[ Now that she's recovering, she can't help but be sassy--anymore than he can apparently help being cocky. (In both senses of the word.) Her tongue absently wets her lower lip as her gaze travels down the rises and falls of the muscular body leading all the way down to his manhood. Definitely, she's interested--but she hasn't made a move to do anything about her clothes in spite of his repeated threats to tear them off or his attempts to goad her into doing it.
Instead, she waits for him to come back down and moves her hands up along the back of his neck and into his hair, massaging into his scalp and not quite pulling on the dark, short hairs at the back of his head. She gently rocks her hips with his, encouragingly--letting him soak and slick his hardness against the bare lips of her sex while she murmurs soft and low against his ear. ]
Of course I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you deep inside me, full and thick and hot. I want to wrap my arms and legs around you, to make you as much a part of me as I can. I want you to let go and give me every inch of you you can.
[ She nips the sensitive skin underneath his ear, hard enough to leave an impression, and lets her sultry tone become a little sharper--no-nonsense. Flipping her in his eagerness was one thing--but now he's making demands? Beneath him or not, she needs to reassert herself. And unlike the virgin on top of her--she has just enough experience that if she really tries to keep it together she can at least feign a cooler head than she actually has.
Also--she's arbitrarily decided for herself she'd like to see all those chiseled muscles in action now that she has a perfect view of them. ]
But a Princess never undresses herself. That's what servants are for.
[ There's an edge of a challenge there and an unspoken command there: Get to work.]
[ It was a dangerous combination that seemed fine tuned to drive him absolutely delirious with want. The proof of her own desire covering his shaft as they mimicked the act they planned on completing once they finished arguing about who exactly would be removing her clothing. She played dirty though, whispering all her erotic demands in his ear as she rocked her body against his cock which seemed to grow even more painfully engorged as they got closer to completing their negotiations.
There wouldn't be any agreements made if she continued to offer up everything he actually wanted in explicit detail, because he actually believed in this moment it was possible to achieve sexual gratification from only spoken words.
How could one creature be so alluring?
He wanted to struggle and fight his desires as long as he could but... She dropped her ace card.]
If you'd just tell me you wanted me to rip your clothes off, I would have gladly complied, Princess.
[ And rip he does. Grinning, Hak started with the fabric at her hip. Both hands gripping the skirt tightly in his fists, muscles flexing and straining as he tore the fabric easily in half, giving it a brief glance before tossing it aside in favor of more interesting things. Hands sliding up her waist, he shoved the fabric of the top up until her breasts were exposed.
Fingers lightly flitting across her exposed skin, teasing a nipple to peak with his thumb before traveling to her shoulder where he proceeded to rip her first sleeve off. It was quickly followed by the other sleeve. ]
Whatever is on your legs is staying. I like them.
[He grasps the edges of the shirt and disposes of the final garment he intended to discard with a throaty groan of effort and force that would be enjoyable for someone observing to watch.
Hands return to her side, sliding up her waist as he pulled her to an almost sitting position with her legs wrapped around him. He leans down just enough to circle one of her nipples with his tongue. His other hand reaches down between them and guides himself to her entrance. Arching upward with his hips as much as force as he could while holding her tightly against him. With a single movement he entered the soaking warmth that waited for him with an emotional moan of pleasure as he pushed tightly up against her core as he deeply embedded himself within her as they became one.]
Shit. This is unreal.
[He moans again as he rocks against her body just slightly.]
[ Having her clothes ripped off wasn't a particular fantasy of hers--but on the other hand, if he was going to insist upon it, then she might as well take advantage of it. And seeing how excited he was to get her naked--well, that was the real turn-on. She hadn't counted on how much colder she'd feel without them, though, and even before he teases her nipple he'll find it's stiffened. ]
They're called stockings
[ Not that she suspects he cares about the name of "whatever's on her legs" as he continues to divest her of the rest of her clothes until she's otherwise completely naked. If she's honest--it's a little intimidating to be seen like this, and if he'd hesitated even once, she might have lost her courage. But Hak knows what he wants--has known for years--and whether it's because of that or some latent monstergirl kink to go with his stocking kink, he's apparently not at all daunted by these things as he pulls her up and against him.
