into his mouth, pouring it down his throat? because he's not pulling away even as he tugs gently on the bud.
he needs to get rid of his cigarette. he wants both hands to coax sound out of her. he's been keeping it pinched between his fingers of the hand on her ass but, at this point, it's in the way.
she might ream him if he gets ash on her sheets, too.]
[ he's the one that brought up child abuse first. but she hadn't wanted to change the mood - had wanted to avoid thinking about history beyond the glory of Rome and the roses. it was ancient history to their Master and so many Servants, and it was easiest to narrate a life of glory and magnificence. a myth befitting a Heroic Spirit and her own desire to be one. if not - then don't consider it. because those were the wars, the betrayals. the fire. and the reprisals, issued at her own hand.
as humans they would have been on opposite sides, wouldn't they?
Nero doesn't want to wonder that. she wants him smiling again, with the laugh she's pried it out of a locked vault. so no rough. gentle. maybe was hung up on it because their one time was desperate and in public. and that had been her, because it was a need to lose herself in stress-relief and another to have her body feel good again. or because she had awful taste in partners, that so frequently it crossed into battles and egos. but the infamous thief and spy has been softer to touch than all the legendary heroes.
- or she's wrong again.
She squeaks alongside an involuntary shiver. ]
H-hey!
[ get a yank on his head and a puff of her pink cheeks. but initial surprise turns to a pitched purring sound. she puts a hand over top of his, half-intertwining them, and guides them. so he won't have just the bud but rather the whole shape of her breast in his hand. showing the best way to heft and hold it. his palms are rough and scratched and scarred, calloused from a life with knives and wood. different types of hands than someone that knew luxury or even battle. ]
Well then - if you don't want to be beat up, then what do you want?
[ is it butt stuff? that's where his hand is but that seems content to just hold there, not go any further. not that she really feels the cigarette even, or notices the smell is anything more than residual smoke pressed into his pores.
so what would make him happy, then? Nero goes back to what seemed to work before. tuck her forehead onto his. no teeth. just presses of her lips on the brow she had brushed clear (except for glitter). using her newly freed hand to return to his chest, to spread wide on the warm skin. let it sit there. wait for a response. heartbeat up against her fingertips, frantic but even. ]
Let us have some fun. Whatever that might be.
[ another kiss. another inhale and exhale, her hot breath against his jawbone. ]
[another squeak gets another crooked smile from him. fair trade that something rare cajoles its kin out of another.
even her yank on his hair doesn't dim the smile too badly, though he winces and looks up at her through one green eye. he's amused. until she purrs. the sound travels lower in his body and makes his hips feel tense beneath the weight of her. it's much easier to get Robin to hold her breasts compared to the first time. when she awkwardly settled them on her cleavage until he gave in.
there's a much shorter hesitation compared to before. mostly for entwining fingers, not for putting his hands on her chest again. that isn't a problem, obviously, when he's tweaking her nipples playfully. his eyelids lower, half-mast over his eyes until he takes control again and weighs her in his palm. she's not too big or too small. she fit easily in his palm before.
she fits easily now as he takes her between his fingers and she's so soft and unmarred compared to the callouses he doesn't get rid of. the two opposing textures rubbing together are as full of friction as it would have been if they had been humans in Rome again.
they're not but this is the best they can do.
what does he want...? he drums fingers on the swell of her ass, as if he can read her thoughts about the butt stuff. why is she concerning herself with what he wants? this is about what she wants, isn't it? she called him here.
she kisses his forehead and touches his chest. he wishes Servant didn't have heartbeats. he prays that Nero can't feel how his thuds harder in his chest than normal from something as inane as a kiss to his forehead and asking him what he wants. it doesn't matter what he wants. he doesn't want.
he's here for hers. if it wasn't obvious.]
Don't turn this around and make it about me.
[he murmurs into her mouth, working more of her robe off her body with idle movements. every now and then he goes back to her breast, giving it a grope. then gripping her shoulder and her arm, squeezing her soft skin along the way.]
But if you have some wine in this fancy room of yours, I wouldn't say no to that.
[ it ought to hurt, if only for the contrast in their skin tones. but Nero arches into his groping. her turn to be cat-like, the way she stretches and purrs soft sounds into his head. pawing at his chest, too, because why does he get to be fully clothed when she's far from that.
see, its part of a master plan. a very careful game of chess. two strategists pitting their wits against each other -
so if doing butt stuff. or whatever he wants. will keep him here - then she'll sacrifice those pawns.
(Nero isn't sure how you play chess.) ]
Certainly not. But I am happy to accommodate requests.
