[ Weiss is flushed, but not to the point where she doesn't have any bark left in her. Their eyes meet, finally, and for a good few moments, she also tries to take him all in.
Funny how this was all about the chips at first. She's certainly changed her mind now. He's hot, human, demon, whatever he might be. And who wouldn't want the attention of a king? It's intentional at this point, the way she tries to rile him up. The possessive growl is pretty hot, but maybe she can get a bit more...? ]
Definitely going to get rid of those marks later.
[ It's said to pose a challenge. Wouldn't he want to make sure she wouldn't be able to wipe it off with her Aura? Doesn't even matter where he bites next, at this point. ]
[The comment makes him squeeze her thighs harder, bite her harder, low on her throat, the junction of her neck and shoulder blade. His teeth are relentless, and he makes sure there's enough force to bruise the skin as he bites. His teeth are still pressed against her when he speaks next.]
I'm going to make sure you're unable to get rid of them. [He says, swallowing thickly, voice low. This isn't him, isn't normally him, anyway. Something about the atmosphere, the way the demons are clamoring in him, making him almost dizzy.]
I'm going to mark you so everyone knows you're mine.
[ She cranes her neck, gives him more access to be able to bite, more of her skin for him to use and mark. ]
Are you mad?
[ Mad at her? Mad that she can actually heal her wounds and bruises in an instant? Not that they've talked about it in detail, just that she uses the manifestation of her soul to be able to do that. It's a nice little trick, and one that she never thought she could use in this way, holding it as leverage for more.
She laughs, soft and childlike, an innocence to it in that she really is enjoying this. This was an unexpected turn of events, and even Weiss didn't think she would enjoy teasing someone like this. It's making her feel light-headed, pleasure, excitement, bliss, and the heat she's feeling making her lose any common sense she has remaining. ]
[There's another growl in response, one that's less human and more animalistic sounding. She's saying these things while offering her neck to him, and he wonders then, what if he bit harder? What if he broke that pretty pale skin and made her bleed?
It's an alluring idea, and he bites down on the junction of her shoulder and neck, breaking the skin there. He said he wouldn't eat her, but it's hard to not find the allure to do so when red hot blood hits his tongue and he tastes magnetite so strongly from it.
It's unfortunate, then. It hazes his senses further, and his tongue laps against the area he's bitten eagerly.]
[ Her voice is sharp when she cries out, writhing, pushing him, and squirming to be let go. It's a sudden rush that sends blood back to her head, the pleasant haze she's been experiencing immediately disappearing as if it was never there.
It stings. Even though Weiss did push him to this point, she certainly doesn't see it as any reason to actually hurt her! Little dots of red line her neck like jewels alongside the bruises he's made, but these are not gems she's proud to wear on her neck. Or anywhere else. ]
Don't do that!
[ She just wanted to have some fun why is he this way... She doesn't even look mad. Yet. There's legitimate concern in her expression that shows he crossed a line. Then again... so did she. ]
[The sharp tone of her crying out actually isn't very much of a deterrent, neither is her pushing against him and squirming. His tongue agitates the wound as she pushes against him, but it's not until she actually tells him not to do that does he pull away, mouth slightly smeared with red.
Which, unfortunately is the same colour as his eyes right now, pupils catlike and dark as he watches her.]
Can't handle it?
[He certainly sounds pleased with himself about it. Like he's aware he definitely crossed a line, but thinks nothing of it.]
[ He has every right to be pleased, it seems. She's offended that he would even think that, and that's somehow overridden any worry and fear she may have had from that bite. ]
That was nothing!
[ She says it indignantly, placing her palm over the sore spots for a moment so she can concentrate her Aura on there. It takes a few seconds for the bruises and wounds to heal, but when she puts her hand down, it's as if he'd never even done anything to her. ]
But if you think you're getting any more out of me if do anything worse than that, then you're dead wrong, "Your Majesty".
[Her doing that gives him a moment to study what she does, how she concentrates that "Aura" of hers to heal the wounds and bruises he's inflicted. This close, he finds that there's a pleasing scent to it.
Makes sense, if it's part of her soul, and it makes sense that he'd like to consume it, as a demon.]
So you're saying you don't mind bleeding a little, then?
[One hand lets go of her so that he can wipe at his mouth, only to lick that same blood off his hand.]
[He doesn't really see it as such, because to him, eating her would involve a lot more unpleasant things. This is only it by the barest of definitions, in his opinion. In that the blood is hers and he licked it up.]
How would you like me to make you feel good, then?
[He's open to suggestion, so long as it lets him get his teeth back on her. For now, it's just his lips as he leans in to mouth against her throat again with kisses that seem almost apologetic.]
[ This boy is teetering on thin ice. He better make it up to her after all this, or else she really is shoving him off.
(Isn't it a good thing this girl is thirsty. . .)
She remains indignant for now, if a little pouty. His mouth against her throat gets her to shudder unintentionally, back to being tense compared to how relaxed she was earlier. He really has a lot of making up to do, and that includes getting her to warm up to him again. The kisses are working, albeit slowly. He's going to have to do more than that. ]
[A far cry from how he was when they first started talking and interacting less than 20 minutes ago? 25, if they're generous?
He uses the hand he'd licked her blood up from to brush a thumb gently at her lower lip as he continues to mouth against her neck. He's not biting or leaving bruises this time, at least not yet. She wants him to make it up to her, and she's leaving him to figure out how.
It's a big ask, considering the fact that they have only known each other such a little amount of time.
The hand supporting her gives the backs of her thighs a gentle squeeze.]
[ Though that may be subject to change. Right now, she's not too excited to compliment him any further than that after what he just did. Weiss is not that forgiving.
But she is learning. He hasn't completely killed the mood, at least, leaving her to close her eyes and at least trust he wouldn't do anything like that again. Instincts tell her to try and relax, mouth opening a little more with the weight on her lip like that. Her tongue brushes against it ever so slightly that if he wasn't paying attention, he would have missed it. ]
[He says with a soft chuckle against her skin. Honestly, he's not offended by her saying it so crassly. He did bite her hard enough to make her bleed, and he figures it's a fair enough payback.
Even if he does think she deserved it, at least a little.
The trust is rewarded, for what it's worth. He still doesn't bite, but the tongue against his thumb is noted, noted enough that the quick, barely there action sends another shiver down his spine.
Is it rude then, that he presses his thumb a little more firmly? A suggestion more than anything else, and she's free to make her displeasure about it known if it isn't something she wants. She's already made it clear in the past where her limits are, so surely if this is one he'll know about it soon.]
[ She's still mad at him!! Don't think he can get away that easily because he called her beautiful!!!!
She's so, so tempted to bark back and get angry, and the way her body tenses, shoulders hiking up for a second, as she makes a noise of protest is indication of a retort. But she bites it down, huffing in frustration instead.
It does bring his thumb into her mouth in an awkward fashion, but she fixes it for him, swirling her tongue around it, lifting it to slightly push it back out. Only to purse her lips up and bring it back in, sucking on it lightly. ]
[He can't get away with it? Not even a little bit?
He really does think he's about to get it for real this time with the way she tenses up and the way her shoulders pull back, but then all she does is give an indignant huff, and while she doesn't relax back against him again, she does suck and swirl her tongue around his finger.
She's rewarded with another soft groan, and on another lick, he gently presses his thumb against her tongue, just a little bit of pressure to encourage more of the action as he slowly brings his teeth back into the foray. Very, very gently, the barest hint of any sort of pressure on his bites really, and he makes it a point to lick and kiss the spots he chooses after.]
[ He's being real annoying with all this biting. So much so that she's already thinking about getting back at him, even if he does make it up to her. What would he do if she decided to bite back? It might just be something she'll try later on.
His finger doesn't get bitten, though. In fact, Weiss plays with it with her tongue some more. A salty sort of treat, sucking on it like candy. It provides an ample distraction from any pain she's anticipating to feel, even if her teeth to graze against his thumb for a second or two. ]
[ There's still no reprimand for having his thumb in her mouth, and he's feeling fairly confident at this point there wont be any to come. The confidence manifests in continuing to occasionally press down against her tongue, to stroke it gentle as she sucks on his fingers.
An idle thought passes of what else she could possibly be doing instead with her mouth and tongue, but for the confidence he has, it's still not anywhere near enough to suggest especially when shes already upset with him. Is she still upset? It's hard to tell at this point. She doesn't seem upset, anyway.
(He has no clue that yes, she is in fact, still upset.)
His breath hitches gently as her teeth connect with his thumb, however gently. Maybe a little hint that getting him back via biting would probably just encourage him, unfortunately.
Though he doesn't quite respond in kind, instead nuzzling against her and inhaling sharply. There's still the faint smell of her blood there, but also that of her and her magnetite and what feels like a dozen other scents she carries that he's likely only picking up because he's a demon now.
It makes him groan again, still soft, still breathy, and this time when he bites it's more firm, just under her ear, but still nothing as bruising as it had been earlier. ]
[ For all the fuss Weiss has shown earlier, excitement runs in her veins whenever his teeth are on her. What the hell? She's going to have to think long and hard about this afterwards, because right now, she's curious about the sensations she'd feel if his mouth were elsewhere. What if the dice had rolled into some sort of "bite breast" sort of result?
The next time she breathes out through her mouth, it's heavy, her voice slightly strained. It seems the spot under her ear is more sensitive than her neck, getting her to squirm just a little and even flex her fingers that are on his chest. ]
Mm, hey... [ This is taking a step further, but hell, Weiss doesn't want to think about it now. She'll figure it out later. His finger is still in her mouth, tongue swirling around it as she maneuvers it around as she speaks. ] Is that all you're ever going to do with your mouth?
[Because she's made it clear that they won't be going to a room, or at least, that she doesn't intend to go to a room. And that... means that putting his mouth anywhere else is likely going to be met with reprimand.
He pulls his thumb from her mouth, dragging it down her lip and to her chin. ]
He pulls away from her first, and admittedly the cool air suddenly between them is a bit of a surprise, but not one that's stopping him from once more shifting her in his hold, one arm going to her knees and the other to brace her back as he lifts her, and does it with ease.
He's still grinning as he walks with her, and he leans in, kisses her cheek like this is something incredibly romantic.
Thankfully for the both of them, there's a room not too far away, and he taps his watch against it to pay, because he's playing the part of gentleman.]
I'm still going to kill if you if you decide to eat me.
[ That made no sense at all. But it will happen. She will see to it. ]
But, I did change my mind. [ Evidenced by her arms around his neck now. ] I think I deserve to have some fun after everything I've gone through lately.
[He still has zero inclination to eat her. Taste, yes, eat, no. Of course that does involve maybe consuming a little more blood, but mostly he's interested in that Aura of hers right now.
He'll lay her, on the bed. And hover over her, and stay there for the moment.]
... Hey. How far did you want this to go?
[Just so he knows what it is to expect. This is a boundary he absolutely doesn't want to overstep.]
Yes. I'll be the most painful stomachache you'll ever experience.
[ She's so threatening.
She looks a lot smaller on the bed like this, with him hovering over him. She doesn't look particularly intimidated, but his question does give her pause. ]
Can we... not go all the way? [ God, she can't believe she's saying this. This is embarrassing, and he better not laugh at her. ] I don't think I'm ready for that just yet.
[ Despite the innocence she holds, though, she isn't really all that pure. Not in the way that she'd like to appear, anyway. ]
[Kazuya flushes a brilliant red colour when she says that she'll use her mouth on him, and honestly, he had been thinking about it, about her tongue doing to him what it'd been doing to his thumb while it had been in her mouth.
Kazuya inhales sharply, but shakes his head.]
Don't worry about me if you're not comfortable with it. It's not like I can't just take care of it myself.
[He doesn't want her to feel obligated in anyway. Not that he thinks she would be, but he wants to make sure.]
Edited (english is my first and only language) 2023-12-24 07:35 (UTC)
[ It's nice he's being considerate of her now, considering what he was saying a while ago about making her his and all that stuff. There's a part of her that feels offended that he'd leave here without her being able to... satisfy him, more because of course she can do it, but she makes no mention of it. ]
I guess you do have what it takes to be a king, after all.
[That comment does, genuinely, make him smile. He's heard it before from Naoya, but this is different. This, she means with his attitude, and not the sheer power he holds, or the fact that he's someone who has been dead so long that's just been reincarnated.
It... makes him feel better, actually. To have someone completely not in the know say something. All she knows is that he's the King of Demons.
There's no humanity left in him, but comments like that make it a little easier to bear.]
Gotta say, you'd be putting the crown on me yourself if you'd seen the other demons in the running.
[Demons who are very much still present inside him, but they're thankfully quiet for the moment. He leans in, presses his forehead to hers, grinning. One eye turns back to blue from where it'd been red in that moment.]
I guess we're both lucky, then. I'll pass on meeting them.
[ Because what the hell man. You can't just drop a line like that all of a sudden? It certainly sends a chill down her spine, and not in a good way. His eye turning red doesn't make things any better, either. For once, she felt actual fear for a second.
Weiss truly does hate appearing vulnerable in front of others, though. Despite the position they're in, she keeps her chin up. Their foreheads are pressed together, their faces so close, so she doesn't need to make her voice so loud. ]
I doubt you'd let that happen, anyway. Who are you going to bite if they eat me?
[He laughs again in response. She doesn't know, it's not her fault.]
I consumed all of the other demons that were in the running for being king of all demons. They're part of me now. But as for who I'd bite if you did get eaten... I'm sure I could find someone else around here. Maybe not as tasty though.
[But! He did catch that quick scent of fear, and he doesn't want to make her afraid. So it's time to do something incredibly silly, and kiss the tip of her nose. Just something to hopefully make it obvious that he's not about to pull a fast one on her and actually try to eat her.]
Would you feel better if you were on top?
[Because he does kind of have her pinned underneath him, and that's gotta be some sort of intimidating, right?]
You sure know how to ruin the mood. This is like, the third time now.
[ But she's not too bothered by it now. It's more of an exaggeration than anything else, because it's not like anything worse can happen now, right? She only lets out a soft laugh, before she shakes her head to answer the question. ]
Not right now, no.
[ Maybe another time. At least, that's certainly what she's implying here. ]
Just trying to keep us both from getting out of control, you know?
[If he ruins the mood constantly, then neither of them can make excruciatingly bad decisions because they're solely in hornybrain mode! He's helping. Weiss does not want to get bit hard enough to bleed again, right?
Like he's still not hard in his pants, despite everything.
Another kiss, this time to her lips that's incredibly fleeting as he kisses down her jaw, her neck, to her sternum. Hopefully this is done before she gets upset with him again.
As for his hands... Well, he only needs one to balance himself, really. The other finds it's way to her thigh where he gives a gentle squeeze.]
[ Please trust, Weiss has already made a bad decision the moment she decided to play the dice game to begin with. There is no need to make good ones now, because it's not like it can be overturned. Though she highly doubts she'd ever "get out of control". That's really more for him then, huh?
Laying in bed, her back against the mattress, she can raise her knee, resting her foot on the mattress. He can touch her more— he's practically giving him open permission. The skirt of her dress slips down, barely any cloth covering her thigh anymore. ]
You're not just going to get pinched if you do.
[ But for now? She has no complaints. He's treating her well, getting her blood pumping, exciting her once again. ]
[Yeah, here's the kicker, Kazuya has never, ever, ever been in this kind of situation. He's seen videos online but also he knows very much that those are more acted than anything genuine.
So he's really just working it out as he goes! Please be kind, because the problem he immediately comes up against is her dress. Does he pull it down to plant more kisses like he's seen? Or is it better to pull it off and up, leaving her more or less entirely exposed?
What a conundrum.
Kazuya settles for adjusting and tugging the shoulder straps down so that he can pull her dress down, at least for the moment, so he can continue kissing lower and lower, sucking a little trail of red marks to the top of her breasts as his hand slowly rubs circles higher and higher up her thigh until it meets more cloth.]
[ He's lucky this isn't an expensive dress and just something she got from the department store. Were this dress something from home, she'd have gotten mad for mishandling the goods. Please unzip the dress first before pulling parts of it down or off!
Weiss can't even come up with something smart or sarcastic to say about how confused he looked with regard to her dress. While she invited him to do more with her mouth, his lips trailing downwards surprise her more than it should.
Her back arches ever so slightly, all the while her skin feels like it's on fire. Her chest definitely appreciates the attention, especially when she's never felt anything like this before. Kazuya's doing a good job of making her discover things she likes, even unintentionally.
As for her own hands, well... it wouldn't be fair if she kept it to herself now, would it? She can't exactly reciprocate the gesture and touch him or pepper kisses along his neck, but she can at least weave her fingers into his hair. ]
[He doesn't know!!! He's never taken off a dress before! Be nice.
The fingers threading in his hair make him hum slightly against her skin. Another interesting sensation, and one that he kind of finds he likes. There's a weight to her hands there that's comfortingly familiar, and he makes a pleased little sound as he decides that yes, that's not only good contact, but encouragement that he's doing something good.
If the way she presses into him is any indication, anyway.
And alright, cool. He's gotten to her breasts, and thankfully it seems... fairly straight forward? It's just more nipping, sucking, kissing, from what he understands, and even if all he has is some knowledge gleaned from adult videos online, it's still something.
So he tests, swirling his tongue around her nipple while looking upwards to see if it's a favourable reaction or not, and if she makes any noises because of it that are obviously of her liking it, he'll take the bud into his mouth and suck a little.]
[ Favourable. Favourable. Definitely favourable. Weiss finds that it tickles, but at the same time, she likes it. She like it enough to want to watch and see what he's doing, her upper half practically exposed for him now. If he pulls her dress down some more or completely, he'd find a combination of burnt skin and a large scar just below her her right breast. Right now, she doesn't even realise the implications of what her body might look like to someone else. Not when she's at the edge of her seat with all this excitement.
Her nail lightly scratches his scalp, a gesture of encouragement more than anything else. God, this feels so hot, and she's enjoying all of it. Her nipples grow erect slowly with each passing swirl of his tongue, and him sucking elicits a hot and heavy sigh out of her. ]
[The noises she makes, the way she sighs and scratches at his scalp make him give his own hum of appreciation around her.
He wants more of those noises, and he does, indeed, pull her dress lower, revealing the scar and burnt skin and he only pauses momentarily before he kisses that too, runs his tongue along the edges of it. It's not like he doesn't have his own fair share of them, and he's certainly not about to judge her for having them. It's a neat little piece of her, and he can't help but wonder how she got it.
Which is more of an idle thought, maybe she'll tell him after they're done here. Right now he focuses on moving that hand on her upper thigh, running his fingers along the edges of her underwear teasingly.]
[ Weiss takes care of her body; she has a skincare routine which she follows extensively whenever she can. After all, she'd been pulled into another world prior to waking up here. That was certainly the only time she hasn't been taking care of herself physically. Despite that though, she doesn't feel a sense of shame when her scar gets exposed. There's nothing wrong with having one or two when you're constantly fighting. ]
You know...
[ Are they allowed to talk while his hands are all over her? She hopes so, because this is pretty important. And no, she isn't going to start yet another argument with him this time. ]
I don't think we've even introduced ourselves to each other.
[ Yet another shudder, squeezing her thighs together as a reflex. She's excited, despite how she acts. There's a bit of a damp spot already in her underwear, if he touched closer to that area. ]
[At that he lifts his head, lets his chin rest on the scar, and just grins.]
Did you want to? Or would you rather keep this completely anonymous for the time being?
[Either way, he's absolutely going to be pressing his thumb into that wet spot in a moment, because that's the name of the game. He's just not so crass as to immediately go for it when he's heard all about how the build up is important for girls.
So he teases the edge of her underwear, stroking along her inner thighs a few times once she finally relaxes enough to part them... And then he goes for it, a light pressure as he rubs his thumb against the wetness there. It's new, it's novel. He did this. She's wet because of him.
To be fair, he's also hard because of her, and his pants are incredibly uncomfortable, but he did mean it when he said he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.]
Yes, being anonymous to one another is truly the epitome of romance, Your Majesty.
[ This boy couldn't woo her if he tried. And yet, here she is in bed with him.
What confidence she may have had right then fades though. She huffs out a soft laugh as she closes her eyes. His touch burns, like his hand could make a mark on her thighs just by touching them. He isn't even being forceful or anything, and yet. Here she is, legs spread, her hips rolling to follow his touch. Just once, mind, as if she's testing the waters, too.
... is this going to feel better when it's someone else doing it? She hopes to find out. ]
[Another hum, and another press of his thumb, rubbing slow, small circles against her through the fabric.]
I don't mind being called that at all, you know. [At least, in this sort of context because it does send pleased little notes from his brain all the way down his spine, a little recognition of who and what he is.]
But I'll give you a choice: Do you want my human name? Or my demon name?
[He's teasing, and though he does detest being called Abel, maybe this might help put that name in new light, if that's the option she chooses.]
[ No, that's a lie. She's a suck up if it's someone of authority whom she respects. For those who just want to lord their titles and power of her, though? She'll do just about everything she can to defy them. ]
I'll stick with your human name...
[ If he ever told her his demon name though, and he pissed her off? You can bet what she's going to use.
Her voice trails off into a hum, eager, pleased, encouraging. Something in her throbs, and she rolls her hips once more to press her core against his hand. Even through the fabric of her underwear, the weight feels good. It feels like she has butterflies in her stomach right now. ]
[And with that, he moves his head so that he can lavish that same attention he'd already given her one breast to the other, though this time he's not completely above sucking a bruise into it, just above her nipple, nipping the spot afterwards with an incredible amount of self satisfaction.
That one will stay there for a bit, he figures.
At least, it will if he distracts her from it, and he certainly fully intends too as he slips his hand under the fabric of her panties to feel her in full, to thumb against her clit in slow, wide strokes.]
[ He's got every right to be satisfied. Weiss isn't even performing songs on stage at this time, but the soft noises of pleasure and approval she makes are melodious and alluring to the ears. ]
Asta.
[ That's all she manages to breathe out, the stimulation she's feeling far too distracting to even say anything more. She'd committed to giving a fake name, so she does. But with her brain going haywire, she doesn't get to introduce herself properly.
A hand flies to cover her mouth and stifle any more noises she might make, because she doesn't want to be loud. They might be in private, but she doesn't want to lose her poise, regardless.
How vulnerable she is now that she can't even try and remain calm. Her piercing gaze from earlier is gone, eyes wide and shining blue, looking straight at him as if to ask for more. Keep going, more. For once, he wouldn't hear words of protest, only beckoning him to continue. With her eyes, with how her clit responds, throbbing at his touch, with how wet she continues to grow from his touch. ]
[ Asta. Somehow it doesn't quite fit her, but he's far from caring in the moment. She's slick to his touch and looking at him with a heat in her gaze that stokes his own.
He groans softly then, around her. Again, Kazuya preens under the knowledge that he did this to her, and while it's not something he'd really think of otherwise, in this moment it's all he can think about.
He pulls his hand away so he can hike up her dress further and bring his body lower, low enough he can press more kisses into the insides of her thighs, teases higher and higher with his tongue until he's pressing it at her through her underwear.
He's not sure what he really expected taste-wise, but it's honestly not bad.]
[ Her exclamation is not protest, but it must have sounded like it. Both her hands fly to her mouth now, all because of his lips burning invisible marks onto her thighs, the feeling bound to stay there for some time. It'll be something she'll be reminded of later on. Dragging his tongue right by her entrance is what gets her to squeak like that, but she quickly shakes her head.
Please ignore her. She's. . . going through A Lot right now.
Is she supposed to feel conscious about this? She doesn't know, but she certainly didn't think that he would do something like this, either! She took a bath, she smells nice enough, at least... she thinks so, anyway. As for how she tastes. . . that's just something he'd have to decide for himself.
But she does think she has to get back at him after this. Return the favour, so to speak. ]
[ There's a few strokes of his tongue against her through her underwear before he pulls away at her command to wait.
He massages her thighs with both of his hands this time, running them higher and higher until he catches the waistband with his fingers and tugs, like he means to remove them. Eventually, anyway.
He watches her with one blue eye and one red eye and has grin that's wide and toothy. ]
[ Oh no. No, no. Why did she say that? Was he not going to continue, then? She shakes her head a couple of times in disbelief, her expression practically asking him if he's serious.
She's stunned. She can't even speak for a good few seconds, unsure if she should even say anything about him using his mouth on her anymore. That would be a bit desperate, wouldn't it? ]
[ He hums in mock thought, tilts his head this way and that like he's considering her words very carefully. ]
Well, I'm not going to do something you dislike so much.
[ He is being such an ass right now. He's very much aware of it.
Kazuya gives a tug again, a little bit of magic, and Asta will find that her underwearare very much suddenly off her body and in his hands. Hope she's not too self-conscious.
The temptation to toss them to the floor is real, but he resists, setting them off to the side on the bed itself.]
Unless you tell me that's what you want.
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[ He really is being an ass. She's sooo frustrated, even moreso at herself for still being turned on regardless. She never gave much thought about her turn-ons, when she's never been in a situation like this before. The discoveries she's making sure are embarrassing ones...
She squeezes her legs together— rather, she tries to, but with someone in between them, her thighs can't exactly cover her pussy. It remains exposed, a wet sheen over her entrance, and her clit swollen. Her face is so flush as she looks at him—glares at him as if she were intimidating. ]
Maybe... Maybe I changed my mind, too. About... what I said.
[ Ugh... she's already in such an embarrassing situation. There is crying her way out of here, or strangling him, or... lowering her pride. Would he really give her what she wanted if she asked for it properly? She looks conflicted for a good while before her expression softens. There is an attempt to squeeze her legs shut again, thighs moving ever so slightly inward. ]
[Asta is so very, very lucky that Kazuya isn't the type to make her beg. Just a little bit of teasing and she's already singing a different tune to what she had earlier, even if he'd already known that this hadn't been what she meant.]
I guess that's good enough for me.
[Also, like, she did say please, in that small little voice with her face flushed so pretty and her thighs squeezing against him gently. It's enough for him, and he'll lower himself back down, moving both hands to either of her thighs to open her up a little more and make it easier for him to slot his tongue against her core and slowly lick at the wetness accumulated around her pussy.
He can taste her in full now, and he finds that while he hadn't minded the taste of her before, through her underwear, he really, really doesn't mind it now. It sparks a pleasant little shock down his spine and into his gut.]
[ Her head hits the pillow with a thump. He said that was good enough for him, so he would... continue, right? It feels like she won but lost at the same time. This feeling of victory is not fun at all...
And yet, here she is, with her heart racing. She can hear the thump, thump, thumping when she closes her eyes to try and push away the thoughts of frustration building up. He might really get strangled if she doesn't calm herself down, if she doesn't concentrate on the better parts of what is happening. She's not sure why she feels so flustered and turned on at the same time, but she figures she may as well figure it out later on.
Focus on the better parts. ]
Oh— [ Her hands cover her mouth once more. Her toes curl inward. Her whole body tenses up, back arching slightly.
Kazuya would have more to lick, more to taste, more to drink. Weiss—rather, Asta—can only get wetter if he continues. It feels like such a small gesture, yet Weiss feels it all—senses it all. Every little thing he could do to her feels heightened right now, but when it's only just started again, she can't let herself relax too. He just might take it away from her again all of a sudden. ]
[ It's a little surprising how wet she is, just from a few flicks of his tongue. There's more with every swipe, more for him to drink up from her and he makes a soft sound for it. Theres a real eagerness from him, to drink up everything that she'll give to him.
There's really no threat of him suddenly stopping again, if the way he presses the flat of his tongue against her, the way he licks her clit is any indication.
Does he know what he's doing? Only a little bit! But Kazuya knows by now if she wants something she'll... tell him, even if it's in a round about way. ]
[ It certainly seems as if he knows what he's doing. Not that Weiss even knows what to expect, either. It's not like she's ever experienced something like this before! The feelings of her own fingers can't quite compare— this is better. So much better.
She lets him continue, laying there, any sounds escaping her, whether whimpers or moans muffled by her hands. She tries to keep it down, at least at the start. But when the pressure in her keeps building up, her clit throbbing wildly, desperate for more, she can't help but call his name. ]
Kazuya— mm! [ That slipped out. She did not want to say his name at all, especially after all that teasing. (Oops.) ]
[Truly unfortunate that she did call his name like that! It makes him stop, briefly, because holy shit. That's the hottest thing he's heard in his life? Someone calling his name in that cadence as he eats them out? Kazuya groans against her softly.
(In the very, very back of his head, he tells himself firmly that this will not be the subject of a fantasy at a later point, because that would absolutely be weird and maybe a little creepy. The demons sure argue for it, though.)
Anyway, he really, really wants to do this right. He's never done it before, but he's seen videos online and there is an unfortunate amount of demons who actually know what he should be doing in this situation.
This time, he listens to them. To a point, anyway.
He wraps his lips around her clit, sucks on it slowly and brings a hand up so that he can gently tease a finger inside her carefully.]
[ It feels like it got a lot warmer in this room. She doesn't even have anything on, completely naked for him, and it feels like the heat is overbearing.
No one in this room would tell him what he's doing is wrong. Weiss doesn't know what "right" even is, in this case, and she certainly has no complaints with what he's doing.
The more he gives attention to her clit, the more it feels as if she's going to lose it. Her hips move, rolling forward to match how he sucks, needing and wanting more of what he can give her. It makes his finger slip inside a little better, her slick providing an easy way in with little resistance. How hot and wet she is, her inner walls so tight, gripping his finger so well.
Her breathing grows heavier, her voice getting louder as she moans. She's already forgotten his transgressions against her. While not forgiven, she certainly holds nothing against him at this time. ]
[ He wants more of those sounds, delights in the warmth they set in him, and he can't help the slight cant of his hips- just once!- Against the bed to get a little relief of his own. It's getting a more than a little uncomfortable now, and part of him desperately wants to shove down his pants and take ahold of himself and stroke himself in time to the movement of her hips rocking against his face.
That would mean taking his hands off her though, and he finds he can't bring himself to do that. Asta comes first, in this circumstance, pun not intended.
He rocks his hand against her, sucks and licks her clit, her pussy, anywhere there's wetness like she's a well in the desert.
[ Asta did say she would use her mouth on him, even if she'd never done it before. It's an offer that she'd act on eventually, because even though she enjoys being spoiled? She's not one to just take and take without returning the favour.
Something for later. Much later, especially when her mind is too clouded and hazy to think of anything else. Kazuya is filling her head with nothing but greed. He's making her sing even though she's not on stage, his name sung in different tones and all sorts of melodies that she's never even tried before.
She's stopped looking, eyes completely shut as she faces sideways on the pillow, mouth agape and not even being covered anymore. It's the sheets one hand is focused on, gripping tightly, while the other weaves its fingers through his hair once more. Her hand does not guide him, but he might feel a bit of a push every so often as her hips roll forwards. She's being so greedy, taking his finger so well, but she gives back in turn with how wet she just keeps on getting, as if there's a leak, and her juices just keep rushing through. That is, until the pressure gets way too strong and the dam bursts. And with the way Kazuya is going, as if she was feeding him ambrosia, he just might get her there sooner than later. ]
[ The more wet she gets, the harder, the more hungrily he licks and drinks deep of her. There's no need for her hand to guide him when he's already metaphorically struck gold with how much she gives him.
Too much, even, in an instant, he finds. Kazuya retracts his finger in favour of his tongue delving inside her deep and going right to the source. That same hand he retracted now strums against her clit instead in an unpracticed manner. There's really no rhythm too it, just whenever he remembers that he can move his hand he does.
It's a little distracting, the way she sings his name to the tune of the blood pounding so loudly in his ears. ]
Oh— [ She's going crazy. She is absolutely going to go crazy. She thought his finger was good and enough already, but his tongue slipping inside her, makes her get even louder.
Her back arches, feet planting firmly against the mattress as she squirms. Breathing becomes a bit more challenging now, and he would her hear pant in between moans as he brings her closer and closer... ]
Kazuya, Kazuya, I'm- [ Oh, if he ever wanted to bully her again in this way, she would begrudgingly say yes. Her thighs twitch, legs try to close themselves, hips move to try and chase the pleasure. It's almost as if her entire body is being electrocuted from the sudden jerking movements she's making. The tingling sensation in her gets stronger and stronger, and she can't even force herself to suppress it.
She doesn't scream or let out a really loud moan or anything when she does reach her climax. Her movements still, all of a sudden, and her breathing stills, calm like a warm summer day. It feels as if she's forgotten her words, unable to even think clearly at this time. ]
[ Distantly, he hears her call his name, more immediately he feels her tremble and shake and try to force herself deeper on his tongue and he does what he can to oblige.
And he continues licking her, not quite clueing into what's happened because he would have assumed she'd have been louder because the girls in the videos are always so loud...
So until she shoves him off, he's thinking he needs to step up his game, lick her harder, do more.
[ She's far too calm to smack him for now. Happy isn't even the right word for it, but she is pleased nonetheless. She does try and catch his attention by tugging on his hair a little.
[ Oh, that gets his attention, at least. He pulls up and away, looking at her curiously.
It's only now that he's pulled away does his body seem to remember how to function, and his breath hitches, then comes fast, like it's catching up all at once. ]
Too much?
[ Does not compute, and he even looks confused, face wet and slick with her juices. ]
[ Her voice comes off a little lazy, as if she'd just woken up. It hasn't even registered to her that he doesn't know that she came. Can't exactly start shouting when you live in a dorm room in school when you're doing stuff to yourself, after all!! She's had some Training in that aspect, at least. ]
[ Tbh he can only relate in that his cousin was a shut in and living with him until recently... being loud was simply A Crime he couldn't handle Naoya knowing about other than in the theoretical.
But Weiss makes things very hard for him, and Kazuya blinks after her, lowers his head to... kiss along her inner thigh again. Maybe she just wants more foreplay??? ]
No, it's just- [ She doesn't understand what is going on, either. But you know what, she'll at least """apologise""" for hitting him. ] Isn't it embarrassing if I was loud?
I thought it was embarrassing enough.
[ Her hair is a mess, her bangs stuck to her forehead from the sweat. She doesn't seem all too upset, at least. But that's mostly thanks to him gsdfkagf ]
Um. I don't think it would be embarrassing...? I think the sounds you were making were really nice. So if you were louder it'd mean you were enjoying it more?
[ Like he's not an incredibly quiet person himself... ]
[Oof. Yeah, he'll do that, using his arm... which only puts her slick on there instead because SOMEONE doesn't have a shirt on. It's him. He's the someone.]
Sorry...
[He's doing his best. His best involves squirming a little, because, well. Someone is still very hard and uncomfortable in his pants, and he's not sure how polite it is to get up to go beat it in a bathroom somewhere alone, or if he should just ignore it and keep a polite conversation.]
[It's gone!!! He's not in control of the situation anymore, and now he's returned to little guy mode. Just ignore the fact he's 5'9.
Weiss crawls closer, and Kazuya leans back and away, though makes no move to actually move himself because yeah, maybe his dick does twitch a little in his pants when she asks that, because the though to anyone using their mouth on him is a little...
Well. He's never actually considered it for anything more than some jerk off sessions in the bathroom at home.]
Kazuya swallows, and there's nowhere for him to really lean back to, without him falling back on the bed entirely. She's so close now, and she asks that again and he flushes red down his neck and almost to his chest.
He's straining against his pants by this point, and her body hovering over him is not helping. Neither are the hands on his hips.]
Do you want me to be?
[Because by his very nature he isn't loud. But also, he's never had someone suck him off before, so.]
[He'll do that, but first he has to kind of... Shimmy out from under her so he can stand up. It's weird, it's awkward.
He genuinely thought either he was going to pull down his pants just enough to free his dick or she was, but now he's being told to stand, and Kazuya hesitates a little as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pants.
Somehow, this is the most awkward thing he has ever done. He inhales, and pushes them down, and his face is incredibly red because now it's obvious just how hard he is, straining at his boxers with a small little wet mark from his pre giving everything away.]
[ Weiss at least gives him space to stand. She did tell him, after all!
She sits at the edge of the bed, waiting and watching, eyes taking him all in once more as he takes his pants off. It does feel awkward, but Weiss somehow finds solace in the fact that this is his first time, too. It's supposed to be awkward, isn't it? ]
Funny, [ She is on her knees as she reaches for his chest, letting her hands get a feel of him again. Scrawny or not, her small hands on him should still do something, she thinks. ] What happened to your confidence?
[ How the turn tables...
She lets her hands splay downward, one hand pausing just by his hip, while the other goes even lower, palming his erection over his underwear. It's wet. It's... also pretty hot. Weiss has no idea what to expect here, but she'll try and enjoy it. ]
It's... a little harder to be confident with your pants off.
[But also, with someone touching him like that. He's unused to it, and goosebumps are the immediate reaction she gets as she touches him once more.
And maybe he's anticipating a little too much, because he's watching her hands with rapt attention, the way one lingers on his hip and the other--
Kazuya inhales sharply as she palms him through his underwear. The first thing he notices is that it is not remotely the same as doing it to himself. His mouth opens and closes several times, there's several starts at him saying something, but in the end, he just chooses to ball his fists at his sides and keep his mouth shut.]
[ Because boy, you might not get what you want if you don't have the confidence. Generally speaking, of course! That's Weiss' advice to him for now, to build his confidence because no one likes a pushover?? Even though she was annoyed as hell earlier, there was also something about that confidence of his that was attractive.
But she'd rather die than tell him that. ]
Are you going to tell me something?
[ She strokes him through the thin cloth, splaying her palm against his erection, making sure he can feel the weight and heat of her hand. He doesn't even seem like he needs help with getting more turned on, but Weiss honestly wants to... learn a little more, too. ]
[The problem is, he doesn't even know what he wants. Because her hand is heavy on him, and it's making his brain a little foggy as he desperately tries to not buck into it as she strokes him.
There is nowhere polite for him to put his hands, and that makes it even harder]
Like...?
[Asta said she was going to suck him off. He just assumes that's the normal course of things? Forget that he was incredibly rude when he teased her earlier...]
I don't know. You just looked like you were going to say something.
[ But she decides that's enough of that. At least on her end, anyway. Her eyes focus on what's literally in front of her rather than giving him more attention and looking at him as they talk.
Her fingers slip into the waistband of his boxers, one hand pulling from the side while the other pulls from the front. If his cock springs free from this, then great. She wasn't planning on pulling it down all the way, anyway.
Though admittedly, she also didn't have plans on what to do upon seeing an actual dick. For a few good seconds, Weiss has to stare. Not gawk, mind. But she has to figure out how she's going to get this in her mouth. Maybe it doesn't have to be the whole thing? Can people even do that? Something to figure out later. For now, she takes his length into her hand, wrapping those small and dainty fingers around it for starters. ]
[Yeah, her pulling down her waistband pretty much has that exact effect, and part of him is grateful she doesn't have to pull his boxers down all the way. The other part of him is embarrassed because of just how hard he is already.
It doesn't help he stares, and Kazuya looks away, hands still very firmly clenched at his sides. It also has the effect of making him inhale sharply, unable to stop the small twitch of his hips into her hand as she wraps her hands around him.]
Oh.
[He breathes out the breath he'd been stuck on slowly. It's... a very good feeling. Her hands are so warm...
It makes it a little more embarrassing as more pre starts collecting at the tip of his cock just from that.]
You're going to have to tell me if I'm doing something wrong.
[ Wanting and willing as she may be, she's not knowledgeable about how to please someone. So, she hopes he'd actually tell her and give her cues if there's anything he wants.
Now, she leans in, not even stroking him yet or anything. Rather, she gives his crown a lick, the tip of her tongue having a taste. But it doesn't feel like it does anything? At least, not to her... So she opens her mouth a little more, letting the flat of her tongue have a pass at the head of his cock. She gets to taste him, but makes no noise of protest nor approval from it. Instead, she brings herself even closer, stroking him with her hand as she opens her mouth and takes the tip in to give it a suck.
Ah- she has no idea what she's doing, but the books she's read did describe things in this way. ]
I think as long as you don't bite you should be okay.
[It's the first certain thing he's said so far. And probably the last because while he can keep himself from bucking against her mouth at the investigatory lick, and even at the second more confident one, her stroking makes his cock twitch, and Kazuya makes a noise very near to a whimper as she strokes him with her hand and sucks on the tip of his cock.
The one of the hands balled at his side immediately comes up to his mouth, and he bites down hard on it to try and keep himself in line, and he inhales sharply through his nose.]
[ Wow!!! And he bit her earlier! A BUNCH OF TIMES!! She hasn't even used her Aura yet to get rid of the marks, so the proof is still there! And she isn't allowed to bite?
See, Weiss would roll her eyes and bark back, but maybe she can just tease him about it another time. Her mouth is already busy elsewhere, after all.
It's new, and Weiss doesn't really know what to make of it just yet, but she's committed to get him off. And with him not saying anything, it does seem like she can keep going. Her tongue swirls around his head as she keeps her mouth on him, sucking on him and spreading a mix of his pre and her own saliva around his head. Each time she bobs her head down and takes him in is accompanied by a stroke of his cock, slowly finding a rhythm without taking too much of him just yet.
But the more Weiss continues, the more her confidence grows. She closes her eyes and lets her instincts take over, pushing herself just a little more as she takes in another inch, playful licks and swirls of the tongue as she blows him. ]
[He meant for her to not BITE HIS DICK. Elsewhere is fine. Elsewhere is encouraged, even. Please do not bite his dick.
Kazuya bites his hand harder as she toys with him, sucks on him and strokes him in tandem. This is all just on the head of his cock too, what would it feel like when she took more of him in her mouth?
He finds out shortly after wondering, and another whimper escapes, hips twitching forward just barely, just barely restrained. She's doing nothing to help the heat in his gut, the way he feels tight inside.
Except he can't just cum so fast, so easily. From what he understands of Asta, she would never let him hear the end of it. So he bites down on his hand harder, something to dull the pleasure he feels into something more manageable.
He tastes blood. Thinks nothing of it. It'll heal in short order anyway, there's no reason to care. No reason to think beyond the immediate that is her mouth on him.]
[ That was sudden! Her eyes jolt open as she slows down, looking up at him. She doesn't look angry, at the very least, more surprised by him moving like that. It was as if it was going to reach the back of her throat, and that would not have been pleasant. At least, she doesn't think so...
But it seems he does like what she's doing, which means she's doing a good job. Does she take more, then? Maybe just a little bit, opening her mouth a little more to do so. Drool drips down the length of his cock, coating her fingers with it which somehow helps when she works him up further. This time, she keeps her eyes open and looks at him, almost as if she's telling him to keep his eyes on her, too.
She's got his dick in her mouth and she's on her knees for him with nothing else on. Should he look at her, just like what she wants, she'll look away as her eyes squint, almost as if that made her smile. And as she adds more fervour to how she strokes him, he just might realise that she would be smiling if she could. She's finding a rhythm here, and despite the saltiness, there's something about hearing his breathlessness and him slowly losing it that is absolutely encouraging. ]
[The heat of her mouth is like nothing else around him, it's transcendent, it's sublime, it's a million other words he wants to think about but can't because his brain is having a little bit of a hard time processing everything going on.
He's absolutely looking at her, the side of his hand still in his mouth as he resists the call to be louder. Why? Why would he muffle himself when he'd told her he thinks it'd have been hot if she were louder?
Slowly he removes his hand, lets it fall back down to his side and lets the few drops of blood from where he'd broken his own skin drip into the carpet where they only stay briefly before disappearing into black smoke. Kazuya tries, tries to catch her eyes as he places his other hand on her head for the need to hold onto something. Anything as his jaw hangs.
He's losing it a little faster than slowly, and the next sound that comes out is a long groan that hitches in the middle as she finds a rhythm, is rewarded for that by the taste of more pre dribbling out of the tip of his cock and onto her tongue.]
[ Weiss had found a rhythm, one where she found herself confident with what she was doing. Even though she feels him moving, likely letting go and relaxing and losing himself into this, she hears him speak and she realises she fucked up.
It's slow how she does it— how she pulls her mouth away after swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. Her hand stays where it is, having him in his grip without pumping. She looks up, looking a bit more flustered than before. ]
... so. That's not my real name.
[ She thought it would be funny to make up some name! She would have even said the whole thing: Asta Myrten. You know, like her sword, Myrtenaster. And yet, here she is, looking back at her past decisions and kicking herself for it. She likes her name! And she certainly would have liked it if it was used in that manner!
[His breathing kicks up when she slows because it's a tease, it's a tease and he's pretty sure she knows it, or thinks she does until he feels her pull away. Kazuya whimpers as cold air hits his wet cock, barely registers what she says because all he wants is to force her mouth back on him.]
Yeah?
[There's a needy tone to his voice, and it's clear he's not upset. He doesn't have the mind to be upset right now, and honestly, wouldn't be upset to begin with even if he had his normal faculties.
He breathes out hard, slowly winds his fingers through her hair though doesn't demand her mouth back on him as much as he wants to.]
[ He's not paying attention, is he? Well, that's okay. Weiss shakes her head to show it's not that big of a deal, but she does want him to use her actual name, so... ]
It's Weiss.
[ One last look, before she closes her eyes as she takes him in again. She's starts off slow, as if she's starting all over again and getting him worked up. His fingers in her hair spreads warmth all the way down to her toes, letting the hairs on her arm stand as it encourages her.
She starts pumping again at a slow pace as she bobs her head up and down, groaning every so often as she tastes him again, spreads his pre around his dick with her tongue, mixing it with her own spit. But she builds up, adds a bit more heat and fervour to her movements later on once she's found her rhythm again. Boy better remember her name, or else she's stopping altogether. ]
[Weiss. Weiss, Weiss, Weiss. He's certainly committing it to memory, just as she wants. Weiss makes him whimper and whine between her tongue and her hand and the warmth they bring back onto him.
His cock twitches in her mouth as she groans, the sound reverberating up into his belly where it feels like it stays just to kindle the rapidly growing warmth. He tries not to grip her hair too tightly, to move either her or his hips too much because he's trying to be polite, and he doesn't exactly know how hot it would be to have her gagging on him.
(Maybe a little hot, to have her pull away to breathe, to have a thin trail of saliva connecting her and his cock--)]
Weiss... [See? He remembers, calls her name in a low, heated tone as her rhythm kicks up and steadies. He tugs her hair, just a little, as he winds his fingers through it more completely.]
[ Good. Just say it like that, because it's definitely very encouraging. By no means it Weiss the type to play around and reward someone for treating her right, but she does shimmy closer and lean in a little more to take more of him in. She tests her own limits now, her hand brought further back to the base of his cock while her mouth takes care of the rest. Her free hand stays on his waist, a bit more weight on that end too as he holds onto him to keep steady.
The way his cock twitches in her mouth gets her to wonder— what would it be like if he was the one who moved, used her mouth like a pussy. But it's a thought that slips out of her head easily, more focused on getting him off with what she's doing now than anything else.
Maybe if she were here in this place longer, if she learned a few more things and became a bit more open, then. . . then maybe. She'd want to try that out, too.
As it is, she's in no rush to get all wild, but she does add a few more moans every now and then. It should be hot when it sounds like she's enjoying it, right? She spurs him further, pumping faster, breathing through her nose so she wouldn't have to stop. ]
[It's so, so hot when she moans around him, makes him moan in turn. His eyelids lower, just slightly, but he still tries to watch. Watch as she takes more of him into her mouth, pumps him as she swallows down more and more of him.
He's never had fantasies like this before, but something tells him he's going to start. Especially her moaning, because it means that she's enjoying it too, that she likes doing this sort of thing, and... Maybe she'll do it again, if they're here long enough.
His breath catches at the thought, and his hips jerk a little more, and he hunches forward a bit as the telltale tightness in his gut starts forming. This will be the first time he's ever come with someone else and oh, he should probably warn her, right?]
H-hey. [He starts, fumbling for words with a particularly loud moan as her tongue strokes along somewhere particularly sensitive.] Where should I...?
[Cum. He's going to hold out as long as he can because he wants to chase this pleasure longer, but this is important information he should probably has before he just lets go in her mouth.]
[ She thinks she hears him. His voice rings in her ear, but in between his moans, the sloppy noises with her mouth, and her own groans, she can't quite figure out what he wants.
If she ever put two and two together, it would be much later. What he barely gets out is pushed aside in favour of using her tongue more, holding onto his cock a little more as she pumps and tries to put a bit of control into the situation.
His own jerking movements do not get her to stop, but become more aware of her environment. At least, for now. Would him bucking his hips into her mouth mean that he's getting close? She takes it as a good thing, adding a bit more pressure with her tongue, sucking harder as if asking him to give her more, his seed and what she'd do with it the last thing on her mind. ]
[She doesn't answer. His mind reels at that, because does that mean she's going to swallow him and his seed down?
He grips her hair a little more tightly, starts to cant his hips just barely into her mouth, testing to see how much she can take, how much she lets him give her. She's already eagerly sucking down so much of him, and his chest heaves with the heavy panting that comes, his jaw hanging open as he tilts his head back and moans her name again.]
Weiss... Please? Please.
[He's not above begging when her mouth is so hot and tight and euphoric around him, and the way her fist is wrapped around the base of his cock as she pumps him like she is eager for him to release into her mouth. He's close, he's so, so close and it didn't even take all that long.]
Mmph— [ She can't particularly get him to slow down or stop, not when he's clearly enjoying himself. Her eyes open and she looks up him, seeing how his shoulders ride up and down as he pants like he's exhausted, or perhaps a desperate animal. She's unable to see his face from where she's kneeling, but she imagines with the way he says her name, dripping with need, the way he says "please", that she's doing good. That he's close.
He feels harder and hotter, when he pushes his cock further, brushing against her swollen wet lips. She's able to taste more of him, that saltiness, and something else that's foreign. Another time, she might think it unique— solely his. Solely hers at this moment in time, urging him, sucking on him, jacking him off.
Only when it feels like it's far too much for her, that he's far too deep that he might touch the back of her throat that she pulls her mouth away, compensating for her decision with bolder strokes. ]
[His entire body feels too warm in one shuddering wave that goes from head to toe. She pulls back, and his cock absolutely throbs in a way he's never felt before, but he doesn't have much time to think about because it's starting, the clench in his belly that he fumbles to get out words for, because he still has to at least tell her, right?]
Coming- I'm- Weiss, Weiss, Weiss...
[That's all she's going to be getting from him as he moans,, loud and long and chants her name like a prayer. She wanted him to be loud, right? They'd had a brief conversation about it, about how he thought it'd have been nice to know and that if she'd been louder it would have meant she'd enjoyed it more, right?
He wants her to know he's enjoying it, enjoys it as he hits his release harder than he's ever, and it's thanks to her.]
[ Her timing to let go and catch her breath and relax her jaw could not be any more wrong. Or perhaps, it was the best time to do so, after all? Kazuya cums, his seed leaving a trail on her tongue just before she manages to completely pull away. His taste is so hot and heavy on her mouth, and he leaves more of himself on her. Those pale cheeks of hers, red are stained with his own mark, some drip down her chin, her neck, adding to what he's already put on her earlier on.
It's hot— not in the way that turns her on. At least, not that she thinks right now, anyway. It's hot, wet, and it feels as if her skin is burning just from the contact. It feels as if steam might just start rising from her body from what he's done— what he's done to her. ]
Ah- [ It's unintentional, but in a bid to catch her breath, she swallows. Everything happens all at the same time, that the way her eyes gradually widen feels like a flower blooming in the spring. An innocence so prominent, so painfully obvious. . . corrupted by a wave of heat. Or in this case, the king of demons standing right before her. ]
What...
[ Kazuya???? She's looking up at you in disbelief right now, almost as if she's going to cry. WHAT DID YOU JUST DO ]
[It's unfortunate that it's already too late for her to pull away, that he's already coming hard as she does causing him to paint her face with it, and he inhales a sharp, shuddering breath as he does because he's not sure why she did pulled away like that?
Weiss hadn't answered him when he asked, had simply sucked him harder and more fervently in response like she wanted to swallow it all, every last thing he gave her.
So the fact it's on her now is... Confusing, but also incredibly hot. It's so hot that his cock jerks again with the last little bit of cum dribbling to the floor as he stares at her. His body feels warm. Pleasant. Hazy. He's having a hard time catching his breath, reflexively pets her hair because she looks so... confused? Is that what that is? He can't tell.]
[ Most times, Weiss can get very defensive. It's those times when she believes she's correct. But right now, when she's traversing a completely new path—doing something new and for the first time—she has nothing to defend herself with.
He did say something. But she also didn't understand any other cues he may have given her.
Rather than argue, she instead swallows (hah) her pride. Looking away, she brings up a hand to wipe his cum away from her face. God, even when it's on the side of her palm now, her face still feels like it's burning. Almost as if it would scar and leave a mark there forever. On her face, her neck, her tongue, down her throat... ]
I guess you did.
[ It's messy. She feels like a mess, and she feels dirty. This might be something she might need to think on some more... what exactly do people do when they give blowjobs? What does she want to do? What is expected of her? ]
[Oddly enough, now that it's done he feels a wave of... something wash over him. He's not quite sure what it is, but if he had to put a name to it, it's something somewhere between affection and possessiveness. She looks unsure. Sounds unsure, even, and he feels, other than that strange emotion, a little bad.]
Only if you wanted to? I didn't- I would have been happy if it'd ended up elsewhere too.
[The floor, he means, and is an easy guess judging by the way his eyes flick down to the carpet. It's probably not the worst thing it's seen, honestly.
But the wave of affectionate-possessiveness hits again and he moves in to kiss her, gently, tenderly, even if the result is him tasting himself as he does. It's not as terrible as he thought it would have been.]
[ She's going to have to read up on this. And. . . seek him out again another time once she's figured out what she wants to do the next time she puts a dick in her mouth.
Though she certainly didn't expect him to lean in and kiss her. It's affectionate, one that gets Weiss' shoulders to slack a little, leaves her arms feeling a little weak. Is she touched that he's trying to make her feel better? Just a little. Enough to make her want to close her eyes and lean into the kiss. ]
[That's why he tried asking... Maybe next time they should probably establish where exactly he's going to be coming before his dick is in her mouth.
That she's responding to the kiss is good though, and he sighs through his nose as a wave of affection washes over him. It's definitely the afterglow he's heard of, and he can't help but wonder just how amenable she'd be to laying back down so that he can pull her against his chest tightly and cuddle her.
He'll give it a try, pressing forward just a little as he kisses her, just to see if she will, in fact, lay back so that he can follow her down, letting a hand come up to wipe any remaining traces of himself up off her so he can cradle her cheek.]
[ Laying back is the farthest thing from her mind right now, but it's not an unwelcome idea, so to speak. Kazuya's coaxing works, and it does get Weiss to shimmy back a little, sitting on her ass as she slides back up the bed with him.
She could honestly use a shower, but with her back on the mattress, she also realises that maybe resting for a bit isn't so bad, either, even if she doesn't have any clothes on. It's not even because she's tired or anything— far from it.
It might just be because no one's ever touched her like this before. Her eyes merely follow his hands, looking at where he's wiping without saying a word. ]
[It really just feels like the right thing to do, to hold her and kiss her like this. He follows her down, body trembling just a little because he's still coming down from his orgasm induced high.
Honestly, he's thankful that she doesn't protest being laid back against the bed. It makes it easier to continue to kiss, to brush his thumb against her as he keeps- some distance between their bodies, though it's likely she'll feel heat radiating off of him like he's a furnace anyway.
Most likely due to the fact he's a fire aspected demon.
But still a demon, which means eventually that kissing is going to move back down to her jawline and throat, where he's... still kissing, but also using his tongue to clean up the traces of himself off her.]
[ Weiss barely has any protest left in her at this time. She's used it all up, and like Aura, it needs some time to regenerate. Admittedly, making a "mistake" and being in uncharted territory also makes her a bit more vulnerable.
She'd think it was cold, if not for his lips moving elsewhere. She'd had time time to rest from her own orgasm, so there's something about what he's doing that's making her feel even more warm. The gears in her head are beginning to turn, wondering if he'd want more— both to get her off and her getting him off.
... thinking about it now, she might not even mind. ]
[He gives a hum against her throat at her words, thinks about it for a moment before he responds.]
Fire aligned... Is it too much?
[If he needs to, he can focus enough to make it stop, but right now he's not even bothering. She already knows, so it's not like he needs to hide anything from her, and unless she's uncomfortable with that warmth, there's no reason to cut it.
Regardless of whether or not she wants him to stop, he is going to be slowly sucking another bruise into her skin again, another little mark that claims her as his, even if he only understands that as the most basic of concepts in the back of his head.]
[ For now, anyway. She's really going to want a cool shower after this though, for sure. ]
You also really like biting, huh?
[ Just... stating the obvious now. As to why? Weiss doesn't. . . know. He's being affectionate, and this is what she thinks feels like a way to return the gesture. There's barely any bite in her words, so she's not mad. It's just idle post-orgasm chatter. ]
[ He's already predisposed to bite. Or at least, it gives him something to blame. Maybe he'd be less about it if she didn't taste as pleasant as she does, which makes him definitely believe it's a demon thing. ]
It feels good, to leave marks on you like this. It's kind of hard to explain.
[ Just... really appeases that demon side of his brain. ]
[ Well, at least now we know what Kazuya's kink is. Or one of them, anyway. ]
Well, they're not going to be there forever.
[ Evidenced by now there's a soft "shing!" sort of sound as one of the marks he's left on her neck just completely disappears, a glowing light blue light passing through the mark before healing her flesh. ]
[ It feels like she's just food for this guy at this point— but it's harmless so far. At least, she's certainly making sure it's harmless. Besides, it feels nice.
Even if she wouldn't admit that out loud.
She does weave her fingers in his hair again. Her nails lightly scratch his scalp as if to call his attention. While she doesn't mind what he's doing, and it is admittedly turning her on, the heat is also starting to get to her. ]
Kind of feel like taking a shower now, though.
[ That is not an invitation. (Maybe next time???) ]
[But hearing her say she wants a shower, he can't exactly blame her after what happened. He thinks he'd probably want a shower too, honestly, if he were her.
He'll stop kissing and sucking at her neck, lifting himself up a bit higher so he can look at her.]
Right now?
[Just so he's sure! He's not going to keep her here! Besides, he's already sucked a few new marks into her neck at this point, so he's back to being pretty pleased with himself again at this point.]
[ At least it doesn't sound accusatory! Just... stating the obvious!