He's incredibly, blissfully warm--hot even-- and she wraps her arms around his neck and shoulders to soak up as much of his body heat as possible, moaning loudly when his mouth captures one of her breasts and again even louder as he finally sinks into her core, deeper and deeper. Instinctively, she presses her thighs tighter around Hak's hips, trying to draw him closer still. ]
Is that how good it feels? It's not even real?
[ There's a sort of tender warmth to her voice--not quite teasing, full of love and amusement. ]
Why don't you try moving? See how real it feels then.
[ She's critiquing him already? He's barely had time to process what he was doing...]
I'm getting to that. Let me take at least a little time and enjoy you.
[His body shifts, hips rocking against her just a little to experiment, which shoots pleasure through his entire body. His tongue trails up her breast, to the crook of her neck before capturing her mouth.
Finally sliding out of her unbelievably slowly until he almost reached his tip before sliding back into the awaiting heat of her.
It was like the stars exploded. Breath caught between a gasp and a moan, he pulled his mouth away just so he could breathe.]
[ She slips her hands down, over his shoulders and across his back as he retreats, and then as he moves forward again, presses her hands against his lower back and rocks her hips into it, helping him to get in deeper. She moans all the way. She can't help but laugh, though, breathless little giggles mingling in at the end, at his insistence that it isn't real. ]
Shhhh. Don't spoil it.
[ She nudges her hips forward a little, or at least tries to. ]
Who’s spoiling what? I can feel your laughter from inside you.
[He gives a little counter pressure as she struggles with getting him to move again. This time he’s the one to laugh a little at her demand. He does comply with her request though and again slowly pull out of her before sliding back in.]
If you’re going to pull me closer, either use your nails or grab my ass.
[He covers her hands with his own and slides them down just below his buttocks. This time, when he slides into her, it’s both fast and hard.]
[Is she spoiling it, though? He's laughing too. And-- ]
You can't say it doesn't feel good, though.
[ She clamps her fingers down against his hard thigh muscles and surges up to meet him on his thrust; a soft, high squeal of delight peeling up the back of her throat. ]
[His hips shift as he thrusts against her, pushing himself even deeper. His mouth seeks out hers before his own hands reach down to move her legs a little wider, fitting against her even tighter.]
I want to do this forever.
SHIT I thought I had responded to this!! three days... I was waiting... and it was my turn. orz.
[ Forever--if only. She presses her hips and her mouth back against him with a harshness that is equal parts desperation to have and desperation to give satisfaction. Beneath them, the bed is starting to creak with their motions punctuated against heavy breathing and the noise their mouths make as they catch and dance. Between kisses, she manages to gasp out, ]
Harder, Hak.
[ If they can't have forever, then--at least they should have as much of this moment as possible. She'll take it--every bit of his longing, of his want. ]
[ Lightheaded and feeling like the stability of the world was twisting on it's axis, Hak tries to follow her directions with long hard strokes into her waiting heat. Her wetness making the friction between them almost non-existent as his cock slides within her at a strong pace. The taste of her on his tongue and the scent of her surrounding him giving way to an environment that was almost too much for him to handle.
His body climbing closer and closer with every thrust to that peak he desired, wanting more than anything to feel that release come while buried deep inside her. Every pulse. Every breath. Every inch of his body he wanted touching her as he finally came undone. But that wasn't enough]
What do you need from me? I need to see you fall apart in my arms. I am so close but I want to see you first.
[ His breath is labored between kisses but his cock slides deep within her as he speaks. He wants her. He's always wanted her. ]
I want to see you come for me. I love you so much. Lose yourself for me.
[ She has to adjust her grip on him--as fun as it was to keep her hands cupped against his ass as he drives himself home into her, he's not the only one who's feeling a bit dizzy and unmoored. Gradually she works her hands up his expansive back to his shoulders and neck and anchors herself to him.