[ what does she want? well - for starters, no pants. for him to make those keening sounds again, or cry out. to feel like his hands can't get enough of the touch of her - that he had come out of his own want of her. that he would be happy with her, knowing her, would -
stop.
this is sex without strings with a thief and an outlaw.
Nero tips her nose against his, breathing onto his face. smiling - smirking really - but too close for him to see it. ]
To think I would have prepared and not acquired wine? Unimaginable. However - you will have to collect it yourself from the table.
[ which meant, of course, putting her aside. stopping the breathless kisses onto his mouth, growing deeper and braver with the arrival of her tongue. and her arms, once she's slipped them out of the robe completely, began the trap of moving around and underneath his shoulders.
and then, finally, she's gotten herself nearly flush against Robin's body - and that's when the still-lit cigarette gets felt with a readjustment of his fingers. ]
EEEE -!
[ and still cat-like but much less graceful, Nero tries to jump away.
but they're tangled up with and proper now, so the effort to get away from ow fire hot burn ow succeeds only in pulling them both onto their sides. her back against a wall of throw pillows, robe now covering more of Robin than Nero. ]
Beast!
[ get a heart-shaped velvet pillow smacked in your face. ]
cats aren't so willing to fulfill requests. no matter how much she purrs, he won't be convinced she's anything but a pup that wants praise and attention. and is she always so obliging? she has to be. he has no reason to believe he's special in any way.
she must treat them all this way. every patron that's found their way to her quarters. he's a thief and, at one point, he was her enemy too. but she invites him to her room and lays him on his bed while offering him wine and kissing his face.
what's up with that, anyway?
if he gets up and leaves her to pour himself some wine, he can't imagine she would be happy about it. she's distracting him with a different taste already and one that might be as dangerous the more it's inflicted upon him. one that steadily makes his head swim, too. heats him from his chest and outward that he's ready to toss her robe aside completely just so they can finally be rid of it.
how it's managed to stay on her for this long when it looks ready to slip off at any moment is a mystery he'll never solve.
Robin never had much luck. not with women, especially. things had been awkward at the tree, so of course something has to happen now, too. his hand lays on her thigh when her screech scares him enough that he drops his cigarette. it gets lost in the pillows and sheets as Robin sputters on the pillow shoved in his face.]
What?!
[get that pillow out of his face. he grabs it and pulls it away from her. but there are a dozen other pillows for her to use so what good will it really do?]
Now you call me a beast?!
[and because it's a good idea, and he's pretty sure she's going to do it again, he uses the same pillow she used to hit him to give her a face full of velvet.]
[ and yet he's skipped right passed anal on to cigarette burns - which, if you'll notice, is not marked with a check on her kinklist. very presumptuous of you!
the metaphors get lost somewhere. the point still being - Nero wants her partners satisfied, pleased. willing to come back again when she wants their company another night. they'll meet on her terms, yes, and she has the boundaries enforced with the sword of Mars - but the goal is a willing participant. worship given freely is always more meaningful than when its taken by force.
but that doesn't mean she's willing to have her ass burned just because his weird forest hobo tastes are deviant. or that she's going to just accept him hitting her with her own pillows! traitors! she's on a bed of traitors! Nero grabs whatever she could and squishes it right in his stupid cigarette face. it goes nyaaaaaaa. ]
You burned me! On my butt! My beautiful, regal, royal butt! [ she's still on top of him too. and it gives the perfect advantage for him to see bouncy boobs and a scowling face in between being hit. with. a. fluffy. cat. ] And I thought you were a gentleman! Hmf!
[ SMACK.
and then she's rolled off him, making her trajectory across the room known with loud stomping feet. she had been wearing heeled slippers too so her annoyance echoes extra loud. first - a trip to the mirror, lifting up and then throwing off the robe completely. her poor ass. she should demand he kiss it and make it better - no wait. she's mad right now. think unsexy thoughts, Nero. but when she's determined that it's not, in fact, the fall of the empire of her beauty, she grabs the bottle of wine she had VERY CONSIDERATELY set out and then forgotten about. poured two glasses. and proceeded to carry them both back over to the bed.
limitless generosity? heavens no.
she dumps the second one on top of his head in revenge while sipping the first. hm yes. she feels much better now. ]
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do u just not want to see me?? 😢
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[her crying is FAKE.
the answer, nero, is because he's 100% avoiding her.]
That's not it.
