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[And they're amazing jokes too.

When she makes that sound, he realizes that maybe he's crossed the line yet again. Interesting, there are so many different boundaries here that he didn't know could exist. He stopped digging his hand into her back, and now it was flat against her clothes. He tried against with his tongue, wanting to play with hers once more.]

[Boundaries with her--the kind she won't take, not as long as she doesn't trust him completely. He must know anyone else may have allowed him, a demon, to do such a thing; for instance, she can imagine Yako simply letting him claw her back. The only one Dead Master will allow to harm her, to call her a monster, to do anything to her, is Shooter--because that negative attention is still attention from the one she prizes most.

But this kiss now--he's too tall, and they're too close. He's winning with his tongue against hers, but that only makes her intensify the kiss, trying to push him back a little.]

[Neuro allows her to push him back a little, kissing her back with just as much intensity. He wasn't too sure how much time would have to pass in order to get the door open, but it wasn't like he was keeping track or anything.
He let out that growling noise yet again, cursing this body for betraying him and actually reacting to the kiss. He wasn't enjoying it, he had to keep reminding himself of that, since that logic seemed to fade whenever he found himself too wrapped up in the action.]

[But allowing him to react this way--even if he didn't like it, even if she teased him about it, didn't this also mean it was a sign that he was more human? It was a good thing. She clutches his arm as he kisses her back, feeling something stir within her.

Standing was becoming a chore, for some reason. She...needed to lean against something--wait, no--better to push him against something. Yes--the wall.]

[Neuro acted far more human than what he would have liked, but he'll keep trying to deny those kinds of feelings within him for as long as possible. Even if he knows what it's like to be human thanks to that trick of hers, turning him into one briefly.

He found himself now pushed up against the wall, and as he held on to her, he started to slide down it, taking her with him- so he was now more or less sitting down while up against this wall.]

[...She allows herself to be pulled down with him. It's much better than standing, and her body relaxes against his, her legs on either side on him. Her fingers run through his hair, winding their kiss and passing a sigh, a satisfied breath, to him.

Their game now is too gentle now--she pushes him more against the wall than her body, keeping his lips farther from hers than he might like.]

[Neuro frowns at that, at her keeping her lips away from him. He glances up at her, and for some reason he felt as though he were out of breath. Strange, he wasn't one to have to breathe oxygen in the first place, and yet he was panting slightly, and found himself wanting to feel her lips against his own yet again. He reaches up to her, his gloved hand grazing across her cheek. He doesn't like being kept waiting over this, even though he's usually patient.]

[It's the same with her. Breath, oxygen--it's not necessary; they are more...emotional reactions than anything physiological, but part of them all the same. She lets him touch her cheek, wondering why now of all times he seems more gentle in that touch. She doesn't mind this softness--in fact, she wonders if she should appreciate it more--but at the same time, she wants him to know that there is a balance between the gentle and cruel. She can show him, too--

Smiling, she takes his white scarf off, dropping it to the ground. She moves closer to his lips--but denies him the kiss that he wants. Instead, she pushes him back more, licking his neck upwards, oh so very slowly.]

[Eve he didn't know why he was being gentle, it was ridiculous. He had to keep reminding himself that he wasn't interested in anything like this, but yet again he found himself forgetting about that and just living in the moment. And in this moment, he felt himself content with these actions. Maybe they were the same-...

Neuro frowns when he feels himself being pushed back by her, and just when he thought he'd be able to feel her lips against his once more, she's licking his neck. He tenses up at that, and he finds himself feeling that heat going through his body as she does so. It's like when he was a human at that time- this weird feeling. At least now he could focus on it, instead of having that intense pain as well.]

Dead Master.. [Again, something he hadn't intended to do. He whispered her name, indicating that she was effecting him more than what he liked.]

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[She draws away again when she hears him speak her name, but she has to inhale deeply to regain her composure. This was a little bit too fun--she waves it off as something that is still sadistic about herself, seeing him succumb to her like this and calling her name with...what she can only guess is that 'respect' he says he has for her, but finds it so hard to show. She knows better than to think he would so openly respect her--which means he didn't mean to call her name.

Well, she only smiles at that as she leans forward to his ear, her own breath hot as she whispers to him.] ...Yes, Neuro Nougami? [Teasing him, really. And she'll continue sucking his neck, just as slowly, unless he wants the pace to quicken.]

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[....As much as he hated to admit it, he finally concluded that he found this to be fun as well. This shouldn't even be happening, they were only meant to kiss in order to escape but--... now he wasn't so sure he'd even be able to walk away from this so quickly. He did have control, and he was using everything he had to restrain himself at this moment. Neuro did indeed have respect for her, even after what had happened with the virus, and the forest. His opinions weren't so easily swayed. That could also be why he was trying to control what his body wanted, out of respect for this girl.