She wants to savor every moment of this. And if he wasn't going away--she might insist that he go first. But it's the only time they have--and she wants--more than her own pleasure, to make him happy. This cute, wonderful, sometimes stupid man (does he really not know how good he's already doing?), that only wants to see her overcome with pleasure.
She grips him harder and shifts her hips, trying to angle them so that he can more easily strike against both the soft special spot inside her as well as that sensitive nub at her front. ]
Just--keep going. Talking.
[ She slides her fingers up and down his straining muscles encouragingly, trying to compensate: her lungs aren't quite burning, but there's a distinct lack of excess air for much conversation at this point. Everything has to be short and sweet now--including his pace. ]
Faster.
[ She's so wet with arousal from his dirty talk that the thighs braced against his body are soaked with her honey, not to mention the slick, soft noises their bodies make as he slides into her velvet heat. If he does it right, it shouldn't be long before he knocks her over the edge. He just needs a little more encouragement--which she does, nibbling her canines against the lobe of his ear as she squirms under him. ]
[ She moves, her hands seeking perch someplace else on his body while she shifts her body just slightly beneath him. His own hands reaching down to slide over her ass which allowed him to quicken his pace and harden his thrusts.
But his head sort of draws a blank when she asks him to keep talking...and he chuckles at the irony against her lips.]
I don't know what to say.
[ He didn't even realize he'd been talking so much this entire time, but then she keens his name right in his ear and he feels it all the way to his toes. A groan purrs in the back of his throat as his body tightens from the sound of her voice. Teeth clenching together as he rocks against her, his breath is practically held as he's willing his body to not give into the release it's begging for. ]
[ It's a hell of a time to become tongue-tied or self-conscious, that's for sure. Luckily it doesn't seem to actually be holding him back. Or her, either; she rocks her hips back up against him, extra hard, grinding herself against him as he calls her Hime-san, which up until now she's objected to on the basis that she would prefer him to feel comfortable using her name. But--she can't deny there's a sort of allure to the title and the subtle familiarity entwined with the power dynamic it evokes. Her fingers curl reflexively, tight, nails digging into his skin. ]
Hak! I'm--
[ Close. No. Over the edge. She misjudged how close it was (and well--maybe that's all for the best?) and with an electric shudder sails right on past. Where he feels his pleasure in his toes, hers lances her through the bottom of her feet and the palms of her hands and radiate as though spikes of lightning are heading inside and straight to her core--which spasms around him, tight and hot and even wetter than before, encouraging him to follow her.
And, as promised--as she cries out with her release--she sinks her teeth against his shoulder, not at all aware enough of what she's doing to be gentle. ]
[ There's a minor panic as she buries her face in his shoulder, but not what she'd expect. ]
Hey. Hey, I wanted to see your face.
[But that's not what's going to happen as her body pulses to life around him and he's just gone, pushed past the point of any chance of control. The building pressure that filled his body snapped like a rubber band with a frantic thrust--and then a second that he doesn't withdraw.
The tension within him releases with a loud moan of pleasure, heartbeat pulsing throughout his body as if every beat eliminated just a little more of that pressure as his warm seed filled her womb, two...three...four times as his lips press against her temple...the only part of her they can reach at the moment. Blissfully his eyes close, the blackness interrupted by splashes of color as he tries to catch his breath. Hands still gripping her ass against himself, still buried within her even as his erection finally starts to subside. He presses another kiss to her temple before speaking, his voice winded and ragged from emotion. ]
I don't want to move. I want to stay like this forever.
[ She reaches up--is somewhat amazed she can; her whole body feels loose and flimsy now, muscles filled with a glowing lassitude--to stroke his hair as she shifts her face so he can see it--if he opens his eyes again, anyway. ]
You have to use your words if you want something, Hak.
[ Secretly--she's sorry, to have ruined his moment. She really wanted it to be everything he was hoping for. But if she apologizes, that will only serve to make things worse--if prior experience has taught her anything. Instead, she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth and continues to pet his hair. ]
If it was up to me, you could.
[ Part of her desperately wonders how long they have left. An equally large part of her is too afraid to find out. ]
I think we should get clean and dressed, though. I don't want anyone else to see you naked.