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i know you are👌👌
[ and then BAM back to selfies ]
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like her praise should but he just gets embarrassed about it, throwing a glance at Ibaraki. she's more preoccupied with the burger she's eating.
what does he do? is it really a fuck buddy all she wants? he's been worse things...
it's not like he can't get the feel of her out of his head, either. that's why he's been staying away.]
Can't I just meet you in a storage shed?
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but there are a lot of dusty numbers Nero could be spamming ]
what do you have against pillows?? these are really comfy!
does it have to be smelly and dirty for u?
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[it's because it's her room.]
Knowing you, I'm sure they're the most comfortable pillows any man could have and that's where you get aaaall your beauty rest.
[that's not the problem, though.
god. he can't believe he's doing this. again.]
I'll be there in 5.
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🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨🌹✨
[ and then she scurries away from where she's been peeking through the kitchen door. ]
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after making sure Ibaraki didn't choke on her food like some overlyfussy, overprotective big brother he keeps his word. he considers making her wait five more hours -- just because he hadn't been specific if he meant minutes or more. (and Nero didn't ask, either.)
but figures she might explode into a shower of rose petals if he took it that far.
somewhere around five minutes later, there's a knock on her door.
or what he thinks is her door.
he's arrived in far more casual clothing than what he normally wears. a loose green sweater covers his shoulders and torso. well-fit jeans and brown boots for his legs. the look is really complete with the frat boy rings on his fingers and a half-burnt down cigarette perched on his lips.
he sends a quick message as he leans against the door.]
I'm here. Open up.
so he dressed like a booty call
and she's stretched herself out along a bed that might actually not exist under all the pillows. because by the gods, she did not exaggerate. many of them as garish and scarlet and trimmed in golden chords as her usual attire. many others adorably squishy and cat-shaped. she has one of those underneath her propped elbow, so it's smiley cat face is all scrunched up.
but Nero doesn't move when she hears the knock. or the phone buzzing. instead, she flips a bit of bangs off her face and shouts. ]
You may enter!
she told him to lose the cloak ok
he thought the scent of vanilla had been subtle on her skin before but it's overpowering here. of course there's rose petals everywhere he steps too. he doesn't take care to avoid them. and what's with the glitter?
eventually, he finds Nero on what can only be described as a nest. a nest of pillows. actually, that looks really fucking comfortable. he tries not to look too much at her barely concealed body. is this what she does when she's not texting and throwing rocks at thieves in trees?
must be nice.
he takes his time as he closes the distance between them. instead of touching her or climbing on pillows or beginning this obvious booty call, he takes one of the cat pillows and squishes it in his hands.]
So the emperor of Rome likes cute stuff like this, huh? I was expecting lions to be joining you on that bed. [he pauses.] There is a bed under all that, right?
[he wouldn't put it past her to just sleep on a shit ton of pillows.]
but not to show up dressed like Chad from Delta Phi
It took you far too long to answer my summons. Expect to see some improvement in the future.
[ but even she doesn't seem that invested in the finger she wags at him. much more interested in watching him take in the glorious sights of her room. it can be overwhelming - she'll give him a bit of time to adjust his gaze. when Siegfried saw it he hadn't even had his heels down before he'd turned and walked right out. Germans. never had any sense of taste. ]
Alas - the Praetor informed me that lions would be confiscated if I attempted to bring them on the premises. [ meaning: plans are in the works.
though he didn't look like much, he clearly had good taste. that cat pillow is one of the ones that goes nyaaaaan when you squeeze its middle. Nero nods in appreciation. it's a good nyan. ]
Much better than a filthy storage shed, don't you think? Must say, you clean up rather nicely. A handsome face hiding under that hood. Now, since this has been prolonged enough as is -
[ pap pap. there's approximately one square foot of satin sheets left available for him to take a seat on. even it has gold glitter on it. true golden leaf - or merely a lucky purchase with leftover mana prisms? use your thief's eye to tell the difference, Faceless King. ]
I'd almost begun to think you were ashamed of being in my presence.
[ and she hasn't forgotten Elizabeth's nasty little gossip. that's going to be a question for when he's not ear the doors or windows, and can't bolt away. ]
she loves it what do you mean
maybe then she can have her lions, too. he can't believe she's actually tried -- on the other hand, he's not all that surprised, either.
he's more startled about a meowing pillow, actually. it wheezes it's meow at him. like it's been squeezed one too many times and needs a change in the contraption that causes it. what is she doing with something like this... ? why does she want a loyal dog when she prefers cats!?
he basically already acts like one -- he does what he wants, he's independent. and he only shows affection when he feels like it. Nero is the lapdog she wants so badly.]