Is this what it's going to be like in this place? It admittedly feels a little awkward to do "things" and then just end it like this— almost abruptly, like there was a time limit. Then again, it's not like she knows how other people do it, either.
She pushes herself up on her elbows, not completely getting up just yet, though. ]
[ If she wants a shower, then that's well within her right? He doesn't feel like he needs one too immediately, maybe just a damp cloth to wipe himself down with for the moment. Also he's pretty sure they're not close enough for him to hedge a shower together, even after what they just did. That seems way more personal, somehow.
He rolls himself so he's no longer hovering over her, but laying with his back flat on the bed.
It also seems like he's just as unsure what to do in this situation as her, though, because he speaks up.]
... This is it, then? I've sort of never been in this situation before.
[ But he is going to blame everything on repressed hormones and being in an incredibly horny place screwing with him and his head.
Also, having what amounts to a one night stand kind of... isn't his style? He wants to get to know her better! ]
[ She finally sits up and removes her hair tie, loosening her hair and her braid. Her hair's a bit curly from it being tied up this whole time, but it's not like it matters when she's going to wet her hair soon.
Though she does pause instead of get up right away because of what he says. ]
Do you mean like, I'd never see or talk to you again? I don't think so?
[ But they had their fun, or so she thinks. There are other things she'd want to do, like explore the place a little bit more and know the ins and outs of it. ]
[ He's relieved to hear that's not the case, though. Kazuya doesn't think he could handle the whole hit it and quit it life. ]
I guess I was asking if you were gonna come back... here? After your shower. I kind of wanted to get to know you more since... [ He makes a vague gesture in the air with his hand. ] It doesn't really just feel right doing that and then going our separate ways?
[ For a few seconds, Weiss is just looking at him, almost as if she's confused. It's not completely ridiculous, what he just said, but it was certainly unexpected. And for someone who's not very good at making friends? She finds it a little awkward, admittedly. ]
I don't mind. Although, I was thinking of going around and knowing what I can find in this place, maybe even have something to eat.
[ Whether it's the casino or the other areas in this resort. Weiss shifts in her seat so her feet are on the side of the bed and on the floor and she gets up. Her clothes are snatched from the bed, wherever Kazuya may have tossed them, so she can take them with her to the bathroom. ]
We can talk about it later.
[ For now? She's walking into the bathroom to take a really hot shower. And she's going to take her time, enjoying every second of getting clean. Kazuya's got about fifteen to twenty minutes of alone time before she comes back out, dressed up, with one of the robes over her clothes, too. With her hair wet though, she takes her time by the dresser to blowdry it first. ]
[ It's not an insignificant time to himself. But also, it's not like he can really freshen up too much himself. He does manage to find a few wetwipe napkins in the drawer (presumably for cleanup for sloppier escapades) along with a box of condoms that. He just sort of covers his face with as he reaches for the wipes and closes the drawer.
Good to know they're there! Glad to not need them though, honestly. He doesn't think he's really ready to go that far with anyone anyway.
Anyways! He cleans himself up, and by the time Weiss is out of the shower, he's got his clothes back on. He also watches her curiously as she blowdries her hair.
Lets see... how can he start polite conversation? ]
[ She can see him from the mirror's reflection, and he most certainly opened his mouth. Though that does get her to switch off the dryer for a bit, turning to face him. ]
Did you say something?
[ Ah- that was said way too loud now that the hairdryer isn't on. ]
[ It's not like she has anything better to do, anyway. Not to mention, making connections here might help her in the long run. It's a little strange to befriend someone whose dick you just sucked, but maybe if she just didn't think about that anymore and focused on other things.
For now, she switches the hair dryer back on, though at a lower speed now so they can talk while she dries her hair. ]
[ Is it? Is it strange to befriend someone whose dick you sucked? Because Kazuya feels like that's the least he should be doing for a girl he just ate out. ]
I was kind of curious about that Aura of yours? I mean, I know what it is, and all that, but isn't it dangerous to just... make your soul appear so easily?
[ He's not even going to touch sexy questions with a ten foot pole right now, thanks. ]
[ The less she knows about him, the more times she can suck his dick. (Wait.) ]
Dangerous? It would be more dangerous if I didn't activate my Aura.
[ What an odd question, but she supposes because he's not from Remnant, he might have a different point of view. She keeps her mind open to other opinions, but with the way one of her eyes squint as her brow arches up, she's not particularly in agreement with him. ]
If I didn't activate my Aura, I'd have wounds all over by now thanks to you. [ A beat. She grabs the brush and starts brushing her hair while her other hand focuses on certain spots of her hair with the dryer. ] Anybody could just about injure me.
[ He can still think of a few more places he could leave hickies, tbh. ]
But you use your soul to heal that. Wouldn't it get tiring? And if your soul is just... exposed like that, wouldn't it be easier to damage? Or take?
[ Like, inside is where it's supposed to be, and even then it technically isn't safe from the likes of demons. It'd be way easier to consume like how she uses it, though. ]
Aura regenerates over time, so it's just a matter of getting enough rest, really.
[ Admittedly, she's one of the Huntresses who use their Aura more than ever. Others are a little more careful, but Weiss is very reliant on her Aura and her Semblance for combat and a lot of other things. The idea of regeneration is something that comes naturally to her now, and it isn't a big deal to her. ]
It's a manifestation of my soul, but my exact soul. It's complicated.
[ As for taking someone else's Aura? That's definitely possible, but she'd rather not go there. That's even more complicated. Kazuya is asking the difficult questions here. ]
Taking someone's Aura isn't unheard of, where I'm from, but it certainly isn't an easy task. [ She waves her hand with a brush. ] Are you worried for me?
[ The wheels in his head are turning as she says that, and he tilts his head a little, appraises her a little more closely, even if he doesn't quite realize how his gaze intensifies. ]
It smells the same. [ Ugh. That sounds weird to say, but it's true. ] I guess, yeah. I am, a little bit. There's at least one other demon around, and even if he's pretty weak, it could still be possible for him to maybe consume it? Wouldn't that hurt you?
[ At least, that's what she thinks? She can't imagine someone ever taking her Aura, whether permanently or temporarily, like draining her of energy like extreme cold temperatures. That would honestly be a little scary.
But she doesn't look scared, especially since "consuming" Aura is such an unheard of concept to her. She'll figure it out if and when it does happen, but it would be better if it never got to that point.
She sets the dryer down eventually, running a hand through her hair while her other hand guides the brush down the strands. She's got such long hair that this will really take a while before she's done with it. ]
I'll be fine. No need to worry. It's not like I'm not capable in a fight.
Maybe you are. But where I'm from, even the strongest human doesn't stand a chance against even the weakest demon.
[ Harmonizer aside, anyway. And that still only brings humans and demons closer together in a match up. There's still incredibly powerful demons who even with that edge could swat down a human like a fly.
He knows. He's lived it. His concern is coming from a real place. He really doesn't want to see anyone get hurt.]
Shouldn't you be at least a little worried about something like that happening?
It's something I've never even heard of until now.
[ So maybe she should be worried. She would be worried if this was a common occurrence where she's from, and it was a threat that she tried to escape from day by day. It isn't, though, so it's met with a little bit of resistance. ]
There also seems to be a lot of people here— wildcards like us. The chances of even meeting this demon you're talking about is pretty low, if you asked me.
[ Really, he's saying this for her own benefit, and it feels like his concern is being brushed aside? ]
And there could be more, he's just the only one I know about.
[ If there's two, there's definitely a greater possibility that there are more demons, a greater possibility of her having to deal with the very thing they're talking about. ]
Maybe to be more careful and not use it if it's not immediately life threatening? I mean... It has a pretty strong smell to it when you use it. You'd probably draw in more trouble if you did it needlessly.
[.. Part of him may just be saying that so she stops getting rid of his marks on her neck.]
[ Right. He's a demon. A demon who... eats souls, apparently. That's still very weird, but not scary. He doesn't seem scary to her, but it may be a combination of what just happened between them and that she might be thinking she can hold her own if they ever fought.
Which. . . hopefully doesn't happen. Without her weapon and Dust, she's not as powerful as she'd like to be.
She stops brushing and turns to face him, legs crossed. There's a part of her that's not quite happy being told what to do. It may come from a good place—out of concern and all—but she just doesn't like the unsolicited advice. It's nothing against him, though. It's nothin personal! This is just how she is. ]
I think you fail to see that this is instinct at this point. I have had my Aura activated since I was a child, and I had been training to become a Huntress since then, as well. Not activating it is a little more challenging than you might think.
[ Which is a rather bad excuse. But it's better than saying "I don't want to do what you are telling me to do". ]
[He's a demon who has the capability of eating souls, but to actually consume one kind of gives him the heebie-jeebies. Which she should be thankful for, honestly. That he's not enough of the demon he could be to actually try.
He tilts his head a bit, flexes his fingers into the bed sheets as he looks at her.]
I could probably help with that, you know.
[Which is... Likely not what she wants to hear! But he'll also go on and push past that, because she also asked him something, and he gives a contemplative hum for it.]
Floral...? And kind of citrus-y? And then there's a bit of... Kind of the smell of fresh snow?
She'd be a bit more concerned about what he actually means if not for him complying and describing her soul's scent. Sure, she asked, but she wasn't expecting him to actually answer! ]
[ It's comically long, the way Weiss stares at him with a pout on her face. It was some time ago when they were still inside the casino, but she's pretty sure she told him not to make things weird!! He's making things weird!
A few seconds later, she huffs indignantly. ]
Why would I want you to make me stop using my Aura? I need that.
So you're safe from demons who might try to consume it when they catch the scent of it?
[He offers, with a slight quirk of his lip....
And then he brings his hands up, like he's trying to be particularly menacing and scary despite the fact that him sitting there with no shirt paints an entirely different picture.]
You know, like a very hungry king of demons, for example?
[ She leans back, brow arched, lips forming a line. ]
No.
[ That was a no to what he said last. He's definitely not allowed to eat her. Beyond what... she said he is allowed to do. (She won't say it again!!!) ]
That's already so suspicious! [ He's so sus!!! He's gonna eat her one of these days, and she cannot let her guard down. She shucks the hairbrush at him for good measure. ] At least be a bit more specific. Magic isn't a concept that should even exist where I'm from, just so you know. What kind of magic? How long will the spell last? How potent is it?
[ If he's proposing something, then he'd better give a bit more detail. ]
[This time he lifts his hand to catch that hairbrush with surprising reflexes. Definitely nothing he's shown so far.]
It's a curse. It'll block you from being able to use your Aura... Sort of like how it'd block someone from being able to use magic. It doesn't have to be very potent, honestly. And how long it can last is from a few minutes to a few hours to a day or so? Depends on how strong I make it.
[He tosses the brush up and down in his hand as he watches her, but makes no move to do anything else.]
You said your Aura regenerates, didn't you? Wouldn't it make more sense for me to consume that than to consume a person?
[ Well, he's fast. She has to give him that! It's a little piece of information she tucks in her brain for now. It may have even been a fluke - who knows! He did say he's new to this king thing... so maybe he doesn't have any combat experience prior? ]
Let me get this straight: you said you were concerned for me, and that you want me to not activate my Aura around other demons so they don't consume my soul.
But if you need it, you want to ask for my permission to let you have some?
[ She has no idea what to think of him. But he does make a compelling argument, even if it does sound like such a sick thing to do. ]
[It is out of concern! But also, a very quiet, deeper part of him does absolutely enjoy the fact that if he can convince her, then that means he'll have a ready access of food when he wants it. Maybe not needs, but definitely if he wants it.
It's definitely coming from as much of a selfish place as it is one of concern.]
I think I told you earlier, but hurting people isn't really my kind of thing.
[Except for, you know, when he bit her hard enough to make her bleed. Which absolutely wasn't recent at all. Not even remotely!!!]
[ god she might just bite his dick out of sheer frustration at this point. Maybe she should have added a bit of teeth earlier when she had him in her mouth.
Weiss remains grumpy for a few more seconds, glaring at him from her seat, stewing in annoyance. ]
So. What's going to happen if you can't eat anyone?
I'd probably start to feel weak? And then if it kept going on, I'd probably lose control of myself and just attack people until I was full.
[ Super awful. But he's sure he can get his magnetite fix somewhere here. Even if he has to be an awful vampire to do it. People are probably into that, honestly.]
Generally stronger demons need less over longer periods, but weaker demons sort of act like crazed animals about it, like they can't get enough. So I should be fine for maybe a bit longer?
[ Again.... he sounds unsure. ]
But I haven't actually consumed any since I became a demon in the first place, so it's been about... a month and a half?
I'm new to both. I was human before giving up my humanity and soul to become a demon. The king of them, specifically. Both happened at the same time, but I didn't fully awaken as the King of Bel until a few hours after I lost all that.
[ So be nice! He's still learning. ]
What I do know of demons I had to learn quick and unfortunately only had seven days to do it.
[ That sounds absolutely complicated. She almost wants to ask why he had to give it up, but she finds that this isn't the proper time to pry. It feels like a long story that shouldn't be shared when you've only met someone.
Weiss certainly has no intention of talking about her "story" to anyone at this time. Not the nitty-gritty of it, anyway.
Though now she thinks she understands why he might be nicer than other demons, or so he claims. It's because he knows what it's like to be human. Weiss may be wrong about this, but she was never truly a good judge of character.
Her legs are already crossed, but she uncrosses them, only to switch which leg goes on top of the other. ]
So if I ensure you don't go on a rampage and start attacking innocent civilians and wildcards here, what do I get in turn? I'd be giving you a part of soul, after all.
[ To that, her words, he actually seems a little surprised, but the more he thinks about it, the more he gets it. ]
I'll make a contract with you, to ensure we both are bound by the rules we set in place. Portions of your Aura, in exchange for my services as a demon. You'd be able to use my magic, share some of my abilities, and since you said you need Aura to defend yourself, I'll protect you when you need.
[ It's mostly the last part that feels important. The other parts just sort of come part and parcel with demon contracts. ]
[ All while using a demonic contract to do it, even. ]
The magic I have can be split into four categories, elemental, almighty, healing, and curse. It's pretty simple to figure out what those are, I think. Well, maybe not almighty, but think of it as more... neutral aspected?
Fire, ice, wind, lightning. And neutral aspected just means... theres no elements attached to the spell. Usually its an explosion type deal, just without fire.
[ Kazuya, you can't just leave her high and dry like this. She needs to know??? She actually looks disappointed that she can't understand what this ~almighty~ magic is supposed to be. ]
Like I said, it's hard to explain. It's a blinding bright white light, searing pain that isn't really like anything you've ever felt. Or... you can use it to even steal other people's life force or magical ability with.
If I really had to categorize it further... it's something that attacks your very being, rather than your body?
[ With that explanation, it sort of makes sense! Not entirely! But right now? She wonders what she can do with it. With her Aura and that combined, she'd definitely be able to do all sorts of things that she could never do before.
She stares at him for a good long while, not saying anything. It looks like there is something else she wants to say, but she also hasn't figured out how to even say it.
Because how do you even ask if they would play that game again without the playing the game part? ]
Is the contract going to include anything else? I don't know- like... what happened just a while ago.
[ Don't make her say it!! And he's not allowed to, since he can't ask any questions, anyway. He can figure it out! And she sure hopes he will. The way her cheeks have turned as red as cherries once again should at least give him a hint. ]
She told him a yes or no answer, and saying "If that's what you want" is not a yes or no answer! So instead he just sort of watches her a little more intently... Notes the blush.
She did seem to enjoy what he did. Surely she wouldn't have even brought it up if she wasn't interested, at least a little? And... It hadn't been terrible for him either, in any capacity.]
[ He really, really wants to ask, but she did say he's not allowed to. But with the way she's pouting he just feels kinda bad, like he did, in fact, make the wrong choice. ]
If you don't want the contract to include anything like that, it doesn't have to.
[ He clarifies, slowly. This is probably going to get him yelled at, she did say he wasn't allowed to ask questions! Then again, this is more him making a statement. ]
[But her hair is quite long, but at least she keeps good care of it. It makes brushing out the tangles far easier!
Also, it helps him work out his own nervous energy, because he's still trying to figure out what it is he's going to be doing here. He's already complied with the wants of this place, so he guesses there's... that.
A wish doesn't sound so bad. Maybe he can really use it back home for something good. Even if the way to get said wish is a little awkward.]
[ It may not be obvious that she can be quite vain, given how she looks so cheap with what she got from the department store, and the scar on her face. She likes to look pretty, Kazuya!
While it should be a compliment, it's a little weird to hear from someone who just saw you completely naked. ]
Thanks, I think?
[ Is she supposed to compliment him to? God forbid Weiss Schnee says something nice. She watches him from his reflection in the mirror. ]
And I guess not more so than anyone else? I don't use any special products, or anything, and no special body sprays or colognes.... But I guess I also don't really have to anymore. I'm stuck looking like I do now for probably eternity.
They're the last things I have that prove I was human at some point. It kind of feels wrong to get rid of them, like if I did, then I might forget, or something.
[He doubts he could, at least in the now, but what about in a hundred years? A thousand? When his mind will probably start to go, considering what he is? There's no way he can stay as he is, at least mentally, for time eternal.]
[ That certainly earns some respect. While Weiss can't relate to not being human, she can relate about... being human! ]
I think I understand. You've seen mine.
[ She has her own scars, after all. While she doesn't know how he truly feels about his own scars beyond what he's said, the ones on her body are reminders of who she was and who she's become. They're worth keeping. ]
Do you think you'd lose that part of you? I mean, I'm sure... you still have a part of you that's human, right?
[ She highly doubts you can throw that away so easily. ]
Ah, yeah. I am, thankfully. But I wouldn't say humans are the only ones capable of feeling emotions to begin with. Some demons have... A lot of them, honestly.
[He's thinking about you, Black Frost.
Though that might have mostly been Midori's influence.]
And some keep those emotions far more hidden. Pretty much demons and humans are the same, like that.
That's sort of right. While most demons do enjoy destruction, chaos, and causing humans fear and anger so they can consume their souls, there's actually demons out there who make it their mission to protect humans, who don't even want or need to consume souls or cause destruction.
[He'll keep brushing, but his eyes look elsewhere for the moment.]
They're pretty rare, though. They're called Genma, and before they became demons, they were gods or heros that specifically protected humans from evil demons.
[ Is this an interview? Is this part of the contract decision-making process? Who knows. He did say he wanted to get to know her, so she's also trying to get to know him, too. ]
[He... kind of gets that, at least. And he's trying to sort through some pretty complex feelings all at the same time, because this place is kind of the first moment he's really had to sit and actually think about everything that's happened. That's happened to him.]
It's a really old word, but it just means "King". Which is kind of appropriate since my full title is the King of Bel, or King of Kings. There used to be other "Bel" demons, before I was forced to consume them.
[Here he doesn't hide making a face, because it'd been such a weird, strange sensation. Uncomfortable and yet strangely welcome at the same time.]
No, I mean... what kind of demon are you? You don't seem like the kind of person who enjoys destruction, but you're also pretty threatening on your own. And yet, here we are, having a civil conversation.
[ But that is new information, sort of. He did say he was the King of Demons, but learning more about the terminology helps.
This is a word yet traversed, and who knows if she ever would. Learning new things is rather pleasant, though, even though she never expected to hear about these sorts of things before. Her world just keeps getting bigger and bigger. ]
I'm the kind of demon who killed God so that my friends and humanity at large wouldn't have to worry about facing one of His trials and suffer for it ever again. To make sure that demons can't hurt people as they please, and keep them strictly back in the Demon realm so that no one has to worry.
[So, no. He isn't really destructive, as a general rule of thumb.]
What about me is threatening?
[He's curious, and he inclines his head just slightly. She thinks he's threatening... Well, honestly, other than that bite, he's been trying to be on his best behaviour.]
[ It's something to be a King of Demons, but to kill a god? Wait- he just said "God". Do they only have one god where he's from, then? That raises a brow, and it's something she notes in her memory to ask about. ]
Gods are stupid, anyway. They think they're so high and mighty, that they can judge humanity, when all they're doing is toying with life and the people.
[ Okay, so she has a lot of salt about this. It's a touchy subject! It even gets her to roll her eyes in annoyance just thinking about it. The gods from her world are. . . problematic, and she can only summarise her feelings towards them by calling them stupid.
When he asks what makes him threatening, she shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders. She tries not to move too much, but that might just interrupt his hairbrushing. ]
Your abilities seem powerful, and you consume souls. I know I'm not scared of that other demon you mentioned, and I'm certainly not scared of you, but I can at least acknowledge that you are a threat to others.
Glad you agree with me about the whole "gods" thing.
[No, really. He sounds incredibly relieved when he says that, because he's used to getting the opposite sort of reaction. Demons are, after all, demons. And angels and gods are, generally, seen as good and right.
He pauses his brushing just long enough for her to move, before he continues. Interrupted? Only a little. Nothing he can't make up for.]
That's a good reason, I guess. [He nods, mostly to himself. He can understand that, that while maybe not being afraid of something, you can still understand that it's a threat. Or has the potential to be one, anyway.]
And... Honestly, I haven't consumed any souls. And I'd like to very much keep it that way, because the thought of doing that kinda...
I could get away with consuming someone's magnetite instead, but I'd still have to inflict some kind of damage on them either way.
[And magnetite, while alluring on it's own, definitely pales in comparison to the thought of a soul. Eugh. Demon thoughts aren't really good, honestly.]
And I'd probably have to find more people to take it from in general. And more frequently.
No, but demons can cross realms when summoned, and I'm a demon. So if you held my contract, theoretically, you should be able to summon me no matter where I am?
[ She slowly sits up, a hand on her cheek as she rests her elbow on the dresser. ]
I'm able to summon Grimm even in another world, but only because they've become a part of me now. I suppose that might work differently with you, since you aren't Grimm.
I'm not really sure what a Grimm is, but demons are bound by extremely powerful to their summoners through the contract. In which case, if we did make one, you'd technically be my summoner, even though you haven't summoned me from the demon realm.
Grimm are, I suppose you could say, monsters. They're soulless creatures whose only instinct is to destroy.
[ She turns to face him, crossing her legs once more. A Glyph appears next to him on the floor, a white one that glows a light blue. Kazuya might even feel and smell it— her Aura.
From the Glyph surfaces a suit of armour that gets as tall as the door. She can make it bigger, sure, but there's no point. It kneels before Weiss once it's been summoned, the sound of metal and steel clanking present when it moves. ]
This isn't how all Grimm look; there are various types. And they certainly don't look like this when you actually face a living one. They're usually black, with a mask on and everything.
[ Considering how her soul practically radiates from this creature, it's not as "soulless" anymore as she describes Grimm to be. ]
I'm able to summon Grimm that I've defeated in the past. And in Remnant, it's only people from my family who are capable of doing so.
[Yeah, he can both feel it and smell it. So much so that he leans back a little physically as the creature is summoned. It sort of... Reminds him of a demon, how she describes it. At least the lesser ones.
He'll close the distance between him and the kneeling creature, and... Put his hand on it, testing, feeling it out.]
The Grimm sound an awful lot like demons. At least low ranking ones. Maybe not colour-wise, but the whole instinct to destroy sort of thing.
[And it sounds, sort of, like she can use something like a compendium to store them. How strange.]
That's a pretty neat ability, honestly. And I assume incredibly helpful where you're from.
[And in return, Kazuya will snap his fingers, calling forth a large creature of his own, which appears in a small burst of lightning and black smoke.
Unlike the armour, it's clear that this creature is very much alive, and very hungry, if the way it eyes both Weiss and her suit of armour is any indication. However, all it does is lower it's head in clear deference to Kazuya, voice a low, ominous growl as it speaks.]
[ Weiss is more alert now, even standing up, almost prepared to fight if she has to. She just said earlier that she's not afraid of him, but that's not him, is it? She doesn't have a weapon or anything, so all she has to defend her is her Arma Gigas.
It's unsettling. It's creepy. The hairs on her arms have stood already, but she's giving a piece of her trust to Kazuya here to make sure that this demon won't harm her.
The Grimm that's under her command does stand though. It positions its sword downward as if to call attention—hey, you try something, and I won't have it. The tip of its large blade hitting the carpeted floor with a loud and heavy thud.
She does not say anything, waiting for Kazuya to be the one to say something first to try and get rid of the tension in the room. ]
[And as if on cue, the demon turns to Weiss, and lowers it's head as well in a bow, compliant to Kazuya's whims. Though hungry and dangerous it may look, its King's orders are absolute.]
No demon, at least the one's where I'm from, would dare act without my command. Especially since I'm the one who summoned it to begin with.
[He'll even give a hard pat to the demons side, as if to prove a point. It doesn't move. Doesn't even react to his touch.
However, it is a demon, and Kazuya understands that it can very much still be unsettling to be face with a very non-human one.]
I can send it away, if you're uncomfortable with it being here. I don't mind.
[ There's no need to send it away, unless he wants to. It does not mean she is going to let her guard down though, because her Arma Gigas stays armed and ready despite Kazuya's assurance.
Weiss does give it a look, though. Nothing quite threatening, but almost as if to say that it better not try anything even it's under Kazuya's command. For a moment as she speaks, she's still looking at the demon, wary. ]
How many demons do you have under your command, exactly?
[He's not sure whether she says that to put on a brave face, or if she actually means it, because he can still smell that bit of fear in the room from it's initial appearance.]
It's a bit cramped in here, with such a big demon.
[Is his decision, and while it's true, he really, truly doesn't want to put her even further on edge. With a snap of his fingers, the demon vanishes into that same swirling cloud of darkness, leaving not even a trace of it behind.]
An exact number is kind of hard to say... But there's definitely hundreds of thousands of them. Maybe even millions? The demon realm is way more vast than earth is, so it's hard to say. Even when I rallied them all, there was no way for me to keep count.
[ Weiss doesn't relax completely with the demon gone, but she does do a flourish of her wrist as if waving her Arma Gigas away. It disappears not as instantly as the demon, rather, it dissolves from top to bottom, flecks of light glimmering before completely evaporating into the ether. ]
I see.
[ That honestly would be useful, she thinks. If he has that many demons at his disposal and all... She really will think about it, because she does want all this fighting in Remnant to be over, as well. ]
[As the Arma Gigas disappears, so too does the almost overwhelming scent of her Aura with it, though there's still a faint bit of it that lingers.]
Not all of them. There's about 20 or so different types of Demons, 21 if you count "Bel" demons, but I'm the only one of those around. And even within those categories, there's still probably around 9 different types of them.
They can't. Like, they're physically unable to. My word is law, when it comes to demons. The only thing that has more sway on demons than I do is a contract.
You know, when people get to know each other, they usually start with... "Oh, when is your birthday? What's your favourite colour? Do you like to listen to music?"
That kind of stuff.
[ She's salty over nothing at this point. Just let her rant? ]
... You know, so much has happened in my life in such short order, it's hard to remember normal people stuff.
[ Please understand, Weiss. He's been through A Lot. ]
Uh, lets see. My birthday is August 31st, my favourite colour is blue, and honestly if I had my way I would have shown up here with my headphones and MP3 player.
[tbf Weiss' bullshit spans her entire life. Kazuya's spans literally two months. His was incredibly condensed and sudden!!!]
Yeah? Why? It's not like I have weapons or anything. I mean, I guess maybe my COMP, but I don't see how that'd be of any use here, since I doubt it'd be able to send any outbound emails, and I can already summon demons without it.
Dust is a source of energy. While you are capable of using magic, we use Dust to power our technology and make every day life convenient: Fire, Water, Electricity, Wind, amongst others.
The limitations are endless when Dust is involved, and anything is more powerful when you use it with your Aura.
[ So basically... magic! Dispensable magic, anyway. ]
[... Sounds like a resource from a video game, when she explains it like that.]
So... It's magic, basically. But the kind you need physically? We don't have anything like that where I'm from. And honestly, magic pretty much doesn't exist in any capacity back home, unless you learn it from a demon. And since no one even knew they existed until everything went down back home...
Yeah, magic was something you'd hear about in fairy tales back home too. Nothing that actually existed, unless it was in books or movies or stuff like that.
... It was pretty disorienting, being able to use it for the first time.
It used to. But now I'm kind of like... a bottomless fountain of the stuff? I'm sure I could probably exhaust it, but it'd be pretty hard. Especially since it's something that also regenerates with rest, much like Aura.
[ There's an outburst of energy with the way she says it, as if she just thought about it and blurted it out loud. It's a good question! In her head, anyway. ]
I can. I don't have to anymore, but I kind of like to anyway, since it's a decent way to pass the time and it's a bit awkward staying awake when no one else is?
[It's a good question! And the answer is... Sometimes!]
I can still get sleepy, if I'm doing nothing for too long. My body is sort of still used to my human rhythms, since it's still fairly human? And I can definitely get tired if I over exert myself.
[ Please keep up the normal stuff, body. You're doing a great job. ]
No... at least, I don't think so? I mean, there might be some kind of binding that might be able to hold me for a bit, but it probably wouldn't last very long.
[ As far as he's aware, he's as immortal as they come. ]
I mean, you could probably kill me, but I'd... get right back up, after a few minutes or so.
[ So it's the same with Salem, then. That's kind of unfortunate. Not that she'd want him dead! Just that she figured she might have gotten a clue on how to get Salem down and out for the count finally. ]
[ Hmm... if he gives it a little more thought.... ]
Actually, the first Bel had it's power sundered and split by God originally... And while obviously it didn't die, it was pretty weakened for thousands of years. And I did kill the God that did that and took over, so...
There's nothing like making friends and getting to know someone by kissing them on the lips on your first meeting.
[ Truly the epitome of making friends. She does see his point, though, and he doesn't seem like a bad guy! While she wouldn't call him a friend right away, she's open to an amiable acquaintanceship! ]
I've seen two people I know, as well. Though I wouldn't exactly call them friends, either.
[ She's just idly tossing the dice now... and it seems it's out for her life because that is a 5-5 right there. That? That doesn't earn a violent reaction, but just in case she couldn't be more honest? ]
Ew. [ Sorry, Leo. It's not about your butt. Don't take it personally. ] This is supposed to be sexy?
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hello, i return from holidays! hope yours went well
Wahaha! [ Look, he's not going to take anything personally here. He's got that loud, boisterous personality thing going. Weiss can complain all she wants about anything, he's going to take it in stride. Besides, he kind of gets it? ]
Maybe it could be in a different context...but I kind of feel like it wouldn't do much for me! But, well, if you don't like the rules, let's just change 'em! [ Leo. Leo, that wouldn't earn you any money? ] We could wildcard it to something else!
[ Of course, he also gives chess pieces laser beam powers when he plays so this is kind of what someone could have expected. ]
[ Which is the point of this game?? (Though sure, others might really just be playing for fun, not caring about the payout at the end of it. Weiss is more focused on the $$$, on the other hand.)
But, she really doesn't want to lick anyone's butt? At least Leo doesn't seem too particular about it, pressing on the issue. She's keeping an open mind! ]
[ It's not like her mind wasn't made up or anything! But she's certainly quick to grab the dice and reroll again, thanks to him.
Aaand she rolls a 3-2! Which means she has to caress his breast, now. She looks at him and shrugs her shoulders, finding a bit more confidence in this than earlier. ]
Wahahaha, go for it?! [ He'll just spread his arms, casually cheerful as he makes his chest accessible. He's surprisingly muscular underneath the clothing, though it's admittedly in a slender built kinda way. Idol work means he actually does a lot of athletics. ]
[ It was something she's noticed earlier on, but it feels as if she should mention it now. Maybe talking about it and hearing his point of view on things might help her loosen up a bit.
But she does her part, anyway. She takes a few steps closer until she can reach for his chest, and in fact, hesitates. Her fingers twitch just as it's inches away, but with a deep breath, she presses her palm against one of his pecs.
Trying new things is the only way to build up your experiences! And someone who has never experienced anything can't write good music~! [ So he's just viewing all this as a way to write better songs, maybe...?
Though honestly Leo is also just really easygoing about some things. He stands there less awkwardly, sort of amused but not about to mock her or anything. ]
[ But that's enough permission for her though. Her fingers flex awkwardly, before she starts caressing his chest. A gentle rub, and then a squeeze at where she feels there's more meat and muscle to it. ]
Wahaha, thank you~! I have to do a lot of exercise 'cause of idol work, which isn't too bad~?
[ Well, at least it's fun to preform...he's hit and miss on the practicing part, despite how hard everyone else works. ...Well, normally works. Ritsu is kind of hit and miss too. ]
Sure do! We go up on stage and preform, lo~~~~ots of singing and dancing! Sometimes we do photoshoots and commercials or whatever! My work outside of Knights is composing music for whoever hires me, though I also write all of our pieces.
[ He picks up the die himself to roll again. What horrors will RNG do this time? 4-1 which is...grab lips WHY IS HE GETTING THE DUMBEST SHIT TODAY - ]
Some of these combinations are pretty much the worst!
We're getting closer to victory! Anyway, I promise my hands are clean!
[ So he will make grabby hands with both, though he'll only use his right hand to reach out with his index finger and thumb to. Smoosh her lips a little bit in a grabby pinch (not hard). SO. SEXY. ]
[ A warning would have been nice, but what can you do at this point...
This is admittedly the weirdest game she has ever played, but it looks like they're done...? ]
Did we clear it?
[ There's a beep on both their watches alerting them of the pay out! And that's where Weiss' attention goes to for a good few seconds before she smiles. ]
What- [ For a brief moment, Weiss looks concerned and looks down at their feet. She'll have to watch out, it seems. And with how big he seems to be compared to her, no doubt she would have bruised toenails if her feet do get stepped on.
She's quick on her feet, at least, literally and figuratively. The sudden shock does not make her lose her footing, and spins as gracefully as one would expect a professional dancer. His comment gets her to laugh a little, but her response is no jest. ]
You had me worried. You're definitely not a dancer.
[ But credit where credit is due. He's been a good lead so far, so she doesn't see the need to worry now. ]
Let me guess, [ The hair is a bit unruly, so she doesn't think he's typical nobility. Hand is callused, which for some reason she notices right away, so he's become farther and farther from nobility the more she thinks. She hums as a way to make her pause less quiet, before saying: ] you're a mercenary?
[ Amused, he leads her out for a spin before pulling her back in toward himself—all talk of stepping on feet nonwithstanding, he is light on his. Footwork is indeed one of his best skills, a family style passed down for many, many years. What is swordsmanship, if not a kind of dance? Enough to pretend for long enough to dance with a gorgeous gal.
Her guess isn't a bad one. He laughs, a soft raspy noise colored with warmth. ]
Close. I do consider myself a man of duty.
[ A classy young lady like this—from the way she carries herself to the properness of her motions—gives him the sense that she is uppercrust. Unlikely to be all too pleased to find out she's dancing with a former convict and current fugitive of the Holy Empire. So that's a tidbit about himself he neglects to share for now. ]
I used to serve a lord. Now, I've been traveling with someone to pay my debt to them. [ he pauses, then corrects: ] Well. Before here. I haven't seen her at all in this resort.
[ He hums, giving her another up and down while moving into another step. ]
You, on the other hand... [ he drawls, and then arbitrarily chooses the utmost station for a lovely woman he can think of, ] Princess?
[ It's more stating the obvious than it is a compliment. But good for him for being able to travel though, and not being bound to serve someone. Weiss certainly isn't someone who likes the idea of that.
As for her? She isn't offended by his guess, merely blurting out a very casual "Nope." as she follows his lead, finding this all too easy yet enjoyable. ]
Former heiress. [ There's a negative connotation to it, especially with how it seems to be a thing of the past, but Weiss does not seem bothered saying it out loud. ] I'm a Huntress.
[ He doesn't seem to be put off by her being an heiress. Such things are quite common as far as Rokurou is concerned; a thing of the past, perhaps, but he too is a thing of the past. However, that isn't what really catches his attention. ]
A Huntress? [ he leads her into another step and spin in time to the music, deftly avoiding a couple of drunk guests having a fun time spinning around on the dance floor. ] What exactly do you hunt?
Soulless monsters that are attracted by negative emotion and energy. They exist to destroy, which causes a lot of problems.
[ Understatement of the century. But Weiss will keep it that for now! Much as their enemies have changed to humans and god-like beings, the Grimm are still creatures that Huntsmen have sworn to fight and defend mankind from. Besides, it's kind of off-putting to start talking about how your enemies are gods and a crazy lady whose husband left her and all that...
Her movements on the dance floor get a little bigger, whether it's with a pop of her foot or a flourish of her wrist when she's spun around. She's having fun! ]
I wield Myrtenaster— a Multi-Action Dust Rapier. I wish I had it with me- that would make things a lot more convenient. Not that I'm hoping to get into any battles here.
[ So yes, she does wield a ✨sword✨! A sword that is also a... gun. And she uses it like a magic wand most times. ]
[ Oh boy—that sounds a lot like something he is. Not quite the same, of course, not enough to give him a pause in thought. If he had to be chased around the resort by anyone for being full of malevolence, he would pick a cute girl with a talent for swordsmanship.
Well. No need to bring it up now! Why spoil such a fun dance? She’s light on her feet, a skill that the swordsman very much appreciates. ]
I couldn’t agree more. I’m a swordsman myself, but none of my swords arrived with me. Haven’t been able to find a single one around either.
[ He gives her another spin in time with the music and leads into a dip, offering a boyish grin while he does so, ]
Guess we’ll have to make do, hm?
[ As he guides her back to her feet in another artful swoop. Teasing aside, when it comes to motion and movement, the Rangetsu clan is second to none. ]
I'm sure our stuff are here somewhere. I refuse to accept that they stole our belongings and destroyed them.
[ Not that she's even aware that people can be taken from their worlds without clothes on or anything. That would honestly just be so stupid. . . ]
There are other things to do here, you know. [ It's what she says once she's spun, quick to balance herself and move along. ] Not that I'll be doing much of it, but it seems there are so many games to play in the casino.
You're right. I don't know how to play most of them, myself. Never had much times for games back in Midgand.
[ The song reaches its close, the last few beats drawn out long enough for one more step. When it finally ends and the other guests politely clap for the band, Rokurou offers her a little bow, playing the part of a gentleman. ]
Thank you for dancing with me. You're a great partner.
[ He's not the only one who bows. Weiss places her hands on her skirt and does a curtsy. ]
Thank you for inviting me. It was fun.
[ She actually had fun. The most fun she's had since arriving here, and that's saying a lot. Their masks prevent her from seeing his face in full, but she'll try and remember the hair. Voice, too. ]
[ There is no rule about removing your mask once you're in the party, as far as he knows, which is why he reaches up to peel it off of his face. The removal is a relief; air cools on his skin as he brushes a few loose strands of dark hair back behind his ear. ]
This might be cheating, buuuut ... I don't think anyone else is watching. [ he shares a little grin, ] A name is easier to remember with a face, right?
[ Well then! If he's doing that, then she may as well do the same.
She's careful to remove the mask off her face, making sure she doesn't mess up her hair in the process. There's a scar that runs down the left side of her face, across her eye. ]
If this is cheating, then I'll try to keep my mouth shut. [ There's a grin right back. She may be a goody two shoes, but she's not pandering to the authorities here. ] It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Rokurou. I'm Weiss.
[ The scar draws his attention. She had mentioned she was a huntress; had it been from a battle? Thin, precise, but her eye does not seem to be compromised. He wants to ask but finally pushes the urge back down, knowing that it's not the time or place to ask a lady about a mark on her face. There may not actually be a time or place to ask a lady about anything on her face.
Which is rather pretty. It wouldn't have mattered either way with his finding her personality to be quite charming but it's nice to see it without the mask. True enough: a name is better with a face to go with it. ]
The pleasure is all mine.
[ Since he's already enjoying playing the role of a proper gentleman—he reaches to take her hand in his, bowing his hand as he presses a light kiss against the back of it. ]
Did your lord teach you how to charm people, or is this a natural trait?
[ Because she is just that— charmed. She's not a blushing mess surprisingly, but she does let out a giddy little giggle when he kisses the back of her hand. ]
This almost feels like one of those encounters at a fancy ball, and then we'll never meet each other ever again.
[ Whew, girl, giving that old lord of his way too much credit. This proper behavior would be the work of his strict and terrifying mother—but he doesn't think bringing that up is going to increase his charm points. The woman would be rolling in her grave if she knew that her youngest son was tomcatting around some sex resort, so better not to think about her right now at all. ]
Let's hope that isn't the case. Let's not be strangers, alright?
[ And she definitely won't pretend she doesn't know him! Why would she do that when she got to indulge herself in a little bit of dancing? It was fun, and if she doesn't find a way out of here soon, then at least she made an acquaintance. ]
Well, that's good to know that I shouldn't do the thing you won't judge me for.
[Hearing Weiss Schnee, of all people, say "Not that I would judge" is kind of hilarious in and of itself. He can feel that she's changed, grown a bit, but also really, she's still Weiss.]
I was just here looking for clothes.
[Considering the pants he's wearing are too small and stolen from someone doing an orgy in the woods and he doesn't even have a shirt on.]
[ Yeah, she sees that. It is gross. And so, she takes a step back just so she's out of the way from any food that gets spit out by accident. ]
Truly, you have all the most desirable qualities.
[ That's enough of that, though. She highly hopes she doesn't see him again, but depending on how big this place really is, they might still bump into each other. ]
Anyway, I'm going to leave you alone now. I hope you'll do the same.
Can't someone try to socialise normally around here?
[ A part of her is thinking this girl is just doing this on purpose. Weiss is unfortunately so easy to rile up. ]
I was just looking for some company! I suppose it was my fault for not having a topic in mind, to start with. [ She unfortunately doesn't take a sip of the drink just yet, but she does swirl the wine around slowly. ] How about... oh- did you wake up outside or in one of the suites?
[Socialize normally? Who the hell does that when your circumstances aren't normal? Rin had to force herself to 'socialize normally' way to much during school. Here? She can be as curt and terrible as she wanted.
Which isn't too terrible, considering she still needs to cultivate a group of reliable "cards" to choose from if she wants to win the resort's game.]
Ugh, right... I came to in the simulated jungle and was hunted down before stealing a bunch of clothes from a horny mob. And you?
[ Huh, so she woke up there. She wonders if other people woke up in a different way. There's only been "two" scenarios so far. ]
I woke up next to someone in a cheap room. [ That gets her to start drinking, taking a sip out of annoyance from remembering it. ] I couldn't find my clothes anywhere, and the stuff in the bathroom were all... weird.
I think I get it- this place wants you to have sex. But making you smell like you're a dog in heat is just tacky.
That sounds gross and absurd. Who would even be attracted to that?
[She says as if that doesn't immediately doom her to an ironic fate of falling victim to just that.
Though, since Weiss has gotten a drink in and hasn't turned weird or dropped dead, Rin decides to start nursing her own. It's not bad? Actually, she might just like the taste. It's smooth, and comforting.]
[ Weiss has also vowed never fall victim to it again, but with how bad her luck is and how this place can do all sorts of weird things? She likely will. . . ]
I'd be wary of the other things in the room, as well. Not that I've tinkered with everything there just yet, though.
[ And she's going to drink some more! She'll wave someone over to order some finger food— cheese would be quite nice, really! And a little bit of honey. ]
[ Weiss certainly has no objections. She likes her fruits! And she also eats like a baby bird. With the attention of one of the waiters, she makes her order before going back to the conversation, making sure to ask for extra apple slices. ]
I don't drink wine all that often, [ Or any other alcoholic drink, for that matter. ] but the fruits should taste well with this one in particular.
[ She lifts her glass a little, just up until it's eye level. ]
I'm more used to the ones that taste like berries.
My father really enjoyed wine, so I've known quite a few. The dry wines really aren't my thing, but I suppose the nutty flavor isn't so bad. I feel like maybe it'd be better as a tea, though. Wine is better suited for things like sangrias.
[She takes a more hearty gulp this time. Wondering if it was perhaps mulled wine or some type of fermenting process that gave it the nutty flavor.]
[ She's been trained to drink these sorts of things for fancy gatherings, but if she had a choice, she really wouldn't drink it. Or any other alcoholic drink, for that matter. But she also knows what her limits are, at the very least, so she knows when to stop.
Weiss refuses to become like her alcoholic mother. ]
I'm not a tea person, either. A little nutty flavour in coffee isn't so bad, though. There's almond milk in coffee, and even hazelnut flavoured coffee, after all.
[ Yeah, she's a lot better in conversation if coffee is involved. That's her go-to drink! ]
At least it doesn't seem like this one glass won't make us intoxicated.
[ Or so she thinks, anyway. She'll save the rest of her drink when the fruit platter arrives, thinking it really would be easier to down then.]
[No wine or tea? Wow! Excuse Rin while she Silently Judges You, Weiss. Especially because she's the type of person who views her father with heavily tinted rose-colored glasses, so the insult to something her father liked isn't taken all that well.
Rin doesn't say it, though. Instead she blurts out:]
Honestly you'd probably be much cuter if you were.
[WHAT?! Why the hell did that come out?! It was supposed to be an inner thought only! Rin's hand flies up to her face as she covers her expression and tries to keep herself from letting anything else come out.]
[ Oh! That was. . . rather sudden, wasn't it? She can see the shock in Rin's expression, and she normally would be just as flustered, and she does sputter for a moment! She's also quick to gather her bearings, though. ]
I can't believe you were accusing me of finding you cute but here you are saying that!
[ And that she'd be cuter if she liked tea? Or was it the wine? Either way. . . It definitely does a boost to her ego. ]
There are so many things that are cute about me. And it's not limited to my drink of choice.
[ Which she only mentions because a server comes up to them finally with their little platter! Apples, watermelon slices, kiwi, mangoes, grapes, and other fruits are all in one plate, and they're served dessert forks to go with it. ]
Please don't get drunk. That's just... really pathetic, honestly.
[ That's a lot more blunt than she normally would be! And she realises this immediately. Hopefully that wasn't too rude for Rin, because she certainly doesn't want to make enemies at this time with anybody.
May as well just... eat this apple slice. MM SURE IS JUICY AND GOOD.... let's ignore the elephant in the room. ]
[Tohsaka grabs a dessert fork, but is quick to utilize it to point accusingly at Weiss rather than nab a bit of fruit.]
Excuse me? Aside from a little bit of cheese on a cracker earlier, I haven't had anything. They don't exactly have amenities in the jungle, after all. I had to run, naked I'll have you know, for my life while getting hunted down for sexual sport. A little more stressful than smelling like a dog, I'll have you know.
[ She is not intimidated by the accusatory fork. And despite how judgey she's sounding, it's not because she wants Rin to remain completely pathetic!! ]
Shouldn't you be eating more now, then? Maybe we should get something more filling.
[ Gurl, if she has to wave another waiter over... ]
[Her expression twists further. Rin takes that fork and starts eagerly stabbing multiple pieces of fruit until the tines have about all they can take. She gobbles it all in one big, defiant bite.]
Because it's free, of course! Who knows how expensive any of this stuff will end up being?!
[ It's not like Rin is wrong or anything, but Weiss would prefer to spend what money she has here on essentials. Food is essentials! And she sure as hell doesn't have any intention of going around and begging for people to treat her or anything.
She does wave the waiter over, though. It's a lounge, so maybe filling finger food might be available. ]
Do you have some Grilled Nectarine & Cheese Crostinis? Maybe Cilantro Tomato Bruschetta?
[ Those are oddly specific, but it's what she thinks are good to eat. The waiter does confirm they have crostinis, but it's smoked pimiento cheese. Some other finger food selections are offered, as well. So Weiss defers to Rin for judgement. ]
[When Rin hears something she likes she pipes up.]
Oh! The roasted Margherita flatbread sounds lovely.
[It sounds healthy enough that she won't feel (too) bad if she devours the whole thing. Also it sounds warm... a perfect contrast to the fruit plate.
Of which Rin helps herself more to. Thanks for being a temp sugar mama, Weiss. Rin may have a family pedigree but she's always been broke herself. For... a multitude of reasons.]
See, there's the problem of not having enough money here, but if she's able to help someone, then that totally is a good use of limited resources. Though now she'll have to be more careful of how she spends the rest of her money.
Especially when she doesn't even want to play the big game hanging over everyone's heads. ]
Actually, it might be a good idea to look for someone who has more resources than others, now that I think about it.
[Rin's expression turns sly as she latches on to what Weiss is saying.]
Intend to leech off of the more fortunate?
[YOU MEAN EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE DOING RIGHT NOW, RIN? At least Rin actually intends to play the game. Though she does find herself a little concerned there haven't been many people she'd consider "prey," for now. She feels like like a cat surrounded by wolves while unable to spot any mice or birds.]
[Rin's mental gymnastics is so twisted it's difficult to tell when she's "I will be completely selfish and talk all of what I want and leave nothing else," or when she's, "life is a series of debts and repayments, and I refuse to be the one indebted to others". Perhaps it's a matter of context.]
Is that right? Forced charitable donations are acceptable?
...Are you saying you'll sell yourself for it? I mean, what else is there to offer in a place like this?
["Just tellin' it like it is" - only in the must blunt and rude way possible. Rin may like her fellow women, but she can be a thorn to pretty much everyone.]
Good luck banging your head on the wall. If you don't know how it pulled us all in, I doubt you'll figure a way out. I'd like to see you in a couple months and hear about your progress.
[Rin Tohsaka has always been stubborn, but she also likes to pretend she's the type of person who gives up in any situation she already knows she won't win in. Like someone dealing with "logic" rather than "heart".]
You know what? I'll take that challenge. I'll see you again and give a report on my progress. If I'm still here, anyway.
[ Oh boy. Now she can't not do some research and try to find a way out of here. She's determined, at least. Not just to prove someone wrong, but to make progress and find her way back to Remnant.
Their fingerfood is pretty easy to make, at least. By the looks of it, it was just plating everything and then bringing it to them, so it doesn't take very long. Weiss pushes the plate closer to Rin. ]
[ They have the same reaction. Sort of. Dramatic gasp and everything. She almost wants to laugh from how stupid it is, but she is also embarrassed?? ]
I don't understand how that would be considered sexy. [ Also that's her butt????? ] I mean, I guess you can reroll? Although I don't know if that's considered one missed turn already.
W-we can just say that was...a warm-up! Yes. The game truly begins now!
[ Gods help her if she rerolls the same thing again, she'll have to accept a missed turn then. As it is, she just has to hope the game runners aren't going to insist a practice roll isn't a thing. Scooping up the dice, she eagerly throws them again, this time rolling...
A 6 and a 3! ]
...Sniff mouth? Ahem. That...seems much easier to accomplish.
[ That's much easier to accomplish, yes, but that's still... really weird. ]
Sure, I guess?
[ Wait, Weiss pauses, turns around to cover her mouth so she can smell her breath. Okay— it smells like the peppermint mocha from Birdbucks. It's not too bad? She turns back around a few seconds after. ]
Right.
[ Slowly... slowly... she opens her mouth by just a tiny little fraction. ]
[ It's not until Weiss turns around to check her own breath that Furina stops to consider how her own might smell...she'd had some raspberry wine earlier, so it can be too bad, right? Still...
She earnestly hopes this is the only breath smelling either of them will need to do. Leaning forward, Furina tips her nose up towards Weiss's...mouth...and sniffs.
Furina certainly hopes so, because the clinical act of licking someone in the mouth sounds so much weirder than just a kiss with tongue...though that's also a bit — new, still.
Swallowing against the nerves in the back of her throat, Furina nods, meeting Weiss' gaze. Okay. She can do this... ]
Ahem! Very well, then. I'm...ready, when you are!
[ do you think in teyvat they call it a fontainian kiss ]
[ It's just a kiss. A kiss with tongue. A kiss that'll last more than a second. It's not as crazy as the other options, so it's fine!
Weiss does take a deep breath in and then out. ]
Right. And— it's okay to be nervous. [ Though she might just be saying that because she is. By no means is she calling Furina out for this!
With a small smile, she leans in. While she doesn't kiss Furina on the mouth right away, she does kiss the girl on the cheek first. A soft and gentle one, before she moves to the other cheek. It's to get a feel of it, to set the mood. Weiss is imagining how she'd like to be kissed and emulating her ideas.
Finally, she presses her lips against Furina's, two fingers on the other girl's chin to tilt it up a little. ]
[ Perhaps Weiss is only saying that because she herself is nervous, but Furina still appreciates it all the same, because she is nervous, as well. She's still new to this kind of kiss, and it seems terribly easy to do it wrong, as patient as others have been with her. This is enough to tell her that Weiss will be patient, too, and...okay. It's just a kiss.
Quietly grateful that Weiss takes the lead and builds up to kissing her mouth, Furina tamps down her nerves with the gentleness of that gesture. It makes it all the easier to lean into it when Weiss prompts her to, her gaze dipping up before remembering she should...close her eyes. As they flutter closed, one of her trembling hands lifts to glide over the curve of the other girl's jaw, thumb just pressing to the corner of her cheek, her lips parting after a few moments to deepen the kiss.
There's no need to rush, really, and Furina doesn't want to rush. Maybe it's some silly game, but that doesn't mean she'll treat a kiss so ungently when it's given to her like this. ]
[ There really is no need to rush. Weiss wouldn't want to mess anything up either. She might not be a fan of everything that's going on around here; she wants money from this game and that's about it. But if someone plays with her and leaves with an opinion of thinking she's a bad kisser? That's just won't do.
Her kisses remain slow, languid, and warm. When she feels Furina's lips part, Weiss doesn't dive in and become a bit more aggressive. There's no need to. But she does place her other hand on Furina's waist, and her kisses feel a little warmer and heavier. They begin to linger, lightly sucking on her lower lip in between each one.
The objective is to lick her mouth, but it feels a little to soon to start using her tongue. That's just tacky, and Weiss won't accept tacky. ]
[ It's a little strange, how before they started kissing, Furina might have thought she would prefer a tacky, if straight-forward approach. The game is a means to an ends, after all, and while Weiss seems nice so far, it's not as though they're anything but strangers. Now, however, that Weiss has displayed this tenderness towards her, now that she has taken things slow and made what could have just been a quick and dirty kiss into something sweeter, Furina is content to let this linger, and to let the kiss play out as it will.
It doesn't hurt that it's...good practice for her either. She is, of course, still an actress at heart, eager to put her best foot forward, and this is almost like...an audition, a rehearsal. A chance to take what she knows and what she's learned and hone her skill. As Weiss tugs her lips between her own, Furina scrapes over them lightly with her teeth, tongue pressed to the roof of her own mouth, while the hand at Weiss' jaw lifts to sink into her hair instead, fingers filtering through it gently, carefully.
...She likes to think she's gotten rather good at this, in her limited exposure, but she's more than a little familiar with reading a partner's movements and taking cues. If Weiss doesn't make the attempt first, when the moment feels right, Furina takes the initiative to glide the tip of her tongue over Weiss's bottom lip, emboldened by the warmth of this kiss.
It's only then that she realizes she's started to tasted the peppermint that had lingered on Weiss' breath. ]
[ They can practice together! Or something. It's an unconventional way to go about things, but there's nothing normal about being in this place to begin with.
It's Furina who takes the initiative to do more, and Weiss picks up on the cue rather quickly. Was she supposed to do that, or is Furina the one who wants more than what she has to offer? It's something she'll think about later on, after all this, because she parts her lips a little to let her tongue slide out. At the same time, she takes a step closer, her one hand tilting Furina's head up a little more as she deepens the kiss.
Weiss did say they were going to make out. And now she's getting more into this, a soft moan escaping her as she seeks Furina's tongue with her own. ]
[ Though Furina may have been the one to invite Weiss to deepen the kiss, it's somehow still surprising when she feels the slick slide of her partner's tongue dipping past her lips, and a muffled sound of surprise escapes her that is swiftly lost between their mouths. As Weiss steps closer, a warm, flushed sensation sweeps over Furina from head to toe. She's beginning to better understand why kissing like this is so popular back home...
For all intents and purposes, they've now fulfilled what the dice asked for them, but Furina isn't quite ready to let this end, enjoying what Weiss offers her in this kiss, and the chance to learn, to studying these intricate dance moves that she is quickly becoming accustomed to. The touch of her tongue is timid, at first, but she grows bolder, drawing it over the ridge of Weiss's teeth as she draws her flavor into her own mouth, her heart beating like a mad fist in her chest.
Should they...stop now?
Her hand drops down to rest against gently against Weiss's collar bone, an invitation to stop, if she wishes to, but otherwise, Furina will continues to kiss her, slow and deep. ]
[ It's true - they could stop here. The thought even occurs to Weiss when their tongues meet, but she's overcome by a need to keep going. To keep kissing Furina. The fact that they're playing a game hasn't been lost on her, but. . . perhaps just a little more, a little longer.
There's something fun about this— kissing and being close to someone— the physical intimacy of it all is both so intriguing and exciting, and Weiss finds that she's not quite ready to let go just yet.
At the same time though, she isn't someone who intends to take this any further. Her kisses remain as slow and heated as Furina's, like a calm river during a hot summer day. Even Furina's hand by her neck feels hotter than it should, as if she's become so sensitive to everything.
When Weiss breaks away, it's more because she needs air than because she wanted to stop. Her eyes stay half-lidded after opening them, her cheeks so flush, and her chest is heaving just from all that. ]
Are you okay?
[ Her voice is hush, and it's only the hand on Furina's chin that drops. The other remains on the other girl's waist, albeit her touch isn't so heavy and pronounced now. ]
You know, I'm not some pretty princess in need of defending. I can take care of myself.
[ But she is a pretty princess, thank you very much.
... And if you think that was cold, she takes the spoon that's held out to her, only to turn it around and shove the cake right into Elphelt's mouth. ]
[Elphelt was trying to be polite and let Weiss get the first bite! But she accepts it with excited wiggles in her seat. It tastes good!]
--I-I didn't mean to suggest you can't just because you're a pretty princess. But...well, us girls have to stick together, right? Just know you don't need to deal with anything all on your own. That's all.
I suppose you have a point. Then, if you ever have any problems, you can come to me, too.
[ It's only fair! Finally, she takes a sip of her coffee. It's not bad— a little sweet, but still decent. She nods before taking another sip, deciding that she likes the taste. ]
Yeah! Girl power! We can handle anything this place throws at us if we work together.
[If only she had half a clue what 'work together to survive' entails in this world. Maybe then she would think Weiss is better off getting help from literally anyone else.]