He's unable to respond for a moment, tensing up as she whispered into his ear, along with giving his neck attention. Neuro could only respond by wrapping his arms around her, wanting to bring her closer to him. He had the urge to feel her lips again, but he also liked the action she was currently doing. He remained quiet, only breathing in deeply as a response to her sucking.]

[Her dress is open in the back, and she doesn't mind his touch so much anymore as she feels his arms move around her. As she's being brought closer to him she hears his steady breath and feels her chest against his, even if there's three or more layers between them. She must stop teasing his neck to let out a sharp breath, but she bites down on his skin almost immediately afterwards, as if it would prevent her from saying his name.

She adjusts delicately in his lap, trailing kisses up to the corner of his mouth. She'll deny him as much as she can.]

[Neuro could only wonder what kinds of thoughts were going through her mind at the moment. Currently, he was finding it hard to even think clearly, and that was quite possibly one of the weirdest experiences. He always had a clear mind, always thinking logically about something, this however-... he could barely form words let alone process information. When she bites down on his skin, he tenses up again, not from it hurting, but from the sensation.

She still refused to bring her lips to his just yet, and that irritated him a bit. He turned his head so their lips were dangerously close to one another, his breath hot against her skin. Neuro went to her bottom lip, biting at it, but not enough to break the skin- taking care not to do so with his razor sharp teeth.]

[Is she thinking of anything in particular right now? Oh, yes. Most obvious is how biting her lip reminds her of when he last drew blood like that. But he's being very gentle with her here, and it's still surprising to her. Surprising enough to tense when she feels those teeth. He doesn't realize how sharp his teeth are--but she understands that he didn't mean to break the thin skin of her lips. Nevertheless, she feels herself wince from that, but the slight pain blends with...what she's feeling, this warmth, from being this close to him.

She turns this into a proper kiss, pushing her tongue between his lips.]

[Yes, he remembers the time during that virus when he bit her, and it was enough to break the skin. Back then, tasting blood wasn't so bad, but if he had that familiar metallic taste in his mouth, he might have been too revolted by such a thing to continue this action. Having all that blood in his mouth last time, it put him off to even think about it.

When she finally pressed her lips to his, he couldn't help but make a sound of satisfaction against her. She had been teasing him for a while, and he didn't like that, he preferred if it were the other way around. It was far too hot for him right now for some reason, typically he wasn't fazed by the temperatures of this world, but his body was so warm from this. With his free hands, he went to the front of his jacket, starting to unbutton it, managing to take it off after a moment.]

[Teasing him for a while? She's only getting started. With his jacket off, it just leaves her for more opportunity to move her hands along his arms and chest. He feels good to her, and she wonders if she must feel good to him, but she doesn't like that--she only wants him to be uncertain about this, to feel a little bit of teasing pain with whatever warmth he is feeling. She digs her nails into him, just like he did with her back, scraping down a little.

She continues to kiss him, pushing her tongue in between his lips, attempting to fight for dominance of his mouth....or perhaps she wants to taste him too, which is why the action is a bit more forceful than she planned.]

[Sadly, there's still that vest that's keeping them apart, and along with her own clothes. But- she mentioned restraint, right? But he found it harder to control such a thing than he initially thought. It must just be the heat of the moment, yes- since he feel so warm about this, and he's never been one to feel anything.

He feels that clawing sensation, and he allows her to do such a thing while they continue to press their lips together. Neuro pulls her closer, their chests pressing up against each other and that tongue plays with her own. He's always been one to just want mysteries to eat- but he can't help but enjoy her taste.]

[He is new to this--of that she is certain. She guesses that this is why he wishes to continue; that it is merely another puzzle for him to sort through. Fine by her--she thinks this a twisted game, and as long as she thinks this way, she'll be safe. The way he so readily holds her close, the way his tongue is eager to meet hers...it only makes her think that some of that well defined control is slipping. She's almost curious now. Almost. What it'd be like without that control of his.

She holds herself up against him, wanting him to feel more of her and what it's like to have someone in this very heated embrace. So she may be nice here--to help him learn through an experience like this. But while she may be able to easily walk away as long as she did not grow too attached, he might not. That, too, was also part of this experience, for both of them. Her hands move to over his shoulders and her legs only tighten in response to his tongue--she's not oblivious to their position. But she doesn't care.]

[In a sense, this is indeed like another puzzle. Not the one she might be thinking of though, but the mystery as to why his body feels the way it does when he's interacting with her like this. He's confused, and that may be why he's also frustrated, due to such confusion. He feels that control fading away, and he wants to get it back, but this traitorous body continues to do things without him wanting it to.

Neuro could easily want walk away from such a thing as well, but he's finding it increasingly hard to do so as this goes on. When her legs tightened around him, he lets out a sound against her lips, his hand then moving to her stomach before slowly trailing up. He stops just short of her chest though, and then pulls his lips away from her. He opened his eyes, that familiar green and blue mix glowing as he looks at her. Right... this was about restraint. This hadn't been a simple human tradition anymore, he was certain of that.]