Filthy storage sheds have their uses. [Nero's room is used purely for her wants. he scratches the back of his head at the second round of praise that comes from her and towards him. while he knows he's handsome, he wouldn't call this cleaning up. it's just this old shirt and jeans.
she's the one that's draped herself in her fine silks and was sending him the selfies.
with a long sigh, he dusts off as much as the glitter, golden leaf, leftover mana prisms whatever the hell it is and sits down while still holding her meow pillow in his lap.
... this is the softest bed ever. this is so damn Extra. fuck it. while he's here, he's going to flop back into the sea of fluff and practically disappear into it. who needs Faceless King when he just needs to dive into pillows?]
Knowing you have a pillow like this? [his hands pop out and reveal the meow pillow. he squeezes it again and it releases a long, weak nyaaaaaaaaa] Why would I ever be ashamed?
she does have terribly milktoast taste, it's true
cats are noble creatures. Rome and Egypt had enough cultural exchange that the idea permeated into her empire. so in the meantime, until lions can be snuck into Chaldea, she'll have to content herself with some fluffy mewing cushions.
....hm. Robin Hood is good at sneaking..... ]
Not for what I have in mind.
[ also, the smells of weed killer and fertilizer are quick ways to kill the mood. if she'll have sex in any storage facility, it'll be where the office supplies are kept. have some class!!
those were old selfies. she has a backlog to bait him with. and none of them quite managed to capture her at this moment, since they didn't convey the perfume, the way her robe shimmers when she moves in it.
Nero turns herself around once he's fallen in. but before he gets too comfortable, she drapes across his middle, elbows on his chest. got him pinned now - no escape. not unless he wants to be a boor and wrestle her off. there's glitter on her fingers and it gets on the throw pillow she lifts up in order to keep him from suffocating.
the glitter gets on his face now too. and his hair. and clothes. he'll be finding glitter for days. about to fall asleep, she thinks, like he's never been on a comfortable bed in his life. Nero tucks the throw pillow under her chin so it's not pressing on his chest. ]
You took the longest time to respond to my many summons.
[ nyaaaaaaaaaa ]
Had you not, I might have resorted to more drastic measures.
[ hm. sparkly gold dust on his face. Nero tries to smudge it off but succeeds in spreading more along his nose and cheekbones. his freckles are outnumbered now. and, while her fingers are right there, she'll try to get his bangs to go back. there. much better when she can see both of his green eyes. ]
But praise is due. You are slippery - impossible to find even when one knows where to look.
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it's not great for emperors for who, apparently, have a really big penchant for glitter as much as they do for silk, roses, and the color red.
like he can talk. wear more green, Robin. you green bean.
he doesn't shove her off of him. there's only the sound of a grunt as she lays on his chest. he just keeps staring at the ceiling, wondering how he's going to explain the glitter all over his body to the rest of Chaldea. it'll be as obvious as Nero's "subtle" hints.
subtle, she said. good jokes. Nero is about as subtle as a giant log barreling towards you. a glittery, vanilla-smelling log.
all he does is close his eyes while she makes a cushion out of him and infects his skin and clothes with her sparkles and perfumes. this is one of the many reasons he was avoiding her room. one of the more frivolous reasons, but a reason all the same.
glitter is going to be in the crack of his ass for days.
one of his arms flops out to the side, cat pillow in hand. the other he's not so sure about because he doesn't want it to be pinned at his side. it takes some hesitation, but he finally settles it on the small of her back as she pushes his hair out of his face. finally, his eyes open again so he can look down at her with exasperation.]
I know you were right outside the kitchen door at the end there. [the meow pillow gets pushed in her face as he grins.]
But nice try. [while she sputters on fluff, his grin fades away. how much more drastic can you get after she had sent him selfies of her barely clothed?
you know what. he doesn't want to know.]
You'd give our Master a run for their money when it comes to how stubborn you are, you know? Between the two of you, I feel like you could actually move mountains if you really wanted. [or save humanity. that whole deal.
or get Robin Hood into silk pillows and a fancy bed until he looked like Ke$ha.]
I just don't know why the two of you would spend that stubbornness on me.[in their own ways.
the pillow on her face suddenly moves away. the cigarette is off his lips so he can grab Nero's jaw and roll the both of them over so he's on top and their legs tangle. and so he can kiss her on her mouth, as gentle as it had been when he was teaching her the lure of soft and slow.]