[ But it was already everything he was hoping for. More, really. He leans into her touch as she pats his hair, pressing his head against her forehead after she kisses him unexpectedly. He opens his eyes before pulling away and out of her, giving her a smile. ]
I didn't bring any clothes to wear.
[ He reaches down and takes the YOUkai team top from where on the bed he'd tossed it. He wraps her up in it, taking her hands one at a time to slip her arms into the sleeves.]
I planned on leaving my clothes to you. I don't need any.
[ He lays back on the bed, pulling her down on top of him. ]
I don't want to miss even another second with you.
I didn't mean for you to give me all of your clothes!
[ JUST ONE SET! YOU NEED A SET!? HAK? His clothes are still warm from his residual body heat, though, and--it feels undeniably good and warm in them. Still! ]
I didn't mean for you to leave without anything.
[ And although he declared he doesn't want to miss a second and set her down on top of him, she's squirming around--like she's trying to get off of him. ]
[ He just shrugs. He doesn’t have much control over what they did once he was gone.]
I would hope it would look like you really liked him. Besides, I’m the one that dragged you off and started this.
[And speaking of starting things, one of his hands is sliding slowly from her hip to her waist and continuing up until fingers start caressing the underside of her breast. Desire slowly starting to infiltrate the edges of his senses and starting stirring things to life. ]
I--am completely aware of all that, however--you--are still my bodyguard, and my friend and--it's important to me that I take care of you properly!
[ And not just--this suddenly re-rejuvenated libido. She reaches down and moves her fingers under his to detach him and attempts again to get off again. ]
she takes her phone with her and--hastily throws on her pajama robe before exiting the room. no need to flash any unitmates who happen to be around.
she comes back minutes later with a plush velvet throw--which she immediately throws on top of his head. because let's be real he's probably still pouting when she gets back. ]
Don't be so upset.
[ She crawls back up onto bed and underneath the blanket. ]
Is it really so bad to take something with you as a reminder of me?
[ There's something else in her hand, too, that she maintains a careful grip of even as she sheds her clothing a second time. These she doesn't want ripped. ]
[ Of course he's pouting still when she returns. But he does take the blanket and cover himself because it can be a little chilly after all that exertion and the lack of her body heat against him.
But when she returns, she's got something grasped in her hand and his curiosity is piqued slightly, though the majority of his attention is watching her remove her robe beneath the throw. Fingers almost instantly grab for her as soon as her skin is exposed.]
If it takes you away from my side for more than a few seconds, yes.
[ But she's already back, so he supposes that's okay. ]
Something is better than nothing. I'd take all of you if I could.
[ His fingers reaching out for her make a convenient target of his hand--which she needed anyway. She reaches back and uses the moment to slip the beaded bracelet over his wrist. ]
... It's no necklace--I can't ever replace that, and I don't want to.
[ The significance of that gift... how happy it made him... that's not something anyone should want to erase or overshadow. But-- ]
I want you to have something from me with you. In case they try to make you forget. Or you start to doubt. When it feels like a dream--you'll still have this as proof.
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[ Now that she's recovering, she can't help but be sassy--anymore than he can apparently help being cocky. (In both senses of the word.) Her tongue absently wets her lower lip as her gaze travels down the rises and falls of the muscular body leading all the way down to his manhood. Definitely, she's interested--but she hasn't made a move to do anything about her clothes in spite of his repeated threats to tear them off or his attempts to goad her into doing it.
Instead, she waits for him to come back down and moves her hands up along the back of his neck and into his hair, massaging into his scalp and not quite pulling on the dark, short hairs at the back of his head. She gently rocks her hips with his, encouragingly--letting him soak and slick his hardness against the bare lips of her sex while she murmurs soft and low against his ear. ]
Of course I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you deep inside me, full and thick and hot. I want to wrap my arms and legs around you, to make you as much a part of me as I can. I want you to let go and give me every inch of you you can.