I bet a classy girl like you has an eye for fashion, right? The first thing I could use help on is picking out clothes once I've got the cash. No way I'm living with only one outfit!
You do have some chips on your watch. You can get some at the stores. And there are vouchers, too.
[ So she can get more outfits!! Though... it might be better to buy more clothes later on. What if they wake up tomorrow and they're at home already? Then they'd just be wasting resources now! ]
If anyone knows not to splurge too fast, it's a starving artist. [Said as if she doesn't totally get an allowance straight out of the kingdom's coffers.] Besides...you don't think we've got enough to get all the outfits we could want, right? This might be a good excuse as any to try out new styles!
[She is already thinking of a rock 'n' roll makeover for Weiss. It'll be a fabulous girl's day out!]
Plus, it'd be totally more fun to do it together. We could even get matching outfits and be twinsies.
[ Elphelt, you are asking too much of her. Weiss isn't completely rejecting the idea, at least. This time, she takes a bite of the cheesecake for herself, taking a moment to savour how it tastes.
Cheesecakes? More like heaven on earth. ]
I could definitely help you out in looking for outfits, though. But I can't promise it'll be... [ A pause. She is trying her best to think of a word that wouldn't be too offensive for "rock n' roll". ] daring or rough around the edges. I could try, though.
[ Weiss is gonna dress Elphelt up like Blake and Yang's lovechild. ]
[But...they would have been hot! Together! An unstoppable force of feminine power!]
What about you? I think you'd look pretty good in a more, uh, daring and rough around the edges look. Leather, straps, a few spikes here and there. A real 'bad girl' makeover for a day.
[ Bad girls would not care! Weiss would be threatened or even challenged right about now! ]
You do nail the fashion, though. [ She looks Elphelt up and down for a bit as she thinks. What can she suggest to make her more "bad"? ] Hm, have you ever tried black coffee?
[She may not have tried it herself, but her body recoils at the thought, a reaction rooted in a deeply embedded genetic memory inherited from her original. Black coffee is icky!]
[..........The things rockers do to impress babes.
Without a word, Elphelt gets up to head to the counter and orders the most bitter, blackest coffee--loud enough so a certain someone can hear. Large cup of bitter blackness in hand, she returns to her seat.
Still saying nothing, Elphelt chugs. It is awful and bitter, but she powers through! Her intense gaze stays locked on Weiss's eyes the entire process. Once the coffee is gone, she lets out a deep, gravelly death growl.]
YEEEAH! BITTER BLACKNESS DEEPER THAN DEATH ITSELF!
[She smashes the cup against her forehead, turning it into a little paper disc, which she drops in front of Weiss. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth as she throws up the horns with both hands.]
[ On one hand? That was really embarrassing. She even gets up her seat to tell Elphelt that she doesn't need to order!! But the order gets fulfilled pretty quickly, and she's left to sit back down and watch the whole thing.
... that was not "cool" by any means, but that was still pretty intense. ]
You know what? You can just forget what I said earlier.
[ Said a little weakly. She has Regrets. ]
Please don't let me tell you what you should and shouldn't drink.
[ Good for him for enjoying all this. . . At least someone is entertained! Weiss is still so confused, but has some to realise that maybe he wasn't lying about this magic trick, if it even is a trick. It might just be magic altogether.
Much as she hates being told what to do, she lets out a huff before doing as she's told. Just a little, just enough that she isn't sitting so stiff in her seat.
It isn't for him, though. ]
I'm curious... How many fingers am I holding up?
[ Well, holding up on her lap, she means. That's why she put some distance between her legs to begin with. ]
( there's a long groan, as though he hates the prospect of being tested--in reality, it doesn't much bother him, though it does make him slump back in his seat, chin ducking down slightly to angle his gaze more fully through to the table and beyond.
this is the sort of thing that might give him a headache, in the long run. but she's spread her legs at least a little bit, enough to see the hue of her underwear, and more than that, now she's got a hand in her lap, holding up-- )
Three? Three fingers.
( immediately he's laughing, a bright sort of cackle, as he leans into the table again; he clearly can't sit still. )
What do I win? What's my prize?
i thought i put how many fingers she had up i'm gomen but that's ok
[ The moment he says "three", she immediately closes her hand into a fist. The game is over, and much as she'd like to deny him the victory, she can't.
It's pretty amazing, whatever he's doing, she'll have to give him that. There's no part of Weiss that would fawn over a person's skills unless she really idolised them, though. So for now, she'll give credit in her own way. ]
I don't know how you did it—with some sort of crazy spell, probably—but you got it right.
You wanted to know the colour of my panties, didn't you? Would knowing be enough of a prize?
( there's a laugh--he's pleased, at least, and this means he's won something; her hand curls into a fist, and part of wonders if she's about to climb over the table and slap him.
luckily, it doesn't seem like they're going to have that problem. )
It's not magic or anything. It's just how I am. ( there's an indifferent, playful little shrug. ) Besides, now I know the color of your panties. The prize would be if you took them off and gave them to me.
( okay, maybe now he's going to get slapped across the table. )
[ Wait, no, that's not the point here. She was about to leave the topic at that and move onto the next part of their little speed date before time's up, but what he says about her panties gets her to do a doubletake. ]
What- the nerve! [ Oh god, she could slap him so easily. She's huffing and puffing, and instead of slapping him, she slams her hands on the table. ] I think we're done here! You've had your fun, and I'm sure someone else would be happy to give their panties to you.
[ Even if he's serious or not, she sure as hell is embarrassed beyond belief by such a request. Her face is so red as she scowls at his general direction. Rather than walk away though—which she could so easily do—she actually stands there and waits for an apology... ]
( oh boy, he's definitely offended this one--the table rattles, her hand slammed onto it, and though he should jump, he doesn't. he waits, settled back in his seat, full of warm, quiet amusement; in some ways she reminds him of another girl he knows, back home, one that he has no shortage of teasing altercations with, just like this.
she might be leaving now, but she'll be back. it's not like there's anywhere really for them to go except onto the next speed date, and then what? she's trapped in this place just like the rest of them.
however, she's not--actually leaving. with a lift of a brow, he sits up a little taller, waiting; she definitely is disgruntled, but she seems to be waiting for something. )
Eh~? What is it? ( a tilt of his head, playful. ) Are you waiting for something?
( his lips spread into a grin. ) Sit back down. We can work out some kind of deal, right?
[ The resort is a big place. They can easily miss each other if they aren't there in the right place at the right time. At the same time though, they really can't go anywhere else. It's very likely they'll bump into each other again, whether she likes it or not.
Weiss does not leave and expects an apology not because of any future instances wherein they do run into each other, but rather because she's far too prideful to not up and leave without one. She is practically demanding one, and she might not be able to get on with the rest of her day without it. ]
I'm waiting for something, yes. [ Said in between gritted teeth. ] You're supposed to be saying something.
[ And no, she does not "sit back down" as she is told. She will very angrily stand, arms crossed, absolutely indignant. The more she's given instructions, the more she does not want to follow them like the brat that she is. ]
[ Definitely not. Maybe another time, when there isn't something more important going on.
It's funny how she was so against getting intimate with anyone here, even telling Rin that she'll focus on getting more information to get out of here, instead. And yet, having a taste of intimacy and the pleasure that comes with it has changed her mind some. It isn't so bad to indulge!
Like now, when she finds herself in the presence of such a lovely woman. Her own touch is a lot more shy and reserved, and she even hesitates for a second before she rests her hand on Nami's waist. It's an experimental touch, to see what the other girl would appreciate, because while she somehow loves getting attention and affection, she's also not that very good at giving back. Maybe that can change.
Or she could try and vie for more attention. Especially with her words. ]
You know, [ She arches her back some, her breast pressing even further into the other girl's hand. ] I'm not wearing a bra underneath.
[ Her dress is padded, at least, but that hardly matters with a statement as bold as that. ]
[ Shifting encouragingly towards Weiss' hand, Nami's touch grows bolder as well, smirking at the bit of information the other woman shares about her outfit. Most of her experience, especially with other women, has happened at the casino, so while there's a lot she's still improvising her way through, Nami knows an invitation when she hears it.
Head ducking, hiding a grin against the other woman's skin while she kisses her way along the collar of Weiss' dress Nami's gaze stays trained on the other girl's face. ]
Are you going to take it off so I can see for myself, or do I get to take it off you?
[ She gives Weiss' skin a careful nip as she asks before pulling back long enough to pull her own top off and cast it aside. Unlike Weiss, she didn't think to forgo wearing a bra, but the black lace she opted for that day compliments the sunny freckles that span the tops of her shoulders, and the curves of her body nicely. ]
[ While Nami may have one more layer beneath her top, the whole action of taking it off is definitely a sight to see. Her own experience when it comes to being intimate isn't a lot— in fact, she's really only experienced it here in this casino, and she's yet to have any experience with women. It makes the way she watches and the way she reacts more genuine— that while it wasn't quite a show just for her, it's something to behold compared to changing clothes alongside your roommates and teammates at home.
She lets out a soft and giddy little laugh after catching herself staring for a second. Right- she was asked a question. ]
I doubt there's any excitement in pulling a zipper down... [ And so, she straightens her back and reaches for the zipper on one side of her dress. With it being the only thing that keeps her outfit together, it slowly slips down as it begins to fan out all the way down to her waist.
It'd be so easy to slip out of the dress entirely, either by letting it pool to the floor if she got back up, or by pulling it up and over her arms, but Weiss isn't in a rush for that at this time. It is a she said though, she isn't wearing anything underneath her dress beyond her panties; her perky breasts now exposed to the cool air.
With that out of the way, she reaches for Nami's hands now that they're free again. Weiss gives her hands a soft tug, urging her to come back closer, guiding those hands to the sides of her chest as she leans in to kiss the other girl again. ]
[ The laugh is incredibly cute and somehow fits in with the pleasantly unexpected turn her afternoon has taken, and it's enough to make her shoulders flush, that giddy warmth creeping up the sides of her neck. She keeps her eyes on Weiss, her focus moving between the other woman's face and the soft line of her body when she straightens up to unfasten her dress. ]
It depends on what the zipper is for. [ She counters. This zipper is exciting.
Nami doesn't need much encouragement to get close again, grinning against Weiss' mouth as she's caught in another kiss, the hands the other woman's guided high on her sides, fanning out against her ribs, mapping her curves before roving up to cup her breasts.
Experienced or not, that Weiss isn't shy about what she wants is enough to encourage Nami further, urging her to part her lips and let the tip of her tongue brush against the other woman's bottom lip, tracing over the subtle swell of it as she gently catches Weiss' nipples between her fingers, rolling them between the pads of her fingers slowly. ]
You're going to have to get my bra off. [ The words murmured against Weiss' mouth in a low tease. ] My hands are going to be busy for a while, and I want you to touch me.
[ It's silly. Weiss will think about it later and just think of how silly it is that a chess game quickly turned into this, but she wouldn't find it unpleasant. Nor would she regret it. And with each playful kiss she gives, her confidence builds; the more she wants to give, as well.
She doesn't wait to let her hands wander, but she doesn't want to seem too excited, either. From holding hands, she rests her hands on Nami's waist, feeling her skin, letting a bit of her own warmth mix with hers. Slowly, she lifts her hands up, letting them explore a bit more, pushing the other girls' breasts up playfully before bringing her hands back. It makes her lean forward, her body pressing up against Nami's in turn. ]
It's a cute bra. Let me take care of it.
[ Her voice is a little hushed now. Nobody else can hear them here, but it just feels like the right thing to do in this situation. To keep her voice down like this— to make it more intimate. Though it might sound like a line, Weiss does actually mean it. Black isn't her colour, but it is cute.
There's no ceremony to it, how Weiss easily unclasps it with a push and a pull, allowing her to slip her hands underneath with little issue. While that seems easy, the rest is still rather unfamiliar territory. But with how her nipples are gradually getting hard and the smile on her face, doesn't seem all that nervous. ]
[ Rolling her shoulders to slide her bra down, Nami's hands leave Weiss' body briefly, long enough to toss the garment aside before she draws close again, smirking at the other woman's choice of words. ]
I'm already having fun with you. [ Nami's tone mirrors Weiss' in softness, murky marine eyes catching Weiss' paler, bluer ones in a fleeting stare, raising her eyebrows conspiratorially before bridging the space between their mouths and kissing her again.
The thought of not seeming too eager hasn't been in Nami's mind for a while now, the truffle's effect on her evident in the way she lets her hands flatten against the other woman's back, the tops of her palms rough from a life at sea, but her touch gentle all the same. The deft touch of a pickpocket.
She's not used to being the one with more experience in a situation like this one, but Weiss is encouraging enough that Nami can take what she says to heart, happy to do as the other woman asks, and have a lot of fun with her.
Nami's palm curves over Weiss' ass, hand fitting over the shape of it as the tips of her fingers tease between the other woman's thighs from behind, her other hand running up Weiss' side before cupping one of her breasts again. ]
[ They're at a mixer! While others may be here forced, Weiss sure isn't. While she'd rather not play the bigger game this resort and its management want from them, she's also found that the more intimate parts of it aren't so bad after all. Whatever embarrassment she thought of it stay in her head, but they're thrown out the window once she gets in the mood and around the right people.
Nami hasn't given her a reason to get huffy or to get too embarrassed. It's a lot easier to be playful, to want and to get, and to enjoy. It's easy to help get the straps of Nami's bra off her shoulders and down her arms, and the way her eyes drop down for a few seconds to admire what's now exposed to her shows she isn't embarrassed, either.
There are makings a scar on the right side of her torso, just an inch or so below her breast that goes all the way down to above her tailbone. The rest of her dress still covers it up, but the rough patch of skin would be something Nami would feel from Weiss' back, too. She's small, dainty, and very obviously takes care of her body from just how smooth and perfect she feels, save for that scar there. It isn't something Weiss has ever talked about with anyone, but being impaled by a burning weapon doesn't really make for a fun conversation, especially in a situation like this. Not that she's ashamed— it's a battle scar, one that defines who she is today. ]
You're- [ She laughs, a giddy little one, that shows that she's having fun too. ] You're good with your hands. They feel nice.
[ The gentle touch, yet it feels like it could be more if Nami put more weight to them. There's a little bit of roughness from the touch, but Weiss thinks she prefers it that way. Her own fingers should be calloused from how she handles her sword, but with all the care she puts into taking care of her skin, there's just a hint of roughness from it. She's slow when a hand makes its way to Nami's breast, a curious touch as it hovers over the curve of it for a moment. When she does gain confidence a second later, her fingers splay over what she can touch before they curl for a squeeze.
It's all making her feel hotter. The way she's beginning to explore the other woman's body, hands all over hers, both on her breasts and just below her ass. Weiss has been trying her best to remain calm—maybe Nami would like that—but she's increasingly becoming needy that that cool would go away soon. ]
[ As long as Weiss doesn't call attention to the marks on Nami's body - the tattoo high on her arm and the still healing scarred lines around it hard to miss - Nami wouldn't dream of asking Weiss about hers. Everybody's got some darkness in their past, and she's happy to leave that behind her while extending the same to others.
Besides, everything else about Weiss is distracting enough, that she couldn't possibly pay special attention to the spot of roughness on the other woman's back, not with her hand still curved over Weiss' ass like it is, and the woman's soft hand moving to cover her breast, touching her in a way she's been waiting for without realizing it. Nami's skin is soft, her body curvy, but the layer of lean muscle beneath is evidence of a life at sea, much like the spray of freckles over her face, and across her shoulders.
The compliment makes Nami laugh, the sound soft and breathless, not as giddy as Weiss' laughter, but no less girlish. Though the casino's pushed a lot of experience on her in a very short time, it's exciting to have another person like this, especially when they're having as much fun with it as Weiss seems to be having. ]
I'm great with my hands. [ She offers, her fingers stretching out, teasing beyond the cleft of the other woman's ass before her fingertips trace over Weiss' folds through the fabric of her panties. ]
Should we lay down?
[ As much fun as she's having teasing Weiss' cunt from behind like this, there's a lot more Nami knows she can do to prove Weiss right. ]
I- [ Hah, she laughs again, tensing up a little as she feels her entrance clench at the same time. Her panties are already slightly damp, and Nami would be able to feel it once Weiss agrees to the suggestion. ] You sure are.
[ That is to say, she nods, looks back over her shoulder just to see how much she should be backing away. The pod, for how small it is, does provide ample space to actually lay down. And so, Weiss does, rather inelegantly. She doesn't sprawl on the mattress like some sexy pin-up doll, merely shifting and moving her ass back, her feet pushing her backwards at the same time.
She doesn't leave Nami behind, at least. While Weiss does let go of the other girl, her hand drifts down her arm and takes her hand before moving back. It isn't anything like a come hither, but the smile on her face is definitely inviting as she tugs on the hand she's holding. Once her back's against a pillow as she's half laying on the mattress and half seated, ]
Is this better?
[ It makes grabbing her ass a bit more difficult, but she'd listen to Nami if she wants Weiss in any other way. For now, she opens her legs, spreading them a little bit so that she can watch the pirate between them. ]
[ The need to detangle herself from Weiss' body and pull away so the other woman can stretch out and get comfortable, Nami moves to the side, letting Weiss arrange herself as she settles between her thighs. There might not be anything traditionally sexy about the pose Weiss strikes, but Nami's drawn in all the same, letting the other woman take her hand and guide her closer. She plants her free hand against the mattress beneath them and lets her body curve over Weiss' slighter frame, enjoying the way their skin brushes together as she moves in to kiss her again as a means to answer her question.
Humming low against Weiss' mouth Nami lets her lips part, her tongue brushing against the other woman's bottom lip as she lets go of her hand in favor of letting it run down Weiss' side, guiding her thigh to rest against her hip before her hand slips between her legs again.
Nami's familiar enough with playing the game with another woman that she doesn't hesitate, letting her fingers slip beneath her panties to brush over her folds, kissing her hungrily as she stops herself from touching any further. ]
You're so wet.
[ She teases against the other woman's lips, her fingers tracing over the shape of Weiss' cunt. As much as she's gotten very caught up in the moment, no doubt aided by that truffle, she's still mindful not to get too caught up and do something Weiss might not expect, or even be ready for. ]
[ Weiss is easily finding that comments like that, despite how harmless they may seem when they're just an observation, do something to her. Point out how excited she is, how horny she is, even poke a little fun at it, and it might rile her up some more. It sure does now, her cheeks turning even redder as she tenses up. Her entrance grows more damp, as if it's a leaking faucet from how wet and horny she's become. ]
Well, whose fault is that?
[ Certainly not hers. Nami was the one who kept kissing her, who touched her, who's... honestly pretty cool and pretty and— ]
Can you tell me if... there's anything you want me to do?
[ And someone who's rendering her a bit too honest, a bit too dorky, like there's somehow this need to impress this other lady. She gives Nami a bit of a sheepish smile as she gingerly places a hand over the other's wrist, fingers gently caressing and rubbing circles before moving upwards to her arm, doing the same there, too. ]
[ In Nami's opinion, Weiss gives that teasing observation a fairly perfect answer, one that takes her by surprise, making her draw back from the other woman's mouth to fix her with a dimpled grin. ]
Mine, definitely.
[ She sounds as smug as she looks, her eyes flashing in amusement before she leans in again to steal another quick kiss, privately needing a moment to regain her cool in the wake of being asked for direction. Weiss proves again how upfront she can be, and Nami, who's gotten so caught up in running her hands over the other woman's body, is now left suddenly very focused on the slowly building ache between her thighs and how much she wants to be touched.
The hand on her arm leaves her glancing down at it and smiling, aroused, and a little bashful as she figures out how to answer that invitation. ]
I really want you to touch me. [ Anywhere, everywhere, but right now...one finger slips past Weiss' folds, ghosting over her clit before moving lower to circle her entrance, her eyes studying the pale-haired woman's face as she moves, her imagination already leaning into the thought of feeling Weiss touching her like this. ] We could do it together?
[ Nami has every right to be smug at this point. Weiss won't take that away from her at all. A genuine smile coupled with a a soft laugh is what she responds with, but it's replaced by a look of uncertainty— just a hint of it, like a ghost, when she realises that this is, indeed, her first encounter with a woman.
It isn't a bad thing at all! But she's never really touched anyone else but herself. Weiss feels her heart race, Nami's taking the lead leaving her speechless for a moment. Heat courses through her, the finger oh-so-close to her most sensitive spot calling unto her, wanting to be touched. ]
Yeah. [ Nervous as she is, she wants this, too. She's far too charmed and aroused to deny Nami of anything. Not to mention... if she was the one who made the other woman feel good. . . there's something really hot about that.
So she shifts a little, sitting up some and providing a bit more space given what she's thinking. ] You can move here then, I think that might be easier.
[ Weiss, unfortunately, has shorter arms, after all. However it is they get comfortable and make each other feel good, she'll make sure she gives it her all. Her hand runs down Nami's arm again, switching from it to the side of her chest, her waist, 'til it rests just on her hip, thumb running circles on her thigh. And once Nami's within reach, if she does comply to Weiss' request, it becomes all the more easier to let her hand wander inwards, to where her thighs meet. ]
[ As hot as the idea of Weiss touching her at the same time she touches Weiss is, Nami is still somewhat reluctant to move away from the place where she's settled between the other woman's thighs, her finger tracing over Weiss' folds for another moment as she leans forward to brush a kiss to her hip.
Looking up at Weiss' face, Nami feels a blush creeping up the back of her neck as she moves to stretch out on her side beside the other woman, one of Nami's hands settling on Weiss' hip, guiding her closer, as the hand Weiss sneaks between her thighs makes her shiver, the needy heat between her thighs flaring insistently.
Nami purses her lips together as the hand on Weiss' hip travels down again, sliding past her panties so she can let her fingers run over her folds again she tips her chin up and lets her mouth catch Weiss' in a slow kiss, her tongue brushing against the seam of the other woman's mouth as the pad of her finger brushes over Weiss' clit. ]
[ They at least have a lot of time if they want to do more things. Weiss might not be in a rush to leave this pod even after the door's opened, but will at least give Nami the opportunity to do so if she wanted. Besides, if they like what's going on, there's always another time, too.
When Nami kisses her, she can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction from it all. Others might not like to kiss as much, but Weiss finds that she likes it. A lot. She likes it general when people use their mouths, regardless of there they are. On her lips, her neck, her tits, and everywhere else. It makes her more excited, so evident in the way she moans into Nami's mouth, her tongue darting out and looking for her's to dance with, to lick and to taste.
Her clit throbs, moreso when the flat of Nami's finger brushes over it. She chases after that feeling, rolling her hips a little just to rub her arousal against Nami's finger again. And she mimics that motion with her own hand, her index and middle fingers slowly following the path to her entrance over the panties. Just a ghost of a touch at first for a couple of strokes, before she guides her hand back up to slip underneath the waistband the next time around. ]
[ Not the type to bring attention to how much she enjoys the affection she receives, Nami would secretly have to agree with Weiss about how good kissing can be all on its own, relishing in the way her tongue licks into the other woman's mouth to brush against hers while her finger makes slow circles as it brushes over Weiss' clit.
Her hips are pulled forward as well as Weiss teases her over her panties, tracing over the damp fabric, and leaving her heart racing in anticipation before delving beneath to touch her directly. A soft moan escapes her as Nami's finger traces lower, drifting away from Weiss' clit to tease around her entrance, enjoying the slick heat before her touch shifts again, using that slickness on her finger to glide over Weiss' clit again, pressing down more firmly this time, eager to make the other woman moan again. ]
[ It's a little nerve-wracking to be responsible for another person's pleasure, and Weiss hopes that she can leave a lasting impression. One that won't make Nami think that this was awful. Awkward, yes, Weiss will admit to it given she's never touched a woman before, but she's learning! She wants to learn, dammit. The patience Nami's extended to her has already been something she's grateful for. She's gotta up the ante!
With her hand slipping beneath the waistband and making direct contact with Nami's skin, goosebumps raid her arms and her neck. Add Nami's fingers tracing lower, her entrance not only so hot, but also coating those fingers nicely. With a shudder, Weiss dares to do the same thing, slender, well-cared for, and smooth fingers hovering over Nami's heat, her middle finger curving ever so slightly not to breach anything but to test the waters and get her finger wet. Weiss does it a couple more times, carefully, before moving back up to find Nami's sensitive nub and get that wet, too.
Much as Weiss wants to look, she finds her eyes forcing closed thanks to what Nami's doing to her, too. She'll try and fight it later, but as she mimics what's being done to her with her own hand for the other girl's pleasure, she's unable to look. It's taking a bit of concentration to keep moving while she's also on the receiving end of some pleasure... When Weiss does manage to open her eyes, she turns to Nami, lips agape, the lust so obvious in her glassy blue eyes. ]
[ A soft noise of approval escapes her as she feels Weiss' finger teasing at her entrance, feeling how wet she's already become in the moments leading up to this. Her hips lift towards the finger, rocking against it as it glides over her clit, ]
Anytime you want.
[ Nami's voice is pitched low as a rule, but desire's added a layer of huskiness to it that tilts towards an almost inviting purr before she punctuates that promise with the kiss Weiss asked her for.
It's then that Nami's finger slips low again, delving towards that slick heat as a second digit joins the first, her body shifting closer to Weiss' as she slowly lets those fingers sink inside her, taking her time and paying close attention to her other woman's responses, not wanting to do more than Weiss is ready for. ]
[ Weiss should have expected that she'd get into this sort of situation coming here, but she didn't. So now, finding herself naked with another person in some small room, is getting her excited. Kissing this person she just met is exciting, and she certainly hopes that they see each other again after this.
Even touching Nami is exciting. The idea of slipping her fingers in is exciting, and she does just so after a good few rubs, the pad of her middle finger giving her clit a lot of attention before dipping back down, coating itself again with Nami's slick.
Only when Nami sinks another finger inside does Weiss follow suit with just one of hers, mimicking the gesture to learn from it and also to have the other woman feel what she's doing. Weiss lets out a soft moan at the contact, both from what she feels inside and the own wetness that's coated her finger. ]
Oh— yeah...
[ While she doesn't wiggle her finger around, she does start with experimental come hither motions, listening and feeling for any cues she might get from the other girl. ]
[ Feeling Weiss' fingers curling against the slick heat of her walls has Nami arching towards the touch, her breath catching as she kisses her eagerly, the pair of fingers she slowly thrusts into Weiss mimicking her friend's and curling inside her.
She lets her tongue drag lightly over the swell of Weiss' bottom lip before her mouth claims hers again, licking into her mouth while her thumb shifts to press gently against the other woman's clit, stroking slow circles over it. ]
Your fingers feel perfect. [ Nami whispers against Weiss' mouth, her cheeks flushing pink. ]
[ To receive compliments like this one is a huge boost to her confidence. While her fingers can't throb like a cock that's on the verge of cumming, she certainly gives a bit more of herself in how she thrusts them into Nami. ]
Yeah? Yours too.
[ Weiss really isn't the type to curse, but she might as well be doing so in her mind. Someone else's hands on her is one of the best feelings in the world, she's starting to find. The longer this goes on, the more she might just want Nami's hands specifically on hers, too. ]
[ Nami can feel the shift in Weiss' movements, her hips rising slightly as the other woman's fingers pull a gasp out of her, heat spreading over her skin as she nods eagerly in response. ]
I want that too. [ She says breathlessly, pulling back far enough to let her gaze take in Weiss' face as her fingers quicken some to match Weiss' pace, eager to make her come undone and let herself be pushed over the edge in turn. ]
I'm getting– [ Nami starts, before she cuts herself off with another soft moan, her body steadily starting to tighten around Weiss' fingers. ]
[ Weiss has stopped thinking already. It's her instincts doing all the work, whether it's through the noises she makes, or from how she slips another finger in and tries to stretch Nami's walls a little more from scissoring motions here and there. From all this, she's grown breathless, face so flush, body so addicted to the feeling.
It makes her wonder why they even played chess in the first place, when they could have started doing this earlier on. Another time though, when they aren't both horny, then maybe they'd be able to finish an actual game. Right now, with Weiss' thighs quivering, there's only one thing she wants.
Nami agreeing that she wants that too makes her walls squeeze the other lady's fingers. It gets her to thrust her fingers into Nami a little faster, with a lot more fervour, as if she needs to keep doing this like how much she needs air. ]
[ The way Weiss moves her fingers inside Nami is all it takes to start pushing her over the edge, though she tries to resist the feeling as long as she can, wanting to make good on her word. Her fingers fuck into Weiss' heat, eagerly keeping pace with the way the other woman's thrusting into her, Nami's hips rocking slightly in response to the feeling, ever greedy and wanting to enjoy as much of it as possible.
She moans, unable to stop the low noise from tumbling past her lips as she presses her thumb against Weiss' clit, making circles over the sensitive bud. ]
Oh fuck, Weiss. [ Nami isn't the whimpering type, but right now that's the only way to describe the ragged way she utters the other woman's name, as she trembles and does her best to try and not come before her. ]
[ Weiss' walls clamp down on Nami's fingers, squeezing them tightly as if she wants to keep her in for as long as possible, but at the same time, the tightness of it might make it difficult for Nami to keep moving them inside her as if she's being pushed out.
Either way, Weiss' breathing is heavy, and words become more and more difficult to say by the second. She hears Nami call for her, and it's like music to her ears. Much as she likes being pleasured, there's something incredibly hot when her name is said in the throes of it all when someone's enjoying what she's doing to them. It's why even though it's challenging to speak, she says her partner's name, too. ]
Nami— Nami! [ The way she thrusts her finger into Nami is a little faster this time around, with a bit more push to it. All as her own walls clench so tightly as it feels like she's cumming.
Her toes curl and for a second or two, it feels like everything stops. Weiss' tries to keep at it even though her vision's turned white and her legs feel so weak. Just a little more, the pad of her thumb resting over Nami's clit to rub it, sliding her finger from one side to another at the same time. ]
[ Feeling the silky clutch of her walls as Weiss comes undone, Nami lets the fingers inside Weiss curl, keeping them pressed deep as she encourages her friend to rock her hips and ride out her orgasm. She's so caught up in enjoying every facet of having Weiss like this, Nami's own climax seems to come out of the blue, urged on by the sudden rush of speed as Weiss' fingers fuck into her, leaving her arching up towards the other woman's hand. A ragged moan tumbles past her lips as Nami pitches forward, nodding eagerly as Weiss' fingers and words take her over the brink, leaving her shuddering around and against her hand. ]
I'm–
[ She can't finish the sentence, and really, at this point she doesn't need to, as both of them seem far too incoherent to notice or care about things like that. It's obvious in the way her walls tighten, her body thrumming with her racing pulse, that she's caught in the blissful peak of her own orgasm. Her heartbeat hasn't slowed at all, even after Weiss' fingers have ]
You're… [ With a breathless chuckle, Nami shakes her head, meeting the other woman's eye with a dazed, fond little smile. ] Great at chess.
[ Unable to properly see anything for a good few seconds, vision hazy, Weiss puts all of her consciousness into getting Nami to come undone. Her fingers getting squeezed so tightly and how Nami moans makes her think that she's done a good job, but she continues to rub circles over the other girl's clit a little more.
Only then does she relax, letting out a shudder has she feels her thighs quivering. It's slow, how she draws her hand away from the other girl now, but she doesn't wipe the slickness away just yet. ]
Hah... that was chess?
[ It's a dreamy little smile the former heiress has on, too. What a great first meeting, if she does say so herself. ]
[ Nami counters with a dazed grin, her thighs still twitching slightly as she carefully slides her fingers free of Weiss' heat, watching the other woman through her eyelashes as she moves close enough to press a kiss against her shoulder. ]
[ Humming in dazed agreement, Nami brushes the fingers of her other hand against Weiss' cheek before sitting up slowly, her senses still buzzing pleasantly in the aftermath of her orgasm. ]
Mine's my name, you'll know who it is.
[ Yes, Nami, that is obvious.
Shooting Weiss a fond smirk before she looks away, Nami pulls her bra back on and her dress shortly thereafter, covering herself up before hunting down where her panties ended up. ]
[ Not a bad first call, but this guy doesn't have any chips on him, still. He sounds like he knows what he's doing with how calm he is, so hopefully he does know how to wrangle his way out of debt.
The resort is kinder to wildcards, anyway. Weiss and the others certainly didn't experience any form of discrimination until they ended up getting checked in. Who knows if it'll be different if he's seen hanging around someone with a low rank, though...
She'll take responsibility if that does happen. ]
Why does it look like you just got married?
[ Balloons and... gifts and all. Some of these cards are even wishing him congratulations! And yes, he did tell her to get comfortable, so she's looking around now, and has approached the mountain of wrapped presents that are just sitting there. Unopened. ]
You should open these. Maybe there's something useful here.
[ A beat. She picks one of the cards up and reads it aloud: ]
"Ragna the Bloodedge... they finally put a ring on the Crimson Calamity! Congratulations on sealing the deal and saying "I do" instead of "Rawr!" May your wedded bliss be filled with epic combos, power-ups of love, and a happily ever after that throws down like a Level 10 Distortion Drive. Just remember, sharing your Danger Gauge might be the ultimate act of true love!" Heart emoji.
[ Yeah at least in this exchange her faith(?) in Ragna may be misguided. He's calm. Because he doesn't give a shit about no tab from these horny interlopers. But frankly, he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it. Weiss may think of taking responsibility if he gets in hot water for hanging around a lower rank like her, but...
He may know next to nothing about her? But she's just a person. And if the staff want to treat her like crap while he's around? They'll have to go through him. ]
APPARENTLY I did. [ Though he supposes he should clarify. ...even if he still doesn't know the how or why. ] I'm guessing this didn't happen to you when you woke up here. I wound up in bed with someone that flipped their lid on me. [ Though, looking back, whether this timeline meant Ereshkigal or Elphelt Ragna can't help but grimace a little. ] Can't say I blame them in hindsight.
[ He'll go get changed in the other room. Right now, he's just going to take off the excess layers like his jacket and vest, unbuttoning them as Weiss investigates the mountainous pile of unopened wedding favours and gifts. As he calls back, one foot into the other room but still in the general vicinity, as Weiss leans over to pick up one of the congratulatory cards, ]
Yeah, I'm not sure how trustworthy a pile of—
[ He gets cut off a beat later by: ]
[ "Ragna the Bloodedge... they finally put a ring on the Crimson Calamity!" ]
You reading that off that card?? [ Half a beat- ] The hell's a "Crimson Calamity"? It's "Grim Reaper"!
[ "Congratulations on sealing the deal and saying "I do" instead of "Rawr!" May your wedded bliss be filled with epic combos, power-ups of love, and a happily ever after that throws down like a Level 10 Distortion Drive." ]
WHY is there a level t—
[ "Just remember, sharing your Danger Gauge might be the ultimate act of true love!" ]
That doesn't make any sense. NONE of that made any sense!
[ Okay, is it bad that she understands why her friends like to tease her so much? It's like with each sentence she reads out, he's reacting so violently that it's getting to be really funny. She pauses in between sentences just to hear what he has to say, snickering to herself before continuing. By the end of it all, she punctuates it with "Heart emoji", and he still has something to say about that.
Finally, she turns to look at him, wherever he may be. She waves the card she's reading nonchalantly. ]
You can stop shouting and just relax your pretty little head, Ragna the Grim-reaping Crimson Calamity Bloodedge. There's a heart emoji, so I just read it out loud. How else would you read it?
[ She's ignoring everything else in favour of that. Yes. ]
[ It's exactly why Rachel likes to hear him bark so much. God, would Weiss and the rabbit get along? He's tried yelling out for her to get him out of here, but no dice. So...luckily for him? He's on his own for now. Nobody to judge him for circumstances out of his control.
As Weiss turns to look back at him, she'll find him still decent, having removed his pristine white jacket and vest and leaving himself with his dress shirt. Did he haphazardly throw them away on the bed in the room behind him? He was originally going to go change into a t-shirt (that reads, and I quote: "👁 ♥ ⊙⊙s", courtesy of the Great Tit souvenir shop!) ... and then Ragna remembered that the t-shirt read "👁 ♥ ⊙⊙s" in the first place so just untucking his dress shirt and coming back over to Weiss is fine for now. ]
God, shut up! [ At least Ragna's not yelling anymore so much as he's...grumbling. Kind of. He barks loud, but he really is just a big softy, huh? ] Either not at all or—
[ Sigh. ]
—never mind.
[ Weiss wins. Though, on this topic, perhaps more curious, ]
Mouthful of a name aside, [ That's completely wrong by the way please just call him Ragna... ] I've never heard anyone call me 'Crimson Calamity' before. Still... [ It's not inaccurate, unfortunately. Which is why: ] Just how much does this resort know about all of us if we're getting pulled from different worlds?
[ That should be as much of a warning as any that that wasn't cool. Weiss is somehow forgetting the fact that she was practically teasing him over his name— which, for someone who is so particular about it, should be a lot kinder.
Too bad his name is Ragna the Bloodedge, though. He's practically asking to be questioned about such a name. Not to mention, those other things.
Still, she's not completely put-off by it at this time. He's prickly, but every time she tells someone else to shut up, it's not like they completely mean it, anyway. Maybe he's the same. Not to mention, if she leaves now, she will miss out on good food, so... ]
They probably know everything about you. All your secrets, what you were doing last night... [ She shrugs her shoulders before handing him the card. He can keep it, heart emoji and all. She'll look at the other things and read through them too, though this time, keeping commentary to herself. ] But I don't think they care.
[ And he won't tell her again! Mostly because her hunch is right. It's a bark. And she's...honestly the first person that he's actually felt more relaxed around since he got here. She wasn't feeling him out to see if he was trying to get in her pants. And he was getting some sense of understanding about the relationship between different ranks. ]
Somehow that doesn't surprise me.
[ Picking up the card, Ragna gives it a once over, only discarding it on the couch beside him with a small "tch". ]
Have sex. [ It's okay, Weiss. You can say it. ] Build up a nice deck of cards.
[ Game 52... ]
And have ALL your dreams come true. [ He's not about to directly ask her if she's playing. Much as he tends to speak before he thinks, he's got enough common sense and respect for that much. ] I'm not buying it.
[ Good for you that you can say it to casually, Ragna. Good for you, truly. ]
The wish thing doesn't seem real, but I don't think there's anybody here who can actually confirm it. [ Because it sounds like nobody has even finished the game, collected all the cards. It seems as if people end up losing their more rational side and end up just being... soulless husks in this place.
Like those regulars at the casino who just play all day, party all night...
She takes a seat on the chaise lounge, right next to all the presents. ]
To be honest, I feel like a lot of the people here have already forgotten it. Or if they haven't, they aren't talking about it. Most people sound like they aren't interested in leaving any time soon.
[ Now having it so casually. ...or. At all. Before getting here... Now there's the catch. ]
Yeah, that sounds like bait. Or if you finish the game and get a wish, why would you wanna leave by the time you finish the deck?
[ As for Ragna? He's still very much of the camp of "get me the hell out of here", even if living a life of luxury with no one to hound him...doesn't seem to have any drawbacks? But he knows better. This isn't a gag reel. He's got enough common sense to see what Weiss sees. The guests that toil their time away at dealers tables, slot machines, grabbing anything and anyone with a bestial growl of desire if they so much as give them the bedroom eyes back. There's also the fact that there are far more pressing matters waiting back home. Was Weiss in the same boat?
What was she doing before she folded into a life of sin and debauchery?
While Weiss takes a seat on the chaise lounge, he finds a seat on the half-circled lounging sofas, closest to the chair she's popped herself down in.
For the time being, he just listens, chin in his hand as he leans forward in his seat. ]
Sounds to me like game or no game, most people don't have much of a choice. That's why I was... [ He studies her face, the angry delinquent she'd been teasing earlier gone for now. Oh right. He was doing some premature investigating before he found Weiss. Alright, Ragna. You haven't forgotten completely how to be a mature adult, have you? ] Listen, Weiss. Um...
[ She's already thanked him— even if it was for taking her order. ]
Thanks. [ ! ] For filling me in on this place a little more. Frankly, that's part of why I invited you up.
[ Weiss wouldn't mind talking about what little she knows here. She doubts it would paint a better picture of the situation, when it doesn't make much sense in her head even up to now. The more information, the better, though. And she hasn't given up on learning what she can in order to outsmart the system. It's just... she's also an active participant of the game, now.
She'll try and answer any questions he may have while they wait for their food. She isn't quite sure what to make of his company just yet, and with him thanking her now, seemingly sounding a bit softer and nicer throws her off, too. Now she doesn't really know what to make of him.
Acting all nice when he hasn't even had any of the food yet... ]
You don't have to change your tune. [ It's weird, she'd tell him, but she just knows that'd make him tell her to shut up again. 🤨 Rude??? ] But it's not a big deal.
Change my tune? [ What the? Not that he would tell anyone considering his reputation back home but, it's not like this side of him never existed! He's just— He didn't think—! ... How is this what gets Ragna all embarrassed? He blushes before sighing roughly. ] Hey, I was just trying to be transparent and shit—
[ ... Man. Try to be nice when there's no reason to go sticking your hand in peoples' faces to back off and he's...realizing that this part is also new territory to him still. ]
Oh, you've made your intentions very clear from the start.
[ He's not after anything related to the game, and he just got here. Weiss isn't particularly bothered by his transparency when she didn't think there was anything wrong there to begin with. ]
But... [ She crosses her legs, places her hands over one knee. ] If you think there's something to show gratitude for? I'll take one more crepe on another day. And next time, it won't just be butter and sugar.
[ She’s asking for another crepe again. If there’s a next time, and he becomes an “unlucky” wildcard that happens to check in after all… There’s something blue about all that; that he’s had his comfort zone just completely shattered in record time, and his very rationale put into question. There’s a whole world waiting for him back home, for good or ill, and he’s going to spend his time gambling and having sex in a haunted casino?
… Sigh.
With the right company, then: ]
That’ll make us even then, huh. [ Hm. She’s a bit of a brat, but… ] Deal.
[ ‘Knock, Knock, Knock.’ ]
Huh? [ Down the hallway at the front door. ] Damn, they work fast.
[ Even the knock startles her, surprises her because it feels like it was just a few minutes ago that he ordered. But she looks at her watch and a considerable amount of time has passed. Enough at least for an entire kitchen to work on all their orders at once and finish. ]
I guess they only want the best for the Crimson Calamity. [ She gestures towards the door with a nod. ] Off you go, then.
They won't give the food to me if I'm the one who takes it.
Ha. Ha. [ At least she's past getting told to shut up again. ...that's a new nickname now, isn't it. Ragna had intended to get up to open the door anyway, but when she mentions how they won't give the food to her if she's the one who answers, his expression sours. Just fleetingly because he remembers what she told him. ]
Right. [ A beat, and quieter as he starts to leave, ] Still pisses me off.
[ Treat your guests with respect?? He might be rough around the edges, but he's already done a better job than this whole damn place has. Glancing back he just calls that he'll be back in a sec with their goods. And when he opens the door, untucked dress shirt and pants and all, he's greeted by a well-dressed waiter, all smiles and enthusiasm with an entire rolling cart of high quality goods, all kept pristine and warm with their golden-domed plate covers, the serving of iced coffee on the side as good as it'd be in any advertised window. ]
Looks like everything. Thanks. I'll take it from here—
[ "Oh, nonsense, Mr. Bloodedge! Please, allow me to cart your order in for you and I'll be on my way." ]
No no, that's— [ Aaand there they go! Rolling on in. Ragna may be an esteemed guest for the time being, but a Wildcard is still a Wildcard! There's some give and pull with how gung ho the staff can be for a man like him. And he just. Glares with a rough sigh. ] —fine.
[ And when the waiter does roll into the spacious main living hub of the Jack Suite, they suddenly begin to slow down upon spotting the white-haired Huntress, and their jovial expression just...drops. Whether he was already making himself comfortable with this lady or not, the fact still remains that this is a place for the illustrious. Not for...
"Do keep your hands to yourself unless Mr. Bloodedge—" ]
The butter and sugar crepe.
[ —gives her permission? Oh my. Mr. Bloodedge was so silent walking behind the waiter that they didn't even realize they were there already.
"Ah, yes?" ]
Which one is it? [ "O-Of course, right here! As you requested!" They remove the dinner plate to reveal an oh-so-fresh serving of crepes, beautifully folded with butter still freshly melting atop at a glacier pace. ] And the earl grey cream puffs?
[ Well those are in a smaller serving dish! Looking as delicate as ever! Ragna doesn't need to ask about the Iced coffee. It's in plain sight. Now with all those things settled? ]
These are for Weiss. [ A beat. ] Give them to her.
[ And judging by Ragna's tone, just towing the line of polite yet his lower cadence commanding, they'd better do it nicely as well. ... No no! Please! He insists. They went through the trouble of coming all the way in here; go for broke! Hesitating for but a moment before resigning themselves, as the waiter is prepared to offer both the main serving of crepes and the cream puffs as an aside, he hears from behind him, a fleck of smug but oh-so-tired. ]
Service with a smile.
[ Oh this smartass. But Weiss does indeed receive her order, entrusting them to her safely before finishing with the chilled ice coffee. They promptly take their leave right after this, making sure to close the door behind them until it's finally just the two of them alone again. ]
[ Just because Weiss told him that the staff won't give her the food didn't mean he had to do that! She was just fine waiting for the food and picking it up from the cart. But the staff had to just roll into the room... And now this.
It is admittedly a little awkward especially for someone who is used to have people serving her. She grins back as the plates are served on the coffee table by where she's seated, just as forced as what she's being given. Only when the staff leaves does the smile get wiped off Weiss face. ]
That wasn't necessary. [ But what's done is done, and she isn't particularly upset! Especially when what she says next is: ] I could have told them off on my own.
[ She does, finally reach for the coffee, though. It is something she needs at this point, for the caffeine to be part of her system already so that she can get going with her day. Everything will fall into place once she's finished her coffee. ]
Why should I let someone else tell me what to do with my hands? I'll put them on you whenever I want.
[ SNRK. Don't mind her, she's just teasing and gunning for a reaction, sipping very, very loudly with her straw with her own flavour of smugness reflecting in her gaze. ]
[ Oh, if the staff had kept their mouth shut and left the cart be upon rolling it in? Chances were this exchange would have been a lot shorter. But between seeing the way lower ranks get treated firsthand, watching the desensitized, mindless drones of guests clamouring for limited chocolates and damn-near trampling somebody over them, and that little reminder he followed in behind when they were prepared to tut tut Weiss for even thinking of touching his food... Yeah, no.
Ragna's not taking that crap. He threads a gloved hand through his spiky hair again, like it was a destresser when she tells him that what he did was unnecessary. He slowly paces back and forth in front of the cart. ]
Somehow I don't doubt that.
[ She's sassy enough for it. While Weiss contents herself in reaching for her coffee, he's got his back turned as he lifts the lid on the gourmet portions of crisp Peking duck when he hears her squeeze the trigger. Aaand,
"I'll put them on you whenever I want."
Bang.
He drops the lid back on top of the Peking duck, feeling himself bristle. Just. ]
Wha?!
[ A completely different kind of bristle this time. One that sees him whipping back around to face her aaand, ]
I... Uh...
[ You not even gonna hide that smoking gun? You little... /// ]
[ Oh dear. She almost jumps out of her seat with a reaction like that, but instead, she just tenses up, back straight, one hand gripping her coffee glass very tightly. And for a good few seconds, she's just staring at him with an innocent smile on her face. 'v' ]
Okay, I'm really starting to understand why people love teasing others so much.
[ Others being her, in this case, but she isn't going to tell him that. He'll have something to get back at her with if she did! She'll just enjoy this for now, snickering behind her hand. Ragna the Grim-Reaping Crimson Calamity Bloodedge, the Emoticon of Anguish, the Raging Scarlet Cringe Machine, has nothing to fear. Especially not a tiny little girl just chilling, having the time of her life, and getting caffeinated. ]
You can relax. I'm not going to do that. I just thought it would be funny to say.
[ Funny for her, anyway.
She'll save the rest of her coffee for later, since there is a warm crepe waiting to be eaten right now. That's what she'll focus her attentions to now. ]
[ For those good few seconds, it's like their expressions were polar opposites- like his '^' to her 'v'. Stunned silence wherein Ragna would have probably barked back by now if they hadn't found themselves strapped to an overt sex casino. And the worst part about all of this? Is that Ragna was all alone. He had to fend for himself and figure out how he was supposed to react to getting teased like this. Because he sure as hell wasn't used to it compared to getting called an idiot or pathetic or any interchangeable verb from the other.
Maybe that's why he hasn't reacted with violence. But he does crack first while she gives him that bright-eyed innocent look, glaring with exasperation dripping off his words. ]
Really? I'M your breakthrough on this?!
[ He should feel honoured! Or scared. Perhaps both. Though maybe later Ragna will reflect back on this day and the time he spent with Weiss and figure it out. Surface Ragna is embarrassed and blushing. Ragna deep down was watching her snicker behind her hand, cracking up and smiling and... Never mind. ]
You just thought it'd be funny to say. [ He's gonna take that plate of Peking duck now, already sliced into bite-sized pieces. Seeing as he ordered mainly Chinese food, his order came with chopsticks along with fine cutlery. Of which he decides to go with the former for now, since these are easy to pick up. Sitting down a space from Weiss on the couch, Ragna plucks a fresh, crispy piece. ] Tease a guy why dontcha...
[ He should definitely feel honoured, and not at all scared. It's very rare for Weiss' sense of humour (?) to shine like this, even if it is at his expense. Knowing how prickly she can be though, she'll back off if he actually does tell her to shut up or something equally as harsh.
He isn't, though, so she takes it as a sign that she can keep going. ]
So, what do you think? [ Now that he's had a bite of the food. Maybe one bite isn't enough to judge how good the food here is, but it could be, depending on his tastes. ] It's pretty good, right?
The taste doesn't differ depending on what rank you are, at least. It's just the service that does.
Oh but he is. ...there's something about her type that's the scariest of all. Granted, Ragna was...used to the kind of taunting and teasing that was more on the brutal side. So maybe this is why Weiss' sense of humour (?) isn't completely discarded by him. Even if he's being a tsundere rough around the edges about it all.
Don't mind him. This is a process. A lot of this place is. Not that he's completely folded and accepted the potential hand he's being dealt yet. Despite his potty mouth and attitude? Ragna...actually has surprisingly good table manners. So when Weiss asks him how the food is, he silently raises his finger as if signalling "one sec" so he can finish swallowing.
There! ]
Yeah, it's not bad. [ Not just "not bad", ] Hate to admit it, but it's up there with some of the Chinese restaurants in Orient Town.
[ Ragna'll keep peking away at the Peking, though he doesn't scarf them down either, rather savouring them! ]
[ She has no idea what a Chinese restaurant is, but she does know what Peking duck is. Don't ask someone whose name is literally White Snow in German and named her sword Myrtenaster—yet another German word—how that works. It just does. It's why she doesn't ask what "Chinese" is or where Orient Town is. Maybe she'll ask another time, when she's more curious about something, but she can pick up on the context at this time. ]
It's good. I was thinking of getting something hot earlier, but I'm glad I went for a cold coffee now.
[ It's very refreshing! But it really does feel like a trap because she can just keep sipping and sipping and sipping... ]
The crepes they make are good, too. [ Not sharing, though. And she makes that painfully obvious, because— ] You should try the cream puffs when you're done eating, too.
[ Between what he learned under the watchful eye of the Sister, his training from Master, and his experiences travelling between Hierarchical Cities, he's picked up a lot. If she ever asks, especially as it becomes more apparent how different everyone's worlds really were, she'd find him more inclined to share. At least, try to. ]
Never actually tried a cold brew before. [ Not that Ragna was some culinary connoisseur or barista expert, but if he had to take a wager, ] I imagine it's gotta feel more refreshing.
[ Not that hot coffee was bad in any way. ]
Haven't had a crepe either, come to think of it. [ Even if he knows what they are. He won't ask for hers, but he does blink in surprise as she offers to let him try one of the cream puffs. There's four of them, delectable for their size. As he settles into the privacy of his suite with company, Ragna starts to get a little more comfortable. ] Oh, thanks.
[ There's a few more slices of Peking on his plate, the tops bubbly from the skin getting that nice crackle for a crunch which preludes the duck meat. His gaze flits over to the cart of food, but more specifically, the extra couple pairs of chopsticks tucked away away in their folded napkins. There's also forks and spoons as an option but...
He looks back to Weiss with his plate in hand. ]
Wanna try? [ A beat. ] After you've had yours?
[ Because for now, he'll save it for later and put a cover back on it to keep it warm. Next up is the fried rice. He's working his way up to the spicy tofu. ]
It's a lot stronger and tastes like chocolate. [ Or it has a cocoa flavour to it. It's different, but doesn't necessarily replace hot coffee or anything. ] It's a good pick-me-up, that's for sure.
[ She'll just have the other another time. Depending on how the day goes, she might want another cup of coffee later on, anyway.
With her butter and sugar crepe being light and sweet, it's easy to just keep eating it. It doesn't take long for her to be almost done with it, and then she'll move on to the cream puffs and back to the coffee. Her orders are on the lighter side of things, but the offer to try the duck isn't unwelcome. In fact, she could use just that before dessert! ]
Sure. Save me a slice, then.
[ Considering how much he ordered, he can probably... go through all of it in one sitting. Weiss would rather not take too much of his food if he's that hungry. But now that she got what she came here for, she could honestly just up and leave afterwards, leaving him to his own devices. She wonders if there's anything else he needs after they eat, because it does feel weird to eat and run. He did say it's all on him, and while it's a very generous offer, she has a feeling he'd have a difficult time paying for things when the bill comes in. ]
What are you going to do after you eat? You were looking around earlier but just wanted to get changed, weren't you?
[ In hindsight...he could have gone for a cup himself. But, too late to call Room Service again without making it look like he was just harassing the staff. ...Which, to be frank, he's still not feeling beholden to the House and its 'denizens'.
The truth is, Ragna can eat this all if he really wants to. But he was likely going to simply leave it for leftovers. The one time he goes against his "don't have enough money to pay" rule, and he actually feels good about it? Maybe he's more bad than he thought... Nah. Just sticking it to the resort. But he's not in the mood to harp on them right now. ]
Alright then.
[ Had Weiss simply decided to up and leave now that she got what she came here for, he did say that he got what he needed, too. Some details. Some pointers. In the grand scheme of things, it really amounted to so little... But he wasn't looking at any of that. If anything, Weiss being straight with him was a welcome change of pace.
Tch. "Welcome change of pace" in a world run on sex. The hell's all there to unpack in that thought? ]
Well, my sleuthing around the lower floors accomplished jack all, so... [ Forgive him. He's still a tad lost. ] I dunno. Maybe see what I can dig up checking out the casino?
[ It isn't like knowing what this place is would equip anyone for handling every day life here. Weiss is surprised, however, that no one seems to be hellbent on leaving this place, but she also hasn't socialised much to know what everyone else is thinking.
To her, most people seem to just be enjoying themselves. As for her... while she quickly changed her tune from not wanting to play to playing every now and then, she does still know that she needs to go back home. And she'll hold onto that thought for as long as she can. It's scary to think how it feels like everyone here is going to turn into mindless players who just party, gamble, and have sex every day...
She doesn't want to be one of them. ]
Yeah, earn yourself some chips, while you're at it, too.
[ She'll have to tag along and make sure he doesn't end up playing any of the weird games. Then again, there are some of those easy ones where you sniff someone's mouth or touch their knee. It didn't seem all that bad, and it was pretty easy money! And she'll do it all even though he didn't ask.
It's not like she has anything better to do. ]
Are you normally a lucky guy?
[ With her crepe done, she stands up to place the plate on the tray. And she'll serve herself a slice of the duck, wrapping it in lettuce and then adding the sauce. ]
[ Perhaps it's because Ragna's still new, that he hasn't experienced this level of intimacy before at any stage of his life, but he's also of the sound mind to clear out of this world. Reason or no reason given, if he can help it? He wouldn't be against bailing everyone else that wanted to leave, too. The more he can take away from these degenerate son of a bitches, the better. If he found himself succumbing to these urges, the call that lingers on the edges of his mind when the 'voice' of the Azure was so quiet now... No. He can't forget himself. He's too stubborn for that. Despite the hell that his world was on the brink of being cast into now that the Imperator was awake, he still...couldn't betray them. He can't give up on Jin. He can't give up on Saya.
He can't.
...And yet. ]
Two birds, one stone, huh?
[ Despite the fact Ragna was perfectly content in letting this room service order go unpaid, he...didn't intend to do this every time. Assuming he checks in for good and that "wildcard" of his manifests different. Besides, whether or not he plays, he chippers up just a little as he's nearly finished half the serving of fried rice. ]
Why the hell not. I gotta afford your next crepe somehow.
[ Glossing over the glaringly obvious way of affording said crepe. But he's taking a turn to kid, humor dry. He still hasn't touched the sweet & sour pork or beef chow mein, but right now, he's content in wanting to try out this Ma Po Tofu. Something that he sets in his lap as the light spice request can still fill his nostrils as he takes a breath of it. This? Required a spoon. No chopsticks were going to pick up anything substantial with this soft, rich pork and tofu dish. The cream puff would cap off the heat nicely. When she queries Ragna if he's normally a lucky guy, he doesn't quite laugh, but there's a little huff when his shoulders shrug. ]
Let's just say 9 outta 10 times, I gotta make my own luck. [ Not even discussing the trauma from his past, Ragna gently blows on the spoonful of Ma Po Tofu, he admits with a half smile: ] So basically crap.
[ Om. It's so smooth that he lets the flavours dance on his palate for a moment before swallowing, a satisfying heat tingling down his throat and lingering on his tongue. Not enough to phase him though. ]
[ It's preparing him in order to have an easier time surviving this place. Chips won't get him far beyond being able to spend on certain things, but it's still a necessity! He doesn't seem like the kind of person who'd leech off other people, so it'd be best to get some chips in his account.
His agreement gets her to smile, and she even claps her hands together once. That's what she likes to hear! ]
That's the way. I don't think the crepes are very expensive, but if you win one of the games once? I think you'd be able to buy ten crepes!
[ Ragna should not spend all his chips on Weiss, but she's just giving him an idea here. Ideas, even! One: he can get a considerable amount of money to spend, two: he should consider getting her more than just one crepe.