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maybe next time, if he''ll be dodgy and sulky again, she'll show him what unsubtle could be. it could be a public pronouncement and a banner and a town crier shouting 'the emperor Nero demands your presence in her bedchambers for a session of lovemaking!' that's not subtle.
next time, yes - because the difference between dogs and cats is that you feel as though you've earned a cat's affection. a dog is always cheerful and excited to see you. but when a cat comes and purrs and curls beside you, takes you by surprise. such as, when she's started to use a fingertip to trace where cheekbone connects to jaw, there's a cushion pushed into her face with a weak nyaaaaaaa- ]
Then why did you have me wait?!
[ you get a hand trying to tickle your ribs for that. damn your sweater-y defenses!
as for why? well aside from the response of 'he's got a good dick and knows how to use it' and 'eventually he's dtf'. she'd wondered that herself when knowing Merlin would be ready to have sex as long as she answered to Artoria during it. ...well, the first answer is that Robin didn't ask that of her. and second? for all the candles, perfume, and roses - she couldn't quite get the smell of trees out of her head.
not because he's a sneaky cheater who takes advantage of cat pillows. nyan-chan how could you betray her this way.
the taste of nicotine is what takes her mouth by surprise. pungent and at first she wants to spit it out, but then there's the fresh air and the smoky aftertaste of cooked hamburger. Nero's stiff for about a second and that was enough to get his grip around her shoulders tight enough to not shake off. and maybe, it would be fine this way - Nero the beneficiary of his change of heart and his mouth. not a pillow princess but a pillow emperor.
but no, no. this would be done exactly how she wanted it. which meant that the fingers she had gotten under sweater could now be put to use to tickle furiously.
so that when she hears that laugh again, and feels the a strange flutter in her chest she's had going, Nero can use their tangled legs to rock him onto his side, the silk and satin bedsheets going more of the work to have him on his back. fight the enemy on favorable ground - and then squeeze her knees into his hips and press her elbows into his shoulders.
then resume kissing. ]
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but Robin finds that none of those things are particularly bad or even worth complaining about other than for the sake of it. to be a pain in the ass. and maybe he's out of his mind (he definitely is) but Nero's worked hard all day just to have him in her room. all to have him in her bed.
and he's grateful for no banners. please don't make a banner. he'll suffer the emojis as long as there is no banner or cries around town.
she tastes as he remembers. no matter how hard he tried to get it out of his head, it stuck too. he could physically distance himself all he wanted, but something had already taken root. the past weeks where they hadn't had much contact besides traveling together to singularities with their Master wasn't enough time for the memory to fade away like all the others. he's been determined to unearth that root by avoiding her.
god, he sucks. but Merlin may suck more.
their kiss breaks with a burst of laughter. his arm unwinds from her waist to reach down and try and tug her away, with protests that would sound annoyed if he wasn't saying them through a wide grin.] Kn-knock it off! Haha! Hey!
[it's not her, but their rolling does knock some pillows off the bed. Nero would care more about that than he would. he's trying to get back at her, a hand squeezing down on her waist. he's breathless by the time she kisses him again, heart beating just a little harder.
covered in glitter, in Nero's gaudy room, he can't believe he's actually having a bit of fun. he expected as things got heavier and hotter he would have fun in the purely physical sense, not from her tickling him. not from pushing pillows in her face or turning each other over in sheets that slide across his skin.
both hands grab her face, returning the kiss, and he turns onto his back again so she's on top and straddling his hips. after licking across her bottom lip, he draws away from her to kiss her neck and trails one hand along the slope of her back.
to pinch her buttock. another grin is pressing into her skin. that's for tickling him.]
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(don't look in the closet, that's where the banner is hiding).
Nero only needs to use a few fingers to count the amount of generous partners she's had. it's uncertain why - perhaps intimidation by her station or her overwhelming magnificence. but she's used to a desperate struggle or a bland submissive. either people too closely matched and demanding their own satisfaction - or those diametrically opposite, that it's masturbation with another's body.
and thus she's on top, but its much self-protection as it is her own will. because when he doesn't use his knees or strength against her, the grip with her legs begins to loosen. her fingers still underneath his sweater but not to dig into ribs. to continue upward, her hands cold and hungry just for the warmth. this is a good sweater. makes sense why he's kept it despite the many patches.
there's going to be glitter all over his clothes. every time he puts this shirt on, more glitter will show back up.
he looks so out of place it's giving her a smile. like a historical anomaly but one they don't need computers and Dr. Roman to point out. his hair clashes with the gold and scarlet and there ought to have been a dress code sent over. but also satisfying for all of the herculean effort it had taken to get him there. mingled in with the kernel of a thought - hope he's comfortable. enjoying this. that this isn't pity or....she'll stop that line of thought right now. because she's smiling, tipping her head into his hands. stubborn fool.
and she's prepared to start slipping down his height, her robe bunching up and revealing a distinct lack of underwear - trying, seriously, this slow thing no matter how desperate and clingy the texts were. just to put her forehead on his and -
- and he pinches her!!!! ]
Eep -!