[ She nips the sensitive skin underneath his ear, hard enough to leave an impression, and lets her sultry tone become a little sharper--no-nonsense. Flipping her in his eagerness was one thing--but now he's making demands? Beneath him or not, she needs to reassert herself. And unlike the virgin on top of her--she has just enough experience that if she really tries to keep it together she can at least feign a cooler head than she actually has.
Also--she's arbitrarily decided for herself she'd like to see all those chiseled muscles in action now that she has a perfect view of them. ]
But a Princess never undresses herself. That's what servants are for.
[ There's an edge of a challenge there and an unspoken command there: Get to work. ]
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She played dirty though, whispering all her erotic demands in his ear as she rocked her body against his cock which seemed to grow even more painfully engorged as they got closer to completing their negotiations.
There wouldn't be any agreements made if she continued to offer up everything he actually wanted in explicit detail, because he actually believed in this moment it was possible to achieve sexual gratification from only spoken words.
How could one creature be so alluring?
He wanted to struggle and fight his desires as long as he could but...
She dropped her ace card.]
If you'd just tell me you wanted me to rip your clothes off, I would have gladly complied, Princess.
[ And rip he does. Grinning, Hak started with the fabric at her hip. Both hands gripping the skirt tightly in his fists, muscles flexing and straining as he tore the fabric easily in half, giving it a brief glance before tossing it aside in favor of more interesting things.
Hands sliding up her waist, he shoved the fabric of the top up until her breasts were exposed.
Fingers lightly flitting across her exposed skin, teasing a nipple to peak with his thumb before traveling to her shoulder where he proceeded to rip her first sleeve off. It was quickly followed by the other sleeve. ]
Whatever is on your legs is staying. I like them.
[He grasps the edges of the shirt and disposes of the final garment he intended to discard with a throaty groan of effort and force that would be enjoyable for someone observing to watch.
Hands return to her side, sliding up her waist as he pulled her to an almost sitting position with her legs wrapped around him. He leans down just enough to circle one of her nipples with his tongue. His other hand reaches down between them and guides himself to her entrance. Arching upward with his hips as much as force as he could while holding her tightly against him. With a single movement he entered the soaking warmth that waited for him with an emotional moan of pleasure as he pushed tightly up against her core as he deeply embedded himself within her as they became one.]
Shit. This is unreal.
[He moans again as he rocks against her body just slightly.]
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They're called stockings
[ Not that she suspects he cares about the name of "whatever's on her legs" as he continues to divest her of the rest of her clothes until she's otherwise completely naked. If she's honest--it's a little intimidating to be seen like this, and if he'd hesitated even once, she might have lost her courage. But Hak knows what he wants--has known for years--and whether it's because of that
or some latent monstergirl kink to go with his stocking kink, he's apparently not at all daunted by these things as he pulls her up and against him.He's incredibly, blissfully warm--hot even-- and she wraps her arms around his neck and shoulders to soak up as much of his body heat as possible, moaning loudly when his mouth captures one of her breasts and again even louder as he finally sinks into her core, deeper and deeper. Instinctively, she presses her thighs tighter around Hak's hips, trying to draw him closer still. ]
Is that how good it feels? It's not even real?
[ There's a sort of tender warmth to her voice--not quite teasing, full of love and amusement. ]
Why don't you try moving? See how real it feels then.
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I'm getting to that. Let me take at least a little time and enjoy you.
[His body shifts, hips rocking against her just a little to experiment, which shoots pleasure through his entire body. His tongue trails up her breast, to the crook of her neck before capturing her mouth.
Finally sliding out of her unbelievably slowly until he almost reached his tip before sliding back into the awaiting heat of her.
It was like the stars exploded. Breath caught between a gasp and a moan, he pulled his mouth away just so he could breathe.]
Liar. Still isn't real.
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Shhhh. Don't spoil it.
[ She nudges her hips forward a little, or at least tries to. ]
Do it again. I want more.
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[He gives a little counter pressure as she struggles with getting him to move again. This time he’s the one to laugh a little at her demand. He does comply with her request though and again slowly pull out of her before sliding back in.]
If you’re going to pull me closer, either use your nails or grab my ass.