(So much for not leeching off of people, Weiss.)
The slice of duck isn't so big, so it's pretty easy to finish. Once she's done, she grabs a napkin and wipes her hand of any crumbs and oil, then she sits back down, closer to the gifts now so she can go through them again while he's eating. May as well get busy with something while waiting for him. ]
I'd say... it's decent? [ Not at all true. She's just going through some of the other cards now as she figures out what her luck is like. ] The slot machines haven't made me do anything crazy yet.
[ Her intuition would be correct! He was more keen on handling problems by himself and involving others less in his affairs. Though, most circumstances were of the dangerous variety. Things were a touch different here... Pot calling the kettle black— telling someone else that letting others tag in to help was okay. He wouldn't ask her to join him, but judging by the direction of this conversation? They might be heading in the same direction. Besides, all the teasing and riling him aside, she's proven to be a pretty...chill person? No pun intended. There would be ample time for Ragna to reflect back on how he felt about this girl, or any of the guests he'd happened to cross paths with here.
If this is what "misery loves company" looks like, than adjusting until he's pulled back through the Boundary, or the rabbit, or who knows interferes... It might not be so bad. It's easy to forget where he is when he's in a luxurious suite, buying someone food without the pretense of it being for sex. That is. Until they inevitably go back downstairs, and he'll find himself a touch more guarded once more. ]
Yeah? Ten whole crepes off one score? The economy's really booming here, [ he adds with a drip of sarcasm on the edge of his tone.
(...sigh room service gave her three he can't get upstaged by the staff.)
The Ma Po Tofu serving isn't huge, and since it wasn't served with a bed of rice, it's more or less like a really thick and savoury soup of sorts. And while he doesn't go slurping and scarfing it down like a pig, Ragna does find himself actually digging into this one especially. It might be the first thing besides the Peking Duck that gets completely polished off. He can feel a light dribble of sauce roll down from his lip, which he gently swipes with his thumb and quietly sucks off the end.
A satisfied, low rolling sigh... There. That's got the heart nice and warm. There's still some left in the deep plate! Of which he gestures to Weiss if she wished to try. If she declines, Ragna'll simply go back to it. ]
Anything crazy? [ His brow lightly furrows to that, in part concern but also...curiosity? ] You mean they're not just there to doll out chips if you get lucky enough?
[ Think you answered your own question there, Ragna, thinking of what this place literally wants 24/7. ]
[ Technically, this order of butter and sugar crepe counts as once even if they did serve three small ones. So imagine thirty small crepes? That's how many crepes he can get from the most basic of payouts.
Weiss is going to be in such big trouble when she finds out about the arcade and the crepe stand there. As it is, she's content with the crepes in the cafes and all. Learning that there's actually a place here that specialises in making one of her favourite snacks... oh boy. ]
Yup. You can probably get more if you play the more difficult games, though. I don't really know.
[ That is to say, she doesn't play that much games in the casino unless she has to. Every now and then, she'll sit down and play some poker, but it's really just to observe people and practice, and not necessarily to get her chips to multiply.
Some of the gifts are unfortunately in wrapping, so she doesn't open any of those. But the ones inside paper bags which she can just take what's inside, she does mess around with! One of which she almost takes out, only to chuck the bag and its contents riiiight back at the other end of the couch. If she doesn't say anything, maybe he won't ask!
But hopefully he... enjoys the very nice black and red set of vibrators in there.
It's as she tries to cover up that nothing crazy just happened that she sees him offering her some food again. She waves a hand dismissively in response. ]
N- No, thank you! [ Hah... Ha ha.......... Better change the topic real quick now. She'll just tuck her hair behind her ear and reach for the plate of cream puffs. This is what she gets for going through people's things, really... ] And the slot machines aren't just machines, yeah. You have to do something based on what you roll, and if you do it, then you get the chips in your account.
I had to touch someone's knee before!
[ And lick someone's mouth... But it's probably best not to bring that up now. She's embarrassed herself enough as is. ]
[ All the more reason for Ragna's motivation to take a shift then. He can't let the House win. He can't let them one-up him when he thinks he can do a better job of treating someone with respect. Three small crepes per one serving? Hell! He'll do six! And with enough chips, he'll find himself a portable stove and skillet and make his own crepes, damn it! Yeah, he'll override the Golden Peacock's monopoly on crepes and forge ahead with a new empire. And in order to do that, he was going to need help. His specialty in cooking was BBQ, but his horizons needed to not only be broadened, but also taste-tested too before the product can be released to the masses. And if enough guests catch wind of what they're up to, competition may only stand to become even more fierce. Kitchens may catch fire. Alliances may be forged and compromised. Hearts WILL be broken even if he never asked for this? But in the end, Ragna the Bloodedge and Weiss Schnee must remain strong if they are to transcend beyond the upper echelon of the ranks.
The King and Queen of Crepes? No. That's too paltry. They're breaching unto divine territory with this path. But neither of them will have to do it alone! ]
↑ ↑ ↑ Editor's Note: To Unlock this Gag Reel ending, please select the dialogue choice that continues the conversation about the value of Crepes.)
By "more difficult", I'm wagering the tables, right? Poker, Blackjack...
[ Both of which he's familiar with! Games that require a little more forward thinking than just pushing buttons on a screen or pulling a slot lever and watching and listening to the blinking lights and sounds. Although Weiss claims that she doesn't really know full specifics, he can only infer so much from her details as well. That and assumptions make an ass out of them both. What she does with her time in this place isn't any of his business. So whatever she has to do to make herself...comfortable? He doesn't know her well, but he'd trust that's on her.
That might be him soon, after all. Doing whatever he can to be comfortable.
Ragna notices how Weiss is busying herself with the various boxes and bags, opting for the latter since those aren't wrapped or knotted with satin ribbons. He never planned on opening or taking advantage of what was inside, what with his lack of trust in this place. That's right about the time that the tiny little Schnee flings the bag and its contents to the other end of the couch. ]
Huh? [ Aaand unfortunately for Weiss, the gift bag falls onto its side, lending to the black and red vibrators peeking out. He was offering the tofu when he catches them from the corner of his eye, muttering quietly, ] Hell are those?
[ "N- No, thank you!" And timely intervention on Weiss' part! Ahhh... it's probably some weird sex thing if she was reacting like that to it. Like he knows what the hell a vibrator is. Narrowing his gaze, he moves on when she reaches for the cream puff. Right. Right. Time to reel this conversation back in. ]
"Touch someone's knee"? [ That earns Weiss a lighter 'hmph' as he wears a little smile of amusement. ] Sorry to hear that. You must've felt so scandalized.
[ She's made him feel a little more optimistic now. ... Cautiously optimistic. ]
Yeah, they pay more. But if you place higher bets, then I guess any game is the same.
[ Don't quote her on that one, though. It's not like she's a casino expert to begin with. But, it's as she said. Some are easy, some can give a good payout and can last for days in the resort. Thankfully, there's no rent to pay, so most expenses just deal with food, clothing, and other extra things.
Still, it doesn't make this an ideal place to live in!
After seeing one of his presents, maybe it would be best not to touch the rest. Ragna, the Grim-Reaping Crimson Calamity can open the rest of his presents on his own. It'll be fine! He can just do it while she isn't here, because she'd rather not know what else the resort got for him and his newly wed— wherever they may be.
Out of sight, out of mind. Eating a cream puff puts her back in a good mood, a bit more calm and collected when she responds. ]
Compared to the other things, like squeezing someone's chest? I'll take touching someone's knee any time.
[ Knee kink????? She smiles at him when a thought hits her, so before she takes another bite of her cream puff, she says: ]
In fact, I'll touch your knee all day if I have to, if it meant getting chips out of it.
That's about as straightforward as it gets. ...Until it isn't, if my hunch about these bastards is right.
[ Remember. Cautiously optimistic.
By the time he finishes the last spoonfuls of his Ma Po Tofu, he reaches for a napkin and wipes his mouth, clean as it was still. His lips tingle a little, and the spice level means that he can still feel some residual heat. If he forgets about being kidnapped like the rest of them, this is a lot more appetizing! Not bad, Golden Peacock. Not bad at all. He'll enjoy the rest later, since he can just tuck them away in the fridge like leftovers. Once he's set his empty plate aside, Weiss did offer him a cream puff so he asks, ]
May I?
[ A formality, since she'd already offered, but it's also a heads up that he's leaning over for her so he can carefully pick up one of her puffs.
"My goodness. Perhaps I might need to reevaluate my opinion of you, Ragna— when your manners were befitting of dirt before," he can totally hear the Rabbit say, backhanding him and killing any momentum of decency out of the white-haired man.
Weiss mentioning the alternative of squeezing someone's chest usually wouldn't get colour rising to his face so easily. But even if his voice hasn't stammered or composure crumpled yet, there's still a faint redness there.
Must be the spice. (:
It's a light conversation, but on the topic of where to touch others, Ragna can't help but let his thoughts trail. Normally he would keep a tighter lid on those thoughts and feelings, and he was about to say something when Weiss puts the cherry on top of her little kneedy train of thought. ]
Huh? [ Oh that. Is a good distraction from said internal thoughts. Day 1, maybe Day 2 Ragna might have barked, back straightening with a boisterious "WHOA!!" or "Where the hell did that come from?!" ...over knee touching. But she already got him flustered before, cheeky little "getting her hands all over him" remark and all. And it's not like she was randomly throwing herself at him for a joke. Words? He can handle those, tempering himself with a long, deep sigh. So despite the fact he's got a little blush, ] At least I figured out where you want to put your hands on me.
[ It's the more normal games that aren't normal here. It doesn't take long for someone to grow doubtful that there isn't a catch. Ragna has every right to think that way. ]
Yes, go ahead.
[ The cream puffs are pretty good! Weiss does like this particular flavour a lot since she tried it, but she's pretty sure the other pastries in Great Tit! are a lot better. Too bad they're all shaped like actual tits, and she can't be caught eating those around anyone...
His reaction to her touching his knee isn't as explosive as the way he reacted earlier. Is he growing? Adapting? Or maybe it wasn't embarrassing enough. God- she just thinks one of her own teammates would have a kick out of all this. ]
Oh, definitely. I'd have you sit down while I'm settled on the floor, fingers splayed as I just get in there, touching your knee all over.
[ She clears her throat. Her next words have a bit of a dramatic flair to it, clearly exaggerated. ]
"Mister the Bloodedge, what beautiful skin you have. I didn't know that I knee-ded you until toda— hahaha! [ That's the sound of her breaking character and losing her shit before she could even finish the joke. ]
[ Speaking of which? It's his turn! Ragna...usually doesn't get the chance to try such fancy looking dishes. These would be more up Rachel's avenue in terms of elegance. But...that didn't mean it made it something he was against trying. In fact, as he takes a bite off the end of his cream puff, his eyes seem to briefly light up. He can't say he has a sweet tooth, but this earl grey? It adds a nice twist on the whole dessert. He simply hums his approval to her before he takes a bigger bite.
What a big big mistake.
"Oh, definitely." accompanied by what she says next. He stops chewing, letting the cream puff just melt a little in his mouth as he finds himself staring back at her. Wide-eyed, a muffled noise of an "Mn—!" Sitting down, this girl settled on the floor beneath him, fingers splayed as she gets all up in on his knee. His knee.
...and if those hands slipped, sliding further over or along the inside of his thigh—— ]
?!? [ There's a visible tremble in Ragna's eyes for a moment as he muffles behind sealed lips before forcing himself to swallow down the cream puff. Audibly. It wasn't just his face that was burning red again, but for the first time since he got here? Heat. Spreading through his chest as he prepares to lambaste her for...something. Saying anything right now more akin to barking because he suddenly feels like he's losing his grip. ] Hey, the hell's with—!!
[ "Mister the Bloodedge, what beautiful skin you have. I didn't know that I knee-ded you until toda—" aaand she's losing her shit because of her pun that does not go over his head. And suddenly that bubbling urge to bark dissipates, simmering...simmering... ]
[ SHE IS FUNNY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! And she is absolutely still laughing, a hand on her stomach as it starts to hurt. Once she catches breath, she snickers one last time before just... grinning.
She obviously isn't over it yet. But she is trying!! ]
That was good. I'll need to remember that one.
[ Is she going to tell it to some other person? Maybe. Poor them, really. At least Ragna can rest assured (?) that he wouldn't be the only one to suffer through this. Though he should probably regret helping her out... Look at what the caffeine has done to her. ]
[ A shame that Ragna’s rarely the laughing type. But the progression from being stone-faced when being scoped for hustling his way into her pants, to the flustering Grim Reaper sitting beside her, was like seeing two sides of a door. Congratulations, Weiss Schnee. This is an all new type of bullying for Ragna that he’s gonna need some time and experience to process.
That and…it’s honestly still a welcome change from what he was mentally preparing himself for in this place. When he invited Weiss earlier, Ragna thought that she would be a (understandably) guarded person and he would exchange advice giving her food, and that would be the end of that. Instead, she’s already poked fun at him numerous times and showed a playful side that practically blindsided him.
The fact she has no idea who he really is and she’s pressing buttons…
Man. What the hell is he in for in this tenure. ]
Please. Please just. I need you to spare me the knee puns.
[ It takes a certain level of shamelessness to get comfortable in someone else's room, especially when you've only just met. Weiss didn't really think she'd be having a conversation like this— one where more than just stating facts and speculation about this resort would be shared. Here she is though... she's done all that! And she's also at that point where she can be more like herself. Even if it's the dorkier and goofier side of her that she shows.
Ragna should be proud of himself. Nice Weiss already on the first day? That's a rare feat. A scythe-wielding girl in black and red would be flipping out at him if she ever found out. ]
What's wrong? [ She takes a small bite out of her second cream puff, intentionally pausing because yes, once again, she is here to deliver yet another line. It is after swallowing that she asks: ] You don't think I'm fun-knee?
[ This time, she doesn't crack and start laughing before she finishes. She waits and looks at him after saying it, expecting a reaction, whether a snort or exasperation. One will make her stop while the other will make her want to keep going. ]
[ Truth be told? Ragna can't recall a time that he's had somebody staying in a place he could actually call his "room" before. Not since he was still a kid, when he'd chide Jin for being a crybaby over the moon, or letting his little sister sleep in his bed when she had a bad dream. The fact that this is a real "first" for him at his age would probably sink in later when he was all by himself, alone with his thoughts. Although, having "Nice Weiss" as the first person he actually experienced a moment like this with? Wasn't...so bad. Not bad at all, actually.
Even if he's towing the line of being a grouch and trying his hand at being a host.
Said scythe-wielding girl in black and red would probably flip out at him regardless.
... She intentionally pauses. ]
...Oh god. [ Ragna just sounds. So done. And yet. And yet. He lets her keep going. Here it comes. ] UGH.
[ He's being tortured. He's also the one that chimed back once about figuring out where she wanted her hands to be on him, he realizes. Which might be why she skilfully(?) dodges the "shut up" button once again. ]
Go back to eating your cream puff. [ A beat, as he holds his own half-eaten one up. ...son of a bitch he's gonna regret this: ] I knee-d a sec if you're gonna keep bombarding me.
[ Well, he better not tell her to "shut up" again. That's just asking for a fight.
Even if she does ask for it, most of the sometimes. ]
Oh, sure. [ Oh, thank god. She sounds serious. Is she actually listening to him this time and will stop with the lame jokes? ] I'll only say something again if it's knee-cessary.
[ That's the last one. For now. He won't know when the next one will come, but she will be there... waiting for an opportunity to flaunt her funny bone again. Her teammates would be so proud. (Or they would be on Team Ragna for this one. It really is all up in the air.)
But with only one last cream puff left though, there's not much else to eat. She places the plate on the tray and makes sure she didn't leave any crumbs on the couch, cleaning it up if she spots any. It'll be as if she was never here, by the end of it all. ]
[ She'd have to genuinely grate on him to accomplish that again. He's even almost over the whole Crimson Calamity deal. She sounds serious though? Was he breaking through to her?! He swallows what's left of his cream puff just in time for her to drop that lame ass pun. But instead of complain even more or beg her to stop... ]
And there's the coup de grâce...
[ Weiss Win. Perfect. ]
[ Ragna is content with what he's eaten so far, so he's ready to tidy up as well. Pushing himself back up to his feet, he tidies up with her, only piping up when she goes back to picking the crumbs from the couch if there's any left. He offers to take care of it for her, though conschnee-ds easily enough otherwise as he takes the cart of leftover food towards the fridge in the kitchen. Whether Weiss follows him or not, he regards back to her: ]
I think I changed my mind about changing. [ Main reason being? Besides the sus titty shirt? ] I'm not feeling so stuffy with just a dress shirt.
[ Ragna can just tuck it in again! He starts arranging the leftover Chinese dishes into the fridge real quick, followed by turning around to the marbled island where the sink is. He's mindful of his gloved right hand, only rinsing his bare left hand as he intends to just wipe the right clean. ]
So what now? Wanna relax for a little bit or head back down?
[ A dress shirt is a regular type of clothing... If he feels stuffy in one, Weiss would. . . honestly be judging. There's a reason why Weiss didn't have a high opinion of Sun when they first met. While a big factor of it was because he was a Faunus and was clearly not to be trusted at the time, he certainly looked very uncivilised (harsh) by having his shirt open the whole time.
No, she did not think the washboard abs were attractive. ]
Hold on to that shirt of yours, especially if you don't have a lot of chips to spare. The free clothes that come from this place are very tacky.
[ Just like that "I'm in my slut era" shirt from before... Fortunately, she's done with that phase of wearing free clothes, because she purchased some new ones as soon as she got out of the room she woke up in. While she'd much rather be in her usual battle gear, it's not like there's any reason for her to fight just yet, so she's just been spending most of her days in casual dresses in this place. Just like now. ]
Let's head back down soon. I'm plenty relaxed as is.
[ No, she does not ask about him, but he had a bunch to eat. If he wants to sit down and relax a little longer, she won't mind, but she might go down ahead just so she can move around and do something else. Eat and run mentality ]
[ A regular type of clothing that he most certainly wasn’t used to. Loosened cuffs and a well fitted dress shirt wasn’t so obnoxious on him after all though, the longer he relaxed and got out of the grandiose of his white jacket. Only thing he’d have preferred was if he got decked out in black. But, even Ragna knew that beggars couldn’t be choosers on their predicament.
That, and…the less questions that get (inevitably) asked about his arm and why that whole sleeve underneath was staying on, the better. Another reason why he second-guessed the Great Tit! t-shirt. ]
Tacky’s a…uh, real polite way of putting it.
[ And as such, he’s on her wavelength in that respect, he clicks his tongue in annoyance as he dries his hand clean on a gilded hand towel provided. ]
Seriously, what the hell were they thinking stealing the clothes off my back?
[ And he presumes off Weiss’ too. But when she gives the go ahead for them to get ready to hit the Casino, he lets go of his earlier frustration over outfit compromises with a more calming sigh. ]
Sure. I’m feelin’ pretty good too now.
[ Really good actually. The food and dessert were a bigger pick-me-up than he thought they’d be. This was a much needed change of pace. …even if he had to contend with a tiny Schnee along the way. ]
[ It certainly is very cheap to her. No respectable person would wear a shirt that says "I love dildos" unless they found it funny or something. In contrast to him, she is a beggar who is also a chooser, and actually did. . . refuse to put any of those free clothes on and instead went shopping in her bathrobe.
(Yeah.)
At the very least, that whole ordeal is over now and Weiss does have clothes she's more comfortable wearing in public now. ]
Also, you're lucky you have something decent on. Some of us here, when we arrived, woke up naked in the jungle.
[ "Some of us here" obviously means it wasn't her, but he should be glad it wasn't him, either.
She'll wait for him to finish cleaning up and fixing the leftovers by the door. There's her watch that she fiddles with as she waits, making sure she's texting her catdemon roommate that she's out and if he can get room service to clean the place up unless he wants to do that... ]
Embarrassing? Raunchy? [ Oh wait. The most obvious term. ] Stupid?
I mean if you've gotta have shirts with slogans or logos, have at 'er but would it kill them to have one shirt that wasn't slapping a dick or boobs on it?
[ To be fair. There probably(?) is tamer apparel. But Ragna also wasn't about to just start looking desperate digging through and find out whether it exists or not. Yet it's when Weiss puts everything into perspective for how some of the wildcards arrived previously that grants him pause. The incredulous look he gives her isn't directed at her, but at the absurdity of the statement. Although part of him, somehow, still wasn't surprised either. ]
That...wouldn't have boded well for anyone involved if that were me.
[ Half a frown, as he avoids sparing a glance to his right arm. Beneath his dress shirt is a full-length black sleeve. No one needed to see the raw Azure Grimoire underneath. And ever since he got here? It stopped hurting, and any time someone bumped into him or even accidentally touched it, they didn't get woozy either. Bristly and cautious as he may still be about letting people get too close, it's also been getting...harder to. For one reason or another that he's happy to have distractions for in the form of taking a chance on this girl.
Still... ]
Well then. Guess that just means I gotta count my blessings then.
[ He sounds so enthused. Weiss has plenty of time to fiddle and keep her roommate in the know before he's all set! He already knows that he's going to be on edge a little once they're down in the hustle and bustle of the Casino. But...if he can just keep his attention on Weiss to start and focus less on the mindless drones of lustful idiots 'enjoying their stay', he can forget he's in a sex resort for a little while longer.
Be that anchor, Weiss. Just for a little bit. He'll even endure more of your cringe puns to do it.
But at least Ragna sounds better as he even has a relaxed smile on his face. ]
Alright. Let's see how lucky we can get after all.
When I find a shirt that has a knee on it, I'll be sure to get it for you. Consider it a "welcome to the casino" present.
[ Ah... what has he done...
She isn't too fazed by his reaction to waking up naked in the jungle, though. No matter who it was, she imagines, anyone sensible would just find it all too embarrassing and awful. A really bad experience overall. But if others get affected by it too, well... Weiss doesn't have to think too hard about it— that's his business and she won't ask. She maintains what she said, that he's lucky that it didn't happen to him.
Although waking up in this place to begin with is rather unlucky... but what's done is done!
She'll wait until he opens the door before she steps out. Goodbye, fancy room. Goodbye, very comfortable chaise lounge which she one day hopes to have in her own room. Goodbye, bathtub which she didn't really see but knows it's there. This should probably be the time when she thanks him for the coffee and the snacks, and she does think it. Rather than say it out loud, though, she decides to wait until later to show her gratitude.
It's just a little embarrassing, that's all. ]
Right. Like I said, the slot machines are the easiest, but if there's another game you want to play, I'll watch. Maybe you might win big.
[ Come to think of it... he can put himself up for auction, too. That'd get him quite a lot of chips in exchange for an hour with someone. ]
[ Ragna resists rolling his eyes, instead shaking his head before at least fessing, ]
Painful as that sounds, I'd...still take it over the rest of the junk.
[ Even if it's hypothetical. And probably joking. ...if he finds out people have a kneejob fetish here if that's even a thing, he's going to go insane. Ragna follows after her, only stopping to spare a glance back into the illustrious suite one more time. Remembering everything Weiss said before about being assigned a rank soon... This is too much even for him, but he also doesn't want to get thrown down into the pits either. For selfish reasons and...he just knows it'll put him in an even more sour mood. That and the trouble he'd cause if he had to put up with seeing the staff be assholes not only to him, but to people around him.
He's already got little patience for crap to begin with.
But who knows? Maybe he'll get dealt a good hand. And he can...invite her up again sometime. ]
I know how some of these games work. Even if I never really had the time for a lot of it back home.
[ Putting him up for auction is just asking for a bad time. For both parties involved. adskflj It's not long before the two return to the private elevator leading back down. From there, they can take the public elevators once again so they can get a clear path to the casino. ]
You're not gonna try your hand at any of them?
[ Curiosity more than goading her on! He reaches for and taps the button for the public level, the pristine golden doors gliding shut before they start going down. ]
[ She has had enough risk-taking for a lifetime, thank you. And even then, there are still more bets to be placed in the future.
In this place though? Games in the casino aren't really her thing; it's not her idea of fun. While she does sit down and play some Blackjack from time to time, it's all done out of spite. She needs to learn what she can from other players and improve her bluffing and card counting skills, because there's a stupid person in this casino who she needs to win against at some point. If that day will actually come is unknown, but she sure as hell isn't going to let him keep winning against her.
The casino does have a pretty good stage, though. Get up on it and entertain the crowd and get some tips. It's not quite as lucrative as getting ten times your bet if you win a game, but she'd find that more fun. ]
I'll watch. And provide commentary.
[ :) Watch him, she means. Unfortunately for him, she doesn't have anything better to do. This place gives one a lot of free time, but it gets so tiring not doing any work or anything productive... everything is leisure. He really is stuck with her for now until something better catches her interest. ]
Are you that eager to get rid of me?
[ Into the lift they go, and Ragna presses to take them to the connecting floor to the public elevator. Weiss isn't really all that bothered if he did want to just be alone as he played some games. They're not friends, and they certainly don't owe each other one's company. There's just something about his presence at this time that makes her not want to be anywhere else, though.
It's not something she's even aware of. It might be best that it stays that way. ]
[ Then, assuming that she didn't gamble much, to have chips, then... Talk about a new learning experience. He lets that thought stay at that- perhaps out of an unspoken respect. If this place was all about leisure and there was very little else beyond indulging, he was going to find himself getting...really bored, really fast. Time will tell if Mr. Grim Reaper here was going to find a particular balance in how he accrues his chip stack. He still isn't keen on paying these guys, but he finds himself being more easily swayed by the suggestions of this girl who could have left at any point.
Actually...sigh, playing games. But not necessarily "the" game. Can they go back to hanging out in his suite and forgetting where they are? He'll even take getting bullied teased by her over what's waiting for them down below. So much so that when Weiss taunts him again, he folds his arms and gives a halfassed response. ]
Words in my mouth, why don'tcha...
[ Because saying "No" was too direct of an invite.
'Ding!' The elevator opens! And they're now far removed from the fancy couch, the fancy bath, the fancy kitchen, the luxurious privacy... And he takes a deep breath in through his nose. Out his mouth. Just relax, Ragna. So long as he focuses on his company? He can hold a modicum of ignorant bliss while they continue to hang out. So far as they walk, it's not like they're being bombarded by innuendo and debauchery just by walking down a hallway into the more open space. Although there is one difference he notices. ]
Looks like we skipped the big rush.
[ Compared to how busy and crowded it was waiting for an elevator earlier, let alone getting crammed in with so many others. Now there's just only a couple other people around. It's awfully quiet now... But they gotta head down to the main level from here if they want to hit the casino. Ragna walks up to press the ▼ button, only for a moment's passing and another audible 'Ding!' as the light above the door illuminates. ]
Huh. Good timing, too.
[ Good timing indeed. Especially when those doors open and out fumble a seemingly drunken pair of women, clothing still dishevelled and giggling something about 'hoping they liked the show' before Ragna can barely step to the side as they walk off together. Furrowing his brow at them whilst biting his tongue, he scrunches his mismatched gaze with a shake of his head before shrugging it off, remembering to step into the elevator in time. He holds his arm out against the side so that it doesn't start to close on Weiss. ]
[ Ragna, Ragna... The Grim-Reaping Crimson Calamity. You better not think of the other ways Weiss gets her chips, because she definitely did not mean to imply what you're thinking when she said that. She doesn't gamble regularly, but the amount of money earned from small payouts isn't so bad— she can get by! Especially when (sighs) people invite her over to their rooms to have coffee or snacks, or when other people actually volunteer to cover her expenses. Of course, Weiss is an independent young lady who don't need no man, and she still is a player of the bigger game here. Just don't think about that now, will you?
The way he responds to her tease just gives her more motivation to keep doing it. Weiss isn't someone who clicks with people easily, given her more prickly nature, but sometimes, maybe she can. It's a miracle! And while she wouldn't say they're clicking, she isn't disinterested in forming a connection with him. Even if the way he approached her was rather suspicious. ]
You could just say "no", you know.
[ A shake of her head. Down they go, then out. When they get to the next elevator door, she takes a step to the side as two people walk out. She's no gossip, so she doesn't really care about what they were talking about. Though judging by how they looked? Weiss could guess what they did and what they might do once they get inside one of their suites...
But, again, not her problem. She steps into the elevator and presses the floor that'll lead them to the lobby so they can head to the casino. Not a very long ride down, even if they're at the highest part of the building. With no one else around, Weiss notices the painting on one side, but doesn't pay it any mind. She just doesn't think there were paintings in the elevator before... huh!
Once the elevator doors close, they should actually feel the machine descending, but they're not moving at all. In fact, there isn't even any noise from it that it's started to move. Weiss looks up, and the screen still says they're on the same floor they came in from. ]
Is it broken?
[ In which case, they'd just need to get off and call for another one. So she clicks on the button that should open the door, but it doesn't do anything, either. She presses again, and again, and again, really mashing the button this time, but there's still nothing. And so, she passes a puzzled look Ragna's way. ]
I'm not sure what's going on.
[ Little do they know, the painting Weiss spotted earlier? The three subjects are all smiling innocently as they keep their eyes on her. ]
[ Tch... // Saying that Ragna "doesn't click with people" could be the grossest understatement of the decade; although much of it was a combination of choice and circumstance— circumstance that he deems best to keep under wraps for as long as he can. Granted, much of that had to be said front and centre when he was still entrenched in the turmoil of his own world. What was he trying to do again? Defeat Terumi? Defeat the Imperator? Or was he just trying to make heads or tails of the wide-open realm of possibilities laid out before him now that he's left Kagutsuchi?
He didn't have the time to make niceties with other people. It was just as much a problem for him as it would have been for everyone else.
And yet...there she is, still at his side. He hasn't warned her away. He even went against his own hesitations to invite her up and take her away from the hassle of the hustle they're coming back to now. What information did he glean from her to begin with? Was it worth it? Or did Ragna find something else he'd been denying himself since he got here? A connection?
Was it...even okay to even think about wanting— ]
...Huh?
[ The surplus of paintings that have manifest since they last hopped in here was a bit on the excessive side. Did they ride this one before? Or did they take another one beside it? Ragna can't remember. But more alarming was the fact that they weren't moving. He can't feel anything off, at least, coming from the outside. If there's one thing that he was good at, it was having a good sense for danger, imminent or no. So now they're just...stuck? ]
Wonder whose luck this is.
[ She taps it again. And again. And he folds his arms and leans to one side out of confusion. This wasn't a case of Weiss doing something wrong. She's clearly pushing the button for the main floor? That's when she gives up and shoots him a puzzled look. ]
Let me try something.
[ ...by "try something", Ragna, you don't mean...
He steps up beside Weiss, staring down at the console of buttons. Just as he tightens his fist, mindful not to just go denting the damn thing in with his strength, he's about to knock the console when all of a sudden...
The elevator lights flicker, immediately setting the hairs on the back of Ragna's neck on end as he stops himself mid-swing and the lights normalize. Instantly accompanied by: ]
[ "Does he think hitting everything can solve all his problems?" ]
[ Disembodied voice?? Also not Weiss'?? Ragna's pupils reduce to pins and he reluctantly turns around. First towards Weiss as he attempts to force some bass back into his words. ]
Hey...you uh, hear that?
[ "Although..." A gleeful giggle. "What! What!""Isn't it kind of sweet too? Bravely charging ahead all, 'Don't worry, I'll save you'?"
"Oho that is so darling!"
So begins another facet of Ragna the Bloodedge on full display, as he hones in on the painting on the wall, the Teasing Trio all smiles and longing sighs as they chinhand at the two and— ]
G-Ghosts?! H-H-Here tooooo?!?!
[ Oh. There's a new octave. Ragna immediately takes a step (two) back, hairs on his one good arm standing on end as he halfheartedly raises it in front of himself in defence. ]
[ Weiss gives him space, taking a step to the side. Before he can even do anything, the lights flicker and then there are voices...
She doesn't scream or anything, but she does tense up, immediately looking around to see if there is anyone else around. It's the painting. They're moving and talking, and they most definitely aren't human. Ragna might think they're ghosts, but she doesn't think they are?
It's under investigation. Weiss isn't as scared anymore compared to when she first arrived and met her doppelganger, but it is still very unsettling regardless. ]
Um...?
[ What the hell is going on... she thought for sure the paintings couldn't talk. They could jump out of their frames, but... this is weird. Should she just accept that just about anything can happen here? She really should, shouldn't she?
Her companion's voice breaks, and her attention goes back to him. He isn't looking so good, which gets her to raise an eyebrow. Is he really scared? Somehow, she didn't think he would be scared of ghosts... but to each his own. She won't kick him while he's down, so she takes a step forward, as if to shield him with her smallass body from the painting. ]
Leave him alone.
[ Now the Teasing Trio stop giggling. Or at least, they do when Weiss shuts them up for a second or two.
"Oh, how cute! Don't you worry, we aren't going to do anything! We're stuck here!"
Great, they're smartasses, too. Whether or not they're trying to be annoying on purpose, Weiss just frowns, unimpressed with the response she's received.
"Show us something cute! We'll let you go after you entertain us a bit, okay? Please? Look, look! He's sooo scared! Doesn't he deserve a kiss and a hug?" ]
... [ So that's it. They can't leave the elevator and it's all because of this painting. Weiss honestly feels a little bad. This isn't her fault, but somehow? She thought for sure Ragna wouldn't get subject to the resort's oddities right away. Maybe it was wrong of her to be optimistic about it, but they did seem to have a good start, just chatting and not even eating anything that made them horny. She doesn't even know what to even tell him now, because she knows what she should be doing to get out. But if she were in his shoes, she'd totally be making a big deal about this. No way can this stupid place tell her what to do!
It's why instead of talk about a kiss and a hug, she instead asks: ]
Are you okay? [ Scared, obviously, but she'll at least make sure he knows he's got company and the paintings won't do anything crazy while she's around. They don't look threatening, and that's all that's important to her. If it were a painting of a demon or something, then she'd 100% be terrified with him. ]
[ Phantoms weren't something that Ragna typically dealt with on the regular, as attuned as he was with the concept of souls and spirits by now. Unfortunately? They're still rooted deeply to him, to the point where his heart was palpitating as he scrunches his eyes shut just so he can avoid looking at them. Like a rare, childish notion that if he can't see them, they can't see him. He's already got it imprinted in his head that they're ghosts...and there weren't very many that he didn't just soldier on through despite himself. It's always that initial impact— the heat, the ringing in his ears as the pain exceeds the shock his body attempts to throw himself into, the wooziness, the blood loss, that son of a bitch's voice cackling all the while and making him feel even more powerless than he already was... It's funny on the surface, and for all intents and purposes, he masks the truth well behind his girly screams or flinching whimpers.
But then he hears another voice. One he just met. One he knew. One that stuck around with him as she tells the Teasing Trio to leave him alone. And Ragna bites down a whimper. He doesn't cry; he's not even close to that. But he cracks his green eye open first, Weiss practically shielding him by standing between him and the painting. And the visual is sobering for an entirely different reason. And his eyes open with a tremor behind her. The last time someone stood between him and a ghost, they...
...!
Come on, Ragna. Come on. Get out of your own head. Get out of your own thoughts. Snap back to reality?! He'd already been skeeved out from his prior investigations here, this shouldn't be so shocking to him. That was all then. This is now. Why should he be scared of some phantom painting? So, despite himself, keeping behind Weiss as he does, Ragna does bark back up. ]
Yeah, ha HA ha! Real funny, assholes! What the hell do you want??
[ "Show us something cute! We'll let you go after you entertain us a bit, okay? Please? Look, look! He's sooo scared! Doesn't he deserve a kiss and a hug?" ]
Shut up! I-I'm not scared—
[ Another little voice crack. ]
[ "Come now, we're not asking for much~ Please? We just want to have a little fun... Unless...you want to be stuck in here... Foooreeeever~" ]
Check it. Better plan? How about, you piss off and let us off already, you damn voyeurs.
[ He lets out a frustrated little growl, after the initial outburst had been burned away into the ether. He remembers to take a deep breath again. Slow. Try to calm himself. Around the time that Weiss turns around to ask him if he's okay, he almost looks...ashamed? A frown mars his lips as he closes his eyes, one more breath in through his nose, and out his mouth. Weiss had stepped in to stick up for him. She didn't need to do that, even if it was just some playful spirits in a painting.
There he was, wanting to do better than this resort ever could in helping someone and sticking it to them, and now he's the one hiding behind her. So when he opens his eyes again, trying to keep his attention on her, there's still a hint of embarrassment in his voice. They're just in the painting. They're not monsters. There's no fire. There's no pain. There's no haunting voices whispering in his ear. ]
Yeah. [ A beat. ] Yeah. I'm fine. Great.
[ Shit, he can hear himself. That wasn't "Great". ]
Sorry. I... I overreacted.
[ Getting mad at the painting was his coping mechanism, it seems like. And chances were he'd still feel a shiver trickle down his spine if they decided to pipe up. Instead, at least for the time being, they keep to themselves, little whispers in each others' ears and distanced giggles as they wait and see if they need to give the two of them some more coercion or not. ]
So. [ Back to trying some sense of normalcy as if he hadn't just had a freakout earlier. If nothing else, he bounces back quick. ] Guessing this is another trick up this place's sleeve.
[ That didn't sound great to her... but she won't question it. Though he will see with the way her brow almost quirks up that she's doubtful. Very doubtful. No, she just doesn't believe him at all. But the fact that she doesn't comment on it is more for his sake and not hers.
Whatever he says. ]
You're fine. Just... try to ignore them, I guess.
[ Weiss gives a slight shake of her head, only wincing slightly when the giggles of the trio pierce her ears. She resists the urge to turn around and give them attention though, merely rolling her eyes as she scoffs. ]
I don't really like them, either. And I know there was something weird with the paintings... They're alive? Sort of.
[ Her voice is a little softer, trying to ensure that the trio won't be able to hear her. While she doesn't have a lot of information on how these paintings can even talk, she at least knows that there's something up with them. And they're the reason why she doesn't like sleeping alone, else she's scared she'd find her doppelganger in her room just staring at her.
The doppelganger that actually is inside one of the framed artworks. Strange as that may be... ]
I'm not sure that we can get out of here on our own, though. [ She turns her attention towards the panel with the buttons again, pressing on the open door button a couple of times. ] We can't even leave this stupid casino...
[ So something small scale like this? While she should have figured that something like this could happen, she never really did. ]
[ It's alright, Weiss. He's already lambasting himself in his own head over it all. Ragna is more self-conscious than he likes to let on, despite making it seem as though he could care less what other people thought about it. Though, maybe that's just more being easier to brush off his enemies after the Azure Grimoire, or his bounty, or who simply knew him for being the SS-Class Criminal. ]
H'okay.
[ Right on cue, Ragna joins her in wincing when the giggling trio drips into his ears. For what it's worth, Weiss, he can do that for you. If he doesn't say anything, he at least fixes them with a glare before her voice brings him right back.
Whisperwhisperwhisper "So smouldering..." DO THEY EVEN KNOW HOW THAT'S SUPPOSED TO LOOK?
The softer register in Weiss' voice, as if they were trying to keep the painting out of the loop, helps him too. And though he can't completely dispel that tension that grips his spine, his shoulders do seem to lax some again. Because this isn't a gag reel ending he concentrates on Weiss, his own voice comes in softer in a an attempt to echo her. ]
Not without causing a ruckus, anyway.
[ And by "ruckus", he means trying to break the walls, pry the doors open (which won't work sorry), attack the paintings themselves... The only reason he doesn't is because he's not by himself. Yes. Ragna the Bloodedge is, by some stroke of a miracle, holding back for someone else's sake. It helps that her words distract him from those violent thoughts, and she opens herself to him with that little lament about not even leaving this stupid casino...
And something in his heart sinks. He knows next to nothing about her. Next to nothing about anybody here. But there's nothing that makes him special either. They're just guests, rolling the dice on what leisures await them next. All of this was new for him, but when he takes a seat and thinks it all through, it's less the fact that they're being coerced into having sex as a big game, and more about what's been left behind. What was waiting back home for Weiss? What responsibilities did she get whisked away from, if any? Weiss acting all fussy about the lineup at Birdbucks, making fun of his name, finding him so easy to tease...
And for Ragna, inviting her up to his place without any strings attached, tolerating her as long as he has, even smiling for the first time since he got here...
Is it all coping? ]
That's why I wanna know everything I can about this place. Even if it means I gotta... [ It's hard to keep looking her in those pure, icy blues of hers, but Ragna manages. Why the hell not? She's already caught him with his pants proverbially down when he flipped over ghosts the way he did. They're also stalling. ] ...play my hand, to do it.
But I'm not giving up. [ He already almost did that once. And whatever Weiss does with her spare time isn't his business, but he can place his wager on one thing; she's not happy about this either. How many people that were stolen away from their lives were still coping? These past few days of shock have finally settled for Ragna. If he can figure something out that not just helps himself, but helps people like her, than he'll do it. There doesn't have to be any big reason behind it. It's as simple as that. He breaks this casino's foundations and learns how to jump back home? He takes that chance. He breaks this casino's foundations and learns how to get everyone else back home?
He tells the dealer to hit him and prays he doesn't bust. ]
...
[ And so, against his better judgment and fighting that creeping sensation that lingers on the edges of his thoughts, Ragna breaks his gaze away from Weiss to look back up at the Teasing Trio. Oh! He's looking right at them! ]
Hey. What do you want?
[ And don't bullshit him. He's fighting against every fiber of his being not to just shudder just thinking of being surrounded by haunted paintings.
"What do we want? That's easy. Show us some flirting, give us a treat!"
Flirting, a little treat. A hug and a kiss?
"We'll let you two go after you entertain us a bit." As for what they like? "Anything cute, anything sweet. It gets so boring in here. Imagine watching everyone do nothing but stand before leaving. Don't we deserve some fun?" ]
[ And a lot of people, she thinks. Sure, this place has practically summoned all kinds of people from all kinds of places— normal humans like her or those who can almost parallel the strength of gods. This place seems a lot more powerful than everybody combined, though, which makes it very troublesome.
This ruckus Ragna's thinking about? It's going to take a lot of time and effort to organise. It can't just be one person causing mayhem and all.
But that's something for later on. Far later, when there's more information to this resort beyond what it's appeared to be. ]
I'm sure some people have more information than I do. But it doesn't look like those people are keen on sharing what they know to everybody.
[ When the population— at least, the ones who recently arrived like her— aren't all interested in leaving anyway, there really is no point to force anything. Everyone's still feeling this place out, making connections, learning what they can about everyone and this casino. Leaving this place remains to be her priority, because she isn't one to run away from her responsibilities, but she is of the same mind. Much as she'd hate to admit it to just about anyone.
If she has to participate in this casino's... eccentricities, if it means learning in the process, and if it means getting out of here in the end? Then sure, she'll play. She hasn't gotten hurt. Yet.
That's enough serious contemplation for now, though. Even if she'd like to continue exchanging opinions about this place, there really is something else they have to deal with. The painting's stated what they want for them to get out of here, and while Weiss did understand. Anything cute, anything sweet, and being stuck in a place like this doesn't really help in setting the mood. ]
So, [ Coping. Coping.
She's got a wry smile on her face when she asks: ] Are you even capable of anything cute?
[ Whether it was for some convoluted purpose or something surface-level as in not wanting such a good time to end, Ragna's also of the mind to keep this more serious contemplation as an aside for now. Besides, their conversation was beginning to bore their audience, it seems like. One of them even has the audacity to yawn? Tch, like they had anywhere to be. Unlike Ragna and Weiss. Which, practically means that...
Sigh.
Damn it. He still doesn't know what this is supposed to look like before the elevator actually moves. But if anything?
Fine. He'll do this for her. First things first however, ]
What, is Mr. "Crimson Calamity" that mean looking?
[ But they're circling the drain on this one. Even Ragna can figure that one out as he tries to match her wry smile with that of faint amusement. If he's gonna be a guest here for a while, he might as well just roll with the punches (until he can start punching back). He doubts she'll ever let him live that card down either way. ]
[ He doesn't take offence to it. Back home, he couldn't afford to let people stay close to him for long, after all. He doesn't care about his status or the height of his criminal record. Although "mean" doesn't exactly do one favours in this place. As a member of the trio pipes up once more, he less bristles this time (thanks to Weiss' presence) and more knits his brow in annoyance as his attention is divided once more. Shooting another "knock it off" look up at the paintings: ]
Hey, you want cute? Then zip it.
[ "Oh oh oh! And shy to boot~"Growl."Okay okay. Shh shh shshshshshh..." whisperwhisperwhisper...
"So. You didn't answer." ]
You want me "changing my tune" or the real answer?
[ Because the former and trying to act all lovey-dovey, flirty or actively trying to play into the hands of the Trio was gonna be fake. Fake and awkward. And the longer he looks down at Weiss, Ragna, he... ]
[ A softened sigh this time. He told her that as attractive as she looked, he wasn't into coaxing people into sex with the promise of fancy food and lodge. He was grateful for her help and what little information she had to give him. That was all still true. She even convinced him to actually try out the Casino and get some money so he didn't land in too much hot water with the staff over his room service bill. The entire time he invited her up, she even got to see a side of him that not many had a chance to in his world.
How could they? He was the SS-Class Criminal with the highest bounty on record. He was the destroyer. The Grim Reaper. All the stories about him just had to be true. He was a monster wearing human skin. It's like he has a role to play and he knows it beat by beat.
And for the first time since he got here- no. For the first time in what felt like ages even back home, Ragna felt...
Normal. And what came with this normalcy was...a little more honesty. It's not Weiss' fault either, which may be why he doesn't have any bite in his voice when he confesses: ]
I've never...flirted with anyone before. Heck, I've never even kissed someone. [ A huff, less out of annoyance and more a prelude to admittance: ] I doubt I'd even get far enough for that back home.
[ It's difficult to set the mood and get all cute and romantic in this place, especially when what it's really asking for isn't romantic at all. It's why even asking for it—the fact that she's blatantly asking, rather than being subtle about it—does not help at all.
Still, if the painting won't shut up and won't let them leave until they do something that appeases them, then Weiss just has to try and make the most out of the situation. For now, she doesn't think about the objective too much, and would just prefer to let things be natural.
Although if he doesn't do anything cute, she might just have to force him on his knees so she can smush his cheeks with her hands and kiss him.
Ragna's response is honest, though. Vulnerable, even. Weiss can't even tease him for something like that. Not to mention, there's a part of her that can relate. Sure, she's flirted with people before, but it never really led to anything concrete. Her first kiss was in this place, and it was given to someone she doesn't even like. Not in a romantic way, anyway... ]
You and me both.
[ That's mostly to the "back home" comment. It'd take some time for Weiss to want to commit to a relationship given everything that's been going on. She doesn't sound all that bitter, though. Her commitment to being a Huntress and protecting her world comes first, after all. But she does smile up at him as a means to say he's not alone in this, and even though she's been here longer, and has therefore, had some experience in being close to people? She knows a bit of what he's feeling. ]
You should probably kiss someone you like, though. Especially if it's your first. So... here. I think this should count.
[ Handholding counts as cute, right? She thinks she heard one of the subjects in the painting say so earlier. She moves to stand on his right side now instead of in front of him, taking a deep breath, then she takes his hand in hers. ]
[ It's not that Ragna didn't know what to do— or at least, he had an approximation... The man has eyes and ears, even with the life he leads as a wandering destroyer with a bounty high enough that one could buy an island with his worth. What modicum of privacy he finds for himself in fleeting instances (that aren't interrupted by the Rabbit or something or another) grants him time to be alone with his thoughts, varying as they were. He's heard things— read things even. But Ragna has never given himself the time, it's something he's never been allotted...nor did he find himself pining for it either. How could he when he didn't even know what it felt like to touch someone without risking hurting them? He talks a big talk, and walks it well when it pertains to the perceived view everyone has of him. But the cold hard fact was that he'd already thought he made peace with saying goodbye to anything like intimacy.
And then he woke up here.
Weiss' words cut through to him, and how she can relate to him and what he's going through. It must have been the same way for so many other people here. ]
This place sure knows how to pick 'em, don't they?
[ They can go back to bickering, bantering, taunting and teasing...whatever the beginning of this was. A beginning that Ragna never would have thought of, let alone entertained with the life that he lead— or what little of it he's probably got left. Right now, she smiles up at him and flat-out disarms him in an entirely different way; the Teasing Trio would be treated to a first out of their rougher guest as his cheeks are gently dusted rose. But it's her next words that, unknowingly, challenge his own thoughts. And his inexperience shows once more, his throat clearing as he attempts to...
Protest? Bark? Clear the air? What was he even thinking? Well...if he was, his words are faster than his brain is as she moves to stand on his right side while he pipes up: ]
Hey, I didn't say I didn't like you I just—! [ He catches himself. Shit. His cheeks fluster further. Careful, Ragna. Temper temper. He's about to rant... ] What I meant was— I get what you meant, it's not like that but first anythings in a goddamn place like thi—
[ She takes hold of his right hand. ]
[ And his breath silently catches, the whole length of his arm visibly tensing as he braces himself... But the Azure Grimoire doesn't respond. It doesn't throb with waves of chronic pain. Nor does it latch onto Weiss' soul. It's just. Silent. And what looked like an initial bracing for pain and panic on his expression as he looks down at Weiss at his side...ebbs away as his gaze drifts down at their hands connected. She's holding the Azure Grimoire without consequence. No one has responded to it negatively since he got here. And without that power taking anything away from her, even through his glove, it almost feels like direct contact.
Her hand feels so small...
Ragna doesn't jerk his hand away. Instead, he reciprocates, squeezing it back before his hold settles on something firm yet...surprisingly gentle. ]
[ She most certainly meant that he should kiss someone he likes romantically first. Given that he's in a place like this though, it would be a challenge to do that. Still, she was thinking that the longer he could hold onto that first kiss of his here, the better. Maybe it was just a cool idea in her head. Who knows.
The panic is clear as day when he looks at her and how their she has his hand in hers, and anything she could say about his first kiss is gone for a moment. So, is it his first time holding someone's hand too? Blue eyes flitter over briefly towards the painting. One of the trio's got their chin on their hands, and the other one is biting their nails in anticipation, while the other is doing this.
That's enough looking! Thank you very much.
He might just see her looking a little flustered from that too, but the way the panic disappears from his face and just turns to something more like a calm and curious acceptance mellows her down, too. As does the squeeze of her hand. ]
You'll get used to it. [ Maybe. Weiss sure did after holding her teammates' hands at some point. ] It feels nice, when you're troubled and someone holds your hand.
[ It's a fancy idea, for sure. Was there anyone he could think of back home that he'd ever like in that way? ...at the time, no. No, probably not. He's far too thickheaded to even get hints even if they were dangled right in front of him like a carrot to a rabbit. It doesn't repulse him, however. Why else would he have been the one to squeeze her hand back? Ragna's mismatched green and red gaze lift back up around the time her own eyes flit towards the painting. What's she looking at— oh.
He follows just in time to see the third ghost stuck on the wall. His reaction is pretty similar, only his grip of her tightens and he clicks his tongue before forcing himself to look away. Focus on her. Don't pay attention to them. She's the only one here. She's the only thing that's real right now. She's...the only one he wants to give his attention to right now. If it meant getting out of this elevator and carrying on with their day. This wasn't just for him. She's counting on him too, isn't she?
So buck up, Mr. "Crimson Calamity". And what happens in this elevator? Stays in this elevator. This wasn't the time or place, and if he had it his way, no one would ever have to know but. If not with Weiss...if he's really going to find himself playing the game, some explaining his right arm was going to have to happen. But not now. ]
I haven't gotten to do this in years. [ Hold someone's hand. Jin or Saya's hand like the protective big brother he once was. ] But...
It's nice. [ He doesn't say how he's not sure he'll ever do this again back home or not. ] This feels good.
[ He hasn't held someone's hand in years, huh? It's good he's actually experienced it before, at least. Weiss would have teased him by holding his hand for the ~first time~ another time, but he's saved himself from that in the future.
It's his story to tell, and she definitely won't pry, and it's why she doesn't ask. It's enough that he agrees with her, because it does take away the awkwardness of holding someone's hand when they've got a conversation going. Even if said conversation is about holding hands. ]
You know what would be nicer?
[ "If you kissed!" ]
Cut it out, will you?!
[ WHY ARE THESE PAINTINGS HERE... Weiss is trying to have a conversation here!! She'd throw a rock at them if she could, but alas... the only thing she can throw at them is her shoe. ]
[ There was a line she was going to deliver after asking that. But now the moment is ruined and she is 100% pouting. Even when she looks at him, she just looks like a brat who has to wait in line to play on the swings. ]
[ What would be nicer than holding hands? ... She'll have to forgive him, because where they are now isn't leaving his mind open to many other options. Weiss may be thinking of making a joke, but Ragna's the one that feels his tongue thickening in his mouth when he quietly swallows and tries to keep up. He can't ask before the ghosts chime in once more. Hand-in-hand, the two white haired cacti direct their spines at the painting as he barks with her: ]
Shut up, already!
[ Aaand he's back to scowling. Great job, ghosts. You want progress? Zip it. He's prepared to apologize (for what?) and try and ask where they left off, grumpy face and all. That is until he's looking back down at Weiss whose giving him one hell of a pout. And he stops. Maybe it was the time leading up to getting back in this elevator, but holding her hand still like this as she looks like a spoiled brat who got told her favourite ice cream was sold out...
So this is what "cute" is, huh? Capped off with Weiss spoiling what she was going to say, he can even bypass his own embarrassment of what he thought she was going to imply to begin with. ]
For what it's worth, [ he doesn't move quite yet, but the thought crosses his mind to step in front of her, both so he can stop catching the Teasing Trio in his peripheral and so he can block her view of those jackasses. ] I was gonna ask how many more crepes I'll owe you after this.
[ She's not quite sure what he's talking about now, since it's not like she's going to be lording this over him for helping him out later on. That's certainly one way to remove the pout off her face, though. ]
What for?
[ Because if this is about her helping him out here, it's not really something she'd want payment for. ]
[ Okay, now that's funny. With her free hand, she has to cover her mouth when she laughs so as to not seem rude. ]
Let me guess. That was your first time telling a joke, wasn't it?
[ Because it certainly wasn't very good. That's okay, though. He has the funniest person in all of Remnant literally holding his hand and guiding him through everything right now. He can learn a thing or two from her. ]
[ There's a sense of accomplishment that rushes through her, and she shakes her head as she huffs out another laugh. ]
I'm so proud of you. Just for that, I'm forgiving your lame joke and you won't have to actually owe me any crepes for it.
[ He brought it up... Now she can start asking him for crepes and other pastries. 😌
Much as she wants to keep laughing and telling jokes though, the painting has certainly quieted down. But the elevator isn't moving yet. ]
Anyway... [ If he hasn't blocked her view of the painting, she'll turn away from them without letting go of his hand. It's at the same time, for some reason, that the lights in the elevator dim a little. Not cool.
She lifts their hands. ] It looks like they're not letting us leave just yet.
[ He's not scowling anymore. But...now this was starting to feel awkward for him. But how awkward was this for her? The Teasing Trio weren't really going to keep them in this elevator forever, were they? Ragna may not have been the best at showing it, but...the longer he spends time with her, the more grateful he feels. To the point where actually holding her hand felt less like a necessity and more of a genuine comfort.
So much so her presence was the reason he calms down. Look at Weiss, taming a beast.
Ragna hasn't blocked her view of the painting yet, so as she turns away from them, he shuffles along while keeping his hand in hers. That's around the time that the lights dim a little. No flickering, this time. Only softer now. He might have felt a shiver run down his spine knowing that the lighting probably had something to do with the ghosts he was scared of...if it hadn't been for Weiss continuing to grab his attention. His eyes follow their hands as she makes it crystal clear that they weren't prepared to let them leave. ]
[ He really did just want to hang out. But if the trio are feeling a little extra greedy, seeing just how taut that string was being pulled on such a prickly pair, tighter and tighter... ]
[ It's a little embarrassing now, being the one who's actually talking about what to do and sort of walking themselves through it. Were she with someone else, she'd be the one unsure and hesitant about everything. It's why she doesn't look so happy to even be bringing up the situation now, nor does she seem particularly pleased or relieved that he agrees.
He says he wouldn't mind, and there's a part of her that feels bad for some reason. But there's a part of her that that's less sympathetic. The side of her that's thinking, well, he's not going to survive in this place by himself, so he's really gonna kiss and even have sex with someone some time. This is fine! ]
Are you sure?
[ She really will kiss you, Ragna, if you don't back out now. ]
[ Ragna's spent enough time internalizing his struggles, uncertainties and doubts. And when she asks him if he's sure, he's...glad. Glad that she didn't have to make him spell it out for her. Because it's becoming less about being adverse to the idea, and more accepting that until he can break free and go home like everyone else,
It was okay. He didn't hurt her. The power to "take" wasn't pushing her away from him. There would be time to really think about this power of his, what he used it for, what he really wanted it for, another time. What did he say before? That he'd continue to fight as a human to the very end? Then...so long as she doesn't break that delicate trust he's putting in her now, than he'll try. He'll try and see what it's like to feel as a human.
Besides, she spoke of how he should save his first kiss for somebody he likes. She meant it romantically, but even he knew that getting attached in a debauched place like this was a terrible idea. They ultimately needed to get out of this elevator, and she didn't look very happy now that he told her what he was accepting. He's not the best when it comes to comforting others, or putting others unease to rest. But whatever was bothering her now, he doesn't press it or ask. Instead, he answers the only way he knows how.
Straightforwardly, with a slow squeeze of her hand. ]
[ Well, there's no backing down from this now. Not that they really had a choice to begin with unless they wanted to get stuck here forever, but at least he's convinced himself that this is all... acceptable.
"You're a good First" does somehow work its way to colouring Weiss' cheeks, though. With how pale she is, he'd be able to see the bright tint of it now, but she looks away with a pout and a huff. ]
If I knew any better, I'd say you really do have a crush on me.
[ ... please forgive her. This is her own way of coping. And she's only looking away for a good few seconds after that. Any reaction he may have is going to be cut short when she looks at him again, brows still furrowed. She tugs on his hand with a little bit of force to get him to lean down a little, and if he does do that, she lets go of his hand so she can wrap both arms around his neck as she gets on her tiptoes to give him a soft kiss on the lips.