[ have a retaliatory pinch to his ribs. and then another one on his chest as a hand comes up to his pectorals. hm. not as big a chest as hers, but one she'll spread her fingers across anyway. ]
How dare you!
[ said right before she puts her mouth back on his throat. better to hide her face as it turns pink. ]
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with how Nero is, he guessed that she may be more comfortable being this way. he's right -- her entire body seems to relax on his hips. their time before hadn't told him much and he may avoid people getting to know his intricacies but he's always conscious of someone else's.
maybe because he doesn't really have his own desires. not like Nero. whose desires would be enough to cover hers and his own.
he thought her hands might be warm, too, but they're cold and his nipples start to harden in reaction to it. a quiet gasp gets caught in his throat and there's the temptation to pull her hands out and avoid that chill, but she gropes at his chest like she wants the heat to bleed right onto her fingertips and palms.
besides. he already got her back pretty well with the pinch to her ass.
he doesn't laugh this time but he does chuckle low and warm in in his chest. as if the warmth on his skin bleeds into his voice along with her hands. though, he doth protest the retaliatory pinch, m'lady!! in a yelp that has him grabbing her forearms in his hands.
she can't hide the blush completely. he saw it blooming across her cheeks before she hid in his throat. the emperor is... more girly than he thought. with her origins being what they are, there's a gap between the rose emperor and...
this girl. who says "eep" when you pinch her bum and hides her face when she blushes. it's.
cute.
shit, he really is out of his mind.]
I could have spanked you instead. It's what we used to do to misbehaving boys and girls back in my day.
[he did it to Lip. when he was actually out of his mind. that was because of some special power she had, he later learned.
no more pinching, or spanking, but he does get a handful of one asscheek and squeezes. his head comes down to kiss her shoulder and nose her robe off of it. the fabric barely stays on her body as it is so it won't matter if he nudges it off a little more.]
Never had your butt pinched?
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Nero, though, took some lessons out of the last encounter. that he squirms when she takes his earlobe in between her teeth, or uses more tongue than lip to kiss him behind his jaw. not certain, though, if he appreciates her sliding him out of his sweater from the inside out.
definitely not forming plans to steal it later.
gods be damned, his laugh. it makes her smile and then blush deeper. she had insisted, insisted, it was only because of Merlin's weird fetishes or Achilles' run-and-done attitude that she'd kept bothering Robin Hood. been glum when Liz had let it slip out he'd been hiding from her. not hurt, though. the solution was just to make herself worthy of his attention -
fuck.
he takes her arms and therefore she puts her head into his hair. inhales, looking for the nature underneath the aroma of cooking. ]
It was common for families to sell disobedient children into slavery or the army.
[ way to keep the mood going.
he grabs her ass and he'll feel it tense; Nero's legs tighten too, digging into his hips. the robe already so loosely tied its been waiting for the opportunity to fall right down to her breasts. even then it's barely covering, and they come right out when she puts another kiss on his temple. bit of the tobacco smell still in his bangs. it's a different set of sensations in her nose and mouth. the exploration of before unhelpful in preparing her for the second encounter.
hmf. she's on top but he's still controlling her arms. or did, until one left to touch her butt. and she uses the free hand to comb hair off his face and run her fingers through the red locks. keep it there, too, around his head. then use her weight to slide him upwards, the sweater mostly bunched up at his chest and a bit of abdomen revealed under the shirt he had. she's somewhat helpless in getting him to shed his clothing, again. ]
I've had many experiences! [ not an answer. ] Is this your way of asking me to spank you? You did admit you liked it rougher.
[ no. no he didn't Nero.
but she'll turn her fingernails onto his skull, and have a bit more bite when she returns to his lips. pinching his bottom lip but then kissing the pain away. ]
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he's bemused by her comment about selling children into slavery and wants to pinch her ass again just to get her mind off of it. he was merely kidding and she had to go all dark on him. thanks for the history lesson, Nero. he knows humanity has done some fucked up things to one another. he knows very well that human likes to betray their own kind if it means saving their own skin. he knows they lie, steal, and cheat.
there's no point in saving humanity but they're all fighting to do it anyway because, for some, they were humans once too. for others, because it's the right thing to do. there are other reasons he can't begin to fathom.
much like he can't fathom why Nero does things like kiss his temple. or push his hair off his face so he's looking up at her with both green eyes. his brow is furrowed at her, lips tugged down slightly in a frown. they turn so quickly from his smiles. maybe because it's more natural for him to sulk than to laugh. genuinely, at that.
he's been doing a little better. maybe not now.]