[He covers her hands with his own and slides them down just below his buttocks. This time, when he slides into her, it’s both fast and hard.]
I want to hear what your want. More what?
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You can't say it doesn't feel good, though.
[ She clamps her fingers down against his hard thigh muscles and surges up to meet him on his thrust; a soft, high squeal of delight peeling up the back of her throat. ]
You. I--want more of you. All of you.
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[You're amazing.]
You've always had everything. Take it all.
[His hips shift as he thrusts against her, pushing himself even deeper. His mouth seeks out hers before his own hands reach down to move her legs a little wider, fitting against her even tighter.]
I want to do this forever.
SHIT I thought I had responded to this!! three days... I was waiting... and it was my turn. orz.
Harder, Hak.
[ If they can't have forever, then--at least they should have as much of this moment as possible. She'll take it--every bit of his longing, of his want. ]
haha I wondered
His body climbing closer and closer with every thrust to that peak he desired, wanting more than anything to feel that release come while buried deep inside her. Every pulse. Every breath. Every inch of his body he wanted touching her as he finally came undone. But that wasn't enough]
What do you need from me? I need to see you fall apart in my arms. I am so close but I want to see you first.
[ His breath is labored between kisses but his cock slides deep within her as he speaks. He wants her. He's always wanted her. ]
I want to see you come for me. I love you so much. Lose yourself for me.
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She wants to savor every moment of this. And if he wasn't going away--she might insist that he go first. But it's the only time they have--and she wants--more than her own pleasure, to make him happy. This cute, wonderful, sometimes stupid man (does he really not know how good he's already doing?), that only wants to see her overcome with pleasure.
She grips him harder and shifts her hips, trying to angle them so that he can more easily strike against both the soft special spot inside her as well as that sensitive nub at her front. ]
Just--keep going. Talking.
[ She slides her fingers up and down his straining muscles encouragingly, trying to compensate: her lungs aren't quite burning, but there's a distinct lack of excess air for much conversation at this point. Everything has to be short and sweet now--including his pace. ]
Faster.
[ She's so wet with arousal from his dirty talk that the thighs braced against his body are soaked with her honey, not to mention the slick, soft noises their bodies make as he slides into her velvet heat. If he does it right, it shouldn't be long before he knocks her over the edge. He just needs a little more encouragement--which she does, nibbling her canines against the lobe of his ear as she squirms under him. ]
Hak.
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But his head sort of draws a blank when she asks him to keep talking...and he chuckles at the irony against her lips.]
I don't know what to say.
[ He didn't even realize he'd been talking so much this entire time, but then she keens his name right in his ear and he feels it all the way to his toes. A groan purrs in the back of his throat as his body tightens from the sound of her voice. Teeth clenching together as he rocks against her, his breath is practically held as he's willing his body to not give into the release it's begging for. ]
Again. Say it again, Hime-san. Just like that.
[Apparently he's found his words again.]
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Hak! I'm--
[ Close. No. Over the edge. She misjudged how close it was (and well--maybe that's all for the best?) and with an electric shudder sails right on past. Where he feels his pleasure in his toes, hers lances her through the bottom of her feet and the palms of her hands and radiate as though spikes of lightning are heading inside and straight to her core--which spasms around him, tight and hot and even wetter than before, encouraging him to follow her.
And, as promised--as she cries out with her release--she sinks her teeth against his shoulder, not at all aware enough of what she's doing to be gentle. ]
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Hey. Hey, I wanted to see your face.
[But that's not what's going to happen as her body pulses to life around him and he's just gone, pushed past the point of any chance of control. The building pressure that filled his body snapped like a rubber band with a frantic thrust--and then a second that he doesn't withdraw.
The tension within him releases with a loud moan of pleasure, heartbeat pulsing throughout his body as if every beat eliminated just a little more of that pressure as his warm seed filled her womb, two...three...four times as his lips press against her temple...the only part of her they can reach at the moment. Blissfully his eyes close, the blackness interrupted by splashes of color as he tries to catch his breath. Hands still gripping her ass against himself, still buried within her even as his erection finally starts to subside. He presses another kiss to her temple before speaking, his voice winded and ragged from emotion. ]
I don't want to move. I want to stay like this forever.