It's not quite as cute compared to romantic movies and how couples there have their first kiss, no. There's no surge of emotion, no drama. The Teasing Trio seem pleased though, if only ever so slightly. They would both feel the elevator actually moving, only stopping after a second or two, as if they've just gone down a floor. Ah, but they were up at the VIP floors, weren't they? They've still got a long descent ahead of them.
And it looks like it isn't going to move again until something more happens. ]
[ What, did he finally get one over her? This wasn't a competition, but seeing the way her cheeks colour so brightly before she can look away with a pout and a huff, Ragna wonders if he was a little too straightforward. She's about the most trustworthy person he's come across so far, and he didn't even know that when he decided to invite her to his VIP suite.
An otherwordly, gilded casino resort, and Ragna's first gamble wasn't on the slots or a card table. It was on a huffy little Ice Queen who was pressing buttons on him he didn't even know existed. He'd bluntly told her that he wasn't into schmoozing the pants off someone for free shit, nice as she looked. But in his internalized thoughts, Weiss with a little colour on her face was stirring something in his chest further, all before that heat spreads when she barely gives him a chance to get a say back edgewise when she tugs him to lean down a little. ]
Tch... Words in my— [ —mouth? That's currently being shut up by the delicate press of her lips against his, his eyes snapping wide for but a fleeting couple of seconds. The sheer size he has over her keeps him mindful to stay leaning down, a large hand capturing the small of her back for her purchase against him. Those seconds pass, and any firmness she feels melts away with a sigh through his nose. Suddenly his eyelids feel heavy, closing shut as the rest of the world is drowned out, phantoms and all. It's because he's never experienced this before, firmly keeping Weiss supported against him as he does, almost protectively so, that such a soft kiss almost feels overwhelming. ]
...?
[ The only thing that jostles him back to reality is the subtle feeling of the elevator starting to move. He doesn't completely pull away, opening his eyes that appear brighter in the dimmed light as he breaks from the tender kiss first. That was it. It shouldn't mean anything. A first kiss? The hell was the point of a first kiss anyway? What made it so different from any future ones that people had? Who cares? He accepted that he had more pressing matters. He gave that all up without even being given the choice to take it.
So... Was that enough? ]
...
[ No. No, it was not enough. And as Ragna's gaze flits back to Weiss, face burning and his heart beating a little faster... No. It's not enough. And he's not talking about the elevator as he returns the favour, kissing her back as he chases the taste of her. Chaste, yet as his lips sweep against hers with a surprising gentleness, the audible little 'smack', it sounds so loud in his own head. So he doesn't stop. Not until she taps him to, the hold upon the curve of her back keeping her secure against him. ]
[ It's an impersonal kiss, but not quite done just to get this over with. More that Weiss was hoping it would be the end of it after that, so she doesn't put too much of herself to it. And when she pulls away slightly, her eyes widen as the elevator moves. She presses herself against him, almost as if to seek protection from what might happen if danger did come, even if it wouldn't. Not in a place like this.
Her gaze breaks away from Ragna's, but only for a short while. They're brought back instantly upon realising that that kiss wasn't going to set them free. And before she could speak, even make a sound to ask if he's okay, he's kissing her again. And again. And before she could notice, she's parting her lips ever so slightly, adding some wetness when she kisses him again.
It's silly to be nervous, especially at a time like this, but here she is. Her heart begins to race, the flame shared between them beginning to grow brighter, warmer. She breathes through her nose, her one hand slipping from the back of his neck to hold onto his shoulder, squeezing it. ]
[ For Ragna, it was instinctual. An approximation of what it'd be like to keep kissing someone. Couples didn't just press their lips together and be done with it. They also didn't just...go to down slobbering all over one another. Not unlike what he's seen between guests out in public at this damn resort. To that end, it leaves the man at an impasse. How much was too much? How little was too little? Uncertainty despite the fact his curiosity in exploring someone only grew stronger and stronger. Nothing that would spiral out of control in the same way he'd been warned his Azure Grimoire could.
Yet still, the press of Weiss' petite, supple and soft body lights a spark in him he'd long since ignored. And it's Weiss' lips that part ever so slightly first, a move that would have dizzied more ill-prepared recipients. Instead, it makes him feel lightheaded. Where she breathes through her nose, Ragna's response is a rumble of a warm sigh against her lips, following her lead beat for beat as his lips remain parted, only delving and sweeping should his tongue roll against hers as his hand against the back of her dress clenches the fabric slightly. Right on cue for her to take a squeeze of his shoulder.
Pay attention, Ragna. She's got both hands around you now. What about yours?
He can feel it. The elevator dragging oh-so-slowly down...but this time, Ragna doesn't stop. Weiss wasn't. It doesn't hurt to keep leaning down as he was for her, but with her finding purchase between the back of his neck and his broad shoulder, he thinks that he can do a little better for her. Must be hell trying to stay balanced on her tiptoes like this. So he bends his knees just a slight more as he leans over her, the hand on her back roaming up the back of her dress. His gloved hand, the one that she'd held before, finds itself squeezing along the back of her thigh, just below her ass. Like any more pressure and he'd be coaxing her to lift it to brush his side. ]
[ Ragna might be following her lead, but she's also feeling him out, trying to pay attention to the way he moves because she would hate to make him feel uncomfortable that he'd push her away. If asked why, Weiss would have no idea what to even say to that; maybe she just cares about people more than she lets on. With the way he holds her though, with his larger hand, even though gloved, directly on her skin, it gives her a comforting sort of warmth. This is fine, he's letting himself relax around her by letting his hands roam, and he's more than welcome to keep doing so if he pleases.
Still, though, as slow as she's being, she's also starting to forget how and why they got into this situation to begin with. Instead, her thoughts linger more on the way their lips brush against the other's, sending shivers down her spine. Their tongues meet and she opens her mouth a little more, pressing herself against him a little more, seeking him out for a deeper kiss. When there's an opportunity to breathe, she takes it, only drawing a breath in very quickly before she's back to kissing him. There's still no urgency or desperation, but with the way she takes a step back once her feet are on the floor, her hand on his shoulder bunching his shirt in her hold as she pulls on him yet again, she gives him a sign to keep going. To keep kissing her, holding her, making her forget about the world as she uses him as a shield from the rest of it. And with her back pressed against the wall, there's nowhere else for her to go but closer to him. ]
Why do you... have to be so tall?
[ She murmurs it in between kisses—the makings of playful banter—just because she thinks he's leaning down a little too much that that isn't going to be comfortable for him in the long run. Any other time, she might suggest he sit down just so they can even the playing field a little, but in a space like this where there aren't any furniture but the painting that hangs on the other side of the wall, there's no way to do it. ]
[ With all intents and purposes, if there even was a 'route' to take with this man, she'd traversed it just right. Throwing herself at him for the sake of getting this over with? Locking lips with him or pushing it? That would have stubbornly ended this very quickly. Before, it was about not liking to be touched. Now, it was learning that he didn't know how he liked to be touched. They can banter, she can make fun of his name or make him 'dance' for her and make her laugh with his reactions, but she took his hand first. She smiled in a way that made his heart flip slightly, not used to more earnest comfort.
Maybe they both cared more than they wanted to let on. Did he have a big reason for taking her out of that neverending line of a coffee shop? He had the excuse of wanting information, to stick it to the resort, or show that he could be a better host than these assholes could ever be. Why was he trying to sound cool? Why couldn't he just take a second to think instead of putting up excuses for walls when in actuality, no matter how things turned out...
Ragna just wanted to help.
So...do try your best, Ragna. And give a girl the honesty she deserves?
Having not experienced this before, he's perhaps a little more sensitive to every little gesture, sweep, even the trace of her tongue as it slides against his. So much so that his head starts throbbing, in tune with how his heart pumps in his chest. He wasn't so starved of this kind of affection denied him that he was about to go stirring with arousal over the start. But he'd be a bold-faced liar if he tried to deny that Weiss' breath upon the air was goading him to keep going. Don't stop. Is everything she did cute when she wasn't just bullying his ass? Because the wistful sighs of the ghosts as they halt the elevator once more, not keen on interrupting such a "tender" moment, aren't registering with him anymore.
There's no real urgency, even when she pulls on the fabric of his dress shirt once she's got herself planted on the ground, something that'll net his hand, once on her thigh, rising up until it's cozily resting against her backside. Oh. That wasn't on purpose, but he doesn't pull his hand away either as his eyes open half-lidded between kisses. Ragna could say something about how she could use a few inches, poke at their height difference before that hand of his can take a curious squeeze of her soft ass. But she's being "nice", even if she was lamenting just how damn tall he was compared to her. It wasn't until she was rubbing up against him like this, his broader frame pressing her against the wall with a touch more intent, that he registered just how small she was slotted up with him.
The cadence of his voice registers low, albeit quieter as if his words were reserved for her alone as he pulls away with a gentle nip of her bottom lip, wetting his lips. ]
I could bring you up to my level.
[ Ragna doesn't even register what that would have meant, taking Weiss' feet off the floor completely. But at least he's considerate in his returning banter? If they'd found themselves sliding to the floor for that "evened" playing field, he doesn't really think he'd mind anymore. Just like how Weiss settled him into holding her hand, kissing her felt good. Really good. His forearm rests over her head as he returns to pressing his lips against hers again, this time with a more intent fervour as he breathes through his nose. Deep breath.
His lips part, the wet 'smack' of their kisses and his tongue delves into her mouth as much as he gives her that same level of depth to his. He doesn't surface. And when it feels like his lungs are burning, he breathes through his nose again...only this time, Weiss would be rewarded for it as he drinks deep of her. A drowned moan, one that turns into a rumble in his throat as his fingers squeeze into her backside a little more. ]
[ It's a genuine question of confusion, but at the same time, Weiss refuses to put too much thought into it. He's supposed to apologise, to try and make it up to her for the inconvenience he's causing her for being too tall. He's not supposed to say something like that— whatever it is he meant to say. And he sure as hell is going to know it. ]
That sounds stupid and not cute.
[ Stupid as it may be though, it's not enough for her to want to call this quits. A soft huff, traces of a laugh, and that's all there is to it. Maybe she should just stop talking to him and focus on the less stupid things about him. Does the Grim Reaper have a good chest? She'll find out as she feels him up, her slender fingers splaying over his heart, up a little and then back down. Nothing too greedy just yet, soft and gentle instead. Up until she hears. that rumble in his throat though, up until his hand gets a good squeeze of her ass.
It gets her hand to curl against his chest again, nails digging a little into his dress shirt when she tenses up for a split second and moans. The tension only lasts for a short while until her hand relaxes against him again, and her tongue seeks his out more, making sure he really gets a good feel and taste of hers. She really is in the mood now, and she doesn't even need her food to get laced with drugs for it. And as she decides to let her hand dip lower, she stops just before she pulls on his shirt to untuck it.
Finally, she pulls away, breathes in and out gently. Her blue eyes look so cloudy, clearly lost in the moment already and in this warmth they're sharing. She licks her lips, cutting the trail of saliva that connects her own with his, before breathing in again. For the first time, she doesn't just take what she wants without permission. From what little she's known of him since they met an hour or so ago, and how tense he got from just holding his hand even when he's wearing gloves, this just feels like the proper thing to do. ]
Under your shirt— [ Ah, that makes no sense, but she'll get there eventually. Her head's trying to tell her to just state what she wants instead of asking, but there nicer side of her fights back. ] Can I touch you?
[ If it weren't for how entrenched Ragna found himself becoming in her, that confused little "What?" might have broken his concentration and pulled him back up to the surface again. The uncertain, shier man that could only follow where Weiss was leading him. In the moment, it made sense. Counter her with something implicit when, once again, he only faintly gives himself a mental kick. Sounding cool again...but then, would Weiss have smacked him for being more brazen? Here he was, taking a chance to do something little for someone he didn't know with no strings attached...and it's his own thoughts leading him to think about her legs wrapped around his waist.
Whoever was making his Ma Po Tofu must have skipped on the "spice" that would otherwise be laced through it. It'd be an easy enough excuse to have for the way Weiss was making him feel now. A stupid excuse. She won't have to know then. He doesn't need to tell her— that he already feels indebted to her. He'll silently do right by her later. Far later when he wasn't so busy being lost in her when she calls him out on that stupid line. ]
Sorry.
[ Simple. Meaningful. But not one riddled in guilt. If he's nervous, she quells the potential quakes that'd have come with her softer laugh. One that wasn't steeped with ill berate. If anything, she cements that he can be honest now. Eyes on her, hands on her; she's the only thing that matters right now as they let themselves float away from this elevator. From this hotel. Armed with only each others' names... If this was supposed to be a dream, then he'd dream it a thousand times over what normally haunts him. He'll take Weiss' teasing, keeling over laughing at her own dumb knee jokes, holding his hand and bringing more honesty to the surface when he tells her that she's a good "First". Ragna could write a book on how to eat his own words in record time, because this first kiss? He sure as hell wasn't going to forget it.
Was this a crush, like she remarked before cutting his words down with her lips against his?
No. But for a girl he only just met over an hour ago, she sure is making a damning case as to why Ragna should give her all the attention she could ask for. Match her fervour with everything she could ask for. She hasn't stopped him, nor has he stopped her when she'd feel the broadness of his pec, moving subtly in response to her soft and gentle caress. Ragna was impressive, hardly a lick of fat to be found on him from years of relentless training that shaped him into the tall, muscular and athletic warrior he was today. Most of his physical strength was his own, after all. So while he never thought that it'd be roamed or clutched like this, especially when Weiss looses a soft moan from his grope...
That releases something inside of him. Something locked away. That "mood" she was in? He was feeling it too, to the point where he almost doesn't register her hand gliding lower to try and untuck his shirt. Until the two finally break away, his chest rising and falling to repurchase air, and that glistening line of spit linking them thins before they can wet their lips and sweep it away. Weiss pushed another button. A good button this time. And though the two of them weren't slotted and grinding right now, she'd finally gotten Mr. Grim Reaper to stir, a rolling flame in the pit of his loins. It's not bothersome yet...but, ]
...Weiss?
[ He's aroused. He asks her, a gentleness to her name, edged with curiosity as if to ask her why she stopped. As if the two were frozen in time, unable to take one step further across this bridge they're on, Ragna commits that glassy expression of hers to memory. So pale, yet pristine. So delicate looking that if he were any harder on her, she'd crack. The hand on the curve of her cute backside stills as well, until she finally speaks her mind— rather, speaks to him in a way that gets his breath to catch in his throat.
Audibly this time.
She asked if she could touch him. All he'd done was "take" with his power, whether he wanted to or not. And now that he didn't need to worry about it anymore...she made him actually forget. She made him forget he even lost an arm, holding him the way she did before. And she touches him without consequence— something that has him yelling inside his own head that for the first time, he can...! ]
Yes.
[ ...He can do the same. More than he already had been doing, anyway. To cradle her face, to taste more than just her lips as he pondered if the rest of her was just as soft to sweep with kisses, if it wasn't just her curvy little butt his hand had been groping earlier as he towers over her with his crimson and emerald hues roaming the front of her body. She has his permission. And she won't need to stop either.
But, ]
Can I touch you too? [ A heartbeat. Quickly, Weiss. Before he crushes his lips right back against yours. ] Touch you more?
[ The "yes" was the answer Weiss was hoping to hear, and yet, there's no sense of achievement in getting what she wants this time. Only relief, that somehow, this guy she met just a little while ago is still comfortable with her. She shouldn't be caring too much about it when he hasn't even checked in yet, but he feels like someone she might just get along with in the future. Calling him a "friend" would be jumping the gun, but if he ever did check in... maybe it wouldn't be so bad to tag along with him as he checks the casino out.
He'd see her lips curl into a smile when she does get what she wants, but she doesn't get on with it as if she's in a rush. This isn't even about the romance or the cuteness anymore, this is just Weiss at her core, graceful until the end. Except when she isn't, anyway. Then he asks the same thing. Funny, when he's already practically groped her under ass already, but she doesn't point it out. He's quick to tack on something else, too. ]
Twenty crepes.
[ Yet another soft laugh, and a sickeningly sweet smile because she's so proud of herself for coming up with that one on the fly. The way she tilts her head up at him, the want in her eyes that hasn't faded, She isn't going to make him pay her in exchange for more of this. Not now. Though maybe another time But if it means using her wit, that tongue of hers that could be so sharp any other day for something clever in this instance? Then she will. Not to mention, for all the teasing she's put him through so far, she can't exactly seem so easy now, can she? ]
[ That "yes" he looses from his lips felt like yet another form of release to him. Or maybe it's just because he was wrapped up in the moment of everything. If he'd just freshly arrived here without any prior knowledge, this entire exchange probably would have never happened. Too lost. Too confused. Too angry. But was it really too much to say that he feels like he's been found now? That at least for this little space in time where somebody actually helped him forget so many things, that he wasn't feeling lost anymore? Thoughts for another time. Another day. When he could afford to lie back in his luxurious bed and stare up at his ceiling, and everything preluding and happening right now played over in his head.
At least they can stay there, in his head. Thoughts that would embarrass the hell out of him if anyone ever knew. Thoughts that would have confused him to the point of angrily punching a hole in a wall. It wasn't just this whole resort. Ragna was going to need time to process a lot of things going ahead. Especially when he's caught in Weiss' smile. Then she ups the ante. A softer laugh, and a smile so sweet it could make someone's teeth ache.
He's just a human named Ragna. He's done fighting. He's done fighting anything right now. And before he can make good on capturing those sickeningly sweet lips to his, his eyes soften and a smile that may never surface again is shared as he ponies up. ]
Deal.
[ Twenty. She can charge him anything she wanted to if it meant that he didn't get to stop anymore. He kisses her slower this time, the arm that'd been framing over her tiny body on the move too as his lips part for hers once more. He hadn't finished drinking her in yet, his tongue more boldly delving into her mouth as every sweep and wet little 'smack' ushers in another deep heated sigh from her tall partner. His fingers sink more possessively into her backside, hunched lower over her so she wasn't just clinging off of him despite the mild discomfort. It's all worth it right now.
Especially when he makes good on what he asked for as she'd find his hand cupping her breast, curious but not stopping before he gently squeezes, kiss just as deep to throw a log on that fire. ]
[ It could be days from now, weeks, months, even, but Weiss likely won't bring up the twenty crepes ever again. It certainly isn't her intention to do so at this time, but if she were more sober and he said something that ticked her off? She might just lord it over him. Pray it never gets to that point.
Really, though. There's no point in asking for payment when that feeling of being wanted, sought after, and appreciated that she gets from this is already giving back. She'd let him touch her again, provided they're in the right place and the right time, if it meant that his thoughts were just as muddled and cloudy thanks to that desire to be with her.
His mouth is on hers again, tongue lapping against hers, making that fire within her grow and burn a little brighter. The songbird's melody continues, high in pitch, needy in tone. It's as if she's calling him without the use for words, telling him that that hand on her ass can do more than just that, and how the hand on her chest feels so hot that she might actually see a mark on there whenever she takes off her clothes. It won't be too obvious outside of fervent squeezes, but her nipples are slowly becoming erect that her even the padding of her dress won't be able hide it.
And he can keep touching her. More than he's already done. Weiss will do the same now that she has his consent, pulling the lower end of his shirt out of his pants so she can slip her hand underneath, touching bare skin. Her smaller and softer fingers splay against his stomach, her palm gliding upwards so softly and gently. It shouldn't hurt when she curls her fingers to lightly scratch at his chest, a playful little gesture she makes in between kisses. How fun would it be to explore him some more, even with a stupid ghost watching them? So long as they're enjoying this too, and aren't really going to do anything bad to them... she supposes it's alright. ]
Wish you could sit down...
[ She whines when she pulls away to catch some air, and it's also then that she takes a moment to begin unbuttoning his shirt with her other hand.
It would seem that the Teasing Trio are of the same mind, though. They can barely see Weiss this way, what with Ragna towering over her and blocking the view! It's not like his back is entertaining to begin with! And so, they decide to give the two a push. The hows and whys don't matter when as Ragna might feel something bump against his legs from behind.
[ Truth be told, Ragna likely wouldn't keep count. If he tells someone that his memory really blows, it's traditionally out of spite— he may feel like he owes Weiss after this, but it's not going to be for...wherever this is leading. Because this has never happened to him before; all that he knows is that it's not going to stop. It wasn't going to stop until Weiss says to stop. She's being surprisingly tender to him, understanding and patient with him, that she's also receiving a side of him that he didn't know existed. A side of him that was eager but also...caring. Like he wanted to take care of her too.
He knew what sex was. He knew how it was supposed to go. All he can think of is going with what feels right, and that's letting things escalate...and escalate...and escalate as long as he doesn't get too far ahead of her.
Consider this your House initiation, Ragna the Bloodedge. You said it yourself. Weiss Schnee was a good "first". So take good care of her, will you?
She sings so sweet, tastes so sweet, that his thoughts go running away on him ahead of their making out. He's only ever heard of it, but what would she taste like if he, for once, willingly knelt before her? It wasn't just his hands that couldn't touch this way before that were curious, if the rolling deep moan he returns as she touches across bare, muscular skin...up and up, and an inviting scratch against his chest. Their height difference makes it hard for him to just satisfy that itch to grind when the front of his pants were tugging tighter and tighter with each passing moment, but kissing her was just as addictive that it was impossible to know when to stop. Not when he can feel her nipple peek beneath the padding of her bust. She's slowly unbuttoning him too...
No fair. He wants to see her too. Touch and taste? Why not sight? He wants to see everything about her and burn it into his brain. Good luck getting this girl out of his head— he wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to.
And he didn't. ]
You're good...
[ He doesn't even know how much experience she's had, but that hardly matters to him. Weiss is the only thing he can think of and want right now up until— ]
Ah—?
[ He can think of asking to see more of her after. Especially when that lustful haze he's been pulled down into the depths of clears briefly. Long enough for him to feel something sliding into the backs of his legs. As she works on unbuttoning his shirt, something he doesn't mind at all if it gives her everything she wants to explore, his attention is only temporarily broken from her to notice the chair stationed behind them. It's long, curvy, narrow...and he can already tell how he's going to need to sit in that to get comfortable. And he also knows where it came from.
But instead of shuddering, or coming up too close to the surface that he can let himself be afraid, the glance he gives the Teasing Trio is still ridden with a twinge of desire. The tender, accepting smile that Weiss was treated earlier subtly shifts, into a little smirk. But it's all for her this time. And he's trusting her to catch him as he's falling deeper.
His hands stop fondling her in the moment, instead gliding down arm, backs of his fingers brushing towards her hand to take it in his again, the other on the curve of her hip as he starts to tug her back with him. ]
That was there when we got here.
[ That's both their excuses now, as Ragna carefully pulls Weiss down with him as he reclines, the narrow width of the chair causing him to spread his legs. Before she can even straddle him if she were to look down, along with the way his dress shirt fans to the sides leaving his broad chest and ripped front exposed...well. There's little hiding the number Weiss already did on him with how full and throbbing the bulge in his pants was already getting. Even worse when wearing all white... ]
[ Weiss doesn't know what he's talking about until he pulls her down, and that's when she sees the chair behind him. Her eyes dart over to the painting, and the trio's seemingly all too amused now that they can have a better view of what's going on. Blue eyes widen as her brows furrow, glaring at the three of them behind the frame for a second while her lips form a pout.
They're being annoying... She's in the mood now, if that wasn't already obvious, but she's not that interested in being watched. If she didn't know, though... That's something else Ragna's waiting for her, but the few gears in her head are turning as she tries to think of a way to get them not to look.
When she finally has it, there's a smirk on her face, and she looks down at Ragna as she's already straddling him as if telling him to wait. She at least keeps her hand on him, both as a means to balance herself and to let him know she's not just going to up and leave. He may as well watch, because she leans back and slips her cardigan off her arms, one after the other. Weiss is petite, and looks even smaller with her shoulders out in the open, the way her sleeves were puffed up seemingly making her look a little bigger then. This isn't for him, even though he can take the rest off if he wanted to. ]
Don't be scared. And you can ask about this later.
[ She lifts two fingers and summons two small Glyphs over both top corners of the painting. A little white glowing bird pops out from one of them, catches the cardigan she tosses over and practically covers half of the painting with it by letting the piece of clothing hang over the corners. It flies back into the other Glyph and disappears, and it gets Weiss to huff in triumph.
"What? No! But we want to see! Please?!"" And the trio most certainly can, if they just attached themselves to the lower half of the painting, but it certainly is one way to obstruct their view. From where they are, even if they crouched down, they wouldn't be able to see much what with the chair blocking the way. "We're expecting you to be loud for us, if we can't watch!"
And they'll probably keep complaining until the cardigan eventually falls down to the floor. It gives them some time and some privacy, at least, because with that done? Weiss doesn't feel as conscious anymore. And she looks back down at Ragna with a small but confident smile on her face. ]
So... It's just you and me now. And this chair that was most definitely here when we entered.
[ There's a pout, and even when it's being directed at him, a fire amidst icier blues stirs something in the pit of his loins. Something that the Grim Reaper never really held much thought or stake on before. He never had the chance to. What did Ragna like in a woman? What could he not ignore? Nice breasts? A soft, curvy ass? All well and good, fleeting sentiments and appreciative; Ragna's thought of those before. And she feels more than nice beneath his larger hands. But it's the littler things. A disarming smile, laughter that made him want to seek it out again without even realizing it, this pout on her face while they both wish that the trio would piss off. They're all attractive to him. He can digest them later. Far later when he's still too enamoured with wanting to devour Weiss in the present.
To let themselves both be swallowed up in a rush of pleasure that he's afraid he might get addicted to. Is this what it feels like? Is this what he can't have?
Luckily for Weiss, Ragna is patient for her, if only because he's the one with far less experience here. And he knows where her ire currently is directed. How the hell do they shut them out? He almost wants to try punching them and seeing if his fist can actually pass through to literally knock them out. An isolated thought that doesn't dispel the mood or his drive for her, thankfully...and even more thankful with the fact that Weiss was already setting a plan in motion. Mismatched red and greens follow her, study her every little movement and slip as the cardigan slips off and makes her appear even tinier on top of him than before. With how lazily he's lounged back like this, it only sparks sinful thoughts further to the forefront at a new record pace.
What a contrast. Beautiful, yet with how riled up Weiss has driven up in following her lead as a dance partner, so desirable. Like he could give up everything else he knew in this one solitary moment as long as he could preserve her. Curiosity does raise that brow of his when Weiss warns him not to be scared. ]
What're you gonna—
[ That's when, like a conductor orchestrating her instruments, two snowflake-patterned Glyphs manifest as he cranes his head back. Just in time to see an ethereally glowing white bird flap out by her command. They're direct. There is no deviation when she tosses her cardigan at it before the sense of wonder in Ragna's eyes shifts. Especially when the cardigan is left draped over the painting of goddamn voyeurs. Ragna can't help himself, speaking quietly while she wraps up her seemingly magic handiwork with an almost rhetorical: ]
Ars Magus...? [ And should she catch that, he'll return the favour as his eyes are back on her. This time for good. ] And you can ask about that later.
[ They were like magic circles he'd witness home when various Ars Magus wielders would trigger spells. Luckily for Weiss, they didn't scare him in the slightest. In fact, they drew his curiosity. A curiosity he curbs when he arches his back once upon a heated sigh before letting himself completely recline again beneath her.
His smile his back too, his hands squarely on her soft and smooth thighs as she mounts him. She didn't have to do that...but something told him that it was just as much for her as it was for him. ]
And I've got the best seat in the house.
[ There you go, Ragna. Seems they both do, as his hands start roaming once more, strong, assertive, confident. Gliding higher up underneath the skirt of her dress before teasing towards the insides of her thighs, before ghosting back down once more. Speaking of that dress, as a hand that could wrap around her tiny waist smooths up the side of her body... ]
[ Weiss' Glyphs have a lot of use. In a place like this, where there aren't any battles to be won or even fought, she hasn't had much opportunity to actually use them. It makes having an Aura and a Semblance a little useless, really, so she tries to make the most of the more mundane things by using Glyphs when she can. Stirring her coffee while she reads on her watch? Use a Glyph! Can't get up to get a book from the highest part of the shelf? Use a Glyph! There are voyeurs watching from a painting while she's intimate with someone? Use a Glyph!
And as she looks down at him now that things have settled down and realises he isn't scared? Well, that's a good thing! But she does start to wonder if she could use her Glyph in other instances. . . in cases like these. . .
But that's a thought she can think about some more another time. She isn't in the mood to experiment, and it doesn't seem like this is a good opportunity for it either. He told her she's a good first, and even though they don't really have a choice but comply to what the Teasing Trio want, she doesn't want this to be a bad experience. ]
I don't know, I feel like I'm the one who has it.
[ She's already straddling him. He's still got his hands on her, and her hands are back on his chest. But just to prove a point, she does move her hips, grinding against his erection just to let him know where exactly it is she's seated. A nice and comfortable spot, if she had anything to say about it.
To his question, though, she shakes her head. ]
No handouts. Find it yourself.
[ Sure, she's teasing a little bit, but she leans in, her one hand moving upward from the centre of his chest to hold onto his shoulder. The other stays to feel him up, enjoying how sculpted his upper body is, a huge contrast to her own. It's not something she finds visually attractive, but it certainly feels different. ]
You're going to need to learn if you're going to be here a while, you know.
[ Is this confidence in her elevator partner? Not exactly, but as he finds himself so relaxed with her, even with his hands exploring as they do and taking extra interest in how soft she felt...this is more like comfort. Considering where he came from and the life he's lead, being this close with anyone was abandoned to him. If he ever had fleeting thoughts, they were drowned out by anger and a focus on what did matter. Yet her h is, on his back with a petite young woman grinding and riding out his growing erection and urging another deep and enticed moan out of Ragna. ]
Huh?
[ She teases him, but she's already done a fine job in dispelling his doubts and worries that she's earned a side of him that's very rare indeed. She may not know it yet, but it's a tenderness and trust that he hasn't placed in practically anyone like this before. And she's still guiding him. Leaving him guessing. Yet he's more lost than frustrated this time...especially when she does encourage him with words that are going to stick with him for some time if he winds up checking in. Ragna was going to need to learn if he was going to be here a while. If he was going to survive and if fighting wasn't going to solve anything, whether he liked it or not...
He was no bed layer, no womanizer or even a romantic. Ragna didn't have anything to fall back on beyond what he's heard or read, not entirely clueless about what to do. But the idea of sleeping around to build a hand; he doesn't show it on the surface now, but why does that thought burn him a little? If he was going to stay here for a while after all...then why couldn't he just have one? Add it to the list of what's going to keep him awake at night until he checks in. ]
Fine. I don't mind a little work.
[ Especially when the "work" looks as good as she does on him, leaning over him the way she does as Ragna's feet find better purchase spread as they are so he can roll his hips up against hers harder. At the same time, his hand fumbles while the other continues to keep her attended to with curious fondles of her chest. First, fingertips dipping into the curve of her spine all the way up, until he looses a warm sigh. Frustration? No. No you can be more patient than that, Ragna.
She gave you both all the time in the world.
He thought the zipper would be on the back, but instead, as he retreats and glides around the side...he feels a little fray. Or, an opening? It's the zipper alright. He thinks he's past the point of asking for more when he'll follow her every step, or take the lead like he's doing now when he gives a little tug to zip her side down.
It sounds so loud in his head, and the thought of stripping Weiss down himself, his little reward for being a good little proactive student, will earn her a more pronounced, excitable throb that gets his breath hitching. Okay. Now it was starting to hurt a little, his clothed cock grating against the inside of his own zipper through his briefs. Once he's got her top loosened enough, his hands return to Weiss' soft thighs, squeezing and caressing over them as he gets the chance to admire her bare breasts in his view. ]
[ Don't get frustrated, Ragna! This is for your own good. Rather, that's what Weiss' reasoning is, anyway. But if they meet again and have more similar encounters, he might eventually pick up on the fact that Weiss would prefer to be undressed, and not doing that work for someone else. The reactions of some when they realise she doesn't have a bra that they'd have to unhook has been fun to see.
She didn't think that would even be a thing, but it is.
Ragna will at least be guided by her hand so he doesn't just pull on it in one big swoop and make her dress pucker or jerk her around. Slow, steady, and the zipper follows, fanning out from one side then the other, until her bare upper half is there for him to see. Hah— maybe he really does have the best seat in the house after all.
Showing her body to someone else isn't something that she gets shy about, but there's something about his reaction that gets her to sputter. She almost wants to tell him not to stare, but why would she not want that? Keep looking at her. She's desirable, someone worth chasing and pampering, and— ]
Your turn? I mean- your pants.
[ Giving, a people pleaser, seeking constant approval. ]
[ Ragna certainly admired the view, especially when he learns that there was indeed nothing else in the way as she helps him carefully fan the sides of her dress down and out. A more delicate touch...right then. Despite himself, and the fact that he never really had any reason to be, he can do gentle. He is doing gentle right now with this girl as she sits pretty on her perch of him.
It's impossible not to stare, but there's solace for Weiss with how he's not hungrily feasting upon her, like a predator on the brink of pouncing on delicious prey. No. This is Ragna's first boob. Mercy pls. Although there is something adorable about the way that she sputters. Something he didn't even know was supposed to be adorable. Oh Weiss, he's looking at you. You're a First of many kinds for him today. His First companion in this damnable resort. The First person he felt "normal" around. His First touch. First kiss. First smile that disarmed the dangerous Grim Reaper, his scythe broken and scattered to the wind in her eyes.
If this wildcard gets discarded, there's a part of him that doesn't want to forget this. Even if he can't have her name. If he can have this feeling stay with him when he crosses back into that field beneath an empty sky, before he continues on that hellish trail he must walk...
Don't let him forget what it felt like to know that this was okay.
So Weiss? You'll get everything in here. Desire. To be pampered and doted on. You have Ragna the Bloodedge's undivided attention in this moment. Don't make him chase you too long. His First is already spoiling him. ]
O-Oh...
[ Was it vulnerability? Or simply Weiss being the only one who can Observe him and preserve this piece of him? Crimson burns ever so bright in his cheeks to the point they sting, deep red and green hues trailing away with a flicker before shyly glancing back up to Weiss with a sense of wonder. Not uncertainty. But well-behaved excitement as those strong hands of his would gently massage her exposed thighs, up and down, thumbing along the inside from both sides. He swallows thickly. Her gentle desire echoes in his head one more time.
"Can I touch you?" ]
Yeah. My turn.
[ And she'll find him a very proactive participant. She won't need to work hard. Not when he's prepared to plant his feet and raise those hips of his when the time comes. ]
[ Weiss suggests, makes a proposal, and when he agrees to it, then there's nothing else left for her to do but to follow through. She can hear the Teasing Trio talking about how they should be keeping their clothes on, and much as Weiss wants to make sure they don't get what they want? It's not like she intends on completely removing Ragna's pants off. Not in a place like this, anyway... so they will get their way, only really unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down with his underwear, just enough to bring his erection out in the open.
While she isn't speechless that only a "damn" comes out of her, she does look at his cock, takes it in, before commenting: ]
There it is. The best seat in the house.
[ Her gaze seeks his, and she lets out a soft laugh. Yeah, she's gunning for him to laugh, too. Sorry, Ragna. If you were hoping for something wild, passionate, and lust-driven for your first time... you instead get a dork for a partner. Sure, there'd be passion, there's already lust, but at this time? It's nice Weiss, the one with an awful sense of humour, and the one who's far more caring than she lets on. And at this moment, she intends to take care of him and make sure that this casino doesn't take what should be a nice memory away from him.
What happened after today that they aren't at all soft with one another anymore ]
Couldn't help it.
[ No verbal apologies. It comes instead in something he would feel when she does settle down again on his lap, her clothed pussy rubbing against his cock. The very sensation is already making her clit throb, but she'll persevere. She wants to keep stoking the fire. ]
[ Weiss has coaxed him into trusting her so well (an impressive feat), that if she did want his pants completely off? He'd let her. If she didn't ask him questions about his arm at this stage, he'd follow her lead on almost anything. If that Teasing Trio had been replaced with a lonely maiden that wouldn't let them free until he broke his own restraints and took Weiss one way, two ways, every way she could handle if that's what she wanted from him to make his "First" someone he'll never stop thinking about? He'd do it. Which makes letting her free his erection all the more easy as he relaxes in his seat for her again when it throbs with a hint of glistening wetness at the tip.
Then she's looking at it, something that gets him to briefly glance down at it as if they're both seeing it for the first time, and his cheeks burn even hotter at Weiss' soft laugh about having the real best seat in the house. He's a big man; he couldn't care less about what people thought of him downstairs either but. If she's gunning to get him to laugh for it? Assuming that was a compliment...
He's actually glad. Glad that Weiss wasn't some sexual little deviant who left him in the dark at every step, struggling to keep up. Besides, he may be hazed with desire for her and want to experience anything and everything she could give him, but he hasn't forgotten everything leading up to this. How she recited a stupid card written out to the Crimson Calamity, or got on a kick of horrible knee puns... He should have been annoyed. Instead, he kept feeding her, giving her fuel to drip over the fire so that this never went out. If everything was staying in this elevator, and she wasn't going to share this with anybody else? If the Trio were blocked away from watching him and the way he smiles up and admires her with a rarer softness while he approvingly throbs for her down below,
Ragna can keep exercising that honesty she seems to like so much. Being sealed lips, a huff through his nose and a deep, brief chuckle, Weiss earns it. He does laugh. Because he thinks he'd much rather like this kind of person over a wild, horny, invasive deviant invading his space without his consent.
He checked in and had to deal with the consequences of this girl in his head goddammit. ]
Cute.
[ What's less cute and more vivid is the way she finally settles down in his lap, his breath hitching in his throat as his hands slide back one more time over her ass. A contrast of bare and leather for her to feel as he tries to suppress a moan, but it comes off more like a hum in the back of his throat as he watches her work and ride the length of his cock with her cunt. ]
S-Shit... [ Is this what it's supposed to feel like? Like sparks threatening to spread into a wildfire that he never wants to end? Because that's exactly the stimulation he feels while he squeezes Weiss' ass and follows the rhythm of her hips, guiding her back and forth over his girth, glistened with a mingling of both their juices as the throbs become more pronounced than before. ] Weiss...
[ No, Weiss isn't some sort of sexual little deviant. Completely far from it. When her first experiences were set in this place too, while not inside an elevator, there's a lot for her to still learn. She's only recently become comfortable with the idea of even having sex so openly, but if she's asked what she likes and what she doesn't like, she wouldn't really have much to say. At the core of it all, she's still learning, too. While it isn't her intention to use Ragna for her own selfish discoveries, she does play it safe and take it slow while she can.
She has a feeling that just letting him blindly follow won't amount to anything— it won't be as fun and won't be as thrilling for the both of them. ]
Yup.
[ Cute. Funny. Witty. She's a very nice package all rolled into something so portable. Whether or not he was actually calling her cute or something else, she'll take it, spin it around, and play it the way she wants it to be played. Her smile is just as cute as she adds more weight to her ass, really grinding up against his dick while she watches him from up on high while he gets used to this feeling. If he's already praying her to her now... ]
Will you help me?
[ One hand leaves his chest so she can take hold of his and guide his hand closer to the waistband of her underwear. Her thumb slips inside to gently pull it down from one side, the "help" she meant being him taking care of the other. If he picks up on her cue, she lifts her hips up just enough that it's her ass that gets bare first, shifting her weight to just one side as she lifts herself up on her knees. The end result is her panties hanging off one foot, thin and cute fragile fabric for his eyes to see where he sits. ]
[ All Ragna had was an imagination and a general understanding of the birds & bees meanwhile. For a man who did his best to appear imposing, scowly and unapproachable, it's a hell of a sharp contrast to the man she's currently "bedding" today. Maybe's another shade of the reason why he invited her to his suite in the first place. Yet another betrayal of the man who swore he'd keep pushing others away because he thought being alone hurt less. The pile just keeps on growing for Ragna the Bloodedge, doesn't it? However many of these thoughts bleed through into what may be an extended vacation here was anyone's guess.
Until then, if he's not a blank canvas for her to paint upon, her smile only serving to spur and turn him on even more whens he really grinds down on his dick,
Than Weiss was free to paint on him. Provide a blueprint for him so that he can learn, and if he's really going to accept touching others and being touched? One day he'll show her. He can show her how far he's come, in a more appropriate backdrop than a haunted elevator. ]
Help you? [ There's no bite. If Ragna values anything above most, it's when someone is being straight with him. No hints. No clues. No leaving him in the dark. And he may be blindly following her for now, but it wouldn't take long before his own building enthusiasm got the better of him. He's trusting her. With a lot of things. Including what he might say or want to do if she were to let him. She won't need to fret him lying there and just taking this, his pulse beneath her slender hand racing faster as he does catch her cue. His thumb hooks in, unable to help himself as his mismatched gaze follows down between their crotches as they work them down her legs.
Watching her lift her hips, up on her knees...and watching her panties hanging off one foot. She wasn't going to kick it off? Such a thin & delicate little thing that was the only thing between him and her coming down?
He doesn't even know her username yet, but there she is, like an angel from on high. Thanking her didn't really seem appropriate. For what? The view? For the sex? For getting them out of this elevator? But he almost thinks he needs to say something. He...can't really think straight anymore, even if he were unintentionally trying to say something cringe cool. So his body speaks far more honestly for him, his cock rising with a pronounced lurch that sees him stiffening more upright. This big and hard for her.
Seeing her panties hanging from her foot was just icing on the cake, it seems like. Ragna swallows thickly then, wetting his lips as he spares a look down at himself and just how small Weiss was to him. His red and green eyes look up to her, feeling an onset of nerves setting in...which makes him only throb more? His stomach clench a little harder? Oh god. She is okay with this too, right? With him? ]
Hey... [ A beat. ] Um... [ Take it easy? Go slow? Not for his sake, he's thinking, but it's embarrassing thinking of that outloud. And while he doesn't get huffy in the process when he finally finds his words, hands reaching up the backs of her thighs before firmly groping her ass, Weiss gets her own answer out of Ragna. ] I won't just lay here.
[ Meaning that she wouldn't need to do all the work for him if she's going to stay on top. ]
[ ... big blue eyes look straight at him as he says that. He won't just lay here? Well, it's not like she was expecting him to, even though she's sat on him like this. Was that the sort of signal she was sending him, to leave it all to her? Or is he telling her that to set her expectations, too? ]
No, I didn't think you would.
[ But it does get her to think, though. It's at the same time that they'll be able to hear the painting chime up again. While they can't see, they seem to find it cute that these two are fumbling and figuring things out together by actually talking, instead of losing themselves to passion. It gets her cheeks red again, and she looks away from him. ]
Did you... want to be on top?
[ He was the one who sat like this, after all, bringing her here on his lap! And while she certainly doesn't mind, if he wanted to switch, then she would move for him. ]
[ ...Shit, did he mess up? Because she's just staring straight at him with those big blues of hers and he's suddenly feeling self-conscious again. Nowhere near enough to kill the mood or anything, but now Ragna's on the brink of overthinking things again.
Should have just sucked it up and stayed embarrassed in calling her beautiful. The paintings chime up, and he can hear them. But now? That initial fright of their presence is gone. Now they're just annoying. Idle commentary. How cute of them to be fumbling about. Rather, that's mostly Ragna, to be fair to Weiss. It's not enough to cause him to break his gaze away from her as the hands on her butt settle back just beneath. And here came Weiss' consolation for this minor hiccup when she asks if he wanted to be on top. And his face just colours hotly, mismatched green and reds blinking before he quickly manages to chime up without so much as a stutter: ]
No no, no, this is fine. I was just making sure that... [ Do not fucking say you were making sure she kept the best seat in the house. His voice trails one more time— as Weiss did looking away from him...
No. He doesn't. Honestly it'd be a disservice to look away as he fights through his fluster, and tries to talk loud enough over the drumming of his heart in his ears.
One more time, Ragna. ] ...that you'll feel good, too.
[ Weiss doesn't point out that he doesn't have to be nervous, because it feels stupid to do so? Even now, there's a bit of her that does feel that way too, and so long as they just keep being comfortable around one another, then it should be fine.
So she meets his gaze again when he tells her why he said that, what he wants to happen, and returns his honesty with a little bit of her own. ]
I... want to try it, like this. [ By which she means, her riding him. She's never done that before is what she means to say, but it also feels embarrassing to admit out loud that she's had sex with other people before. Yes, they're in a casino where people do have sex almost every second, but it doesn't mean she should be open about her activity to someone! Especially someone she just met! ] But if you find that you don't like it, then you can tell me.
[ She moves her hips a little then back, slowly. Her lips paint his shaft with a bit of her arousal. Something to keep them going as they figure things out together. ]
[ Try it like this? Ragna could be forgiven for being a little thickheaded when it comes to what she meant. She's been here longer...and he doesn't need to ask to know that she's had sex before him. It's none of his business, especially if...this is going to be what he's checked in for too, like it or not. He wouldn't ask any further, simply nodding when she requests that she wants to ride him. And truthfully, even he thinks that might be for the best.
He knows what to do in concept, but...maybe it was better if Weiss was the one setting the tempo. Getting used to something new. Before Ragna can say anything else after she's mentioned that he can say if he won't like it, her slick folds are already coating his shaft with a sheen of her arousal. It's such a light brush, something that only makes him all the more aware of how wet she was along his measure. He throbs some more, the flames rekindling again...
Then again, she didn't really need to work hard to do that. It's Weiss saying that she wants him to feel good too when his hands gently find purchase on her hips. Even while she glides herself back and forth over his cock that he finds his smile again. A soft one on the end of a huff of breath. ]
[ Jeez, this is why she thinks he's got a crush on her??? Ragna, please. You don't have to deny it. She's sexy, she's cute, she's popular to boot, she knows she looks good. Those words only boost the ego that she already has, but he's lucky enough that she doesn't poiny it out just yet. Unlike what she did earlier before she kissed him, anyway. ]
That waiter's going to be so upset, hearing you say something like that... [ 😌 A lowly 5 like her, hands not at all just on herself around Mr. Bloodedge? Mr. Bloodedge's hands on her? Ooh boy. Weiss isn't doing any of this out of spite, but remembering them now has definitely made her want this to be good for him. That's one way to tell a person they suck, right? By... giving someone else an amazing orgasm? ] It's too bad though. I don't think they could have done anything especially with your crush on me.
[ By which she means to say, Ragna would have put the moves on her at some point. (Ah... there it is.) She's only kidding though, really keen on keeping the mood light between them. Weird as this whole situation is—they're in the middle of a goddamn elevator!—she's actually having fun. Lighthearted teasing with words so sweet and charming, she forgets that they've only just met a couple of hours ago. While she doesn't know him, there's a certain level of comfort she feels around him that she was even able to ask him what he likes without turning into a blushing and huffy mess. That sense of familiarity is helping her in wanting to please him, as well. He's been nice to her, so it's easy to return the gesture.
She gives him yet another roll of her hips as she slowly lifts herself up, leaning forward a little so she can press their lips together. It's at the same time that she aligns her entrance with the tip of his cock, small and quicker motions with her hips back and forth as she works to slot him right where her hole is before dipping lower and lower, adjusting where she sees fit so that she can sheathe him inside her. ]
[ Did he have a crush on her? ...Classified. But really, everything about this should have been way-too-fast for someone like him. For all intents and purposes, if that right arm of his was still a threat and she'd shown a single sign of weakness, he'd have ended things right here and now. He's no stranger to hurting people; he was damn good at it but he wasn't the type that liked inflicting pain on people who weren't in for a fight either. So if this gilded resort tucked away in some unknown part of reality saw fit to take the Grim Reaper away, only to make it so that anything he did would just hurt everyone...then what the hell was the point?
It's the real reason he tensed as much as he did when she took his hand earlier. And she's the reason now that he's dropped his guard as far as he has. That he's letting her know that he's accepting her, not just in such an intimate fashion. Man, if the House really does deem to add this card to their little deck, than something told him that one way or another...this wasn't the last that he was going to see of this little angel currently teasing him for how much he's managed to loosen up around her.
So. She's not wrong. She is...holy shit he's actually letting the thought of this girl being sexy enter his head, and just acknowledging that and the way she stirs him with such vivid arousal was enough to make his head spin. But keep it straight, Ragna. Don't lose sight of her while she teases and riles you that much more. Enough that she calls him out on that 'crush' of his again.
Enough that while he's still flustered, heart hammering wildly in his chest, it's not enough to drop that smile from his face completely. Even if she earns a rare, shy huff that almost passes for a laugh out of Mr. Grim Reaper here. ]
That's cute, thinking I'm the kinda guy that'll crush that.... [ First it was the roll of her hips as she lifts herself up and closer to him. His voice slips. ] easi...ly... [ Next it was the kiss as she aligns herself with the broad head of his cock, and those smaller and quicker motions back and forth to slot herself just right rendering a rumble of a moan against her lips. But he's not going to break this off. If Weiss was going to say or feel anything when she slowly starts dipping lower, his lower abdomen clenching rock solid as his cock throbs quicker with anticipation... ]
Haa...haa-
[ Oh God. And with just a little more pressure, his lips sweeping hers as he shuts his eyes and revels in the feeling, his hands don't force her down, only keeping a secure hold on the curve of her hips as his cock finally pops inside proper, only to sink down and sheath herself on him. Downright sinful heat blooms from his turgid measure, what inches of him she hasn't taken vividly pulsating along her stretched, tiny entrance as his hands find themselves taking a nice hold of her ass.
She tasted so good on his tongue, even now as he looses more of a airy moan against her now. How did she feel even better? It's so tight, yet it's such a mind-numbingly good grip as his dick drags her walls, his hips giving a little roll of appreciation up inside. Nothing too deep yet, but to make good on what he said earlier. That he wasn't just going to lie here for her.
But in a moment or two. Because whenever they do stop kissing, whatever words fly out of this man's mouth were likely to have her name attached to them.
Yeah. Best seat in the house. And they're both sharing it. ]
[ Ragna can try and deny it all he likes— that he has a crush on her. It's not like Weiss is serious about it either, merely bringing up such an egotistical comment just because she still thinks it's strange how easily he just up and invited her up to his suite. That's really more what she's poking fun at even at this time, only it adds just a little more meaning in a casino like this.
Her eyes brighten considerably when it seems what he's saying back are words that get trapped just like his breath does, though. Good. Let her win this one, Ragna, if you want to play the long game. The more you give her that feeling of victory, the more she'll be nicer to you in the end.
She doesn't want to let go of his lips now that she's captured them again. Not at this time. Not while she rolls her hips back ever so slowly as she takes him in, her pussy getting stretched to some degree until her walls are wrapped around his cock tightly. He's not the only one who moans, because she does, too. A little high-pitched squeak in the midst of it all, spurring her to kiss him some more, letting her tongue seek his and play with it for a damn good while.
It is unfortunate she has to breathe though, pulling away, and even propping her hands on his chest so she can actually seat herself properly on her "chair". She offered if he wanted to be on top, but since they didn't switch, she's looking at him while her braid swings back and forth slightly from the motion. Cheeks so flush, the redness even trailing down her neck and her shoulders. She heaves out a heavy sigh as she gets used to the feeling of fullness.
This is different. . . And she hasn't quite decided if she likes this position, but she did say she wants to try it. She wants to stay like this a little longer, when it feels like she could feel that dick inside her a bit more fully, throbbing, almost as if she can feel it through her stomach. Before she can properly get used to the feeling, he's already rolling his hips, making her fingers curl against his chest and scratching him lightly. ]
It's okay...?
[ See, she'd be asking if he was okay, but she's already reminded of what he said earlier, how he won't just lie there. Her pussy beats like a heart around him, and even without being touched, her clit begins to throb lightly. She moves her hips down some more, taking more of him in, sighing hotly as she closes her eyes. Just a bit more. . . there's a need for it that's started to burn inside her, but she might need a bit more of a warm up for that. So she lifts herself up instead, just about an inch or so, then back down some. A little more heat, her wetness coating his shaft some more in the process. ]
[ He wanted information, yes, but...as he'll come to learn in due time, a certain little huntress was going to make sure he knew how to properly ask for what he wanted, and what he truly meant. It's a little bit bratty of her, but right now, it's not doing anything to deter him or shy him away from her. Especially when she's the one who broke one of those boundaries he didn't think could ever be breached. For a girl he only just met, Weiss has done a lot for Ragna. At least, if not that, what she did was significant.
It wasn't just this experience, her bright and pure blues weakening him without him saying it aloud, committing the taste and feeling of her lips and deeper on his tongue, or the sensually slow roll of her hips back as her walls stretch in a bid to fit his hotly pulsing cock. Weiss' impact on him was going to linger for quite some time yet— really give him something to think about and keep him up at night. Not just about what they were doing in this haunted elevator she's rigged a modicum of privacy for, but the fact she did this without getting hurt by him... Oh if only he knew what was to come; Ragna wouldn't stop thinking about this. Of her. Of what his Azure Grimoire being so "silent" meant for him.
Her kisses were so dizzying to him, her tongue playing with his in a bid to drown the moans of wanton approval from her partner leaving his head swimming. Everything feels so much more pronounced like this; he's never felt anything like this, even as Weiss pulls away so they can finally breath. As she props herself up with her smaller hands on his broader pecs, his mismatched gaze was left captured in hers, her braid swinging in his peripheral as the low lighting of the elevator casts her in a glow that gets his exposed abdomen clenching so tight. Something more for Weiss to feel as his already rigid cock lurches, coupling into her cute yet heavy sigh as she adjusts to the fullness.
How the hell was it supposed to get even BETTER than this? He wants to leave imprints of his hands in her hips, the invasive thought of what she'd look clutching this reclining chair beneath him while he pounded her into oblivion mingling deliciously with the way Weiss attempts to keep her composure adjusting to his dick. How deep was he already, and her pussy was already tapping around him like a rhythmic drum, urging Ragna to give inviting little rolls of his hips as his thigh muscles tense for each upward stroke. Still not a lot...not yet, not when he's doing his damnest to let Weiss control the pace. The bite of her nails into his chest coaxes a heaved sigh of pure heat from the larger man,
Ragna was more than okay right now. If anything: ]
Helluva lot more than "okay". [ Especially when Weiss moves her hips down just a little more, another heavy inch as he grits his teeth. More restraint. More temptation seeing her begin to carefully rock herself on his cock like it were a new toy. This position was a first for her too, right? Of course she needed time to learn how to play with this. ] Feels so fucking good... [ he punctuates that deeply entrenched, yearning praise for her with another oh-so-slow thrust of his hips, shallow still as he's angled in a way that deliciously rubs her insides.
Those strong hands of his move with her, stroking up and down along her hips as his thumbs give little kneading presses. ]
Hey.... [ Perhaps little Weiss would get a prelude, talking properly with her. ] Where do you like being touched?
[ He's not an idiot. There's her cute, perky rack that's pressed between her arms as she slowly warms herself up on his cock, or that butt of hers he's already been giving ample attention while they were making out. But he's anything but lazy. What can he do to make her feel good? Better than what that blissful burn of his cock sinking a little deeper wasn't already doing to her? ]
[ Weiss can't help the growing smile on her face when his response is positive. She doubts that it would have been anything but, though the confirmation still does something to her that she has to bite her lip to keep that smile from turning into a grin. Reel it in, Weiss. As best as you can. Especially when the next form of praise not only makes you want to smile all the more but pop fireworks in your head and get you even more aroused. ]
Yeah... It feels good like this, too.
[ They move slowly and gently, but the waves of pleasure that thrums into her is anything but, spurring her to chase it and go faster. That can be something for later. She still needs a moment, spreading her arousal up and down his dick with each languid movement she does with her hips and with each thrust he makes into her.
And even then, her smile doesn't fade. Ragna's question only makes her cheeks red, and her breath cut for a moment. ] Wha- [ That was the wrong moment to slide lower, taking him as far as he can go until the head of his cock is not only rubbing against her core with how deep he is, but it knocks back and grips him tightly like a vice. Wrong moment, for sure, because now she's rendered speechless for two different reasons.
One because this feels amazing, that feeling of being stretched out, how full she feels on the inside, the jolt of electricity that course through her— it's all so good. Two, because she doesn't even know what to say to that. It's sweet of him to ask, if his asking is due to wanting to make her feel good, and she has done something similar before, asking partners how she could make them feel good and all. The response to her was a mixed bag, so Weiss doesn't have any cool one-liners to mimic at this time. And with her brain having gone haywire already thanks to him, she doesn't have it in her to give it proper thought. ]
Don't make me think, Ragna. Anywhere. Just— [ There's a bit of a whine in her tone, but she isn't complaining at all. In fact, she tries to find one of his hands, placing her own atop his. She tries to move by lifting her hips up some, then back down again. Slowly, still, just with more distance this time around. ] Just keep your hands on me.
[ She's smiling more...was it because he said the right thing? Because...well, there really wasn't any other answer he could give. She really did feel this amazing to him. Sex feels amazing; it couldn't just be about being his first time, or that his body's a touch more sensitive due to having never indulged or experienced this before. It takes two to tango, right? So Weiss cutely biting her lip to keep herself from grinning silly at his more explicit praise wasn't lost on him. Shit, he shouldn't even be thinking of a next time. He's going to get out of here, what little rationale that wasn't laden with lust in the back of his mind says. She was gonna get to go home too.
Oh how naive, Ragna... You can't stop it, can you? You can't stop thinking whether there's gonna be a "next time". It's going to keep you awake at night, wondering what you'll have to do to make Weiss nip her lip again. Just like this while learning how good you're making her feel too. You've already lost. And it's never felt so fucking good.
Especially when it gets accentuated with that "ill timed" slide lower, the head of his cock nudging her core, but gripping so tight that she earns another low rolling moan from Mr. Crimson Calamity here. Hissing through gritted teeth because he's not so sure what the hell he's supposed to do with all these sensations assailing him at once, sparks igniting more in the kiln of his loins as Ragna's hips give a little more of an insistent roll. Not too hard, Ragna. Gentle now. Don't break her, Ragna. Don't let the adorable whine that slips from her pretty lips urge you into pressing up a little more firmly on her core. Patience.
Patience.