I didn't admit to anything and I sure as hell don't want you to spank me. You're the one that thinks I want to get beat up before──
[it stings and he hisses. he inhales deeply through his nose before nipping at her mouth. reach down to her exposed breast and pinch her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. is she going to make another girly sound at him? right into his mouth, pouring it down his throat? because he's not pulling away even as he tugs gently on the bud.
he needs to get rid of his cigarette. he wants both hands to coax sound out of her. he's been keeping it pinched between his fingers of the hand on her ass but, at this point, it's in the way.
she might ream him if he gets ash on her sheets, too.]
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as humans they would have been on opposite sides, wouldn't they?
Nero doesn't want to wonder that. she wants him smiling again, with the laugh she's pried it out of a locked vault. so no rough. gentle. maybe was hung up on it because their one time was desperate and in public. and that had been her, because it was a need to lose herself in stress-relief and another to have her body feel good again. or because she had awful taste in partners, that so frequently it crossed into battles and egos. but the infamous thief and spy has been softer to touch than all the legendary heroes.
- or she's wrong again.
She squeaks alongside an involuntary shiver. ]
H-hey!
[ get a yank on his head and a puff of her pink cheeks. but initial surprise turns to a pitched purring sound. she puts a hand over top of his, half-intertwining them, and guides them. so he won't have just the bud but rather the whole shape of her breast in his hand. showing the best way to heft and hold it. his palms are rough and scratched and scarred, calloused from a life with knives and wood. different types of hands than someone that knew luxury or even battle. ]
Well then - if you don't want to be beat up, then what do you want?
[ is it butt stuff? that's where his hand is but that seems content to just hold there, not go any further. not that she really feels the cigarette even, or notices the smell is anything more than residual smoke pressed into his pores.
so what would make him happy, then? Nero goes back to what seemed to work before. tuck her forehead onto his. no teeth. just presses of her lips on the brow she had brushed clear (except for glitter). using her newly freed hand to return to his chest, to spread wide on the warm skin. let it sit there. wait for a response. heartbeat up against her fingertips, frantic but even. ]
Let us have some fun. Whatever that might be.
[ another kiss. another inhale and exhale, her hot breath against his jawbone. ]
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even her yank on his hair doesn't dim the smile too badly, though he winces and looks up at her through one green eye. he's amused. until she purrs. the sound travels lower in his body and makes his hips feel tense beneath the weight of her. it's much easier to get Robin to hold her breasts compared to the first time. when she awkwardly settled them on her cleavage until he gave in.
there's a much shorter hesitation compared to before. mostly for entwining fingers, not for putting his hands on her chest again. that isn't a problem, obviously, when he's tweaking her nipples playfully. his eyelids lower, half-mast over his eyes until he takes control again and weighs her in his palm. she's not too big or too small. she fit easily in his palm before.
she fits easily now as he takes her between his fingers and she's so soft and unmarred compared to the callouses he doesn't get rid of. the two opposing textures rubbing together are as full of friction as it would have been if they had been humans in Rome again.
they're not but this is the best they can do.
what does he want...? he drums fingers on the swell of her ass, as if he can read her thoughts about the butt stuff. why is she concerning herself with what he wants? this is about what she wants, isn't it? she called him here.
she kisses his forehead and touches his chest. he wishes Servant didn't have heartbeats. he prays that Nero can't feel how his thuds harder in his chest than normal from something as inane as a kiss to his forehead and asking him what he wants. it doesn't matter what he wants. he doesn't want.
he's here for hers. if it wasn't obvious.]
Don't turn this around and make it about me.
[he murmurs into her mouth, working more of her robe off her body with idle movements. every now and then he goes back to her breast, giving it a grope. then gripping her shoulder and her arm, squeezing her soft skin along the way.]
But if you have some wine in this fancy room of yours, I wouldn't say no to that.
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see, its part of a master plan. a very careful game of chess. two strategists pitting their wits against each other -
so if doing butt stuff. or whatever he wants. will keep him here - then she'll sacrifice those pawns.
(Nero isn't sure how you play chess.) ]
Certainly not. But I am happy to accommodate requests.