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You have to use your words if you want something, Hak.
[ Secretly--she's sorry, to have ruined his moment. She really wanted it to be everything he was hoping for. But if she apologizes, that will only serve to make things worse--if prior experience has taught her anything. Instead, she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth and continues to pet his hair. ]
If it was up to me, you could.
[ Part of her desperately wonders how long they have left. An equally large part of her is too afraid to find out. ]
I think we should get clean and dressed, though. I don't want anyone else to see you naked.
[ Certainly not a bunch of thirsty viewers. ]
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I didn't bring any clothes to wear.
[ He reaches down and takes the YOUkai team top from where on the bed he'd tossed it. He wraps her up in it, taking her hands one at a time to slip her arms into the sleeves.]
I planned on leaving my clothes to you. I don't need any.
[ He lays back on the bed, pulling her down on top of him. ]
I don't want to miss even another second with you.
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[ JUST ONE SET! YOU NEED A SET!? HAK? His clothes are still warm from his residual body heat, though, and--it feels undeniably good and warm in them. Still! ]
I didn't mean for you to leave without anything.
[ And although he declared he doesn't want to miss a second and set her down on top of him, she's squirming around--like she's trying to get off of him. ]
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[ But he has no plans on going back there. Even if they could teleport back and forth together and not impact the time they have together at all. ]
They didn’t let me have my own clothes when I got here so I doubt wherever I’m going I’ll need them.
But more importantly—
[He tightens his hold on her in an attempt to stop her wiggling. ]
Is there a reason you’re trying to get away from me?
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You can't just go around unprepared assuming that they'll cloth you; they might drop you somewhere cold completely naked without any warning!
[ They're REAL sadists; they might do that! And moreover-- ]
Just how would it look if I let my bodyguard go unclothed after he whisked me away! Do you really want people to think I'm such a beast? Let me up.
[ she needs to take CARE OF HIM, how does he not see that ]
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I would hope it would look like you really liked him. Besides, I’m the one that dragged you off and started this.
[And speaking of starting things, one of his hands is sliding slowly from her hip to her waist and continuing up until fingers start caressing the underside of her breast. Desire slowly starting to infiltrate the edges of his senses and starting stirring things to life. ]
I’m perfectly content here just like this.
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I--am completely aware of all that, however--you--are still my bodyguard, and my friend and--it's important to me that I take care of you properly!
[ And not just--this suddenly re-rejuvenated libido. She reaches down and moves her fingers under his to detach him and attempts again to get off again. ]
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But fine. Go.
He's just going to stay here laying on her bed and...pout. Like a spoiled child. ]
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she takes her phone with her and--hastily throws on her pajama robe before exiting the room. no need to flash any unitmates who happen to be around.
she comes back minutes later with a plush velvet throw--which she immediately throws on top of his head. because let's be real he's probably still pouting when she gets back. ]
Don't be so upset.
[ She crawls back up onto bed and underneath the blanket. ]
Is it really so bad to take something with you as a reminder of me?
[ There's something else in her hand, too, that she maintains a careful grip of even as she sheds her clothing a second time. These she doesn't want ripped. ]
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But when she returns, she's got something grasped in her hand and his curiosity is piqued slightly, though the majority of his attention is watching her remove her robe beneath the throw. Fingers almost instantly grab for her as soon as her skin is exposed.]
If it takes you away from my side for more than a few seconds, yes.
[ But she's already back, so he supposes that's okay. ]
Something is better than nothing. I'd take all of you if I could.
[ He still doesn't know what she's holding.]
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[ His fingers reaching out for her make a convenient target of his hand--which she needed anyway. She reaches back and uses the moment to slip the beaded bracelet over his wrist. ]
... It's no necklace--I can't ever replace that, and I don't want to.
[ The significance of that gift... how happy it made him... that's not something anyone should want to erase or overshadow. But-- ]
I want you to have something from me with you. In case they try to make you forget. Or you start to doubt. When it feels like a dream--you'll still have this as proof.
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