He's losing his goddamn patience and it's not her fault. ]
Like I'd want them anywhere else... [ But that's okay, Weiss. He's rough around the edges, but he's a surprisingly good listener. Don't make her think...which in his head reads as make her lose her mind as much as she was doing for him. Especially when she starts to lift her hips up some...then back down. There's more distance to cover now as his cock drags her pussy and sends little jolts of pleasure down the whole length and melts his loins. It's so hot and wet, tighter yet. Hands on her, Ragna. Just don't break the rhythm now, hand slipping between them to grab a handful of one of her softly bouncing breasts, the feeling of her smaller hand atop his only adding to the intimacy of the moment. ] Like this...?
[ No thinking. He just likes the sound of her voice dripping into his ear, coating the inside like addictive honey. ]
[ Weiss' walls are throbbing, no doubt the sensation is way too obvious when it's not just her who can feel the way she's squeezing his cock from such a simple movement. He's gentle when he moves, but it doesn't mean that thrums and waves of pleasure that courses through her is like that all. It isn't. It's more than that, and it is enough to make her arms feel so tingly as she tries to keep herself upright.
He takes one of her breasts in his hand, fitting so nicely in his hold, and for a moment, the way she looks at him is that of someone who's pleasantly surprised. It's almost as if she can't stop smiling now, if she's not busy drowning in the pleasure he's giving her, anyway. ]
That's a good start.
[ He can most certainly do more. Hands wandering up and down her thighs, moving inwards as she rides him. He can play with her clit, he can play with her nipples— the possibilities are endless, really. And with him having complete freedom on where to put his hands, Weiss can really only confirm or deny if it's "Like this?", as he says.
With a hot and heavy sigh, she moves her hips again, placing a bit more weight on his chest with her hand that's helping in keeping her steady. Her walls not only brush against his cock as she moves, but gives it such a fervent massage all the way up, and then down. Slow, still, but she doesn't take breaks this time. She moves up and then down, giving a nice roll of her hips forward and back once she's had all of him in her yet again. It's every time that she does that that her fingers curl against his chest and her eyes close, a soft little whimper escaping her each time.
Perhaps she's not as vocal now of her approval of this and of him, but she can certainly sing songs about it another time or to herself. ]
[ And Ragna can feel them, like blowing on coals to make them burn hotter than ever as she squeezes down on his shaft. Gentle as he's being right now, it would have been so much easier to just grab her by the hips and pound up into her petite body relentlessly. It's not that this pace was too slow for him; he's considerate enough that he knows his own strength. He's not out to hurt her. But how slow they are going only exemplifies just how good she felt as she continued to pump her way up and down the long length of his cock, as if stroking him for everything he was worth as her smile burns itself into his head too.
A good start, huh? Then he'd best give her that attention and affection she deserved for giving him a chance to settle in. The hand upon her breast continues to squeeze, indulgence at its finest as his hold shifts just a little so that his thumb could rub and circle over her nipple. This was just the first stop of many, as far as he was concerned.
...If Ragna can even hold his composure long enough to do all of that and let his hand ride down between her legs. Especially when she places a bit more weight on his chest while steadying herself, there's no breaks as she rolls her hips as the white-haired man's back arches some and his hips give another roll. Careful again, not to just lift her off the chair with him by pressing too hard on his feet. They're meant to stay planted... ]
God it's so hot. [ His words come off another moan, this time far louder than the songbird atop her perch while she massages his dick with such a fervent need. So good that as his lower abdomen clenches once more, his cock throbs just as hard before settling into a quicker pulsation, a bit more rapid than before as her pussy grips him, ] So tight...
[ She wasn't as vocal now, but... ]
Weiss...
[ It's Ragna who finally picks up the pace for them both, not even bothering to ask this time if he can go a little faster. Just a little harder. Just enough as Weiss holds herself upright while riding him there's a rather audible clap upon his hips meeting hers, the head of his cock swelling and tapping on her core with a returning fervour— that sensation of being filled to her stomach as the pace shifts. Not so slow. Not blindingly fast. Just more. Sing a little more, Weiss. ]
[ It's fine, it's fine. Weiss said she didn't think he'd just lie there, so him actually moving and taking control isn't unwelcome. She appreciates his patience if he's actually been holding back until now, because she did have to get used to this feeling first. It's good, but different. A different kind of addictive. Like this, she can feel everything. Every throb, every minute reaction her inner walls make with each squeeze and each bump.
With their pace shifting, there's a bit more of that bump whenever the head of his cock reaches her deepest spot. Her own abdomen clenches as she readies herself to chase that very same pleasure. With each rise comes a more possessive drop of her hips, taking all of him in with such a need that would never make him forget about her pussy. Not when she needs his cock in her, driving into her so deep, threatening to go deeper with each thrust.
Ragna gets to hear it more, Weiss' voice that's like a sweet melody. What starts as a whimper at first grows into something more, much more pronounced, louder. Noises and words of praise and pleasure, encouraging him to not keep his feet planted on the floor any longer. They drown out what mumbling the Teasing Trio makes, complaining that they can't see, but enjoying what they're able to hear. The sound of skin slapping, not so loud when Weiss' skirt absorbs most of the noise, is really making them wish they could see. Oh, if only this cloth wasn't in the way... ]
Ragna... [ A nice name to say in the midst of all this. Just two syllables, and it eases off the tongue rather well paired with a moan or two. Her voice doesn't lift or crack as she bounces on him and gets his attention by calling his name. She takes the hand that's on her breast, far too grateful for how well he's holding onto her, but she needs something. The tips of his fingers touch her lips, dragging the bottom one down a little as she rubs them against it. A hot breath out before her tongue slips out to give the tips of his index and middle fingers a lick, only stopping for a moment and squeezing his hand tightly as she becomes distracted by his cock. She did this to herself, grinding to fervently against him, and now she's the one """suffering""" the consequences. ]
Oh- oh god...
[ Please hold. Let her just... roll her hips just a little bit more. One more— okay, maybe a couple more. She might just keep him in her like this for the longest time just to chase that tingling feeling that's getting her clit to throb more at the same time. ]
[ For someone whose never done this before, let alone had anybody intimately touch him before Weiss, her dance partner for this portion of the day held a rather wild imagination in that spiky head of his. A wild imagination that did humour what it would be like if he did lose his patience early on. But that was the inexperienced virgin in him being introduced to the forbidden fruit, almost yielding to temptation off the jump. Now that Ragna succeeded in tempering himself, in holding out on her long enough that she could adjust to the feeling of being filled so sinfully deep by him,
They can stay within this little Garden of Eden they've built for one another for just a little longer. Just a little longer as the heavy-barrelled length of him is sleeved on her tightening pussy for each possessive drop. She didn't have to worry about him forgetting her if he was destined to check in after all; Weiss didn't even have to be his first to accomplish that. Everything from the rising cadence in her voice, words of praise, his name that slips off her tongue so well when mingled into a moan, the soft bounce in her perky breasts that fit her frame so sensually when she takes his fingers to her lips. ]
Fuck, you're hot... [ Was it too late to stop this elevator from heading down? Was it too late to send the two of them back up to his Newlywed Suite? Too late to just take her by the hand until they tumbled back onto those couches they'd been sharing a meal together on? Any of the lush beds while he made her clutch those blankets real tight, fucking her senseless into the mattress...
That wild imagination of his, remember?
Mission accomplished, Weiss Schnee. He's never going to get this pussy out of his head. Not when she looked at him with such wanton need, taking a few more greedy rolls of her hips as she seats herself firmly on his cock. The thrusts stop, if only just for a moment or so that they can share in and revel in this deep connection while Ragna gives her another insistent grind, holding that bump there just a bit longer while his right hand that wasn't being squeezed in hers gives that ass of hers another possessive clap as he gropes her. ]
Shit, you feel as good as you look.
[ The tips of those fingers of his she wetted with her tongue flirt against her lips once more, rather enticed in the visual she gave him a little earlier. She can taste them some more if she wants to. If that'll occupy her mouth and prevent her from screaming at this rate when Ragna suddenly gives a rather insistent buck up beneath her, pushing up on her core before gravity settles the rest all the way back down. Bouncing her longer and harder on his throbbing cock, finding his timing after a few short few rolls to bring his hips driving up in earnest rhythm with hers dropping down. ]
[ Weiss wouldn't even be bothered if he asked if she wanted to go back to his suite after this. Not at all. All he'd have to do is ask. But with her thinking that they'll be checking the casino out after this, she has to remember to control herself. She's enjoying her ride now. Far too much, even. Ragna had better be careful around her, because if she sees him sat down again, she might just get in his lap and straddle him and go for another. And even then, she wouldn't just be expecting him to just sit there. ]
So you were thinking about me that way? [ Hmm... That wasn't what you said before she accepted your offer to go to your room, Ragna. You certainly aren't making any compelling arguments about how you don't have a crush on her! Weiss doesn't seem repulsed by the idea though. He's lucky that she wants to keep feeding it. Think of her more. Feel her more. Don't let her out of your sights.
Her tongue gives his fingers a good lick again before giving the tips a good suck. This time around, she doesn't pull away, letting her tongue dance around the digits, treating them like a lollipop. It's a good distraction from when Ragna starts taking control more, but it can really only last for so long. Her thighs tremble, knees shake, and she leaves his fingers alone so she can lean forward, her breasts getting squished against his chest. ]
Do it again... [ Please. Don't make her actually ask—let alone beg—for it. That felt so much better than she could have ever imagined, so... With her ass pointing up, each thrust into her does drive him deeper, like this angle was even better than earlier. She really is relying on him now to not just lie there. ] Harder, Ragna.
[ Time will tell what clarity would do for a man whose never had the luxury of touching someone this way. Especially when the forbidden fruit has never tasted so sweet; part of him even wonders if he winds up playing game at all, will any taste as good as this "First". It all depends on just how conveniently close that ↑ button was within his reach. He wasn't even sure if he could still keep going by the time she's given him his first orgasm. But if he can keep riding this high, forgetting bit by bit about where they were and living in what may as well have been a dream, what was stopping them from going all the way back up?
He wants more. He doesn't even deny her when she asks if he'd been thinking about her this way from the get go. Fine. Fine. Frustrated as he was, LOST as he was, she was an attractive young woman, even in just passing her by. Is that what she wanted to hear? More than just a passing comment that she looked good, despite the fact he invited her up to avoid a killer line? That she was beautiful? Gorgeous? Hot as fuck? Breaking down every little layer between them until she found a man that didn't know just how starved he was until he got a taste of her? He needs to be careful? She's the one that stands a very good chance of being devoured by this beast in human clothing. ]
Helluva fucking thing to not— Ahh— plan for.
[ The visual and physical stimulation of her giving the tips of his fingers a good long suck does wonders for having his libido firing on all cylinders. How the hell did Weiss make him jealous of his own goddamn fingers?! She makes them look so sweet, and it feeds those ideas, of him riding a little higher back on his chair of theirs until she was cutely nestled between his legs. There's a longer and harder treat she could suck on, making her lips 'pop!' while he rapidly throbs as if he were on the brink of cumming already. He can feel Weiss' thighs shaking now, and they've hit a new plateau together as her breasts squish against his chest.
Not so much a prayer, but a command. Two of them back to back as her ass is pointed up in his peripheral view as she rides his dick at an angle that drags so much better. She was tight before, but his cock feels like it's almost bending some for her as she'd feel both those larger hands of his riding up the back of her skirt, taking a possessive hold of her ass and squeezing real good. If he had the wherewithal, he might have let those panties ride up like a thong so she could feel the contrast of bare and glove on her cheeks more.
"Harder, Ragna."
All she had to do now was hold on for dear life because as his legs spread just a bit more, he finds himself riding up on the balls of his feet now as he gives her exactly that, repeating that same wild buck of a thrust fluidly, harder this time. Again. Do it again, Ragna. Close your eyes and lose yourself in all of her. ] Fuck, like that...?
[ Hammering home so deep? That thudding sensation as his cock pressures her core so deep and claims her over and over? Until it wasn't just this tight little pussy that he'd never forget, but reminding Weiss where she could go if she was missing the best seat in the house? ]
[ Maybe those words are exactly what she wants to hear. Maybe. Why don't you say it, Ragna? Test it out and see what her reaction might be. Or you could hold onto those words for now, get them out another time when she tells you to "say it properly". Either way, it's not like his "dishonesty" is being punished now. If anything, he's being rewarded by the casino for giving him a partner of an Ice Queen who's oh-so-happy with the throne she's been given. ]
There— [ She whispers her approval to him in the form of a moan that sounds like further direction. Each thrust feels like it takes too long, but that's just Weiss being far too addicted to that feeling of the tip of his cock grinding so insistently on her most sensitive spot. She meets him halfway despite how badly she just wants to cling to him and let him do all the work while she still can, rolling her hips forward and back, making each bump have more impact that her ass cheeks do a little shake when her skin slaps his. ] Just like that, just like that—
[ This wasn't just a reminder of her. This is going in her mental diary where she writes all sorts of things that Weiss in real life could never, ever talk about. Filthy, unabashed dreams, desires, memories, and more that this casino has offered her. It's one that she'll turn the pages to every so often that if she does try every other possible seat in this goddamn resort, nothing could ever compare. She'd still be looking for that one that was just right and absolutely perfect for her.
He's going to have to forgive her though, because she gives up any sort of control she had earlier on. Her arms not only rest against him but they try and slip beneath him so she can literally hold onto him, cling to him and hold him close as he fucks her like this. Her entire body shakes with each thrust, her nipples rubbing against his own, her tight pussy gripping him so tight. If he kept it up, kept going, maybe even harder, she could only feel even tighter... Eventually, she just keeps calling his name, whispering it in worship as she surrenders and closes her eyes. ]
[ Her whispers singe so deep along the inside of his ears, where he was going to keep hearing them over and over again long after this was all over. He didn't have a diary, or little notes to take. But Weiss sure as hell was going to be playing like a movie over and over in his head. Who needed what the movies aired when he already got the show that would never be topped? So he will hold onto those words. They're going to dwell in his heart for a good long while yet, burning him up on the inside every time he was alone and felt that awoken itch in desperate need of scratching.
So scratch it real good for his first time, Weiss. Because he's going to make damn sure you're going to miss him, the feeling that cock rearranging your insides and shaking that ass of yours every time it comes clapping down hard in his lap. Even if neither one of you say it out loud...actions speak far, far louder, right? Loud enough to drown out the laments of the Teasing Trio, their own imaginations running wild of what the cardigan and angle of his chair deny them. Just how hard was he fucking this girl? How deep could he go without flat-out breaking her little pussy in? Yet every time, as she clings for dear life and snakes her arms beneath him while her tits jump against his diamond front, the swollen head of his cock burgeons and taps on that door.
Cracking that door as his nails dig into her ass and he fucks her harder, until her name and a slew of colourful praises of her, (so wet) • (weiss...weiss...!) • (so fucking tight) preludes the kiln molten hot in the pit of his loins as rippling waves of euphoria crash over him. Again. And again. And again as he stakes his claim a little rougher, desperation in the way he pounds up into her as his neck cranes back and he hisses in pleasure while the swell just below her womb thickens for each and every time his cock shakes her core. ]
Fuck..!!
[ He can feel something bubbling, a tingling that starts from his aching balls all the way up to the very tip of his cock. Throbbing quicker, faster, getting bigger as he breathes huskily against her ear what he can only imagine what this feels like, ]
[ The Teasing Trio can't quite see, but they're glad to hear it, anyway. The noises got muffled early on— that girl sure doesn't like being loud, huh! But patience is a virtue. That slick and sloppy sound of Ragna's dick pumping into Weiss over and over is music to their ears, the sound of skin slapping against skin is just the right frequency— they love, they love it! It's so obscene, but there's something so cute about it when they're imagining Weiss being on top. What a lovely scene it must be.
They hear her voice, praising him for being so deep, giving him her approval with all these high-pitched "Yes"es, amongst other noises. The man could use nicer words, less uncouth, but they find it pleasing regardless. They're so jealous... the sex must be so good and so satisfying. And it's the noisy man's first time, isn't it? Even cuter! When will they ever get their first time, they wonder. What it would feel like for someone to cum all over them, so warm and wet and fulfilling. . .
Weiss is close to losing all sense in her with how tightly he's clinging onto her "seat", too. She doesn't want to open her eyes, she doesn't want to think anymore, she just wants to give it all to him. She wants to keep hearing him say how tight she is if it's what makes him thrust into her harder, faster, bucking his hips into her like there's absolutely nothing else in the world that could make him feel good. Just her. ]
Ragna— [ A shaky breath. She's so close, the build up has been intense, like a sneeze that's been creeping up on her for some time now but she just can't sneeze. She just knows it's coming, though. Soon. She's gonna come.
And so is he, apparently. And as tragic as it is to stop, Weiss wakes up back to reality, eyes shooting open and pushing herself up immediately and as she taps his shoulder. ] Wait, you can't not inside. Not now, please.
[ Not here! She's so sorry to ruin your first time, Ragna, but... when all of this is over and you two are headed to the casino (or back up, or something), she can't and doesn't want to walk in cum-stained panties...............................
She understands that this is asking a lot, especially given how much they've lost themselves to the moment and in each other, but if he's gracious enough to concede defeat, Weiss does lift her hips up enough so he can pull out, plopping her butt on his thighs as she uses both her hands to finish the job. ]
[ It speaks volumes to the attention Weiss yearns for from him, and just how damn good a job she was doing at getting it, that Ragna almost completely forgets about the ghouls that caused him to jump so frightfully at the start. They laud them, lament the lack of visual thanks to her 'divine' intervention, and yet if only they could fully see the way she clings to him. Hugging him like the cuddliest teddy bear! Squeezing him so tight in more ways than one that he'd be hard-pressed to ever want to let her go.
...yeah, there's not a damn thing cuddly about this. Not with the way they so desperately clutch at one another, running circles around each other in this state of blinding bliss as they're practically shoving one another further and further towards the edge of that cliff. The rise, the fall, the brute force of that impact when they land together was going to be something neither one of them would forget. ]
[ It was. Until Ragna's blistering promise of where his first hot load was about to go actually shoots her straight back to the surface. And Weiss tapping his shoulder while his hands keep that nice grip on her ass forces him to be hauled straight to the water's surface with her. ]
H-Huh??
[ Not inside? But— He's on the brink. So damn close. Not at the point of no return just yet, but clarity hits him like a freight train. He had no clue. Could people get knocked up here? He wasn't wearing a condom, so was he about to ruin this girl's entire stay here if luck wasn't on their side? And yet, if this Wildcard's suit manifested, such a prospect might have sounded...tempting— even in concept. What would he do if his suit was activated? Become utterly insatiable? The true beast to her beauty while he cinched her waist with his strong arms around her back?
Claim her? Never stop fucking her? Breed her— ]
Shit— get off, get off...!
[ She's not wanting it for the sake of avoiding cum-stained panties, he's...thinking this is an entirely different problem. Yet another lesson he will soon learn (and regret not having). But he does concede defeat, even helping her as his strong hands glide over her hips and lift her until his dick pops out. And he can't help it. He can't help but watch as his mismatched hues immediately drift to between them, both her hands pumping that burning hot, turgid, downright shamefully throbbing mess of a cock as precum spills at an alarming rate.
He might be feeling a twinge of disappointment in the pit of his stomach, but far be it from Ragna to complain about that when a topless angel was jacking his dick so fucking good. Ragna doesn't want to get in the way of what she was doing...but did she cum too? Her pussy was tapping so quickly around his cock before that it almost felt like she was just on the brink. ]
Holy— Shit...Shit...shit...
[ His hands rest atop her own thighs, squeezing them for purchase as his cock gives another heavy lurch in her grip. Then another, repeating quicker than last time. The core of his abdomen is so tight right now as he's taken over the edge before her. Gritting his teeth, his left eye slams shut as he exhales long and heavy when he releases, vision haloing around Weiss.
She's was the one quite literally handling him. This was Ragna's first time. It's also the first time in a long time since he's last masturbated. Which means a very pent-up, backed up Ragna can't help the load that she was literally milking out of him with each wet-sounding stroke of her hands up and down his pulsing girth. Clench. Throb. It almost feels like it's not going to stop as shot after shot of hot white cum splashes until finally...
Fucking finally his feet are flat on the elevator floor once more, his hands having moved to clutch those curvy hips of hers tight amidst his orgasm as his broader chest heaved, heart throbbing everywhere he can still feel on his body. Even to the still twitching, cum-spilling dick that's no doubt made a mess of Weiss' hands among anywhere else. ]
[ There is a part of Weiss that feels a little bad for him— lost and consumed by lust and desire— for cutting him short. It's not the end of the world at least, because regardless if she feels bad for him or not, she would still do this anyway. Not just for him, but also for herself. Ragna's not the only one who got splashed with the cold water of reality, after all. She's all too aware of what she's missing out on with what she did, but she knows she'll find it beneficial later on.
Any excuses can come later on though. At least for Ragna, he hasn't completely cooled off yet that he can keep chasing that high. A different feeling for sure, but her hands are probably better than his own. And with him so wet from the mix of their own juices, stroking him to jack him off doesn't need much of a warm up anymore. Her hands make twisting motions on opposite directions as she moves them up and down as well, starting with a moderate pace right off the bat to see what his reaction might be.
Blue eyes meet his mismatched ones, and he might just see a hint of an apology in her gaze. It only lasts for a short while though, because jacking him off seems to have a hypnotising effect on her.
Weiss' body has calmed down some, her clit barely throbbing anymore, but just one more touch might send her back into a tizzy. She breathes through her mouth, slow at first, but eventually matching Ragna's own breathing the more she hears it. He continues to throb in her hands, and she squeezes his cock a little more because of it— harder, get him off and make sure he squirts out every last drop he could possibly give you, Weiss. And even when he does, when he coats her fingers with his seed, almost as if he’s washing her hands with it from the sheer amount, she keeps going for a little longer. Just a little more, as if she’s receiving pleasure from all this, too, but she slows down gradually, until her hands aren’t even touching him anymore but remain hovering around his cock anyway.
It’s as if she’s just woken up though, blinking slowly like she’s regaining consciousness after being put under a spell. Her hands are so warm… they’re dripping. She looks at him again, lips slightly parted, and face so flush. What she’s going to do now, she has no idea. . . she did not think this through either, but she really does need a moment to calm down too. ]
[ It was indeed an abrupt end to this joyride of theirs, but that very same cold water splashing him at least gives back some of that clarity they'd both been sorely lacking the longer this went on. This was...more explosive than he ever would have thought it'd have been. He doesn't know enough about Weiss as a person beyond his first impression that she's an honest, good person despite her ribbing on his ass so much out the gate, but...he wonders; was this the same feeling for her? Their food hadn't been laced with any aphrodisiac, and if it was? It was far too subtle in trace that by the time they made their own choices (at least, Ragna did...), that had nothing to do with it.
Weiss holding his hand the way she did had nothing to do with it. His choice to accept her kisses, and to allow himself to yield and give up everything to her had nothing to do with it. Their food and drink, in actuality, was absolved of any goading from the House. They were stuck in an elevator, and yet the moment he told her that he was okay with this. With her. He refused to back away from his own words. If she was his "First", somebody that actually soldiered forward as the one that helped him feel okay with being touched, and encouraged him in touching her back... It wasn't just this experience on a sexual level that was going to be keeping him awake at night.
Ragna was going to have a lot to consider and think about in the coming days. Heh. Coming. Even if she did one helluva job with her hands towards the end too, the twisting in opposite directions to make sure that every single inch of him wasn't left unattended. His reaction was one of near breathlessness, torn between watching her hands work and pump him up and down the way they do and the fleck of apology in her gaze...until they're both entranced in what was happening when he does find his release. ]
Holy shit, Weiss...
[ Even if she didn't let him cum inside her, even if so much was "going to waste", the splashing mess that's dropped along his lower abdomen, some of his cum pooling in his navel, at least she leaned back far enough that he didn't go getting any in her hair or all over her face. ...tempting a prospect as that sight would have been as his dick aches and throbs. If she didn't touch him again, he'd go back down eventually, but as their eyes meet and her face is flush, it seems as if they haven't the slightest idea what to do next...
That is until Ragna follows his own instincts, his hands moving from their spot from her thighs earlier and roaming inward. ]
Hey... [ That was good. Really good. And he wants to tell her exactly that. He doesn't really have any bark in him right now. There's a gentleness and care in his voice when his hand slides further up her thigh, beneath her skirt now that she wasn't riding him anymore. The Elusive Kind Ragna. ] Did you come yet?
[ Because if she didn't stop him, verbally or physically, that barely throbbing clit of hers, those pounded walls of hers wouldn't be left abandoned for very long as his fingertips brush just above her pussy. Sorry if he couldn't tell or not. She was twitching and tapping around him so rapidly before this was over, clinging to him so desperately while she tightened to the point it felt like he could get pushed out if he stopped thrusting so hard... ]
[ Weiss is a few seconds delayed when she recognises that someone's talking to her. He said something, right? She didn't just imagine things? So she shakes her head slowly in response. The whispers of the Trio wondering if anyone came already aren't things she can hear, though Ragna might be able to if it's a bit more conscious about his surroundings than she is.
When his hand does make its way between her thighs, the very sensation gets her to tense up a little. She's not overstimulated or anything, but compared to him? She's going to need to be warmed up a little more. Like a balloon that was being blown air into, the moment it stopped with nothing to keep the rest of the air in? She's been deflated. She can keep going, her mind is raring to go, but her body needs a gentle touch first. ]
You'll... you'll need to slow down.
[ With her, she means. Please take it slow. It might hurt otherwise. At least, that's what her gut is telling her, since even a simple touch is already making her feel so on edge, and not in a good way. ]
I didn't want to leave this place all messy... [ She doesn't need to explain, surely, but it feels like she has to justify herself in case he's feeling disappointed about the whole thing. They were both so into it, after all.
Fortunately, the Teasing Trio's picked up on what's going on. Rejoicing and annoucing "Someone came! Hurray!" This isn't a party, and it only makes Weiss more flustered, reaching for the box of wet tissues that somehow is suddenly right there next to the chair. It definitely wasn't there this whole time. . . yet another gift from the painting. ]
[ No, she didn't imagine anything. Not this chance meeting, not how easily he got riled up by simple words that brought a smile back to her face, not this explosive romp in an elevator where he shoves the phantoms to the furthest back corner of his mind. All Ragna wants to see and hear is her, perched in his lap like she is while his arousal gradually, slowly starts to soften up before eventually coming to rest against his exposed stomach. The Trio do indeed, unfortunately, creep their way back into his earspace. But by this stage they're less disturbing and unsettling in a haunted sense, and more...genuinely annoying and liable for pissing him off. He grits his teeth as he cranes his head back a look to the cardigan-covered portrait. ]
Tch.
[ He still has a more pressing matter in his lap right now. And he doesn't want to take too much attention away from her when, he can only assume by her words that, no... He stopped her. They stopped one another from letting her achieve another thrilling orgasm off this new ride. So when she tells him to slow down, his eyes trail lower to between her legs. It's difficult to see much of anything with the skirt in the way right now, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know where he wants his hand to go anyway. ]
O-Oh... Right. [ Although now that she's made it perfectly clear, the pad of his fingers begin to stroke up and down, back and forth just over where her entrance was soaking and her clit was subtly throbbing. To be brought this close to the edge only to get pulled back for the big leap... ] We could always go back up...use my shower or bath.
[ He doesn't mean together, but if she was worried about a mess...one worse than one they've made of her hands and his pelvic area with his cum, it's the first thing that crops into his head. Casino? What casino. ...He still wants to go with her now, but when life gives you lemons and there's the chance to make lemonade, why not offer his place to her? Who knows how much longer he'll have it for before the House sorts him into the deck properly with the rest?
As Weiss reaches for the sudden box of wet tissues that manifest on a little stand beside their lounging chair, the Teasing Trio's rejoicing acts like a second barb to the mood. They're the biggest pains in the ass here right now! His face turns redder. ]
None of your goddamn business you creepy ass voyeurs!
[ But...
Ragna still hasn't even thought about them leaving the elevator yet, has he? Has Weiss remembered the stipulations? Was it easy to think straight when his index and middle fingers brush over her throbbing clit, stroking her folds in the process? He's only just started touching her again, more directly...he was just inside of her moments earlier. This hot, wet heat of hers was stretched so damn nice on his cock and he denied her the chance to keep clinging to him all the way to the very end.
His touch is gentle at least, slow, curious as he huskily queries her: ]
[ Her hands reach for his wrist, not quite clinging to him in the same way she was doing so earlier, but she just knows that any rougher, a bit more pressure, and it wouldn't feel the same. That high she was chasing earlier would be gone completely. So she holds onto him, not even caring about the painting or what's going on that isn't on this chair. She'll guide him, letting out a shaky breath before saying so. ]
Stay still for me...
[ She moves her hips slowly, until it feels like the pads of his fingers aren't by her clit anymore. It'd be embarrassing to lift her skirt and show him, so Ragna will have to be content with what he can feel, instead. ]
Can you make me feel good here?
[ It's a roundabout way of asking him to fuck her with his fingers, but she also can't really say something so uncouth out loud. Her hold of his wrists loosen a little to let him move the way he wants to, while those blue eyes of hers seek his gaze. At least, for a second. And then she looks away. ]
... we... can go back up after this, if you wanted.
[ Though if they end up in another sexy elevator ride going down after wards, then... maybe it's best to never take the elevator again gasdfgfd ]
[ Thankfully, Weiss is quick to give him that guidance. Even when his cheeks fluster and his head continues to pound rhythmically when she continues to guide his left hand upon a shaken breath. He hardly cares about the fact that he's still a bit of a mess, stained abdomen and all when he was finding his focus shifting onto her pleasure. At least...what he hopes is her pleasure. This is ALL foreign territory to him, but his "First" isn't such a bad student either. At least...when he's not incessantly barking and complaining.
Comes with age, being able to focus more. Especially when she's being more forthcoming with him and actually telling him what she wants. Thankfully she didn't need to be more explicit to get her point across. Not when his digits become more slick with her juices. So not there...not her clit now. Hmm. Did that hurt? Like being overstimulated down south himself...or perhaps it was that much more concentrated. His fingers continue to rub and stroke her folds for now, getting a feel for what he can't see.
Their eyes meet, his gloved hand upon her thigh for purchase while she looks away and accepts that they can go back up... Those eyes of hers were so bright. Not glowing, no, but they were among the myriad of other things he was going to have one helluva time getting out of his head. ...Not that he was ever going to want to. He can't help himself, however, as his palm shifts so that he can get a better angle beneath her skirt.
No goading by the Trio. If they have something to say, they can stuff it, but, honestly, someone so little atop his lap, taking the lead like she did and now looking so shy... ]
So that's cute.
[ Crush this, crush that, if she has something to say, at least he's not covering her mouth when it's his ring and middle fingers together sliding inside of her, green and red eyes broadening in surprise in the moment at how tight it still was around him. But this is what she wanted, right? Not too fast, now. But...she really was riding high with him before. He can't just drag this out, can he? He shouldn't...which is why he starts working his wrist back and forth, keeping his digits straight for now as the wet squelch of fucking her with them mingles in the air around them once more. ]
[ His response isn't something that makes sense to her right now, especially when her body and brain are playing catch up. She really can just end it here, but she wants to continue. If he came, they got their card, they followed through on what the painting wanted them to do. The elevator can move now, probably! But she's selfish. She's not going to let him be the only one who ends up finishing. That would just be unfair! Though that may just be the disappointment in her talking, because she was so, so close... ]
Mm... like that. . .
[ You can explain a little better, Ragna. Tell her what you meant by that while you slip your fingers in her.
And even that already gets her clit to tingle in excitement again, even without the contact. She can feel him brushing against those nerves even from the inside with how oversensitive she is, so she closes her eyes and steadies her breath, even just for a little while. Her hands end up on the ends of her skirt over her thighs, holding onto them gently for now. It won't take long to bring her back to the edge of that cliff again, at least, and he'll see that once her grip of her skirt tightens later on. ]
[ He'll see it. He'll most certainly feel it judging by how excited her body was getting again. He was no expert; this was literally the first time he ever fingered somebody like this. But while he still has clarity, and while she continues to ride her way towards the top of that cliff again as he brushes a sensitive bundle of nerves...he's at least listening to her. ]
How shy you looked, asking me to make you feel good right here.
[ Right as his digits give a slight curl, pumping in and out of her closer towards her entrance as he looses another heated sigh. Even now, as Weiss closes her eyes and steadies her breath amidst Ragna's stroking her insides. Even now as she hugs the edge of her skirt in her hands. For a girl that was riding someone like him so enthusiastically moments ago, she still managed to look so pure in his lap...and he's learning a LOT about himself in record time. And that she's...getting him excited all over again as fucking her on his hand like this, his pace building from earlier, was stirring his arousal from its semi-hardened state.
Not that he expects her to give him any more attention as it stiffens and fills out again. Not when Ragna's still more focused on giving her what she deserves. ]
It's a startled noise that escapes her, but she can't even get mad at him for saying something so embarrassing when he's got his fingers inside her. Not that any words of protest would even have any effect with her walls tighten around his fingers even more just from that. Idiot... He's an idiot! She was being so nice to him, and now he's doing this... >:T
It might be difficult to tell if she's huffing in indignation or if he's doing so well in taking care of her and making her feel good, but her breathing does become heavier a minute or two later. Her hands find his wrists again, letting go of her dress when she realises that she not only wants to reach her peak, but also for more contact. She's already told someone that she likes kissing, handholding— anything to make it feel like there's some sort of connection between her and her partner, and it holds true even now. Just holding him again like this adds to the sensation of pleasure, though it's only for a moment that she looks at him.
... he's getting hard again. She can't take care of him again here! They're going to have to move at some point, so keep it in your pants if you can even put them back on, Ragna! ]
[ Ah! So he's onto something. For once, he's got a leg up on her in the teasing department. Whether or not he uses this newfound ammunition to his advantage down the road, she seems to be gripping his fingers tighter than before. ...Yeah, no. He's pulling the trigger on that one real quick. ]
It feels even tighter...
[ Another minute passes, his hand not getting tired in the slightest at the pace that he continues to pump and stroke, only this time he buries his fingers just a little deeper as his freed hand is held in hers. As for where her attention is currently, at least Ragna doesn't stop fucking her as their eyes both trail down to his sensitive, twitching dick between them. ]
Hey, [ He swallows, heaving a sigh as his cock throbs. ] Don't worry about me, yeah?
[ If she says something about it though, he's...well what else was he supposed to say?! She's hot. He's currently fucking her on his hand and working her towards an orgasm (he hopes?!), and he sure as hell wasn't going to lie there limp dicked through it all when he's trusted her in a myriad of ways to let him enjoy her. ]
[ He really just won't stop talking, huh? He's still pointing things out, and she almost wants to smack his face for it. Almost. At the very least, Weiss manages to control herself and doesn't do any of that. She lets him continue, building up the pressure that's welling within her. When he angles his hand differently and buries his fingers deeper inside her, she rolls her hips in turn. She moves with him, encourages him to move his hand more. She can handle it better now, and if her thighs twitching again and her pussy gripping his fingers tightly was any indication, he's doing well in taking care of her.
She'd noticed his erection, but things have changed. She's a bit more concern about her own release now, her walls coating his fingers with her juices, flushing his own out in the process. Her breathing grows heavier and heavier as she surrenders herself to this and closes her eyes. Hopefully she doesn't hold onto his hand too hard the longer this goes, because she doesn't want to hurt him amidst all this. ]
A little more, a little more...
[ There's desperation in her, in wanting release this badly even though she was the one who denied them of it earlier on. The show Ragna's become privy to isn't over yet though. He could barely see her lose herself in ecstasy as she bounced on his dick earlier since she was clinging so tightly to him, but at least he's getting what he missed out on now. It isn't an explosive orgasm by any means, but the higher she goes, the more satisfying the drop is for her. Everything in her world just stops, tightens, and turns dark for a second or two, until it feels like she's been holding the longest breath of her entire life.
When she finally comes, it's with the most relieved sigh she could possibly give. Loud, with so much satisfaction from how long she'd been holding it in. Her hold of his wrist loosens not long after, and now it's become a fight to stay up right on his lap... ]
[ Unfortunately(?) for Weiss, what neither of them knew at this current point in time was that she had bagged herself a real idiot in this Crimson Calamity. Their only mutual reprieve was that, at least for the Grim Reaper, he was going to have a lot of time to think. Time that can be occupied far later when he wasn't currently in the middle of building that pressure in her abdomen when he can feel her thigh twitching in his hand, and her pussy gripping his fingers tighter. How could he not get hard riling her back up this way? If he were addled with lust and swimming in aphrodisiacs, Weiss might have had a cause for concern that her makeshift partner in this elevator might have just wanted to push for another round.
With a clear head though, he also wouldn't have said no if she found herself coming around to asking if he wanted more. But in the meantime, he continues to pump his fingers, the white-haired man's head rolling back for a moment as he arches to get more comfortable having been lying for so long. That in turn has his hips rolling upwards slightly, his renewed arousal throbbing as if it were desperate attention. But neither one would grant it when he's equally as keen on taking care of her. Following the pleas in her voice and the desperation Weiss carries with her as she rides his hand, giving him another show from the best seat in the house as pleasure is written all over her face. ]
Yeah...come on...come on...
[ Right when his fingers drag back along the anterior of her walls...the pads of his fingers brushing a little textured spot that stirs his curiosity. She's so wet, hot and tight...but this spot... Ah. Seems that he's found something of a button all on his own when Weiss he feels her entire body tense, Ragna's own hand thrusting and rubbing along her g-spot as she lets out the most relieved sigh imaginable. She sounds and feels as good as she looks...he can only imagine what she tasted like if he had the wherewithal to make her lounge back on this chair. Luckily for little Miss Schnee in the Grim Reaper's lap though, she hardly hurt him even as her grip on his wrist rendered knuckle-white.
There. That time he gets it. He doesn't need to ask, he thinks, as her hold of him loosens and his fingers remain inside her for the time being, now gently stroking instead of attacking her most sensitive spot. It's only fair, yeah? She stroked him long throughout his own orgasm earlier. ]
Better?
[ Said with a hand upon her exposed breast with another gentle knead too. Hey, whatever works to keep her upright on his lap, right? ]
[ There definitely doesn't need to be any questions asked about this. She does want to lay down for a bit though, but any moment of reprieve granted to her helps. At least, after she rides this orgasm out anyway, Ragna prolonging those waves of pleasure as he keeps inside her for a bit longer. ]
... Better.
[ Weiss opens her eyes slowly, how bright the lights have become not at all pleasant to her at this time. It's something she'll get used to later on though, once she feels more awake. More normal. ]
We should probably get up now.
[ She'll wait until he's pulled out of her and gives her some sort of signal that she can move before doing so. She does have to shift a little and pull her panties back up before standing up, after all. Sorry about your new boner, Ragna... Weiss is done in this elevator, and she has no intention of asking about what he wants after this. If he wants to go another round, he'll have to be the one to ask. Maybe another time, when she's more comfortable around him.
[ It seems that the Teasing Trio have indeed had their fill of the couple. Even though Weiss got creative with her Glyphs and barred their sight of it all, the bickering, the affection that seeped through the cracks and the seeming genuine care they took in each other despite only just meeting... There was no prompting any of that once the two of them got carried away. Drawing his hand out of her, he instinctively wipes it on the side of his pants, uncaring of the stain of her juices that'll stay there as the lighting in the elevator is fully restored. Thank god the chair wasn't getting blipped out of existence so abruptly on them. ]
Yeah, you're probably right.
[ And while he's feeling the thrumming sensation that tells him he could go again, at least it won't take too much work to will himself to calm down as she stands back up upon pulling her panties back on. Ragna, meanwhile, does a crunch sitting upright, until he's straddling the seat with his dick still hanging out. It's not the most dignified position he can take, but while he's still a bit of a mess around his stomach and pelvic area...
Ragna's going to just. Take a huge wad of those tissues now, thank you very much, cheeks still afluster while he works on patting himself down and tossing the messy tissues off to the side. The Trio, thinking fast, manifest a little waste bin that catches it. sdfalkj ]
Hey, did you, uh... [ ...Yes, Ragna? ] ...Wanna go back to my place? If you wanna use my bath or shower?
[ Oh. So he's not asking for another round after all...
If I didn't say so earlier, I'd be teasing you now about asking someone you just met to come up to your suite to use your bath...
[ Basically? He doesn't really need to ask like that now, but she does appreciate it. She had to turn around to put her panties back on and all, but once she's... ready, she figures it really is best to go back up even for just a few minutes to clean up. This is not the most ideal place to have sex. It should have been a given, but experiencing it? Yeah... that's a no for next time.
For her serious answer, though? ]
That'd be nice, actually. And we can go to the casino later on? A nice warm bubblebath sounds good. Probably not at the same time as you, though.
Hah. [ Okay, maybe it's because she's opened him up in more ways than one. While he's not exactly sassing her, he does concede defeat to her yet again. At least she wasn't harping on him "having a crush", anymore. ] I'll take that as "Yes, Mr. Crimson Calamity".
[ Thankfully, it doesn't take much to wipe himself up. Especially when he gets the feeling they're heading back up to his Jack Suite anyway. If they really were keen on heading down, Ragna would have spent more time wiping away the excess mess left behind. Instead, he zips himself back up, buttons his dress shirt back up, not realizing it's misaligned, and pushes himself back to his feet alongside her. Phew. He wasn't getting sore down there, but as he arches his back and stretches...
Definitely feeling some of that strain from such surprisingly strenuous exercise now. In his eyes now, though? Absolutely worth it. But he won't talk about what just happened anymore. Not unless she asks or talks about it. Instead, he sets a hand on his hip and shifts his focus to the...sigh, the wall. More specifically, a certain painting that's covered up. ]
Sounds good to me. I can shower while you take a bath anyway.
[ The perks of having both— separate and generously spacious. ]
Want me to grab your pullover?
[ "YES! Please! It's so stuffy under here, and we can't see a thing." ]
Can you freaks even GET stuffy under there?? [ Well, despite the tension that grips his spine, on the surface, Ragna's at least a lot less fearful. More like he's done with their shit. Before he can pull off the cardigan and give it back to Weiss, though...he's got an idea. ] Or you bastards just jealous you missed the show?
[ "How uncouth! W-We were perfectly content in just listening to how adorable you two were in the throes of passion." ]
Oh yeah? [ Fascinating. ] So you DON'T mind if I keep this thing on you three?
You're gonna send us back up so we can wash up. THEN we're gonna come right back in here and go all the way down to the lobby. Keep your mouths shut and don't try anymore bullshit? I get rid of your little curtain.
[ ...hrrrrngh it would be nice to see them explore their ~Feelings~ together. But. They do wanna see. And these two did give them quite the meal. A feast for the eyes at first, and especially the ears.
Sure enough, the elevator begins to move. And at least for the moment? It feels as if that ghoulish presence is gone. When Ragna takes the cardigan off the portrait, the Teasing Trio painting isn't moving anymore. The eyes don't look like they're following them. ...That or they don't want to make eye contact with Ragna anymore. adfslkj But hey. Problem solved? He returns what rightfully belongs to Weiss, back to her. ]
[ That gets a huff out of her. Right, right. At least Weiss is smiling when she says: ]
Yes, Mr. Crimson Calamity.
[ She'll give him some privacy as he fixes himself, back turned from him and the painting that's seemingly celebrating their victory. When Ragna talks back at them, she finally turns around, more to watch and see if there's anything she can even add to the conversation. It does look like he's got a handle of things though, which is nice.
He was so terrified of the painting earlier on!
Once he's gotten her cardigan back and is offering it to her, she takes it back but doesn't put it on right away. Up close, she can see that he's done his best to button his shirt up. Though it would seem his best isn't good enough.
She points at her own chest, at the centre of it where the first button would normally would be. Hopefully he'll get the message. ]
[ He didn't quite know it or accept it yet, but he had certain @ angel to thank for calming his nerves. That, and while he was indeed terrified of them at first...the longer he was forced to stick around them and keep his attentions on Weiss, the easier it became to see that they...weren't that bad. Which basically means that if Ragna barks loud enough and forces himself to be enough of an asshole to ghosts, he can brute-force his way through his fears. ...Maybe. Most of the time. Don't test that theory. He's moving in, Weiss... ]
Huh? [ He leans in to have a closer look at where she's pointing at her chest...before cluing in pretty quick at what she meant as he peers down at himself before standing up straight. ] Crap, is it uneven? Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'll just...
[ ...Forget it. Is what he was going to say until he looked back into Weiss' eyes. She wasn't even trying to play up the charm or flashing him a particular look. It was just...kindness. Simple, honest, kindness in her eyes. Something he says nothing about as his rose dusts his cheeks for her again. ]
You had a tie on earlier, didn't you? Do you normally wear one at home?
[ That would have been fun to put back on... But maybe she's just a nerd about these sorts of things.
In any case, she does drape her cardigan over her arm as she reaches for his shirt. With the buttons misaligned, she does have to unbutton a couple just to get everything straightened out. She's careful about it all. It's not like she's going to hurt him by simply unbuttoning and buttoning his shirt, but it's already become creased enough. And once everything is in order and she's satisfied, she takes a step back to admire her work, a hand on her hip. ]
There we go. Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now.
[ The Teasing Trio finds all this cute, too, but they do have their end of the bargain to still give out. This was meant to be an elevator that was supposed to move a couple of floors down, but it slowly moves back up anyway, back to the landing area for the next set of elevators that can take them up to the royal suites. ]
Not particularly. [ He sucks it up and lets himself stand perfectly still for her while she unbuttons and readjusts for him, rubbing the back of his neck. ] I tend to wear tops up to my collar. Not gonna lie...still feel a bit naked without my usual gear.
[ Not to say anything about literally getting half-naked with Weiss just now. If he wants to ask about what she usually wears back home, since he figures most of everyone lost their equipment, Ragna can find the time to do that after they got out of the elevator. Besides, he still has questions about that stunt she pulled earlier with those magic sigils. They both take a respective step back when she's done buttoning him up, and he gives himself a brief onceover before letting a smile return to his lips. ]
Thanks.
[ "Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now." ]
Nope. Just your plain ol', regular ride down.
[ Only they both knew damn well this "ride" was anything but regular. Nor was he going to be forgetting this any time soon. The blush on his face hasn't waned either, whether he recognizes it or not.
He'd thank her, but...even he gets the feeling that doing that would make things weird again. Especially when he wouldn't be doing it for the sex.
[ Good. Weiss is not exactly pleased, but she's at least satisfied that Fang seems to... well, heel. She won't blame the other woman for being angry and upset, of course, because Weiss can be that way, too. In fact, she could be even worse! But she's been slightly desensitised thanks to this place, and because she has been here for a few weeks and wasn't lost in the nooks and crannies of this place, she is a lot more calm. ]
I'm not sure if seeing you again is a good or bad thing.
[ Because that just means she's here to play the game instead of being wherever she was before. But that also means— ]
What do you mean, though? Were you, um, wherever you were, along with others who woke up here a few weeks ago, too?
[ She'd thought those people who disappeared went back home. Guess this little detail complicates things. Maybe people can't really go home after all. ]
If you can believe it, not the first time I've heard that.
[Fang responds, with a huff, and then sits right in the middle of the elevator with no preamble, back pressed to one of the walls, legs stretched in front of her and the scowl on her face deepening as she recalls her month in empty corridor hell, a place that seemed a part of casino hell but somehow separate from it.]
I've got no idea where I was. Got lost somewhere with loads of hallways that went nowhere, 'til they went somewhere. Then I ended up in caves with horny octopus monsters. By the time I got out of whatever the hell that was, the staff was waiting.
[An eyeroll.] They all did this big song and dance about how sorry they were, and what a big mistake it was that I somehow ended up in who knows where. They claimed the place was supposed to be closed off. Didn't bother explaining much else. So there you have it. Turns out I never left at all.
[ It's a comment that gets a soft laugh out of her, at least. Nothing giddy, nothing that says she's in an exceptionally good mood. While Fang sits on the floor though, Weiss stays upright, merely leaning on the wall next to the other lady. ]
Horny octopus— no, nope. I think I'm better off not knowing.
[ She visibly shudders at that, wincing at the same time. ]
At least you're here now, instead of wherever that was? [ That probably isn't much consolation, though. ] You didn't miss much, in case you were curious.
These paintings are. . . I don't know. I doubt they're new, but they definitely weren't like this before.
[ Weiss just knows they're going to say something though, so she shoots the painting a look before she can even hear anything from them.
Oh, right, right! You two are setting the mood! Yes, of course. We'll wait. Patiently. ]
[Craning her neck up to look at Weiss, Fang snorts at the remark.] Yeah, you are better off not knowing. Believe me.
[Her mood seems to be better though, judging by her body language — an arm lazily draped on her knee, her other leg stretched out, her back relaxed against the wall. Not much point in getting bent out of shape now. Didn't seem to move the paintings any.]
From a maze of hallways to being trapped in a box with a magical voyeur painting. Yeah, I really won the lottery on good luck. [She sighs.]
Well, there's my shitty update. How have you been?
[ Weiss will hold off on any smartass comments for now. It would seem that Fang isn't as angry anymore, and it's best it stays that way. It'd just make her cranky again, too. ]
There aren't any tentacles here, at least. Just... them.
[ And she gestures to the painting watching them. It isn't what she would have liked to say, so this is... better!
When she's asked about how she's been, though, the slight red of her cheeks can't be helped. It's embarrassing to admit, but there's really no point in hiding it. ]
Ugh, I'm still here and I haven't found my way back home yet. [ Which really isn't so bad in hindsight when everyone is in the same boat, but— ] I told myself I wouldn't play the stupid game, but here I am... playing it sometimes.
[Gaze cutting to the painting as she mulls over what Weiss says, Fang's response comes out surprisingly thoughtful.]
So you're doing what you need to do to survive in this place. [There's a somber set to her mouth, a distance in her gaze that suggests she's thinking of something else.] No shame in that. I wager it's harder to get out of here than we think.
[Here Fang stands up again, motions to the enclosed space around them.] Case in point — it plays pranks like this.
[Gradually, the weight to her words lightens a bit: she makes an aggrieved face.] Hmm. Speaking of, we ought to bite the bullet, you and me. Else we'll be trapped in this damn elevator 'til kingdom come.
[ It's still weird to think about, that she's doing all these things she normally wouldn't partake in just to be able to get someplace here. If it means she can go back home at some point though, or at the very least, get more information about this place to be able to get back at it, then hopefully it will be worth it in the end. ]
It's not the worst prank, at least.
[ But, she is right. They ought to get on with it... Weiss lets out a soft laugh. ]
Right. So, are you capable of being cute when you want to be?
[At Weiss’ question, Fang approaches her with languid grace, resting a hand on the wall beside Weiss’ head and leaning forward. With the same unrushed deliberateness, she places two fingers under the smaller woman’s chin, tilting her head upward.
She leans over, partially shielding them from the hungry eyes of the painting.]
I can manage being cute enough, if that’s your preference.
[Her smile comes, slow and pleased, mostly with herself.]
[ It's a quick shift in the mood, and even though Weiss asked, almost as if demanding that Fang be that witty and charming lady she met the first time a month or so ago?
This renders her speechless. Colour fills her cheeks as she finds herself staring, but her state of fluster only lasts for a few seconds. Weiss, fortunately, manages to right herself. ]
That was one of the stipulations. [ In getting out of here. So even if this is an act, or if this is a side of her that's actually real, Weiss welcomes it. She can be just as cute, too. ] I'd say you're doing much better now.
[If Fang's little half-smirk widens at Weiss' blush, she won't admit to it openly. With careful tenderness, she brushes a lock of hair behind Weiss' ear, then glances over to the painting.]
You hear that? I'm doing better. You better let us out after this, else I'm gonna make a bonfire out of you.
[The threat is delivered casually, but there is something about the tone that suggests dead seriousness. That done, she turns back to Weiss, then dips her head to meet her in a kiss that is slow but nonetheless sensual.]
[ Tough girl and a charmer. Weiss had a feeling. Nothing wrong with it, though. Maybe another time, she can drag Fang out somewhere to get to know her better. Following their own terms, of course. None of that being stuck in places...
Fang turns back to Weiss after giving the painting a threat. Blue eyes meet Fang's for a second until any distance they have between them is gone. Weiss' lips are taken, kissed, and she closes her eyes in response as she returns the kiss. Much as she wants to get out of here quickly, the way she kisses Fang is slow and gentle, a little experimental as she follows the other woman's lead. ]
Testing the food— Oh! [ She looks pretty surprised upon realising what it means, and all she can offer to that is: ] What a brave soul.
[ Seriously. No sarcasm there. And she'll keep that bit about the Red Cardinal in mind, for sure. ]
I guess we can go back now. [ The limited space means only one person can stand up at the same time, and she waits for him before getting back up. The offered hand is nice, and she takes the help, dusting off her skirt once she's standing again. ] Hopefully we can breeze through the rest and no one has to get punished.
[ And with that, she pushes the door open, her arm going up to cover her eyes for a second or two as she gets used to the light again. One of the staff is still watching them from a distance, to which she just rolls her eyes before plopping back on her seat. ]
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[ Weiss is flushed, but not to the point where she doesn't have any bark left in her. Their eyes meet, finally, and for a good few moments, she also tries to take him all in.
Funny how this was all about the chips at first. She's certainly changed her mind now. He's hot, human, demon, whatever he might be. And who wouldn't want the attention of a king? It's intentional at this point, the way she tries to rile him up. The possessive growl is pretty hot, but maybe she can get a bit more...? ]
Definitely going to get rid of those marks later.
[ It's said to pose a challenge. Wouldn't he want to make sure she wouldn't be able to wipe it off with her Aura? Doesn't even matter where he bites next, at this point. ]
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I'm going to make sure you're unable to get rid of them. [He says, swallowing thickly, voice low. This isn't him, isn't normally him, anyway. Something about the atmosphere, the way the demons are clamoring in him, making him almost dizzy.]
I'm going to mark you so everyone knows you're mine.
[Whoa, that's definitely not him.]
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Are you mad?
[ Mad at her? Mad that she can actually heal her wounds and bruises in an instant? Not that they've talked about it in detail, just that she uses the manifestation of her soul to be able to do that. It's a nice little trick, and one that she never thought she could use in this way, holding it as leverage for more.
She laughs, soft and childlike, an innocence to it in that she really is enjoying this. This was an unexpected turn of events, and even Weiss didn't think she would enjoy teasing someone like this. It's making her feel light-headed, pleasure, excitement, bliss, and the heat she's feeling making her lose any common sense she has remaining. ]
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It's an alluring idea, and he bites down on the junction of her shoulder and neck, breaking the skin there. He said he wouldn't eat her, but it's hard to not find the allure to do so when red hot blood hits his tongue and he tastes magnetite so strongly from it.
It's unfortunate, then. It hazes his senses further, and his tongue laps against the area he's bitten eagerly.]
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[ Her voice is sharp when she cries out, writhing, pushing him, and squirming to be let go. It's a sudden rush that sends blood back to her head, the pleasant haze she's been experiencing immediately disappearing as if it was never there.
It stings. Even though Weiss did push him to this point, she certainly doesn't see it as any reason to actually hurt her! Little dots of red line her neck like jewels alongside the bruises he's made, but these are not gems she's proud to wear on her neck. Or anywhere else. ]
Don't do that!
[ She just wanted to have some fun why is he this way... She doesn't even look mad. Yet. There's legitimate concern in her expression that shows he crossed a line. Then again... so did she. ]
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Which, unfortunately is the same colour as his eyes right now, pupils catlike and dark as he watches her.]
Can't handle it?
[He certainly sounds pleased with himself about it. Like he's aware he definitely crossed a line, but thinks nothing of it.]
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[ He has every right to be pleased, it seems. She's offended that he would even think that, and that's somehow overridden any worry and fear she may have had from that bite. ]
That was nothing!
[ She says it indignantly, placing her palm over the sore spots for a moment so she can concentrate her Aura on there. It takes a few seconds for the bruises and wounds to heal, but when she puts her hand down, it's as if he'd never even done anything to her. ]
But if you think you're getting any more out of me if do anything worse than that, then you're dead wrong, "Your Majesty".
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Makes sense, if it's part of her soul, and it makes sense that he'd like to consume it, as a demon.]
So you're saying you don't mind bleeding a little, then?
[One hand lets go of her so that he can wipe at his mouth, only to lick that same blood off his hand.]
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[ Would she have been okay with it if he hadn't licked the blood off his hand? Maybe. ]
I'm saying I can handle it, not that I like it. At least make me feel good if you're going to bite that hard.
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[He doesn't really see it as such, because to him, eating her would involve a lot more unpleasant things. This is only it by the barest of definitions, in his opinion. In that the blood is hers and he licked it up.]
How would you like me to make you feel good, then?
[He's open to suggestion, so long as it lets him get his teeth back on her. For now, it's just his lips as he leans in to mouth against her throat again with kisses that seem almost apologetic.]
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[ This boy is teetering on thin ice. He better make it up to her after all this, or else she really is shoving him off.
(Isn't it a good thing this girl is thirsty. . .)
She remains indignant for now, if a little pouty. His mouth against her throat gets her to shudder unintentionally, back to being tense compared to how relaxed she was earlier. He really has a lot of making up to do, and that includes getting her to warm up to him again. The kisses are working, albeit slowly. He's going to have to do more than that. ]
You're lucky you're pretty cute.
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[A far cry from how he was when they first started talking and interacting less than 20 minutes ago? 25, if they're generous?
He uses the hand he'd licked her blood up from to brush a thumb gently at her lower lip as he continues to mouth against her neck. He's not biting or leaving bruises this time, at least not yet. She wants him to make it up to her, and she's leaving him to figure out how.
It's a big ask, considering the fact that they have only known each other such a little amount of time.
The hand supporting her gives the backs of her thighs a gentle squeeze.]
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[ Though that may be subject to change. Right now, she's not too excited to compliment him any further than that after what he just did. Weiss is not that forgiving.
But she is learning. He hasn't completely killed the mood, at least, leaving her to close her eyes and at least trust he wouldn't do anything like that again. Instincts tell her to try and relax, mouth opening a little more with the weight on her lip like that. Her tongue brushes against it ever so slightly that if he wasn't paying attention, he would have missed it. ]
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[He says with a soft chuckle against her skin. Honestly, he's not offended by her saying it so crassly. He did bite her hard enough to make her bleed, and he figures it's a fair enough payback.