[As his hand trails up her front of her thin dress, her body tenses, but when he draws away, she smiles. He isn't into this as she had thought. Of course--she isn't the best person to kiss, nor is she an expert at it. He'd definitely want someone who he thought isn't a 'louse', human-like (as much as he thinks she is), or lower than him. She opens her eyes to gaze into his, and seeing that familiar glow indicates he's thinking of something. If he were one of her own kind, she wouldn't be speaking right now, instead remaining silent for their communication. But since he's not, she speaks softly, her lips teasing his with each syllable.] ...Had enough? [She's...not certain their time is up. But if he needed a break to think about what he is feeling, she wouldn't mind. It is all so very...amusing, to think that this person who is knowledgeable in so many different ways didn't know--or refused to know, by thinking little of it--sensations like these.]

[As she spoke to him, their lips just barely touching one another, the sides of his mouth turned up into a small smile. Had enough? No, when he thought about it he wasn't quite ready to stop. He didn't actually want to, he realized that his so called control had left him, and he didn't want to have this sensation leave him. She was wrong, as usual, wrong about what she figured he thought of her. She still assumed she was a lower life form, who's not even worthy enough to be a slave? Hardly the case, he wouldn't allow anyone he thought to be filth to even touch him, let alone sit atop his lap. Usually he was a cruel sadist, but he found himself acting more gentle than usual right now.

Neuro's hand moved from her stomach up to her cheek yet again, his fingers trailing down her her skin, moving down her neck before resting at her collarbone. He also wondered what kinds of things she was feeling at this moment, if she even felt anything while in the arms of someone he knew she didn't trust. Not like he really cared that much.]

....Hm... I have not. [When he thought about it, she might even taste better than those mysteries.]

[His hand trailing down from her cheek to her collarbone only makes her crane her neck in response. His touch leave a trail of fire down her neck, and the barest of sounds leaves her lips in response. That warmth spreads throughout her body; she enjoys touch, she enjoys the feel of skin. When the feeling passes, she opens her eyes again. She...didn't trust him with many things. She does not know if of when those gentle hands of his would turn vicious and claw at her throat. She does not know if he would eat her eyes. No--she was never certain with anyone. But that danger, this close proximity and the chance that he has her captive within his arms, excites her all the same.

His words are met with a delayed, breathy response of her own.] Mm...hungry, as usual. [Much like her teasing to not kiss him, she takes his hand off her collarbone, moving it away. He can easily move it back, if he so wishes--her fingers interlaced with his is just for show.]

[He allows that hand of his to be taken away from her, even squeezing her hand a bit in response to their fingers now being laced. He didn't mind such a gesture, even lacing their fingers like this was something foreign to him. He was only interested in mysteries, devouring such succulent puzzles and trying to fill that hunger of his. But... In this moment, he found himself wanting something else other than mysteries. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but for once his emotions were taking over rather than his usual logical conclusions.

Neuro leaned forward, his lips moving to her neck, it was his turn to tease her skin. He began to kiss at her flesh, licking at it even. Every so often he would let his sharp teeth graze along her skin, still taking care not to cut her. He let out that low growl, and this time it was intentional, he was enjoying this indeed.]

[She has not been expecting him even to touch any part of her, let alone his lips on her neck. She holds his hand tightly, feeling that tongue along her skin. The way his teeth and lips tease her make her close her eyes, make her--make her moan softly, so soft that it can be described as a sigh. They way she fights, the way she experiences pain, and now too, with pleasure--vey little of it is verbalized; most is expressed with eyes or breath. And here she is, on his lap, letting him do this to her. His soft touch is so strange to her, and this gentleness coming from him almost seems surreal now. At first, she has no idea why he wishes to kiss her skin, when he is only concerned wih himself. Then she realizes that this isn't about making her feel as he feels in this moment, but more that he only wants to experience this for the sake of experience, to taste her skin because he can.

She doesn't mind this. After all, this is still a game. They both should be using this for something. As of now, she is using him as a reminder that she's not worth anything, if she allows herself to be so easily held by an enemy.]

[As Neuro continues to give her neck attention, his hand on her back moves to her front, touching her stomach again. He did want to go further, wanting to explore more of this feeling, but at the same time he figured he should restrain himself. He wanted to know something though, what she was thinking about at this moment. If he were to know what she truly thought about what was running through his mind at this moment, he would correct her- tell her that she wasn't as useless as she thought, but they were both prone to be silent at crucial moments. As his lips moved over her skin, he couldn't keep quiet anymore.]

...Is it you who's had enough? [Neuro moved away from her neck, taking a moment to look up at her] Hm- you're not a slave, or a pet, or a toy-... [He held her hand a bit tighter at that, not wanting to verbally tell her that she's not such filth, but felt it was necessary for her to know. But if she even believed him was another story.]

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hugmyscythe - 2011-12-04 17:24 (UTC) - Expand