[ what does she want? well - for starters, no pants. for him to make those keening sounds again, or cry out. to feel like his hands can't get enough of the touch of her - that he had come out of his own want of her. that he would be happy with her, knowing her, would -
stop.
this is sex without strings with a thief and an outlaw.
Nero tips her nose against his, breathing onto his face. smiling - smirking really - but too close for him to see it. ]
To think I would have prepared and not acquired wine? Unimaginable. However - you will have to collect it yourself from the table.
[ which meant, of course, putting her aside. stopping the breathless kisses onto his mouth, growing deeper and braver with the arrival of her tongue. and her arms, once she's slipped them out of the robe completely, began the trap of moving around and underneath his shoulders.
and then, finally, she's gotten herself nearly flush against Robin's body - and that's when the still-lit cigarette gets felt with a readjustment of his fingers. ]
EEEE -!
[ and still cat-like but much less graceful, Nero tries to jump away.
but they're tangled up with and proper now, so the effort to get away from ow fire hot burn ow succeeds only in pulling them both onto their sides. her back against a wall of throw pillows, robe now covering more of Robin than Nero. ]
Beast!
[ get a heart-shaped velvet pillow smacked in your face. ]
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cats aren't so willing to fulfill requests. no matter how much she purrs, he won't be convinced she's anything but a pup that wants praise and attention. and is she always so obliging? she has to be. he has no reason to believe he's special in any way.
she must treat them all this way. every patron that's found their way to her quarters. he's a thief and, at one point, he was her enemy too. but she invites him to her room and lays him on his bed while offering him wine and kissing his face.
what's up with that, anyway?
if he gets up and leaves her to pour himself some wine, he can't imagine she would be happy about it. she's distracting him with a different taste already and one that might be as dangerous the more it's inflicted upon him. one that steadily makes his head swim, too. heats him from his chest and outward that he's ready to toss her robe aside completely just so they can finally be rid of it.
how it's managed to stay on her for this long when it looks ready to slip off at any moment is a mystery he'll never solve.
Robin never had much luck. not with women, especially. things had been awkward at the tree, so of course something has to happen now, too. his hand lays on her thigh when her screech scares him enough that he drops his cigarette. it gets lost in the pillows and sheets as Robin sputters on the pillow shoved in his face.]
What?!
[get that pillow out of his face. he grabs it and pulls it away from her. but there are a dozen other pillows for her to use so what good will it really do?]
Now you call me a beast?!
[and because it's a good idea, and he's pretty sure she's going to do it again, he uses the same pillow she used to hit him to give her a face full of velvet.]
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the metaphors get lost somewhere. the point still being - Nero wants her partners satisfied, pleased. willing to come back again when she wants their company another night. they'll meet on her terms, yes, and she has the boundaries enforced with the sword of Mars - but the goal is a willing participant. worship given freely is always more meaningful than when its taken by force.
but that doesn't mean she's willing to have her ass burned just because his weird forest hobo tastes are deviant. or that she's going to just accept him hitting her with her own pillows! traitors! she's on a bed of traitors! Nero grabs whatever she could and squishes it right in his stupid cigarette face. it goes nyaaaaaaa. ]
You burned me! On my butt! My beautiful, regal, royal butt! [ she's still on top of him too. and it gives the perfect advantage for him to see bouncy boobs and a scowling face in between being hit. with. a. fluffy. cat. ] And I thought you were a gentleman! Hmf!
[ SMACK.
and then she's rolled off him, making her trajectory across the room known with loud stomping feet. she had been wearing heeled slippers too so her annoyance echoes extra loud. first - a trip to the mirror, lifting up and then throwing off the robe completely. her poor ass. she should demand he kiss it and make it better - no wait. she's mad right now. think unsexy thoughts, Nero. but when she's determined that it's not, in fact, the fall of the empire of her beauty, she grabs the bottle of wine she had VERY CONSIDERATELY set out and then forgotten about. poured two glasses. and proceeded to carry them both back over to the bed.
limitless generosity? heavens no.
she dumps the second one on top of his head in revenge while sipping the first. hm yes. she feels much better now. ]
i feLL ASLEEP
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....i forgot chardonnay was whiTE FUCK
I'M LAUGHIGNdg
gomen wine-sensei i failed you
i want to see you after class
wine detention
write a wine essay
"what i learned in whine school is...."
WHINE......SCHOOL.......
LET'S......PRETEND.........INTENTIONAL PUN
1 MILLION WORD REQUIREMENT ON YOUR ESSAY
makes robin do it
i was hungover robin all day today
time to get dragged off to Salem and be a tree
also gambling and doing shit i shouldn't be doing
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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i wanna use new icons