Even if he does think she deserved it, at least a little.
The trust is rewarded, for what it's worth. He still doesn't bite, but the tongue against his thumb is noted, noted enough that the quick, barely there action sends another shiver down his spine.
Is it rude then, that he presses his thumb a little more firmly? A suggestion more than anything else, and she's free to make her displeasure about it known if it isn't something she wants. She's already made it clear in the past where her limits are, so surely if this is one he'll know about it soon.]
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She's so, so tempted to bark back and get angry, and the way her body tenses, shoulders hiking up for a second, as she makes a noise of protest is indication of a retort. But she bites it down, huffing in frustration instead.
It does bring his thumb into her mouth in an awkward fashion, but she fixes it for him, swirling her tongue around it, lifting it to slightly push it back out. Only to purse her lips up and bring it back in, sucking on it lightly. ]
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He really does think he's about to get it for real this time with the way she tenses up and the way her shoulders pull back, but then all she does is give an indignant huff, and while she doesn't relax back against him again, she does suck and swirl her tongue around his finger.
She's rewarded with another soft groan, and on another lick, he gently presses his thumb against her tongue, just a little bit of pressure to encourage more of the action as he slowly brings his teeth back into the foray. Very, very gently, the barest hint of any sort of pressure on his bites really, and he makes it a point to lick and kiss the spots he chooses after.]
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His finger doesn't get bitten, though. In fact, Weiss plays with it with her tongue some more. A salty sort of treat, sucking on it like candy. It provides an ample distraction from any pain she's anticipating to feel, even if her teeth to graze against his thumb for a second or two. ]
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An idle thought passes of what else she could possibly be doing instead with her mouth and tongue, but for the confidence he has, it's still not anywhere near enough to suggest especially when shes already upset with him. Is she still upset? It's hard to tell at this point. She doesn't seem upset, anyway.
(He has no clue that yes, she is in fact, still upset.)
His breath hitches gently as her teeth connect with his thumb, however gently. Maybe a little hint that getting him back via biting would probably just encourage him, unfortunately.
Though he doesn't quite respond in kind, instead nuzzling against her and inhaling sharply. There's still the faint smell of her blood there, but also that of her and her magnetite and what feels like a dozen other scents she carries that he's likely only picking up because he's a demon now.
It makes him groan again, still soft, still breathy, and this time when he bites it's more firm, just under her ear, but still nothing as bruising as it had been earlier. ]
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The next time she breathes out through her mouth, it's heavy, her voice slightly strained. It seems the spot under her ear is more sensitive than her neck, getting her to squirm just a little and even flex her fingers that are on his chest. ]
Mm, hey... [ This is taking a step further, but hell, Weiss doesn't want to think about it now. She'll figure it out later. His finger is still in her mouth, tongue swirling around it as she maneuvers it around as she speaks. ] Is that all you're ever going to do with your mouth?
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[Because she's made it clear that they won't be going to a room, or at least, that she doesn't intend to go to a room. And that... means that putting his mouth anywhere else is likely going to be met with reprimand.
He pulls his thumb from her mouth, dragging it down her lip and to her chin. ]
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[ Yes, she is making him remember on his own. The one about going somewhere private. He's smart enough, he can figure it out. ]
I changed my mind.
[ And yes, she is making it very clear by the way she is pouting at him that she's not going to say what she means out loud. ]
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[He absolutely catches on quick enough, kisses under her ear because why not, they're still in the same position they were.]
Want me to carry you to a room? It'd be romantic.
[And his voice is so very, very sweet when he says that, though unfortunately it's pretty obvious he's teasing when he chuckles shortly after.]
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[ But he's definitely more than welcome to carry her. Girl likes to be treated like a princess. ]
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He pulls away from her first, and admittedly the cool air suddenly between them is a bit of a surprise, but not one that's stopping him from once more shifting her in his hold, one arm going to her knees and the other to brace her back as he lifts her, and does it with ease.
He's still grinning as he walks with her, and he leans in, kisses her cheek like this is something incredibly romantic.
Thankfully for the both of them, there's a room not too far away, and he taps his watch against it to pay, because he's playing the part of gentleman.]
You're sure you're okay with this?
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[ That made no sense at all. But it will happen. She will see to it. ]
But, I did change my mind. [ Evidenced by her arms around his neck now. ] I think I deserve to have some fun after everything I've gone through lately.
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[He still has zero inclination to eat her. Taste, yes, eat, no. Of course that does involve maybe consuming a little more blood, but mostly he's interested in that Aura of hers right now.
He'll lay her, on the bed. And hover over her, and stay there for the moment.]
... Hey. How far did you want this to go?
[Just so he knows what it is to expect. This is a boundary he absolutely doesn't want to overstep.]
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[ She's so threatening.
She looks a lot smaller on the bed like this, with him hovering over him. She doesn't look particularly intimidated, but his question does give her pause. ]
Can we... not go all the way? [ God, she can't believe she's saying this. This is embarrassing, and he better not laugh at her. ] I don't think I'm ready for that just yet.
[ Despite the innocence she holds, though, she isn't really all that pure. Not in the way that she'd like to appear, anyway. ]
I'll use my mouth if I have to.
[ Get him off, she means. ]
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[Kazuya flushes a brilliant red colour when she says that she'll use her mouth on him, and honestly, he had been thinking about it, about her tongue doing to him what it'd been doing to his thumb while it had been in her mouth.
Kazuya inhales sharply, but shakes his head.]
Don't worry about me if you're not comfortable with it. It's not like I can't just take care of it myself.
[He doesn't want her to feel obligated in anyway. Not that he thinks she would be, but he wants to make sure.]
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[ It's nice he's being considerate of her now, considering what he was saying a while ago about making her his and all that stuff. There's a part of her that feels offended that he'd leave here without her being able to... satisfy him, more because of course she can do it, but she makes no mention of it. ]
I guess you do have what it takes to be a king, after all.
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It... makes him feel better, actually. To have someone completely not in the know say something. All she knows is that he's the King of Demons.
There's no humanity left in him, but comments like that make it a little easier to bear.]
Gotta say, you'd be putting the crown on me yourself if you'd seen the other demons in the running.
[Demons who are very much still present inside him, but they're thankfully quiet for the moment. He leans in, presses his forehead to hers, grinning. One eye turns back to blue from where it'd been red in that moment.]
They'd be far, far more willing to eat you.
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[ Because what the hell man. You can't just drop a line like that all of a sudden? It certainly sends a chill down her spine, and not in a good way. His eye turning red doesn't make things any better, either. For once, she felt actual fear for a second.
Weiss truly does hate appearing vulnerable in front of others, though. Despite the position they're in, she keeps her chin up. Their foreheads are pressed together, their faces so close, so she doesn't need to make her voice so loud. ]
I doubt you'd let that happen, anyway. Who are you going to bite if they eat me?
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I consumed all of the other demons that were in the running for being king of all demons. They're part of me now. But as for who I'd bite if you did get eaten... I'm sure I could find someone else around here. Maybe not as tasty though.
[But! He did catch that quick scent of fear, and he doesn't want to make her afraid. So it's time to do something incredibly silly, and kiss the tip of her nose. Just something to hopefully make it obvious that he's not about to pull a fast one on her and actually try to eat her.]
Would you feel better if you were on top?
[Because he does kind of have her pinned underneath him, and that's gotta be some sort of intimidating, right?]
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[ But she's not too bothered by it now. It's more of an exaggeration than anything else, because it's not like anything worse can happen now, right? She only lets out a soft laugh, before she shakes her head to answer the question. ]
Not right now, no.
[ Maybe another time. At least, that's certainly what she's implying here. ]
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[If he ruins the mood constantly, then neither of them can make excruciatingly bad decisions because they're solely in hornybrain mode! He's helping. Weiss does not want to get bit hard enough to bleed again, right?
Like he's still not hard in his pants, despite everything.
Another kiss, this time to her lips that's incredibly fleeting as he kisses down her jaw, her neck, to her sternum. Hopefully this is done before she gets upset with him again.
As for his hands... Well, he only needs one to balance himself, really. The other finds it's way to her thigh where he gives a gentle squeeze.]
Feel free to pinch me if I overstep.
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Laying in bed, her back against the mattress, she can raise her knee, resting her foot on the mattress. He can touch her more— he's practically giving him open permission. The skirt of her dress slips down, barely any cloth covering her thigh anymore. ]
You're not just going to get pinched if you do.
[ But for now? She has no complaints. He's treating her well, getting her blood pumping, exciting her once again. ]
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So he's really just working it out as he goes! Please be kind, because the problem he immediately comes up against is her dress. Does he pull it down to plant more kisses like he's seen? Or is it better to pull it off and up, leaving her more or less entirely exposed?
What a conundrum.
Kazuya settles for adjusting and tugging the shoulder straps down so that he can pull her dress down, at least for the moment, so he can continue kissing lower and lower, sucking a little trail of red marks to the top of her breasts as his hand slowly rubs circles higher and higher up her thigh until it meets more cloth.]
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Weiss can't even come up with something smart or sarcastic to say about how confused he looked with regard to her dress. While she invited him to do more with her mouth, his lips trailing downwards surprise her more than it should.
Her back arches ever so slightly, all the while her skin feels like it's on fire. Her chest definitely appreciates the attention, especially when she's never felt anything like this before. Kazuya's doing a good job of making her discover things she likes, even unintentionally.
As for her own hands, well... it wouldn't be fair if she kept it to herself now, would it? She can't exactly reciprocate the gesture and touch him or pepper kisses along his neck, but she can at least weave her fingers into his hair. ]
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The fingers threading in his hair make him hum slightly against her skin. Another interesting sensation, and one that he kind of finds he likes. There's a weight to her hands there that's comfortingly familiar, and he makes a pleased little sound as he decides that yes, that's not only good contact, but encouragement that he's doing something good.
If the way she presses into him is any indication, anyway.
And alright, cool. He's gotten to her breasts, and thankfully it seems... fairly straight forward? It's just more nipping, sucking, kissing, from what he understands, and even if all he has is some knowledge gleaned from adult videos online, it's still something.
So he tests, swirling his tongue around her nipple while looking upwards to see if it's a favourable reaction or not, and if she makes any noises because of it that are obviously of her liking it, he'll take the bud into his mouth and suck a little.]
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[ Favourable. Favourable. Definitely favourable. Weiss finds that it tickles, but at the same time, she likes it. She like it enough to want to watch and see what he's doing, her upper half practically exposed for him now. If he pulls her dress down some more or completely, he'd find a combination of burnt skin and a large scar just below her her right breast. Right now, she doesn't even realise the implications of what her body might look like to someone else. Not when she's at the edge of her seat with all this excitement.
Her nail lightly scratches his scalp, a gesture of encouragement more than anything else. God, this feels so hot, and she's enjoying all of it. Her nipples grow erect slowly with each passing swirl of his tongue, and him sucking elicits a hot and heavy sigh out of her. ]
That feels good.
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He wants more of those noises, and he does, indeed, pull her dress lower, revealing the scar and burnt skin and he only pauses momentarily before he kisses that too, runs his tongue along the edges of it. It's not like he doesn't have his own fair share of them, and he's certainly not about to judge her for having them. It's a neat little piece of her, and he can't help but wonder how she got it.
Which is more of an idle thought, maybe she'll tell him after they're done here. Right now he focuses on moving that hand on her upper thigh, running his fingers along the edges of her underwear teasingly.]
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You know...
[ Are they allowed to talk while his hands are all over her? She hopes so, because this is pretty important. And no, she isn't going to start yet another argument with him this time. ]
I don't think we've even introduced ourselves to each other.
[ Yet another shudder, squeezing her thighs together as a reflex. She's excited, despite how she acts. There's a bit of a damp spot already in her underwear, if he touched closer to that area. ]
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Did you want to? Or would you rather keep this completely anonymous for the time being?
[Either way, he's absolutely going to be pressing his thumb into that wet spot in a moment, because that's the name of the game. He's just not so crass as to immediately go for it when he's heard all about how the build up is important for girls.
So he teases the edge of her underwear, stroking along her inner thighs a few times once she finally relaxes enough to part them... And then he goes for it, a light pressure as he rubs his thumb against the wetness there. It's new, it's novel. He did this. She's wet because of him.
To be fair, he's also hard because of her, and his pants are incredibly uncomfortable, but he did mean it when he said he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.]
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[ This boy couldn't woo her if he tried. And yet, here she is in bed with him.
What confidence she may have had right then fades though. She huffs out a soft laugh as she closes her eyes. His touch burns, like his hand could make a mark on her thighs just by touching them. He isn't even being forceful or anything, and yet. Here she is, legs spread, her hips rolling to follow his touch. Just once, mind, as if she's testing the waters, too.
... is this going to feel better when it's someone else doing it? She hopes to find out. ]
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I don't mind being called that at all, you know. [At least, in this sort of context because it does send pleased little notes from his brain all the way down his spine, a little recognition of who and what he is.]
But I'll give you a choice: Do you want my human name? Or my demon name?
[He's teasing, and though he does detest being called Abel, maybe this might help put that name in new light, if that's the option she chooses.]
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[ No, that's a lie. She's a suck up if it's someone of authority whom she respects. For those who just want to lord their titles and power of her, though? She'll do just about everything she can to defy them. ]
I'll stick with your human name...
[ If he ever told her his demon name though, and he pissed her off? You can bet what she's going to use.
Her voice trails off into a hum, eager, pleased, encouraging. Something in her throbs, and she rolls her hips once more to press her core against his hand. Even through the fabric of her underwear, the weight feels good. It feels like she has butterflies in her stomach right now. ]
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[And with that, he moves his head so that he can lavish that same attention he'd already given her one breast to the other, though this time he's not completely above sucking a bruise into it, just above her nipple, nipping the spot afterwards with an incredible amount of self satisfaction.
That one will stay there for a bit, he figures.
At least, it will if he distracts her from it, and he certainly fully intends too as he slips his hand under the fabric of her panties to feel her in full, to thumb against her clit in slow, wide strokes.]
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Asta.
[ That's all she manages to breathe out, the stimulation she's feeling far too distracting to even say anything more. She'd committed to giving a fake name, so she does. But with her brain going haywire, she doesn't get to introduce herself properly.
A hand flies to cover her mouth and stifle any more noises she might make, because she doesn't want to be loud. They might be in private, but she doesn't want to lose her poise, regardless.
How vulnerable she is now that she can't even try and remain calm. Her piercing gaze from earlier is gone, eyes wide and shining blue, looking straight at him as if to ask for more. Keep going, more. For once, he wouldn't hear words of protest, only beckoning him to continue. With her eyes, with how her clit responds, throbbing at his touch, with how wet she continues to grow from his touch. ]
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He groans softly then, around her. Again, Kazuya preens under the knowledge that he did this to her, and while it's not something he'd really think of otherwise, in this moment it's all he can think about.
He pulls his hand away so he can hike up her dress further and bring his body lower, low enough he can press more kisses into the insides of her thighs, teases higher and higher with his tongue until he's pressing it at her through her underwear.
He's not sure what he really expected taste-wise, but it's honestly not bad.]
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[ Her exclamation is not protest, but it must have sounded like it. Both her hands fly to her mouth now, all because of his lips burning invisible marks onto her thighs, the feeling bound to stay there for some time. It'll be something she'll be reminded of later on. Dragging his tongue right by her entrance is what gets her to squeak like that, but she quickly shakes her head.
Please ignore her. She's. . . going through A Lot right now.
Is she supposed to feel conscious about this? She doesn't know, but she certainly didn't think that he would do something like this, either! She took a bath, she smells nice enough, at least... she thinks so, anyway. As for how she tastes. . . that's just something he'd have to decide for himself.
But she does think she has to get back at him after this. Return the favour, so to speak. ]
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He massages her thighs with both of his hands this time, running them higher and higher until he catches the waistband with his fingers and tugs, like he means to remove them. Eventually, anyway.
He watches her with one blue eye and one red eye and has grin that's wide and toothy. ]
Oh yeah, I forgot. You don't want to be eaten.
[ He's amused, and it's obvious. ]
My hands fine, then?
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[ Oh no. No, no. Why did she say that? Was he not going to continue, then?
She shakes her head a couple of times in disbelief, her expression practically asking him if he's serious.
She's stunned. She can't even speak for a good few seconds, unsure if she should even say anything about him using his mouth on her anymore. That would be a bit desperate, wouldn't it? ]
... You can do what you want.
[ And boy, does she sound disappointed. ]
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Well, I'm not going to do something you dislike so much.
[ He is being such an ass right now. He's very much aware of it.
Kazuya gives a tug again, a little bit of magic, and Asta will find that her underwearare very much suddenly off her body and in his hands. Hope she's not too self-conscious.
The temptation to toss them to the floor is real, but he resists, setting them off to the side on the bed itself.]
Unless you tell me that's what you want.
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[ He really is being an ass. She's sooo frustrated, even moreso at herself for still being turned on regardless. She never gave much thought about her turn-ons, when she's never been in a situation like this before. The discoveries she's making sure are embarrassing ones...
She squeezes her legs together— rather, she tries to, but with someone in between them, her thighs can't exactly cover her pussy. It remains exposed, a wet sheen over her entrance, and her clit swollen. Her face is so flush as she looks at him—glares at him as if she were intimidating. ]
Maybe... Maybe I changed my mind, too. About... what I said.
[ Ugh... she's already in such an embarrassing situation. There is crying her way out of here, or strangling him, or... lowering her pride. Would he really give her what she wanted if she asked for it properly? She looks conflicted for a good while before her expression softens. There is an attempt to squeeze her legs shut again, thighs moving ever so slightly inward. ]
... Please.
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I guess that's good enough for me.
[Also, like, she did say please, in that small little voice with her face flushed so pretty and her thighs squeezing against him gently. It's enough for him, and he'll lower himself back down, moving both hands to either of her thighs to open her up a little more and make it easier for him to slot his tongue against her core and slowly lick at the wetness accumulated around her pussy.
He can taste her in full now, and he finds that while he hadn't minded the taste of her before, through her underwear, he really, really doesn't mind it now. It sparks a pleasant little shock down his spine and into his gut.]
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And yet, here she is, with her heart racing. She can hear the thump, thump, thumping when she closes her eyes to try and push away the thoughts of frustration building up. He might really get strangled if she doesn't calm herself down, if she doesn't concentrate on the better parts of what is happening. She's not sure why she feels so flustered and turned on at the same time, but she figures she may as well figure it out later on.
Focus on the better parts. ]
Oh— [ Her hands cover her mouth once more. Her toes curl inward. Her whole body tenses up, back arching slightly.
Kazuya would have more to lick, more to taste, more to drink. Weiss—rather, Asta—can only get wetter if he continues. It feels like such a small gesture, yet Weiss feels it all—senses it all. Every little thing he could do to her feels heightened right now, but when it's only just started again, she can't let herself relax too. He just might take it away from her again all of a sudden. ]
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There's really no threat of him suddenly stopping again, if the way he presses the flat of his tongue against her, the way he licks her clit is any indication.
Does he know what he's doing? Only a little bit! But Kazuya knows by now if she wants something she'll... tell him, even if it's in a round about way. ]
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She lets him continue, laying there, any sounds escaping her, whether whimpers or moans muffled by her hands. She tries to keep it down, at least at the start. But when the pressure in her keeps building up, her clit throbbing wildly, desperate for more, she can't help but call his name. ]
Kazuya— mm! [ That slipped out. She did not want to say his name at all, especially after all that teasing. (Oops.) ]
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(In the very, very back of his head, he tells himself firmly that this will not be the subject of a fantasy at a later point, because that would absolutely be weird and maybe a little creepy. The demons sure argue for it, though.)
Anyway, he really, really wants to do this right. He's never done it before, but he's seen videos online and there is an unfortunate amount of demons who actually know what he should be doing in this situation.
This time, he listens to them. To a point, anyway.
He wraps his lips around her clit, sucks on it slowly and brings a hand up so that he can gently tease a finger inside her carefully.]
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No one in this room would tell him what he's doing is wrong. Weiss doesn't know what "right" even is, in this case, and she certainly has no complaints with what he's doing.
The more he gives attention to her clit, the more it feels as if she's going to lose it. Her hips move, rolling forward to match how he sucks, needing and wanting more of what he can give her. It makes his finger slip inside a little better, her slick providing an easy way in with little resistance. How hot and wet she is, her inner walls so tight, gripping his finger so well.
Her breathing grows heavier, her voice getting louder as she moans. She's already forgotten his transgressions against her. While not forgiven, she certainly holds nothing against him at this time. ]
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That would mean taking his hands off her though, and he finds he can't bring himself to do that. Asta comes first, in this circumstance, pun not intended.
He rocks his hand against her, sucks and licks her clit, her pussy, anywhere there's wetness like she's a well in the desert.
One that sings so sweetly, at that.]
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Something for later. Much later, especially when her mind is too clouded and hazy to think of anything else. Kazuya is filling her head with nothing but greed. He's making her sing even though she's not on stage, his name sung in different tones and all sorts of melodies that she's never even tried before.
She's stopped looking, eyes completely shut as she faces sideways on the pillow, mouth agape and not even being covered anymore. It's the sheets one hand is focused on, gripping tightly, while the other weaves its fingers through his hair once more. Her hand does not guide him, but he might feel a bit of a push every so often as her hips roll forwards. She's being so greedy, taking his finger so well, but she gives back in turn with how wet she just keeps on getting, as if there's a leak, and her juices just keep rushing through. That is, until the pressure gets way too strong and the dam bursts. And with the way Kazuya is going, as if she was feeding him ambrosia, he just might get her there sooner than later. ]
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Too much, even, in an instant, he finds. Kazuya retracts his finger in favour of his tongue delving inside her deep and going right to the source. That same hand he retracted now strums against her clit instead in an unpracticed manner. There's really no rhythm too it, just whenever he remembers that he can move his hand he does.
It's a little distracting, the way she sings his name to the tune of the blood pounding so loudly in his ears. ]
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Her back arches, feet planting firmly against the mattress as she squirms. Breathing becomes a bit more challenging now, and he would her hear pant in between moans as he brings her closer and closer... ]
Kazuya, Kazuya, I'm- [ Oh, if he ever wanted to bully her again in this way, she would begrudgingly say yes. Her thighs twitch, legs try to close themselves, hips move to try and chase the pleasure. It's almost as if her entire body is being electrocuted from the sudden jerking movements she's making. The tingling sensation in her gets stronger and stronger, and she can't even force herself to suppress it.
She doesn't scream or let out a really loud moan or anything when she does reach her climax. Her movements still, all of a sudden, and her breathing stills, calm like a warm summer day. It feels as if she's forgotten her words, unable to even think clearly at this time. ]
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And he continues licking her, not quite clueing into what's happened because he would have assumed she'd have been louder because the girls in the videos are always so loud...
So until she shoves him off, he's thinking he needs to step up his game, lick her harder, do more.
(He's probably about to get smacked.)]
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[ She's far too calm to smack him for now. Happy isn't even the right word for it, but she is pleased nonetheless. She does try and catch his attention by tugging on his hair a little.
Then, a whimper. ]
Too much...
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It's only now that he's pulled away does his body seem to remember how to function, and his breath hitches, then comes fast, like it's catching up all at once. ]
Too much?
[ Does not compute, and he even looks confused, face wet and slick with her juices. ]
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[ Her voice comes off a little lazy, as if she'd just woken up. It hasn't even registered to her that he doesn't know that she came. Can't exactly start shouting when you live in a dorm room in school when you're doing stuff to yourself, after all!! She's had some Training in that aspect, at least. ]
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But Weiss makes things very hard for him, and Kazuya blinks after her, lowers his head to... kiss along her inner thigh again. Maybe she just wants more foreplay??? ]
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And so, she flicks his forehead with her hand. ]
I'm done!
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Kazuya pulls away at that, red and flushed but it's with just as much embarrassment as it is arousal... ]
Oh... I was expecting you to be louder.
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[ Besides... isn't being loud a turn off? ]
I'm not... [ Ugh, she doesn't want to talk about this. She's going sit up and chuck the pillow she was using right at him. ]
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Kazuya is hit pretty directly, and he still! Doesn't understand. If she came, why is he being hit!!! ]
I'm... sorry?
[ He hedges, uncertainly though he has no clue what he did wrong. ]
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I thought it was embarrassing enough.
[ Her hair is a mess, her bangs stuck to her forehead from the sweat. She doesn't seem all too upset, at least. But that's mostly thanks to him gsdfkagf ]
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Um. I don't think it would be embarrassing...? I think the sounds you were making were really nice. So if you were louder it'd mean you were enjoying it more?
[ Like he's not an incredibly quiet person himself... ]
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[ Better remember this day, Kazuya. This is the most vulnerable you're going to see Weiss in a while. ]
... even if I wasn't loud.
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[Hold up. Kazuya sort of sits a little straighter, looking a little more excited. Just ignore the wetness still clinging to his face. It's fine.]
I was really, really worried I'd be bad at it, since I'd never done it before.
[Okay, literal inner demons. You can have this W.]
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[ That was already a lot to admit out loud!!! ]
You should probably wipe your mouth, though.
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Sorry...
[He's doing his best. His best involves squirming a little, because, well. Someone is still very hard and uncomfortable in his pants, and he's not sure how polite it is to get up to go beat it in a bathroom somewhere alone, or if he should just ignore it and keep a polite conversation.]
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... but she does crawl a little closer to him. She's still on all fours as she looks up at him, scrutinising his expression for a moment. ]
Are you going to be loud when I use my mouth?
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Weiss crawls closer, and Kazuya leans back and away, though makes no move to actually move himself because yeah, maybe his dick does twitch a little in his pants when she asks that, because the though to anyone using their mouth on him is a little...
Well. He's never actually considered it for anything more than some jerk off sessions in the bathroom at home.]
Um... You don't... have to use your mouth?
[He's said this already.]
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[ mfw someone is refusing to get blown ]
Fine. I'll use my hands.
[ If this guy thinks he can get her off and get away with it, he's got another thing coming. (Why does this sound like a bad thing?) ]
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You don't have to do that either!
[He's just trying to be polite about it!]
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[ Now she's just offended. ]
I let you- I let you do things to me!
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I- I don't want you to feel forced to do anything you might not want to do?
[And he's never been in this situation before!!! Who just offers to blow someone!?]
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[ If she was being forced to do anything, she would have kicked him by now and put her clothes back on!
She crawls a little closer. ]
You have a beautiful lady naked in front of you, wanting and willing to please you.
[ Closer, until her hands are on his thighs and their faces are almost touching. ]
So, I'll ask again: are you going to be loud when I use my mouth?
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Kazuya swallows, and there's nowhere for him to really lean back to, without him falling back on the bed entirely. She's so close now, and she asks that again and he flushes red down his neck and almost to his chest.
He's straining against his pants by this point, and her body hovering over him is not helping. Neither are the hands on his hips.]
Do you want me to be?
[Because by his very nature he isn't loud. But also, he's never had someone suck him off before, so.]
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[ Weiss is at least gracious in that aspect. This is her first time too, after all.
But since it sounds like he's complying? She is going to make him do something else. ]
Stand up. Take your pants off.
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He genuinely thought either he was going to pull down his pants just enough to free his dick or she was, but now he's being told to stand, and Kazuya hesitates a little as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pants.
Somehow, this is the most awkward thing he has ever done. He inhales, and pushes them down, and his face is incredibly red because now it's obvious just how hard he is, straining at his boxers with a small little wet mark from his pre giving everything away.]
Um...
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She sits at the edge of the bed, waiting and watching, eyes taking him all in once more as he takes his pants off. It does feel awkward, but Weiss somehow finds solace in the fact that this is his first time, too. It's supposed to be awkward, isn't it? ]
Funny, [ She is on her knees as she reaches for his chest, letting her hands get a feel of him again. Scrawny or not, her small hands on him should still do something, she thinks. ] What happened to your confidence?
[ How the turn tables...
She lets her hands splay downward, one hand pausing just by his hip, while the other goes even lower, palming his erection over his underwear. It's wet. It's... also pretty hot. Weiss has no idea what to expect here, but she'll try and enjoy it. ]
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[But also, with someone touching him like that. He's unused to it, and goosebumps are the immediate reaction she gets as she touches him once more.
And maybe he's anticipating a little too much, because he's watching her hands with rapt attention, the way one lingers on his hip and the other--
Kazuya inhales sharply as she palms him through his underwear. The first thing he notices is that it is not remotely the same as doing it to himself. His mouth opens and closes several times, there's several starts at him saying something, but in the end, he just chooses to ball his fists at his sides and keep his mouth shut.]
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[ Because boy, you might not get what you want if you don't have the confidence. Generally speaking, of course! That's Weiss' advice to him for now, to build his confidence because no one likes a pushover?? Even though she was annoyed as hell earlier, there was also something about that confidence of his that was attractive.
But she'd rather die than tell him that. ]
Are you going to tell me something?
[ She strokes him through the thin cloth, splaying her palm against his erection, making sure he can feel the weight and heat of her hand. He doesn't even seem like he needs help with getting more turned on, but Weiss honestly wants to... learn a little more, too. ]
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There is nowhere polite for him to put his hands, and that makes it even harder]
Like...?
[Asta said she was going to suck him off. He just assumes that's the normal course of things? Forget that he was incredibly rude when he teased her earlier...]
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[ But she decides that's enough of that. At least on her end, anyway. Her eyes focus on what's literally in front of her rather than giving him more attention and looking at him as they talk.
Her fingers slip into the waistband of his boxers, one hand pulling from the side while the other pulls from the front. If his cock springs free from this, then great. She wasn't planning on pulling it down all the way, anyway.
Though admittedly, she also didn't have plans on what to do upon seeing an actual dick. For a few good seconds, Weiss has to stare. Not gawk, mind. But she has to figure out how she's going to get this in her mouth. Maybe it doesn't have to be the whole thing? Can people even do that? Something to figure out later. For now, she takes his length into her hand, wrapping those small and dainty fingers around it for starters. ]
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It doesn't help he stares, and Kazuya looks away, hands still very firmly clenched at his sides. It also has the effect of making him inhale sharply, unable to stop the small twitch of his hips into her hand as she wraps her hands around him.]
Oh.
[He breathes out the breath he'd been stuck on slowly. It's... a very good feeling. Her hands are so warm...
It makes it a little more embarrassing as more pre starts collecting at the tip of his cock just from that.]
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[ Wanting and willing as she may be, she's not knowledgeable about how to please someone. So, she hopes he'd actually tell her and give her cues if there's anything he wants.
Now, she leans in, not even stroking him yet or anything. Rather, she gives his crown a lick, the tip of her tongue having a taste. But it doesn't feel like it does anything? At least, not to her... So she opens her mouth a little more, letting the flat of her tongue have a pass at the head of his cock. She gets to taste him, but makes no noise of protest nor approval from it. Instead, she brings herself even closer, stroking him with her hand as she opens her mouth and takes the tip in to give it a suck.
Ah- she has no idea what she's doing, but the books she's read did describe things in this way. ]
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[It's the first certain thing he's said so far. And probably the last because while he can keep himself from bucking against her mouth at the investigatory lick, and even at the second more confident one, her stroking makes his cock twitch, and Kazuya makes a noise very near to a whimper as she strokes him with her hand and sucks on the tip of his cock.
The one of the hands balled at his side immediately comes up to his mouth, and he bites down hard on it to try and keep himself in line, and he inhales sharply through his nose.]
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See, Weiss would roll her eyes and bark back, but maybe she can just tease him about it another time. Her mouth is already busy elsewhere, after all.
It's new, and Weiss doesn't really know what to make of it just yet, but she's committed to get him off. And with him not saying anything, it does seem like she can keep going. Her tongue swirls around his head as she keeps her mouth on him, sucking on him and spreading a mix of his pre and her own saliva around his head. Each time she bobs her head down and takes him in is accompanied by a stroke of his cock, slowly finding a rhythm without taking too much of him just yet.
But the more Weiss continues, the more her confidence grows. She closes her eyes and lets her instincts take over, pushing herself just a little more as she takes in another inch, playful licks and swirls of the tongue as she blows him. ]
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Kazuya bites his hand harder as she toys with him, sucks on him and strokes him in tandem. This is all just on the head of his cock too, what would it feel like when she took more of him in her mouth?
He finds out shortly after wondering, and another whimper escapes, hips twitching forward just barely, just barely restrained. She's doing nothing to help the heat in his gut, the way he feels tight inside.
Except he can't just cum so fast, so easily. From what he understands of Asta, she would never let him hear the end of it. So he bites down on his hand harder, something to dull the pleasure he feels into something more manageable.
He tastes blood. Thinks nothing of it. It'll heal in short order anyway, there's no reason to care. No reason to think beyond the immediate that is her mouth on him.]
Y-Yeah...
[He says. Quiet, breathy.]
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[ That was sudden! Her eyes jolt open as she slows down, looking up at him. She doesn't look angry, at the very least, more surprised by him moving like that. It was as if it was going to reach the back of her throat, and that would not have been pleasant. At least, she doesn't think so...
But it seems he does like what she's doing, which means she's doing a good job. Does she take more, then? Maybe just a little bit, opening her mouth a little more to do so. Drool drips down the length of his cock, coating her fingers with it which somehow helps when she works him up further. This time, she keeps her eyes open and looks at him, almost as if she's telling him to keep his eyes on her, too.
She's got his dick in her mouth and she's on her knees for him with nothing else on. Should he look at her, just like what she wants, she'll look away as her eyes squint, almost as if that made her smile. And as she adds more fervour to how she strokes him, he just might realise that she would be smiling if she could. She's finding a rhythm here, and despite the saltiness, there's something about hearing his breathlessness and him slowly losing it that is absolutely encouraging. ]
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He's absolutely looking at her, the side of his hand still in his mouth as he resists the call to be louder. Why? Why would he muffle himself when he'd told her he thinks it'd have been hot if she were louder?
Slowly he removes his hand, lets it fall back down to his side and lets the few drops of blood from where he'd broken his own skin drip into the carpet where they only stay briefly before disappearing into black smoke. Kazuya tries, tries to catch her eyes as he places his other hand on her head for the need to hold onto something. Anything as his jaw hangs.
He's losing it a little faster than slowly, and the next sound that comes out is a long groan that hitches in the middle as she finds a rhythm, is rewarded for that by the taste of more pre dribbling out of the tip of his cock and onto her tongue.]
Asta... S'good.
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It's slow how she does it— how she pulls her mouth away after swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. Her hand stays where it is, having him in his grip without pumping. She looks up, looking a bit more flustered than before. ]
... so. That's not my real name.
[ She thought it would be funny to make up some name! She would have even said the whole thing: Asta Myrten. You know, like her sword, Myrtenaster. And yet, here she is, looking back at her past decisions and kicking herself for it. She likes her name! And she certainly would have liked it if it was used in that manner!
Gurl fucked up. ]
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Yeah?
[There's a needy tone to his voice, and it's clear he's not upset. He doesn't have the mind to be upset right now, and honestly, wouldn't be upset to begin with even if he had his normal faculties.
He breathes out hard, slowly winds his fingers through her hair though doesn't demand her mouth back on him as much as he wants to.]
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It's Weiss.
[ One last look, before she closes her eyes as she takes him in again. She's starts off slow, as if she's starting all over again and getting him worked up. His fingers in her hair spreads warmth all the way down to her toes, letting the hairs on her arm stand as it encourages her.
She starts pumping again at a slow pace as she bobs her head up and down, groaning every so often as she tastes him again, spreads his pre around his dick with her tongue, mixing it with her own spit. But she builds up, adds a bit more heat and fervour to her movements later on once she's found her rhythm again. Boy better remember her name, or else she's stopping altogether. ]
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His cock twitches in her mouth as she groans, the sound reverberating up into his belly where it feels like it stays just to kindle the rapidly growing warmth. He tries not to grip her hair too tightly, to move either her or his hips too much because he's trying to be polite, and he doesn't exactly know how hot it would be to have her gagging on him.
(Maybe a little hot, to have her pull away to breathe, to have a thin trail of saliva connecting her and his cock--)]
Weiss... [See? He remembers, calls her name in a low, heated tone as her rhythm kicks up and steadies. He tugs her hair, just a little, as he winds his fingers through it more completely.]
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The way his cock twitches in her mouth gets her to wonder— what would it be like if he was the one who moved, used her mouth like a pussy. But it's a thought that slips out of her head easily, more focused on getting him off with what she's doing now than anything else.
Maybe if she were here in this place longer, if she learned a few more things and became a bit more open, then. . . then maybe. She'd want to try that out, too.
As it is, she's in no rush to get all wild, but she does add a few more moans every now and then. It should be hot when it sounds like she's enjoying it, right? She spurs him further, pumping faster, breathing through her nose so she wouldn't have to stop. ]
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He's never had fantasies like this before, but something tells him he's going to start. Especially her moaning, because it means that she's enjoying it too, that she likes doing this sort of thing, and... Maybe she'll do it again, if they're here long enough.
His breath catches at the thought, and his hips jerk a little more, and he hunches forward a bit as the telltale tightness in his gut starts forming. This will be the first time he's ever come with someone else and oh, he should probably warn her, right?]
H-hey. [He starts, fumbling for words with a particularly loud moan as her tongue strokes along somewhere particularly sensitive.] Where should I...?
[Cum. He's going to hold out as long as he can because he wants to chase this pleasure longer, but this is important information he should probably has before he just lets go in her mouth.]
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If she ever put two and two together, it would be much later. What he barely gets out is pushed aside in favour of using her tongue more, holding onto his cock a little more as she pumps and tries to put a bit of control into the situation.
His own jerking movements do not get her to stop, but become more aware of her environment. At least, for now. Would him bucking his hips into her mouth mean that he's getting close? She takes it as a good thing, adding a bit more pressure with her tongue, sucking harder as if asking him to give her more, his seed and what she'd do with it the last thing on her mind. ]
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He grips her hair a little more tightly, starts to cant his hips just barely into her mouth, testing to see how much she can take, how much she lets him give her. She's already eagerly sucking down so much of him, and his chest heaves with the heavy panting that comes, his jaw hanging open as he tilts his head back and moans her name again.]
Weiss... Please? Please.
[He's not above begging when her mouth is so hot and tight and euphoric around him, and the way her fist is wrapped around the base of his cock as she pumps him like she is eager for him to release into her mouth. He's close, he's so, so close and it didn't even take all that long.]
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He feels harder and hotter, when he pushes his cock further, brushing against her swollen wet lips. She's able to taste more of him, that saltiness, and something else that's foreign. Another time, she might think it unique— solely his. Solely hers at this moment in time, urging him, sucking on him, jacking him off.
Only when it feels like it's far too much for her, that he's far too deep that he might touch the back of her throat that she pulls her mouth away, compensating for her decision with bolder strokes. ]
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Coming- I'm- Weiss, Weiss, Weiss...
[That's all she's going to be getting from him as he moans,, loud and long and chants her name like a prayer. She wanted him to be loud, right? They'd had a brief conversation about it, about how he thought it'd have been nice to know and that if she'd been louder it would have meant she'd enjoyed it more, right?
He wants her to know he's enjoying it, enjoys it as he hits his release harder than he's ever, and it's thanks to her.]
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It's hot— not in the way that turns her on. At least, not that she thinks right now, anyway. It's hot, wet, and it feels as if her skin is burning just from the contact. It feels as if steam might just start rising from her body from what he's done— what he's done to her. ]
Ah- [ It's unintentional, but in a bid to catch her breath, she swallows. Everything happens all at the same time, that the way her eyes gradually widen feels like a flower blooming in the spring. An innocence so prominent, so painfully obvious. . . corrupted by a wave of heat. Or in this case, the king of demons standing right before her. ]
What...
[ Kazuya???? She's looking up at you in disbelief right now, almost as if she's going to cry. WHAT DID YOU JUST DO ]
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Weiss hadn't answered him when he asked, had simply sucked him harder and more fervently in response like she wanted to swallow it all, every last thing he gave her.
So the fact it's on her now is... Confusing, but also incredibly hot. It's so hot that his cock jerks again with the last little bit of cum dribbling to the floor as he stares at her. His body feels warm. Pleasant. Hazy. He's having a hard time catching his breath, reflexively pets her hair because she looks so... confused? Is that what that is? He can't tell.]
I told you...?
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He did say something. But she also didn't understand any other cues he may have given her.
Rather than argue, she instead swallows (hah) her pride. Looking away, she brings up a hand to wipe his cum away from her face. God, even when it's on the side of her palm now, her face still feels like it's burning. Almost as if it would scar and leave a mark there forever. On her face, her neck, her tongue, down her throat... ]
I guess you did.
[ It's messy. She feels like a mess, and she feels dirty. This might be something she might need to think on some more... what exactly do people do when they give blowjobs? What does she want to do? What is expected of her? ]
Should I have kept going?
[ help ]
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Only if you wanted to? I didn't- I would have been happy if it'd ended up elsewhere too.
[The floor, he means, and is an easy guess judging by the way his eyes flick down to the carpet. It's probably not the worst thing it's seen, honestly.
But the wave of affectionate-possessiveness hits again and he moves in to kiss her, gently, tenderly, even if the result is him tasting himself as he does. It's not as terrible as he thought it would have been.]
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[ She's going to have to read up on this. And. . . seek him out again another time once she's figured out what she wants to do the next time she puts a dick in her mouth.
Though she certainly didn't expect him to lean in and kiss her. It's affectionate, one that gets Weiss' shoulders to slack a little, leaves her arms feeling a little weak. Is she touched that he's trying to make her feel better? Just a little. Enough to make her want to close her eyes and lean into the kiss. ]
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That she's responding to the kiss is good though, and he sighs through his nose as a wave of affection washes over him. It's definitely the afterglow he's heard of, and he can't help but wonder just how amenable she'd be to laying back down so that he can pull her against his chest tightly and cuddle her.
He'll give it a try, pressing forward just a little as he kisses her, just to see if she will, in fact, lay back so that he can follow her down, letting a hand come up to wipe any remaining traces of himself up off her so he can cradle her cheek.]
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She could honestly use a shower, but with her back on the mattress, she also realises that maybe resting for a bit isn't so bad, either, even if she doesn't have any clothes on. It's not even because she's tired or anything— far from it.
It might just be because no one's ever touched her like this before. Her eyes merely follow his hands, looking at where he's wiping without saying a word. ]
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Honestly, he's thankful that she doesn't protest being laid back against the bed. It makes it easier to continue to kiss, to brush his thumb against her as he keeps- some distance between their bodies, though it's likely she'll feel heat radiating off of him like he's a furnace anyway.
Most likely due to the fact he's a fire aspected demon.
But still a demon, which means eventually that kissing is going to move back down to her jawline and throat, where he's... still kissing, but also using his tongue to clean up the traces of himself off her.]
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She'd think it was cold, if not for his lips moving elsewhere. She'd had time time to rest from her own orgasm, so there's something about what he's doing that's making her feel even more warm. The gears in her head are beginning to turn, wondering if he'd want more— both to get her off and her getting him off.
... thinking about it now, she might not even mind. ]
You feel so hot.
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Fire aligned... Is it too much?
[If he needs to, he can focus enough to make it stop, but right now he's not even bothering. She already knows, so it's not like he needs to hide anything from her, and unless she's uncomfortable with that warmth, there's no reason to cut it.
Regardless of whether or not she wants him to stop, he is going to be slowly sucking another bruise into her skin again, another little mark that claims her as his, even if he only understands that as the most basic of concepts in the back of his head.]
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[ For now, anyway. She's really going to want a cool shower after this though, for sure. ]
You also really like biting, huh?
[ Just... stating the obvious now. As to why? Weiss doesn't. . . know. He's being affectionate, and this is what she thinks feels like a way to return the gesture. There's barely any bite in her words, so she's not mad. It's just idle post-orgasm chatter. ]
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[ He's already predisposed to bite. Or at least, it gives him something to blame. Maybe he'd be less about it if she didn't taste as pleasant as she does, which makes him definitely believe it's a demon thing. ]
It feels good, to leave marks on you like this. It's kind of hard to explain.
[ Just... really appeases that demon side of his brain. ]
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Well, they're not going to be there forever.
[ Evidenced by now there's a soft "shing!" sort of sound as one of the marks he's left on her neck just completely disappears, a glowing light blue light passing through the mark before healing her flesh. ]
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Rude, to be honest. ]
Maybe not, but they'd stick around longer if you didn't do that.
[ He has half a mind to put an end to that... ]
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[ She's just doing this on purpose now, Kazuya... At least she doesn't heal any more of it at this time. ]
But it also means you can do more.
[ So that should at least be encouraging, if anything! But. . . she also thinks that now is not time for more. ]
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[ Like he hasn't. Just been sucking marks into her neck regardless. Oops.
In fact, he'll even set about sucking a darker mark into her neck without even waiting for an answer.
Uh oh! Looks like someone's confidence is returning...]
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[ It feels like she's just food for this guy at this point— but it's harmless so far. At least, she's certainly making sure it's harmless. Besides, it feels nice.
Even if she wouldn't admit that out loud.
She does weave her fingers in his hair again. Her nails lightly scratch his scalp as if to call his attention. While she doesn't mind what he's doing, and it is admittedly turning her on, the heat is also starting to get to her. ]
Kind of feel like taking a shower now, though.
[ That is not an invitation. (Maybe next time???) ]
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[But hearing her say she wants a shower, he can't exactly blame her after what happened. He thinks he'd probably want a shower too, honestly, if he were her.
He'll stop kissing and sucking at her neck, lifting himself up a bit higher so he can look at her.]
Right now?
[Just so he's sure! He's not going to keep her here! Besides, he's already sucked a few new marks into her neck at this point, so he's back to being pretty pleased with himself again at this point.]
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[ At least it doesn't sound accusatory! Just... stating the obvious!
Is this what it's going to be like in this place? It admittedly feels a little awkward to do "things" and then just end it like this— almost abruptly, like there was a time limit. Then again, it's not like she knows how other people do it, either.
She pushes herself up on her elbows, not completely getting up just yet, though. ]
That's fine, right?
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[ If she wants a shower, then that's well within her right? He doesn't feel like he needs one too immediately, maybe just a damp cloth to wipe himself down with for the moment. Also he's pretty sure they're not close enough for him to hedge a shower together, even after what they just did. That seems way more personal, somehow.
He rolls himself so he's no longer hovering over her, but laying with his back flat on the bed.
It also seems like he's just as unsure what to do in this situation as her, though, because he speaks up.]
... This is it, then? I've sort of never been in this situation before.
[ But he is going to blame everything on repressed hormones and being in an incredibly horny place screwing with him and his head.
Also, having what amounts to a one night stand kind of... isn't his style? He wants to get to know her better! ]
Unless you were gonna come back, after.
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Though she does pause instead of get up right away because of what he says. ]
Do you mean like, I'd never see or talk to you again? I don't think so?
[ But they had their fun, or so she thinks. There are other things she'd want to do, like explore the place a little bit more and know the ins and outs of it. ]
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[ He's relieved to hear that's not the case, though. Kazuya doesn't think he could handle the whole hit it and quit it life. ]
I guess I was asking if you were gonna come back... here? After your shower. I kind of wanted to get to know you more since... [ He makes a vague gesture in the air with his hand. ] It doesn't really just feel right doing that and then going our separate ways?
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I don't mind. Although, I was thinking of going around and knowing what I can find in this place, maybe even have something to eat.
[ Whether it's the casino or the other areas in this resort. Weiss shifts in her seat so her feet are on the side of the bed and on the floor and she gets up. Her clothes are snatched from the bed, wherever Kazuya may have tossed them, so she can take them with her to the bathroom. ]
We can talk about it later.
[ For now? She's walking into the bathroom to take a really hot shower. And she's going to take her time, enjoying every second of getting clean. Kazuya's got about fifteen to twenty minutes of alone time before she comes back out, dressed up, with one of the robes over her clothes, too. With her hair wet though, she takes her time by the dresser to blowdry it first. ]
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Good to know they're there! Glad to not need them though, honestly. He doesn't think he's really ready to go that far with anyone anyway.
Anyways! He cleans himself up, and by the time Weiss is out of the shower, he's got his clothes back on. He also watches her curiously as she blowdries her hair.
Lets see... how can he start polite conversation? ]
So...?
[ Great start! ]
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[ She can see him from the mirror's reflection, and he most certainly opened his mouth. Though that does get her to switch off the dryer for a bit, turning to face him. ]
Did you say something?
[ Ah- that was said way too loud now that the hairdryer isn't on. ]
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Just wondering what your plans were now! If you wanted to stay and chat, maybe?
[ His voice is only slightly raised. ]
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[ That was way too loud, huh? ]
Yeah, sure. I'll stay.
[ It's not like she has anything better to do, anyway. Not to mention, making connections here might help her in the long run. It's a little strange to befriend someone whose dick you just sucked, but maybe if she just didn't think about that anymore and focused on other things.
For now, she switches the hair dryer back on, though at a lower speed now so they can talk while she dries her hair. ]
Did you want to ask me anything?
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I was kind of curious about that Aura of yours? I mean, I know what it is, and all that, but isn't it dangerous to just... make your soul appear so easily?
[ He's not even going to touch sexy questions with a ten foot pole right now, thanks. ]
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Dangerous? It would be more dangerous if I didn't activate my Aura.
[ What an odd question, but she supposes because he's not from Remnant, he might have a different point of view. She keeps her mind open to other opinions, but with the way one of her eyes squint as her brow arches up, she's not particularly in agreement with him. ]
If I didn't activate my Aura, I'd have wounds all over by now thanks to you. [ A beat. She grabs the brush and starts brushing her hair while her other hand focuses on certain spots of her hair with the dryer. ] Anybody could just about injure me.
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I wouldn't say all over...
[ He can still think of a few more places he could leave hickies, tbh. ]
But you use your soul to heal that. Wouldn't it get tiring? And if your soul is just... exposed like that, wouldn't it be easier to damage? Or take?
[ Like, inside is where it's supposed to be, and even then it technically isn't safe from the likes of demons. It'd be way easier to consume like how she uses it, though. ]
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[ Admittedly, she's one of the Huntresses who use their Aura more than ever. Others are a little more careful, but Weiss is very reliant on her Aura and her Semblance for combat and a lot of other things. The idea of regeneration is something that comes naturally to her now, and it isn't a big deal to her. ]
It's a manifestation of my soul, but my exact soul. It's complicated.
[ As for taking someone else's Aura? That's definitely possible, but she'd rather not go there. That's even more complicated. Kazuya is asking the difficult questions here. ]
Taking someone's Aura isn't unheard of, where I'm from, but it certainly isn't an easy task. [ She waves her hand with a brush. ] Are you worried for me?
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It smells the same. [ Ugh. That sounds weird to say, but it's true. ] I guess, yeah. I am, a little bit. There's at least one other demon around, and even if he's pretty weak, it could still be possible for him to maybe consume it? Wouldn't that hurt you?
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[ At least, that's what she thinks? She can't imagine someone ever taking her Aura, whether permanently or temporarily, like draining her of energy like extreme cold temperatures. That would honestly be a little scary.
But she doesn't look scared, especially since "consuming" Aura is such an unheard of concept to her. She'll figure it out if and when it does happen, but it would be better if it never got to that point.
She sets the dryer down eventually, running a hand through her hair while her other hand guides the brush down the strands. She's got such long hair that this will really take a while before she's done with it. ]
I'll be fine. No need to worry. It's not like I'm not capable in a fight.
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[ Harmonizer aside, anyway. And that still only brings humans and demons closer together in a match up. There's still incredibly powerful demons who even with that edge could swat down a human like a fly.
He knows. He's lived it. His concern is coming from a real place. He really doesn't want to see anyone get hurt.]
Shouldn't you be at least a little worried about something like that happening?
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[ So maybe she should be worried. She would be worried if this was a common occurrence where she's from, and it was a threat that she tried to escape from day by day. It isn't, though, so it's met with a little bit of resistance. ]
There also seems to be a lot of people here— wildcards like us. The chances of even meeting this demon you're talking about is pretty low, if you asked me.
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[ Really, he's saying this for her own benefit, and it feels like his concern is being brushed aside? ]
And there could be more, he's just the only one I know about.
[ If there's two, there's definitely a greater possibility that there are more demons, a greater possibility of her having to deal with the very thing they're talking about. ]
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[ To not activate her Aura? That's even more dangerous. It's not like she has a choice when she uses it to protect herself. ]
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[.. Part of him may just be saying that so she stops getting rid of his marks on her neck.]
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Which. . . hopefully doesn't happen. Without her weapon and Dust, she's not as powerful as she'd like to be.
She stops brushing and turns to face him, legs crossed. There's a part of her that's not quite happy being told what to do. It may come from a good place—out of concern and all—but she just doesn't like the unsolicited advice. It's nothing against him, though. It's nothin personal! This is just how she is. ]
I think you fail to see that this is instinct at this point. I have had my Aura activated since I was a child, and I had been training to become a Huntress since then, as well. Not activating it is a little more challenging than you might think.
[ Which is a rather bad excuse. But it's better than saying "I don't want to do what you are telling me to do". ]
What exactly does it smell like, anyway?
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He tilts his head a bit, flexes his fingers into the bed sheets as he looks at her.]
I could probably help with that, you know.
[Which is... Likely not what she wants to hear! But he'll also go on and push past that, because she also asked him something, and he gives a contemplative hum for it.]
Floral...? And kind of citrus-y? And then there's a bit of... Kind of the smell of fresh snow?
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[ Classic Weiss Schnee line that should not be taken seriously.
She'd be a bit more concerned about what he actually means if not for him complying and describing her soul's scent. Sure, she asked, but she wasn't expecting him to actually answer! ]
Don't smell me!
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[Wow, it's not like he was huffing her scent, or anything!!!
(Well. Maybe a little... It's nice! Who can blame him for wanting to sink his teeth into her a little?)]
And it means I can stop you from using it... Your Aura, obviously.
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A few seconds later, she huffs indignantly. ]
Why would I want you to make me stop using my Aura? I need that.
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[He offers, with a slight quirk of his lip....
And then he brings his hands up, like he's trying to be particularly menacing and scary despite the fact that him sitting there with no shirt paints an entirely different picture.]
You know, like a very hungry king of demons, for example?
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No.
[ That was a no to what he said last. He's definitely not allowed to eat her. Beyond what... she said he is allowed to do. (She won't say it again!!!) ]
And? What would you do?
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[A pause.]
Unless you meant how would I consume your Aura...
[He has a feeling it's not that one, and he drops his hands to the bed, leaning back on them to take on a much more relaxed position.]
For the record I'm not, unless things get dire for me. In which case I would very politely ask you if I could consume a bit of it.
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[ If he's proposing something, then he'd better give a bit more detail. ]
And why can't you eat someone else?
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It's a curse. It'll block you from being able to use your Aura... Sort of like how it'd block someone from being able to use magic. It doesn't have to be very potent, honestly. And how long it can last is from a few minutes to a few hours to a day or so? Depends on how strong I make it.
[He tosses the brush up and down in his hand as he watches her, but makes no move to do anything else.]
You said your Aura regenerates, didn't you? Wouldn't it make more sense for me to consume that than to consume a person?
[This is all just speculative, though!!! Truly.]
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Let me get this straight: you said you were concerned for me, and that you want me to not activate my Aura around other demons so they don't consume my soul.
But if you need it, you want to ask for my permission to let you have some?
[ She has no idea what to think of him. But he does make a compelling argument, even if it does sound like such a sick thing to do. ]
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[It is out of concern! But also, a very quiet, deeper part of him does absolutely enjoy the fact that if he can convince her, then that means he'll have a ready access of food when he wants it. Maybe not needs, but definitely if he wants it.
It's definitely coming from as much of a selfish place as it is one of concern.]
I think I told you earlier, but hurting people isn't really my kind of thing.
[Except for, you know, when he bit her hard enough to make her bleed. Which absolutely wasn't recent at all. Not even remotely!!!]
I DID NOT KNOW YOU TAGGED ME...
You sunk your teeth in me, you- you blue-haired monster!
IVE BEEN WAITING.... LIKE HACHIKO
[ And he is, genuinely, a little distraught at being called a monster. ]
And I only did it because you kept getting rid of the marks I put on you! Besides, you healed it up right away anyway!
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[ Now she has nothing to throw at him because he has the brush... Damn! ]
You'd be upset if I bit you, too!
[ KAZUYA THAT IS NOT AN INVITATION ]
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[ Yeesh! But he does look... not even remotely sorry, because she says that and- ]
Actually, I don't think I'd mind that?
[ Is that a promise.... will she bite him in the future??? ]
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[ god she might just bite his dick out of sheer frustration at this point. Maybe she should have added a bit of teeth earlier when she had him in her mouth.
Weiss remains grumpy for a few more seconds, glaring at him from her seat, stewing in annoyance. ]
So. What's going to happen if you can't eat anyone?
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I'd probably start to feel weak? And then if it kept going on, I'd probably lose control of myself and just attack people until I was full.
[ Super awful. But he's sure he can get his magnetite fix somewhere here. Even if he has to be an awful vampire to do it. People are probably into that, honestly.]
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[ Boy, why do you sound unsure... ]
I guess it's never happened before? What about with other demons? Do they also act up in the same way?
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[ Cut him some slack!!! ]
Generally stronger demons need less over longer periods, but weaker demons sort of act like crazed animals about it, like they can't get enough. So I should be fine for maybe a bit longer?
[ Again.... he sounds unsure. ]
But I haven't actually consumed any since I became a demon in the first place, so it's been about... a month and a half?
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[ Is she misunderstanding? Did she miss a crucial piece of information? ]
What do you mean you became a demon? What were you before?
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[ So be nice! He's still learning. ]
What I do know of demons I had to learn quick and unfortunately only had seven days to do it.
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Weiss certainly has no intention of talking about her "story" to anyone at this time. Not the nitty-gritty of it, anyway.
Though now she thinks she understands why he might be nicer than other demons, or so he claims. It's because he knows what it's like to be human. Weiss may be wrong about this, but she was never truly a good judge of character.
Her legs are already crossed, but she uncrosses them, only to switch which leg goes on top of the other. ]
So if I ensure you don't go on a rampage and start attacking innocent civilians and wildcards here, what do I get in turn? I'd be giving you a part of soul, after all.
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I'll make a contract with you, to ensure we both are bound by the rules we set in place. Portions of your Aura, in exchange for my services as a demon. You'd be able to use my magic, share some of my abilities, and since you said you need Aura to defend yourself, I'll protect you when you need.
[ It's mostly the last part that feels important. The other parts just sort of come part and parcel with demon contracts. ]
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Like the fire from earlier. [ His magic, she means.
... Honestly, this is actually pretty interesting. ]
What else can you do?
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The magic I have can be split into four categories, elemental, almighty, healing, and curse. It's pretty simple to figure out what those are, I think. Well, maybe not almighty, but think of it as more... neutral aspected?
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[ Is that the terminology when it comes to magic? She has no idea. ]
I also have no idea what neutral aspected magic is supposed to be, either.
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[ It's kind of hard to explain!
He taps his hands against the bed a little.]
It's usually the most dangerous kind of magic.
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But explosions have elements.
[ Kazuya, you can't just leave her high and dry like this. She needs to know??? She actually looks disappointed that she can't understand what this ~almighty~ magic is supposed to be. ]
I don't get it.
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If I really had to categorize it further... it's something that attacks your very being, rather than your body?
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[ With that explanation, it sort of makes sense! Not entirely! But right now? She wonders what she can do with it. With her Aura and that combined, she'd definitely be able to do all sorts of things that she could never do before.
She stares at him for a good long while, not saying anything. It looks like there is something else she wants to say, but she also hasn't figured out how to even say it.
Because how do you even ask if they would play that game again without the playing the game part? ]
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It feels like taking a mac truck to the soul in most cases, quite frankly. ]
Any... other questions?
[ Because it looks like she still wants to maybe ask something. Probably about some kind of other spell? ]
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[ Here it is, Kazuya. She's going to ask a question and expect no follow-up questions, no questions as answers. ]
But you have to answer with a yes or no, and you can't ask anything about why I'm asking. Got it?
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[Only a yes or no response?? Surely he can deal.]
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Is the contract going to include anything else? I don't know- like... what happened just a while ago.
[ Don't make her say it!! And he's not allowed to, since he can't ask any questions, anyway. He can figure it out! And she sure hopes he will. The way her cheeks have turned as red as cherries once again should at least give him a hint. ]
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Closes his mouth.
She told him a yes or no answer, and saying "If that's what you want" is not a yes or no answer! So instead he just sort of watches her a little more intently... Notes the blush.
She did seem to enjoy what he did. Surely she wouldn't have even brought it up if she wasn't interested, at least a little? And... It hadn't been terrible for him either, in any capacity.]
Yes...?
[He tries, hoping it isn't the wrong answer.]
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But it looks like it was the wrong one with how she's pouting, her hands balling into fists on her lap. ]
...
[ He's a horndog. ]
I'll think about it.
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[ He really, really wants to ask, but she did say he's not allowed to. But with the way she's pouting he just feels kinda bad, like he did, in fact, make the wrong choice. ]
... It doesn't have to, though?
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[ No, Kazuya. Please understand. This girl just. Can't say what she wants out loud!!!! ]
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[ He clarifies, slowly. This is probably going to get him yelled at, she did say he wasn't allowed to ask questions! Then again, this is more him making a statement. ]
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[ Don't make her repeat herself again! Now she's just getting so huffy. If she were the type to puff her cheeks, she would be doing it right now. ]
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Do you want me to finish brushing your hair out? I've done it for a friend of mine before.
[ Granted, Yuzu's was much shorter. ]
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You'll have to hold onto the hair you're brushing to make sure you really get it. You won't get the tangles off otherwise.
[ Palm facing up and all. She's got a lot of hair, after all. ]
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[But her hair is quite long, but at least she keeps good care of it. It makes brushing out the tangles far easier!
Also, it helps him work out his own nervous energy, because he's still trying to figure out what it is he's going to be doing here. He's already complied with the wants of this place, so he guesses there's... that.
A wish doesn't sound so bad. Maybe he can really use it back home for something good. Even if the way to get said wish is a little awkward.]
.... You take pretty good care of your body.
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While it should be a compliment, it's a little weird to hear from someone who just saw you completely naked. ]
Thanks, I think?
[ Is she supposed to compliment him to? God forbid Weiss Schnee says something nice. She watches him from his reflection in the mirror. ]
Do you not do that?
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[Just so she's sure.]
And I guess not more so than anyone else? I don't use any special products, or anything, and no special body sprays or colognes.... But I guess I also don't really have to anymore. I'm stuck looking like I do now for probably eternity.
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[ It's not about him using special products or anything, but him being stuck looking like that. That's... interesting? Sort of. ]
If you have healing magic, can't you heal those scars of yours? I mean, if you didn't want to keep them, anyway.
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[Hm. How to explain...?]
They're the last things I have that prove I was human at some point. It kind of feels wrong to get rid of them, like if I did, then I might forget, or something.
[He doubts he could, at least in the now, but what about in a hundred years? A thousand? When his mind will probably start to go, considering what he is? There's no way he can stay as he is, at least mentally, for time eternal.]
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I think I understand. You've seen mine.
[ She has her own scars, after all. While she doesn't know how he truly feels about his own scars beyond what he's said, the ones on her body are reminders of who she was and who she's become. They're worth keeping. ]
Do you think you'd lose that part of you? I mean, I'm sure... you still have a part of you that's human, right?
[ She highly doubts you can throw that away so easily. ]
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I shouldn't have anything human left of me. If I did, I would have died, since humans can't survive in the demon realm.
[He says, with a slow shake of his head, continuing to brush her hair.]
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[ Because it sounds like it to her? Who knows what demons really are like, though. If they're capable of compassion and empathy, all that stuff. ]
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[He's thinking about you, Black Frost.
Though that might have mostly been Midori's influence.]
And some keep those emotions far more hidden. Pretty much demons and humans are the same, like that.
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Huh, who would have thought? I would have imagined demons just wanted to eat souls and destroy things.
[ It certainly seems that way in fiction. ]
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[He'll keep brushing, but his eyes look elsewhere for the moment.]
They're pretty rare, though. They're called Genma, and before they became demons, they were gods or heros that specifically protected humans from evil demons.
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[ Is this an interview? Is this part of the contract decision-making process? Who knows. He did say he wanted to get to know her, so she's also trying to get to know him, too. ]
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[He... kind of gets that, at least. And he's trying to sort through some pretty complex feelings all at the same time, because this place is kind of the first moment he's really had to sit and actually think about everything that's happened. That's happened to him.]
It's a really old word, but it just means "King". Which is kind of appropriate since my full title is the King of Bel, or King of Kings. There used to be other "Bel" demons, before I was forced to consume them.
[Here he doesn't hide making a face, because it'd been such a weird, strange sensation. Uncomfortable and yet strangely welcome at the same time.]
They still sort of exist, as a part of me.
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[ But that is new information, sort of. He did say he was the King of Demons, but learning more about the terminology helps.
This is a word yet traversed, and who knows if she ever would. Learning new things is rather pleasant, though, even though she never expected to hear about these sorts of things before. Her world just keeps getting bigger and bigger. ]
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[So, no. He isn't really destructive, as a general rule of thumb.]
What about me is threatening?
[He's curious, and he inclines his head just slightly. She thinks he's threatening... Well, honestly, other than that bite, he's been trying to be on his best behaviour.]
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Gods are stupid, anyway. They think they're so high and mighty, that they can judge humanity, when all they're doing is toying with life and the people.
[ Okay, so she has a lot of salt about this. It's a touchy subject! It even gets her to roll her eyes in annoyance just thinking about it. The gods from her world are. . . problematic, and she can only summarise her feelings towards them by calling them stupid.
When he asks what makes him threatening, she shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders. She tries not to move too much, but that might just interrupt his hairbrushing. ]
Your abilities seem powerful, and you consume souls. I know I'm not scared of that other demon you mentioned, and I'm certainly not scared of you, but I can at least acknowledge that you are a threat to others.
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[No, really. He sounds incredibly relieved when he says that, because he's used to getting the opposite sort of reaction. Demons are, after all, demons. And angels and gods are, generally, seen as good and right.
He pauses his brushing just long enough for her to move, before he continues. Interrupted? Only a little. Nothing he can't make up for.]
That's a good reason, I guess. [He nods, mostly to himself. He can understand that, that while maybe not being afraid of something, you can still understand that it's a threat. Or has the potential to be one, anyway.]
And... Honestly, I haven't consumed any souls. And I'd like to very much keep it that way, because the thought of doing that kinda...
[Well. He shivers a little. Brr.]
It seems unpleasant.
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Though they do seem to be talking about different kinds of gods. That's fine— they'll talk about it later. ]
Unpleasant, but you want to guarantee that you'll have a source for it, anyway?
[ Kazuya. Kazuya. Kazuya. She's glaring at you through the mirror. ]
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[Don't give him that look!]
I could get away with consuming someone's magnetite instead, but I'd still have to inflict some kind of damage on them either way.
[And magnetite, while alluring on it's own, definitely pales in comparison to the thought of a soul. Eugh. Demon thoughts aren't really good, honestly.]
And I'd probably have to find more people to take it from in general. And more frequently.
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[ Somehow? She takes offence in that.
She wants to be wanted and a priority. 🥺 ]
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[It'd be sooo obnoxious to round up people and consume their magnetite when he could just go straight to Weiss for a High Class Quality Fancy Meal.]
Like comparing fast food to a high-class diner at a fancy restaurant. And yes, I am using a food analogy because that's what it is.
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It's why she slaps her forehead with her palm, deflating in her seat and resting her head on the dresser as she sulks. ]
I can't believe I'm actually considering this.
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And pat her back. There, there.]
It's a mutually beneficial relationship, at least?
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[ Let her just die here tbh ]
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[What do you WANT from him????]
How about the fact you'll get incredibly strong and powerful magic?
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If I could bring you with me to Remnant to help us, then sure. That would make me feel better.
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[GENUINE QUESTION TBH.]
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[ She's not really sure how world hopping works, you know!! ]
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[ She slowly sits up, a hand on her cheek as she rests her elbow on the dresser. ]
I'm able to summon Grimm even in another world, but only because they've become a part of me now. I suppose that might work differently with you, since you aren't Grimm.
And you have your own rules, I'm assuming.
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[At least, he's pretty sure how that works.]
I'm not really sure what a Grimm is, but demons are bound by extremely powerful to their summoners through the contract. In which case, if we did make one, you'd technically be my summoner, even though you haven't summoned me from the demon realm.
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[ She turns to face him, crossing her legs once more. A Glyph appears next to him on the floor, a white one that glows a light blue. Kazuya might even feel and smell it— her Aura.
From the Glyph surfaces a suit of armour that gets as tall as the door. She can make it bigger, sure, but there's no point. It kneels before Weiss once it's been summoned, the sound of metal and steel clanking present when it moves. ]
This isn't how all Grimm look; there are various types. And they certainly don't look like this when you actually face a living one. They're usually black, with a mask on and everything.
[ Considering how her soul practically radiates from this creature, it's not as "soulless" anymore as she describes Grimm to be. ]
I'm able to summon Grimm that I've defeated in the past. And in Remnant, it's only people from my family who are capable of doing so.
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He'll close the distance between him and the kneeling creature, and... Put his hand on it, testing, feeling it out.]
The Grimm sound an awful lot like demons. At least low ranking ones. Maybe not colour-wise, but the whole instinct to destroy sort of thing.
[And it sounds, sort of, like she can use something like a compendium to store them. How strange.]
That's a pretty neat ability, honestly. And I assume incredibly helpful where you're from.
[And in return, Kazuya will snap his fingers, calling forth a large creature of his own, which appears in a small burst of lightning and black smoke.
Unlike the armour, it's clear that this creature is very much alive, and very hungry, if the way it eyes both Weiss and her suit of armour is any indication. However, all it does is lower it's head in clear deference to Kazuya, voice a low, ominous growl as it speaks.]
My Liege.
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It's unsettling. It's creepy. The hairs on her arms have stood already, but she's giving a piece of her trust to Kazuya here to make sure that this demon won't harm her.
The Grimm that's under her command does stand though. It positions its sword downward as if to call attention—hey, you try something, and I won't have it. The tip of its large blade hitting the carpeted floor with a loud and heavy thud.
She does not say anything, waiting for Kazuya to be the one to say something first to try and get rid of the tension in the room. ]
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[And as if on cue, the demon turns to Weiss, and lowers it's head as well in a bow, compliant to Kazuya's whims. Though hungry and dangerous it may look, its King's orders are absolute.]
No demon, at least the one's where I'm from, would dare act without my command. Especially since I'm the one who summoned it to begin with.
[He'll even give a hard pat to the demons side, as if to prove a point. It doesn't move. Doesn't even react to his touch.
However, it is a demon, and Kazuya understands that it can very much still be unsettling to be face with a very non-human one.]
I can send it away, if you're uncomfortable with it being here. I don't mind.
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[ There's no need to send it away, unless he wants to. It does not mean she is going to let her guard down though, because her Arma Gigas stays armed and ready despite Kazuya's assurance.
Weiss does give it a look, though. Nothing quite threatening, but almost as if to say that it better not try anything even it's under Kazuya's command. For a moment as she speaks, she's still looking at the demon, wary. ]
How many demons do you have under your command, exactly?
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It's a bit cramped in here, with such a big demon.
[Is his decision, and while it's true, he really, truly doesn't want to put her even further on edge. With a snap of his fingers, the demon vanishes into that same swirling cloud of darkness, leaving not even a trace of it behind.]
An exact number is kind of hard to say... But there's definitely hundreds of thousands of them. Maybe even millions? The demon realm is way more vast than earth is, so it's hard to say. Even when I rallied them all, there was no way for me to keep count.
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I see.
[ That honestly would be useful, she thinks. If he has that many demons at his disposal and all... She really will think about it, because she does want all this fighting in Remnant to be over, as well. ]
They don't all look like that, do they?
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Not all of them. There's about 20 or so different types of Demons, 21 if you count "Bel" demons, but I'm the only one of those around. And even within those categories, there's still probably around 9 different types of them.
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Are there ones that look... I don't know. Harmless?
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[ He almost, almost summons another, but thinks better of it. It's probably for the best he not summon too many demons for no reason. ]
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Right. And is there a guarantee that these demons won't disobey you?
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[ He's just a powerful little guy! ]
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It is becoming more and more alluring by the second. ]
Okay. I think that's about all I need to know about that.
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[ He has, somehow, no clue the power he's signing over. ]
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Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?
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[ He wants to ask about her scar.... the one on her chest, but that feels a little more personal, maybe. Probably best to wait for another time.]
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That kind of stuff.
[ She's salty over nothing at this point. Just let her rant? ]
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[ Please understand, Weiss. He's been through A Lot. ]
Uh, lets see. My birthday is August 31st, my favourite colour is blue, and honestly if I had my way I would have shown up here with my headphones and MP3 player.
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(Okay, it does tbh his stuff's definitely a Lot More. But Weiss doesn't think so.) ]
That's the one item you'd want on you?
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Yeah? Why? It's not like I have weapons or anything. I mean, I guess maybe my COMP, but I don't see how that'd be of any use here, since I doubt it'd be able to send any outbound emails, and I can already summon demons without it.
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No, I was just asking. I'd want my sword here, if I could bring an item.
... [ She heaves out a sigh. ] I feel a little awkward not having it now.
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[Not that he isn't technically a weapon himself, but.]
Then again, with all the different people who are wildcards here, who knows what might happen. Maybe you'll get it back somehow?
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[ She highly doubts this is just a place for relaxation. It's a casino. Sooo many dangerous things happen in casinos. ]
Maybe. I mean, it could already be here and I just don't know. That's why I want to look around.
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They aren't.]Is it something you used often back home? If it's here, maybe I can find it?
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[ That's a lot of jargon. ]
It's a rapier. Do you know what that looks like?
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[Hm. If it's something she uses often, then it should carry her scent on it.
If it's here, it shouldn't be too hard to find.]
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The limitations are endless when Dust is involved, and anything is more powerful when you use it with your Aura.
[ So basically... magic! Dispensable magic, anyway. ]
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So... It's magic, basically. But the kind you need physically? We don't have anything like that where I'm from. And honestly, magic pretty much doesn't exist in any capacity back home, unless you learn it from a demon. And since no one even knew they existed until everything went down back home...
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[ But it is, and she implies that much. ]
No human is capable of magic— using the elements without the use of Dust or Aura. You'd hear about it in fairy tales, though.
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... It was pretty disorienting, being able to use it for the first time.
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[ Has he even used a lot of it since he became a demon? Who knows. It's worth asking, anyway. ]
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[ There's an outburst of energy with the way she says it, as if she just thought about it and blurted it out loud. It's a good question! In her head, anyway. ]
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[It's a good question! And the answer is... Sometimes!]
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[ He'd just be forcing himself to rest, if so. ]
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[ Please keep up the normal stuff, body. You're doing a great job. ]
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[ Sleeping, check. Eating human food? Is that still a thing? ]
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[ It's too weird to just give that up, thanks! ]
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[ Why does it sound like she had plans ]
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[ Should he feel a little uncomfortable now, or...? ]
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[ Immortal people are always so troublesome... ]
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[ As far as he's aware, he's as immortal as they come. ]
I mean, you could probably kill me, but I'd... get right back up, after a few minutes or so.
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[ So it's the same with Salem, then. That's kind of unfortunate. Not that she'd want him dead! Just that she figured she might have gotten a clue on how to get Salem down and out for the count finally. ]
That's all I wanted to know.
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Actually, the first Bel had it's power sundered and split by God originally... And while obviously it didn't die, it was pretty weakened for thousands of years. And I did kill the God that did that and took over, so...
I don't know. Maybe it is possible?
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[ Because that would be bad for him! ]
leo.
There's nothing like making friends and getting to know someone by kissing them on the lips on your first meeting.
[ Truly the epitome of making friends. She does see his point, though, and he doesn't seem like a bad guy! While she wouldn't call him a friend right away, she's open to an amiable acquaintanceship! ]
I've seen two people I know, as well. Though I wouldn't exactly call them friends, either.
[ She's just idly tossing the dice now... and it seems it's out for her life because that is a 5-5 right there. That? That doesn't earn a violent reaction, but just in case she couldn't be more honest? ]
Ew. [ Sorry, Leo. It's not about your butt. Don't take it personally. ] This is supposed to be sexy?
hello, i return from holidays! hope yours went well
Maybe it could be in a different context...but I kind of feel like it wouldn't do much for me! But, well, if you don't like the rules, let's just change 'em! [ Leo. Leo, that wouldn't earn you any money? ] We could wildcard it to something else!
[ Of course, he also gives chess pieces laser beam powers when he plays so this is kind of what someone could have expected. ]
thank you! i hope yours were great too! 🥹
[ Which is the point of this game?? (Though sure, others might really just be playing for fun, not caring about the payout at the end of it. Weiss is more focused on the $$$, on the other hand.)
But, she really doesn't want to lick anyone's butt? At least Leo doesn't seem too particular about it, pressing on the issue. She's keeping an open mind! ]
What would you suggest?
they were thank you!
[ He means: making money through entertaining. Honestly, Leo doesn't mind if they keep going with the game either. ]
But, you know, I won't tell anyone if you reroll.
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[ It's not like her mind wasn't made up or anything! But she's certainly quick to grab the dice and reroll again, thanks to him.
Aaand she rolls a 3-2! Which means she has to caress his breast, now. She looks at him and shrugs her shoulders, finding a bit more confidence in this than earlier. ]
Well, better you than me.
[ Hand over them tiddies, Leo. ]
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[ It was something she's noticed earlier on, but it feels as if she should mention it now. Maybe talking about it and hearing his point of view on things might help her loosen up a bit.
But she does her part, anyway. She takes a few steps closer until she can reach for his chest, and in fact, hesitates. Her fingers twitch just as it's inches away, but with a deep breath, she presses her palm against one of his pecs.
It stays there. Awkwardly. ]
... I'm going to move my hand now.
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Though honestly Leo is also just really easygoing about some things. He stands there less awkwardly, sort of amused but not about to mock her or anything. ]
Sure! I'm proud of my chest, go for it!
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I wish I had your carefree attitude.
[ But that's enough permission for her though. Her fingers flex awkwardly, before she starts caressing his chest. A gentle rub, and then a squeeze at where she feels there's more meat and muscle to it. ]
Hm. You should be proud.
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[ Well, at least it's fun to preform...he's hit and miss on the practicing part, despite how hard everyone else works. ...Well, normally works. Ritsu is kind of hit and miss too. ]
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Leo's personality is charming, though. She's finding it easier to relax around him. ]
That's certainly one way to get fit. I'm guessing you do a lot of dancing?
[ What are idols... They don't have those in Remnant. . . ]
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[ He picks up the die himself to roll again. What horrors will RNG do this time? 4-1 which is...grab lips WHY IS HE GETTING THE DUMBEST SHIT TODAY - ]
Some of these combinations are pretty much the worst!
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She's so done that she starts laughing. (Ah... she's gone crazy.) ]
You know what, I'll take it! I mean, it's weird, but at least it's an easy roll?
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[ So he will make grabby hands with both, though he'll only use his right hand to reach out with his index finger and thumb to. Smoosh her lips a little bit in a grabby pinch (not hard). SO. SEXY. ]
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But at least she's free in no time! ]
So... it's just one round left for both of us.
[ She's quick to roll the dice, and lands on a 6-3. . . so that means she has to sniff his mouth now. ]
Another easy one! [ She claps her hands as she looks at him, as if signalling him to open his mouth. Chop chop! ] Okay, let's get to it.
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[ So. He opens his mouth and it should smell like peppermint? But the candy cane type. You know. Sugary. ]
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But that just means she's done! And she'll count on Leo to have a good roll so they can both get decent payouts. ]
The things I have done in my life keep getting weirder and weirder by the day.
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[ He rolls...4-6. Grab knee. Yeah, that isn't so bad and he just immediately does so without asking because it's pretty, you know.
Grabbing a knee is like just patting someone on the knee. Not even remotely sexual? ]
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This is admittedly the weirdest game she has ever played, but it looks like they're done...? ]
Did we clear it?
[ There's a beep on both their watches alerting them of the pay out! And that's where Weiss' attention goes to for a good few seconds before she smiles. ]
Nice going.
[ She holds up a hand for a high-five. ]
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Easy money! Well, a bit weird on some of them~! I guess it could be pretty dicey if you got the wrong rolls~!
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[ Most. But that's okay! They got through it. ]
Thanks for making this easy for me, too.
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[ He means that positively. It's what Knights members call their fans/ladies they spend time with. ]
rokurou.
What- [ For a brief moment, Weiss looks concerned and looks down at their feet. She'll have to watch out, it seems. And with how big he seems to be compared to her, no doubt she would have bruised toenails if her feet do get stepped on.
She's quick on her feet, at least, literally and figuratively. The sudden shock does not make her lose her footing, and spins as gracefully as one would expect a professional dancer. His comment gets her to laugh a little, but her response is no jest. ]
You had me worried. You're definitely not a dancer.
[ But credit where credit is due. He's been a good lead so far, so she doesn't see the need to worry now. ]
Let me guess, [ The hair is a bit unruly, so she doesn't think he's typical nobility. Hand is callused, which for some reason she notices right away, so he's become farther and farther from nobility the more she thinks. She hums as a way to make her pause less quiet, before saying: ] you're a mercenary?
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Her guess isn't a bad one. He laughs, a soft raspy noise colored with warmth. ]
Close. I do consider myself a man of duty.
[ A classy young lady like this—from the way she carries herself to the properness of her motions—gives him the sense that she is uppercrust. Unlikely to be all too pleased to find out she's dancing with a former convict and current fugitive of the Holy Empire. So that's a tidbit about himself he neglects to share for now. ]
I used to serve a lord. Now, I've been traveling with someone to pay my debt to them. [ he pauses, then corrects: ] Well. Before here. I haven't seen her at all in this resort.
[ He hums, giving her another up and down while moving into another step. ]
You, on the other hand... [ he drawls, and then arbitrarily chooses the utmost station for a lovely woman he can think of, ] Princess?
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[ It's more stating the obvious than it is a compliment. But good for him for being able to travel though, and not being bound to serve someone. Weiss certainly isn't someone who likes the idea of that.
As for her? She isn't offended by his guess, merely blurting out a very casual "Nope." as she follows his lead, finding this all too easy yet enjoyable. ]
Former heiress. [ There's a negative connotation to it, especially with how it seems to be a thing of the past, but Weiss does not seem bothered saying it out loud. ] I'm a Huntress.
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A Huntress? [ he leads her into another step and spin in time to the music, deftly avoiding a couple of drunk guests having a fun time spinning around on the dance floor. ] What exactly do you hunt?
[ He grins, eyes brightening with the topic— ]
And your weapon of choice?
[ Could it be... swords? ✨ ]
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[ Understatement of the century. But Weiss will keep it that for now! Much as their enemies have changed to humans and god-like beings, the Grimm are still creatures that Huntsmen have sworn to fight and defend mankind from. Besides, it's kind of off-putting to start talking about how your enemies are gods and a crazy lady whose husband left her and all that...
Her movements on the dance floor get a little bigger, whether it's with a pop of her foot or a flourish of her wrist when she's spun around. She's having fun! ]
I wield Myrtenaster— a Multi-Action Dust Rapier. I wish I had it with me- that would make things a lot more convenient. Not that I'm hoping to get into any battles here.
[ So yes, she does wield a ✨sword✨! A sword that is also a... gun. And she uses it like a magic wand most times. ]
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Well. No need to bring it up now! Why spoil such a fun dance? She’s light on her feet, a skill that the swordsman very much appreciates. ]
I couldn’t agree more. I’m a swordsman myself, but none of my swords arrived with me. Haven’t been able to find a single one around either.
[ He gives her another spin in time with the music and leads into a dip, offering a boyish grin while he does so, ]
Guess we’ll have to make do, hm?
[ As he guides her back to her feet in another artful swoop. Teasing aside, when it comes to motion and movement, the Rangetsu clan is second to none. ]
At least we can dance.
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[ Not that she's even aware that people can be taken from their worlds without clothes on or anything. That would honestly just be so stupid. . . ]
There are other things to do here, you know. [ It's what she says once she's spun, quick to balance herself and move along. ] Not that I'll be doing much of it, but it seems there are so many games to play in the casino.
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[ The song reaches its close, the last few beats drawn out long enough for one more step. When it finally ends and the other guests politely clap for the band, Rokurou offers her a little bow, playing the part of a gentleman. ]
Thank you for dancing with me. You're a great partner.
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Thank you for inviting me. It was fun.
[ She actually had fun. The most fun she's had since arriving here, and that's saying a lot. Their masks prevent her from seeing his face in full, but she'll try and remember the hair. Voice, too. ]
Can I get my dance partner's name?
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[ There is no rule about removing your mask once you're in the party, as far as he knows, which is why he reaches up to peel it off of his face. The removal is a relief; air cools on his skin as he brushes a few loose strands of dark hair back behind his ear. ]
This might be cheating, buuuut ... I don't think anyone else is watching. [ he shares a little grin, ] A name is easier to remember with a face, right?
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She's careful to remove the mask off her face, making sure she doesn't mess up her hair in the process. There's a scar that runs down the left side of her face, across her eye. ]
If this is cheating, then I'll try to keep my mouth shut. [ There's a grin right back. She may be a goody two shoes, but she's not pandering to the authorities here. ] It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Rokurou. I'm Weiss.
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[ The scar draws his attention. She had mentioned she was a huntress; had it been from a battle? Thin, precise, but her eye does not seem to be compromised. He wants to ask but finally pushes the urge back down, knowing that it's not the time or place to ask a lady about a mark on her face. There may not actually be a time or place to ask a lady about anything on her face.
Which is rather pretty. It wouldn't have mattered either way with his finding her personality to be quite charming but it's nice to see it without the mask. True enough: a name is better with a face to go with it. ]
The pleasure is all mine.
[ Since he's already enjoying playing the role of a proper gentleman—he reaches to take her hand in his, bowing his hand as he presses a light kiss against the back of it. ]
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[ Because she is just that— charmed. She's not a blushing mess surprisingly, but she does let out a giddy little giggle when he kisses the back of her hand. ]
This almost feels like one of those encounters at a fancy ball, and then we'll never meet each other ever again.
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[ Whew, girl, giving that old lord of his way too much credit. This proper behavior would be the work of his strict and terrifying mother—but he doesn't think bringing that up is going to increase his charm points. The woman would be rolling in her grave if she knew that her youngest son was tomcatting around some sex resort, so better not to think about her right now at all. ]
Let's hope that isn't the case. Let's not be strangers, alright?
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[ And she definitely won't pretend she doesn't know him! Why would she do that when she got to indulge herself in a little bit of dancing? It was fun, and if she doesn't find a way out of here soon, then at least she made an acquaintance. ]
fox.
Owner? [ Huh, wait. She heard it as soon as she said it. ] ... oh.
[ Well then! She'll just clear her head and move on from the awkward topic. ]
So... what are you doing here, specifically? I hope you're not shopping for "toys". Not that I would judge! You do you, and all that!
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[Hearing Weiss Schnee, of all people, say "Not that I would judge" is kind of hilarious in and of itself. He can feel that she's changed, grown a bit, but also really, she's still Weiss.]
I was just here looking for clothes.
[Considering the pants he's wearing are too small and stolen from someone doing an orgy in the woods and he doesn't even have a shirt on.]
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[ Instead of having to wear... (shudders) department store clothes. ]
Do you need any help?
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[He is a fabric snob, yes. Thank Coco for that. Everything else is up in the air.]
Not like anyone is around to judge you for it. No one we know anyway.
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[ Of course she isn't fond of the idea! Clothes are not just clothes! ]
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Really? I wish I got that shirt, it sounds hilarious.
[He did get it, but he didn't know it said that. He should have had Ada read the shirt to him.]
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[ Weiss has changed—she's grown—but not completely! ]
There were some other options, too. None of which are appealing at all.
mercury.
Ha-ha. I don't even have a home anymore.
[ So your joke doesn't even work, Jerkcury! ]
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[ Boo hoo homes are overrated, he burned his to the ground and he turned out great! ]
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[ Why did they not also agree on a "no arguments" policy ]
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Don't exactly remember being invited here either, but... here I am.
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[ haha got em she's so clever ]
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[ The unseriousness of what he's saying is amplified by him shoving food into his mouth midsentence. ]
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Truly, you have all the most desirable qualities.
[ That's enough of that, though. She highly hopes she doesn't see him again, but depending on how big this place really is, they might still bump into each other. ]
Anyway, I'm going to leave you alone now. I hope you'll do the same.
rin.
Can't someone try to socialise normally around here?
[ A part of her is thinking this girl is just doing this on purpose. Weiss is unfortunately so easy to rile up. ]
I was just looking for some company! I suppose it was my fault for not having a topic in mind, to start with. [ She unfortunately doesn't take a sip of the drink just yet, but she does swirl the wine around slowly. ] How about... oh- did you wake up outside or in one of the suites?
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Which isn't too terrible, considering she still needs to cultivate a group of reliable "cards" to choose from if she wants to win the resort's game.]
Ugh, right... I came to in the simulated jungle and was hunted down before stealing a bunch of clothes from a horny mob. And you?
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I woke up next to someone in a cheap room. [ That gets her to start drinking, taking a sip out of annoyance from remembering it. ] I couldn't find my clothes anywhere, and the stuff in the bathroom were all... weird.
I think I get it- this place wants you to have sex. But making you smell like you're a dog in heat is just tacky.
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[Tohsaka gawks openly in disbelief. Her jaw dropping as her bright blue eyes stare wide with bafflement.]
Were all the washrooms like that?
[Immediately Rin fears for her own venture to such rooms. How ridiculous! Is there no way in which this place holds back?]
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[ It certainly seemed like normal stuff at first! ]
I'm not sure if other bathrooms have normal things. I haven't gone into the other rooms yet.
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[She says as if that doesn't immediately doom her to an ironic fate of falling victim to just that.
Though, since Weiss has gotten a drink in and hasn't turned weird or dropped dead, Rin decides to start nursing her own. It's not bad? Actually, she might just like the taste. It's smooth, and comforting.]
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[ Weiss has also vowed never fall victim to it again, but with how bad her luck is and how this place can do all sorts of weird things? She likely will. . . ]
I'd be wary of the other things in the room, as well. Not that I've tinkered with everything there just yet, though.
[ And she's going to drink some more! She'll wave someone over to order some finger food— cheese would be quite nice, really! And a little bit of honey. ]
Is there anything you want to snack on? I'll pay.
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How about a fruit plate to share?
[Sweet, but healthy. A girl has to watch her figure if she's to be able to attract the high ranking suitors rather than the bottom of the barrel!]
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[ Weiss certainly has no objections. She likes her fruits! And she also eats like a baby bird. With the attention of one of the waiters, she makes her order before going back to the conversation, making sure to ask for extra apple slices. ]
I don't drink wine all that often, [ Or any other alcoholic drink, for that matter. ] but the fruits should taste well with this one in particular.
[ She lifts her glass a little, just up until it's eye level. ]
I'm more used to the ones that taste like berries.
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[She takes a more hearty gulp this time. Wondering if it was perhaps mulled wine or some type of fermenting process that gave it the nutty flavor.]
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Weiss refuses to become like her alcoholic mother. ]
I'm not a tea person, either. A little nutty flavour in coffee isn't so bad, though. There's almond milk in coffee, and even hazelnut flavoured coffee, after all.
[ Yeah, she's a lot better in conversation if coffee is involved. That's her go-to drink! ]
At least it doesn't seem like this one glass won't make us intoxicated.
[ Or so she thinks, anyway. She'll save the rest of her drink when the fruit platter arrives, thinking it really would be easier to down then.]
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Rin doesn't say it, though. Instead she blurts out:]
Honestly you'd probably be much cuter if you were.
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I can't believe you were accusing me of finding you cute but here you are saying that!
[ And that she'd be cuter if she liked tea? Or was it the wine? Either way. . . It definitely does a boost to her ego. ]
There are so many things that are cute about me. And it's not limited to my drink of choice.
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ANYWAY—]
Maybe this drink is making me more tipsy than anticipated.
[Yet she's still drinking it?! Of course. Don't waste free shit.]
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The fruits should help, at least.
[ Which she only mentions because a server comes up to them finally with their little platter! Apples, watermelon slices, kiwi, mangoes, grapes, and other fruits are all in one plate, and they're served dessert forks to go with it. ]
Please don't get drunk. That's just... really pathetic, honestly.
[ That's a lot more blunt than she normally would be! And she realises this immediately. Hopefully that wasn't too rude for Rin, because she certainly doesn't want to make enemies at this time with anybody.
May as well just... eat this apple slice. MM SURE IS JUICY AND GOOD.... let's ignore the elephant in the room. ]
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Excuse me? Aside from a little bit of cheese on a cracker earlier, I haven't had anything. They don't exactly have amenities in the jungle, after all. I had to run, naked I'll have you know, for my life while getting hunted down for sexual sport. A little more stressful than smelling like a dog, I'll have you know.
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[ She is not intimidated by the accusatory fork. And despite how judgey she's sounding, it's not because she wants Rin to remain completely pathetic!! ]
Shouldn't you be eating more now, then? Maybe we should get something more filling.
[ Gurl, if she has to wave another waiter over... ]
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Because it's free, of course! Who knows how expensive any of this stuff will end up being?!
[Ah, so she's cheap.]
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[ It's not like Rin is wrong or anything, but Weiss would prefer to spend what money she has here on essentials. Food is essentials! And she sure as hell doesn't have any intention of going around and begging for people to treat her or anything.
She does wave the waiter over, though. It's a lounge, so maybe filling finger food might be available. ]
Do you have some Grilled Nectarine & Cheese Crostinis? Maybe Cilantro Tomato Bruschetta?
[ Those are oddly specific, but it's what she thinks are good to eat. The waiter does confirm they have crostinis, but it's smoked pimiento cheese. Some other finger food selections are offered, as well. So Weiss defers to Rin for judgement. ]
Any preference?
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Oh! The roasted Margherita flatbread sounds lovely.
[It sounds healthy enough that she won't feel (too) bad if she devours the whole thing. Also it sounds warm... a perfect contrast to the fruit plate.
Of which Rin helps herself more to. Thanks for being a temp sugar mama, Weiss. Rin may have a family pedigree but she's always been broke herself. For... a multitude of reasons.]
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See, there's the problem of not having enough money here, but if she's able to help someone, then that totally is a good use of limited resources. Though now she'll have to be more careful of how she spends the rest of her money.
Especially when she doesn't even want to play the big game hanging over everyone's heads. ]
Actually, it might be a good idea to look for someone who has more resources than others, now that I think about it.
[ And mooch off them, too. ]
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[Rin's expression turns sly as she latches on to what Weiss is saying.]
Intend to leech off of the more fortunate?
[YOU MEAN EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE DOING RIGHT NOW, RIN? At least Rin actually intends to play the game. Though she does find herself a little concerned there haven't been many people she'd consider "prey," for now. She feels like like a cat surrounded by wolves while unable to spot any mice or birds.]
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[ Though it would be more of an exchange of services, if anything. Weiss has no intention of leeching off other people and taking advantage of them! ]
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Is that right? Forced charitable donations are acceptable?
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[ She looks absolutely disgusted at the prospect. ]
I think it might be a "you scratch my back, I scratch yours" type of deal. At least, that's who I intend to do things on my end.
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["Just tellin' it like it is" - only in the must blunt and rude way possible. Rin may like her fellow women, but she can be a thorn to pretty much everyone.]
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Favours aren't all about sex, you know!
[ RIN????????? Oh god, now she's so flustered. The wine may not have made her drunk, but she looks drunk now with how red she's become. ]
Intelligence, protection, other deals— that sort of thing!
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What the hell good is any of that in a place like this!?
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[ She sure as hell isn't going to comply 100% of the way to this resort's whims!! NO ONE CAN TELL HER WHAT TO DO etc ]
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[Rin Tohsaka has always been stubborn, but she also likes to pretend she's the type of person who gives up in any situation she already knows she won't win in. Like someone dealing with "logic" rather than "heart".]
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[ Oh boy. Now she can't not do some research and try to find a way out of here. She's determined, at least. Not just to prove someone wrong, but to make progress and find her way back to Remnant.
Their fingerfood is pretty easy to make, at least. By the looks of it, it was just plating everything and then bringing it to them, so it doesn't take very long. Weiss pushes the plate closer to Rin. ]
Now stop starving.
furina.
[ BAYLEY WHY ]
[ They have the same reaction. Sort of. Dramatic gasp and everything. She almost wants to laugh from how stupid it is, but she is also embarrassed?? ]
I don't understand how that would be considered sexy. [ Also that's her butt????? ] I mean, I guess you can reroll? Although I don't know if that's considered one missed turn already.
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W-we can just say that was...a warm-up! Yes. The game truly begins now!
[ Gods help her if she rerolls the same thing again, she'll have to accept a missed turn then. As it is, she just has to hope the game runners aren't going to insist a practice roll isn't a thing. Scooping up the dice, she eagerly throws them again, this time rolling...
A 6 and a 3! ]
...Sniff mouth? Ahem. That...seems much easier to accomplish.
[ If a little weird. ]
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Sure, I guess?
[ Wait, Weiss pauses, turns around to cover her mouth so she can smell her breath. Okay— it smells like the peppermint mocha from Birdbucks. It's not too bad? She turns back around a few seconds after. ]
Right.
[ Slowly... slowly... she opens her mouth by just a tiny little fraction. ]
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She earnestly hopes this is the only breath smelling either of them will need to do. Leaning forward, Furina tips her nose up towards Weiss's...mouth...and sniffs.
... ]
Alright, I-I...think I smelled it!
[ She caught a whiff of something pepperminty! ]
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She closes her mouth and swallows, just to get her mouth a bit more moist again. ]
I'm not even going to ask what it was like. [ Now that it's her turn, she takes the dice and rolls a 5-3!
That's. . . lick mouth. And she actually says those two words out loud first. And for a few seconds, she processes it, and then— ]
Oh. That's... asking me to make out with you.
[ That's what it means, right. ]
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Furina certainly hopes so, because the clinical act of licking someone in the mouth sounds so much weirder than just a kiss with tongue...though that's also a bit — new, still.
Swallowing against the nerves in the back of her throat, Furina nods, meeting Weiss' gaze. Okay. She can do this... ]
Ahem! Very well, then. I'm...ready, when you are!
[ do you think in teyvat they call it a fontainian kiss ]
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Weiss does take a deep breath in and then out. ]
Right. And— it's okay to be nervous. [ Though she might just be saying that because she is. By no means is she calling Furina out for this!
With a small smile, she leans in. While she doesn't kiss Furina on the mouth right away, she does kiss the girl on the cheek first. A soft and gentle one, before she moves to the other cheek. It's to get a feel of it, to set the mood. Weiss is imagining how she'd like to be kissed and emulating her ideas.
Finally, she presses her lips against Furina's, two fingers on the other girl's chin to tilt it up a little. ]
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Quietly grateful that Weiss takes the lead and builds up to kissing her mouth, Furina tamps down her nerves with the gentleness of that gesture. It makes it all the easier to lean into it when Weiss prompts her to, her gaze dipping up before remembering she should...close her eyes. As they flutter closed, one of her trembling hands lifts to glide over the curve of the other girl's jaw, thumb just pressing to the corner of her cheek, her lips parting after a few moments to deepen the kiss.
There's no need to rush, really, and Furina doesn't want to rush. Maybe it's some silly game, but that doesn't mean she'll treat a kiss so ungently when it's given to her like this. ]
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Her kisses remain slow, languid, and warm. When she feels Furina's lips part, Weiss doesn't dive in and become a bit more aggressive. There's no need to. But she does place her other hand on Furina's waist, and her kisses feel a little warmer and heavier. They begin to linger, lightly sucking on her lower lip in between each one.
The objective is to lick her mouth, but it feels a little to soon to start using her tongue. That's just tacky, and Weiss won't accept tacky. ]
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It doesn't hurt that it's...good practice for her either. She is, of course, still an actress at heart, eager to put her best foot forward, and this is almost like...an audition, a rehearsal. A chance to take what she knows and what she's learned and hone her skill. As Weiss tugs her lips between her own, Furina scrapes over them lightly with her teeth, tongue pressed to the roof of her own mouth, while the hand at Weiss' jaw lifts to sink into her hair instead, fingers filtering through it gently, carefully.
...She likes to think she's gotten rather good at this, in her limited exposure, but she's more than a little familiar with reading a partner's movements and taking cues. If Weiss doesn't make the attempt first, when the moment feels right, Furina takes the initiative to glide the tip of her tongue over Weiss's bottom lip, emboldened by the warmth of this kiss.
It's only then that she realizes she's started to tasted the peppermint that had lingered on Weiss' breath. ]
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It's Furina who takes the initiative to do more, and Weiss picks up on the cue rather quickly. Was she supposed to do that, or is Furina the one who wants more than what she has to offer? It's something she'll think about later on, after all this, because she parts her lips a little to let her tongue slide out. At the same time, she takes a step closer, her one hand tilting Furina's head up a little more as she deepens the kiss.
Weiss did say they were going to make out. And now she's getting more into this, a soft moan escaping her as she seeks Furina's tongue with her own. ]
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For all intents and purposes, they've now fulfilled what the dice asked for them, but Furina isn't quite ready to let this end, enjoying what Weiss offers her in this kiss, and the chance to learn, to studying these intricate dance moves that she is quickly becoming accustomed to. The touch of her tongue is timid, at first, but she grows bolder, drawing it over the ridge of Weiss's teeth as she draws her flavor into her own mouth, her heart beating like a mad fist in her chest.
Should they...stop now?
Her hand drops down to rest against gently against Weiss's collar bone, an invitation to stop, if she wishes to, but otherwise, Furina will continues to kiss her, slow and deep. ]
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There's something fun about this— kissing and being close to someone— the physical intimacy of it all is both so intriguing and exciting, and Weiss finds that she's not quite ready to let go just yet.
At the same time though, she isn't someone who intends to take this any further. Her kisses remain as slow and heated as Furina's, like a calm river during a hot summer day. Even Furina's hand by her neck feels hotter than it should, as if she's become so sensitive to everything.
When Weiss breaks away, it's more because she needs air than because she wanted to stop. Her eyes stay half-lidded after opening them, her cheeks so flush, and her chest is heaving just from all that. ]
Are you okay?
[ Her voice is hush, and it's only the hand on Furina's chin that drops. The other remains on the other girl's waist, albeit her touch isn't so heavy and pronounced now. ]
(barfs) elphelt
You know, I'm not some pretty princess in need of defending. I can take care of myself.
[ But she is a pretty princess, thank you very much.
... And if you think that was cold, she takes the spoon that's held out to her, only to turn it around and shove the cake right into Elphelt's mouth. ]
:c
[Elphelt was trying to be polite and let Weiss get the first bite! But she accepts it with excited wiggles in her seat. It tastes good!]
--I-I didn't mean to suggest you can't just because you're a pretty princess. But...well, us girls have to stick together, right? Just know you don't need to deal with anything all on your own. That's all.
[THE COFFEE IS NOW GETTING CHUGGED.]
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I suppose you have a point. Then, if you ever have any problems, you can come to me, too.
[ It's only fair! Finally, she takes a sip of her coffee. It's not bad— a little sweet, but still decent. She nods before taking another sip, deciding that she likes the taste. ]
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[If only she had half a clue what 'work together to survive' entails in this world. Maybe then she would think Weiss is better off getting help from literally anyone else.]
I bet a classy girl like you has an eye for fashion, right? The first thing I could use help on is picking out clothes once I've got the cash. No way I'm living with only one outfit!
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[ So she can get more outfits!! Though... it might be better to buy more clothes later on. What if they wake up tomorrow and they're at home already? Then they'd just be wasting resources now! ]
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[She is already thinking of a rock 'n' roll makeover for Weiss. It'll be a fabulous girl's day out!]
Plus, it'd be totally more fun to do it together. We could even get matching outfits and be twinsies.
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[ Elphelt, you are asking too much of her. Weiss isn't completely rejecting the idea, at least. This time, she takes a bite of the cheesecake for herself, taking a moment to savour how it tastes.
Cheesecakes? More like heaven on earth. ]
I could definitely help you out in looking for outfits, though. But I can't promise it'll be... [ A pause. She is trying her best to think of a word that wouldn't be too offensive for "rock n' roll". ] daring or rough around the edges. I could try, though.
[ Weiss is gonna dress Elphelt up like Blake and Yang's lovechild. ]
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[But...they would have been hot! Together! An unstoppable force of feminine power!]
What about you? I think you'd look pretty good in a more, uh, daring and rough around the edges look. Leather, straps, a few spikes here and there. A real 'bad girl' makeover for a day.
[A gay cat dragon baby...]
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[ White leather, maybe, but nothing dark. ]
Not to mention, it kind of feels weird to be a "bad girl".
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[She's the baddest girl around!!! As bad as a cupcake. As bad as a marshmallow!!! As bad as a newborn duckling.]
Even if it's a one time thing, trying new things is what makes us grow as people. It'll be fun, I promise.
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[ Sorry. She's just being honest! ]
I mean... you're a bit too... I don't know. Chipper?
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[She points to her leather jacket!]
Spikes! Gloves!
[She points to her fingerless gloves! And the spikes all over her outfit!]
Skull! See? Skulls are bad.
[She points to the skull insignia on the sleeve of her jacket.]
I'm a rock star! Being a baddie is my whole deal.
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[ Bad girls would not care! Weiss would be threatened or even challenged right about now! ]
You do nail the fashion, though. [ She looks Elphelt up and down for a bit as she thinks. What can she suggest to make her more "bad"? ] Hm, have you ever tried black coffee?
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[She may not have tried it herself, but her body recoils at the thought, a reaction rooted in a deeply embedded genetic memory inherited from her original. Black coffee is icky!]
You're not going to suggest I start, are you?
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[ She just wants to help improve El's image ): ]
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Without a word, Elphelt gets up to head to the counter and orders the most bitter, blackest coffee--loud enough so a certain someone can hear. Large cup of bitter blackness in hand, she returns to her seat.
Still saying nothing, Elphelt chugs. It is awful and bitter, but she powers through! Her intense gaze stays locked on Weiss's eyes the entire process. Once the coffee is gone, she lets out a deep, gravelly death growl.]
YEEEAH! BITTER BLACKNESS DEEPER THAN DEATH ITSELF!
[She smashes the cup against her forehead, turning it into a little paper disc, which she drops in front of Weiss. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth as she throws up the horns with both hands.]
That do anything for you, Miss Weiss?
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... that was not "cool" by any means, but that was still pretty intense. ]
You know what? You can just forget what I said earlier.
[ Said a little weakly. She has Regrets. ]
Please don't let me tell you what you should and shouldn't drink.
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Heh, heh, yeah, that was pretty metal, huh? Glad we got that settled.
[.................She scoops a huge forkful of the cheesecake into her mouth in hopes the sweetness washes away the bitterness. ]
Dat wash sho grosh. Who drinksh coffee like dat on purposh?
[Said through a mouthful of cheesecake.]
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Please don't speak when your mouth is full.
[ She certainly thinks that not even bad girls and boys do that! (Okay, that might not be entirely accurate...) ]
People do like it, though. I tend to drink my coffee with some milk and cream at times, or mixed with other things, but black coffee is also good.
luffy.
Sure, but not a crew that would start doing crimes and all that.
[ Sorry, Luffy, she's not aware of good pirates! :') ]
If anything, the people stuck in this place like us should be sticking together, not causing a divide.
gojou.
[ Good for him for enjoying all this. . . At least someone is entertained! Weiss is still so confused, but has some to realise that maybe he wasn't lying about this magic trick, if it even is a trick. It might just be magic altogether.
Much as she hates being told what to do, she lets out a huff before doing as she's told. Just a little, just enough that she isn't sitting so stiff in her seat.
It isn't for him, though. ]
I'm curious... How many fingers am I holding up?
[ Well, holding up on her lap, she means. That's why she put some distance between her legs to begin with. ]
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( there's a long groan, as though he hates the prospect of being tested--in reality, it doesn't much bother him, though it does make him slump back in his seat, chin ducking down slightly to angle his gaze more fully through to the table and beyond.
this is the sort of thing that might give him a headache, in the long run. but she's spread her legs at least a little bit, enough to see the hue of her underwear, and more than that, now she's got a hand in her lap, holding up-- )
Three? Three fingers.
( immediately he's laughing, a bright sort of cackle, as he leans into the table again; he clearly can't sit still. )
What do I win? What's my prize?
i thought i put how many fingers she had up i'm gomen but that's ok
It's pretty amazing, whatever he's doing, she'll have to give him that. There's no part of Weiss that would fawn over a person's skills unless she really idolised them, though. So for now, she'll give credit in her own way. ]
I don't know how you did it—with some sort of crazy spell, probably—but you got it right.
You wanted to know the colour of my panties, didn't you? Would knowing be enough of a prize?
no worries at all!
( there's a laugh--he's pleased, at least, and this means he's won something; her hand curls into a fist, and part of wonders if she's about to climb over the table and slap him.
luckily, it doesn't seem like they're going to have that problem. )
It's not magic or anything. It's just how I am. ( there's an indifferent, playful little shrug. ) Besides, now I know the color of your panties. The prize would be if you took them off and gave them to me.
( okay, maybe now he's going to get slapped across the table. )
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[ Wait, no, that's not the point here. She was about to leave the topic at that and move onto the next part of their little speed date before time's up, but what he says about her panties gets her to do a doubletake. ]
What- the nerve! [ Oh god, she could slap him so easily. She's huffing and puffing, and instead of slapping him, she slams her hands on the table. ] I think we're done here! You've had your fun, and I'm sure someone else would be happy to give their panties to you.
[ Even if he's serious or not, she sure as hell is embarrassed beyond belief by such a request. Her face is so red as she scowls at his general direction. Rather than walk away though—which she could so easily do—she actually stands there and waits for an apology... ]
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she might be leaving now, but she'll be back. it's not like there's anywhere really for them to go except onto the next speed date, and then what? she's trapped in this place just like the rest of them.
however, she's not--actually leaving. with a lift of a brow, he sits up a little taller, waiting; she definitely is disgruntled, but she seems to be waiting for something. )
Eh~? What is it? ( a tilt of his head, playful. ) Are you waiting for something?
( his lips spread into a grin. ) Sit back down. We can work out some kind of deal, right?
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Weiss does not leave and expects an apology not because of any future instances wherein they do run into each other, but rather because she's far too prideful to not up and leave without one. She is practically demanding one, and she might not be able to get on with the rest of her day without it. ]
I'm waiting for something, yes. [ Said in between gritted teeth. ] You're supposed to be saying something.
[ And no, she does not "sit back down" as she is told. She will very angrily stand, arms crossed, absolutely indignant. The more she's given instructions, the more she does not want to follow them like the brat that she is. ]
for nami.
It definitely doesn't have to be right away.
[ Definitely not. Maybe another time, when there isn't something more important going on.
It's funny how she was so against getting intimate with anyone here, even telling Rin that she'll focus on getting more information to get out of here, instead. And yet, having a taste of intimacy and the pleasure that comes with it has changed her mind some. It isn't so bad to indulge!
Like now, when she finds herself in the presence of such a lovely woman. Her own touch is a lot more shy and reserved, and she even hesitates for a second before she rests her hand on Nami's waist. It's an experimental touch, to see what the other girl would appreciate, because while she somehow loves getting attention and affection, she's also not that very good at giving back. Maybe that can change.
Or she could try and vie for more attention. Especially with her words. ]
You know, [ She arches her back some, her breast pressing even further into the other girl's hand. ] I'm not wearing a bra underneath.
[ Her dress is padded, at least, but that hardly matters with a statement as bold as that. ]
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Head ducking, hiding a grin against the other woman's skin while she kisses her way along the collar of Weiss' dress Nami's gaze stays trained on the other girl's face. ]
Are you going to take it off so I can see for myself, or do I get to take it off you?
[ She gives Weiss' skin a careful nip as she asks before pulling back long enough to pull her own top off and cast it aside. Unlike Weiss, she didn't think to forgo wearing a bra, but the black lace she opted for that day compliments the sunny freckles that span the tops of her shoulders, and the curves of her body nicely. ]
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She lets out a soft and giddy little laugh after catching herself staring for a second. Right- she was asked a question. ]
I doubt there's any excitement in pulling a zipper down... [ And so, she straightens her back and reaches for the zipper on one side of her dress. With it being the only thing that keeps her outfit together, it slowly slips down as it begins to fan out all the way down to her waist.
It'd be so easy to slip out of the dress entirely, either by letting it pool to the floor if she got back up, or by pulling it up and over her arms, but Weiss isn't in a rush for that at this time. It is a she said though, she isn't wearing anything underneath her dress beyond her panties; her perky breasts now exposed to the cool air.
With that out of the way, she reaches for Nami's hands now that they're free again. Weiss gives her hands a soft tug, urging her to come back closer, guiding those hands to the sides of her chest as she leans in to kiss the other girl again. ]
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It depends on what the zipper is for. [ She counters. This zipper is exciting.
Nami doesn't need much encouragement to get close again, grinning against Weiss' mouth as she's caught in another kiss, the hands the other woman's guided high on her sides, fanning out against her ribs, mapping her curves before roving up to cup her breasts.
Experienced or not, that Weiss isn't shy about what she wants is enough to encourage Nami further, urging her to part her lips and let the tip of her tongue brush against the other woman's bottom lip, tracing over the subtle swell of it as she gently catches Weiss' nipples between her fingers, rolling them between the pads of her fingers slowly. ]
You're going to have to get my bra off. [ The words murmured against Weiss' mouth in a low tease. ] My hands are going to be busy for a while, and I want you to touch me.
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She doesn't wait to let her hands wander, but she doesn't want to seem too excited, either. From holding hands, she rests her hands on Nami's waist, feeling her skin, letting a bit of her own warmth mix with hers. Slowly, she lifts her hands up, letting them explore a bit more, pushing the other girls' breasts up playfully before bringing her hands back. It makes her lean forward, her body pressing up against Nami's in turn. ]
It's a cute bra. Let me take care of it.
[ Her voice is a little hushed now. Nobody else can hear them here, but it just feels like the right thing to do in this situation. To keep her voice down like this— to make it more intimate. Though it might sound like a line, Weiss does actually mean it. Black isn't her colour, but it is cute.
There's no ceremony to it, how Weiss easily unclasps it with a push and a pull, allowing her to slip her hands underneath with little issue. While that seems easy, the rest is still rather unfamiliar territory. But with how her nipples are gradually getting hard and the smile on her face, doesn't seem all that nervous. ]
Have fun with me. I'll do my best with you, too.
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I'm already having fun with you. [ Nami's tone mirrors Weiss' in softness, murky marine eyes catching Weiss' paler, bluer ones in a fleeting stare, raising her eyebrows conspiratorially before bridging the space between their mouths and kissing her again.
The thought of not seeming too eager hasn't been in Nami's mind for a while now, the truffle's effect on her evident in the way she lets her hands flatten against the other woman's back, the tops of her palms rough from a life at sea, but her touch gentle all the same. The deft touch of a pickpocket.
She's not used to being the one with more experience in a situation like this one, but Weiss is encouraging enough that Nami can take what she says to heart, happy to do as the other woman asks, and have a lot of fun with her.
Nami's palm curves over Weiss' ass, hand fitting over the shape of it as the tips of her fingers tease between the other woman's thighs from behind, her other hand running up Weiss' side before cupping one of her breasts again. ]
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Nami hasn't given her a reason to get huffy or to get too embarrassed. It's a lot easier to be playful, to want and to get, and to enjoy. It's easy to help get the straps of Nami's bra off her shoulders and down her arms, and the way her eyes drop down for a few seconds to admire what's now exposed to her shows she isn't embarrassed, either.
There are makings a scar on the right side of her torso, just an inch or so below her breast that goes all the way down to above her tailbone. The rest of her dress still covers it up, but the rough patch of skin would be something Nami would feel from Weiss' back, too. She's small, dainty, and very obviously takes care of her body from just how smooth and perfect she feels, save for that scar there. It isn't something Weiss has ever talked about with anyone, but being impaled by a burning weapon doesn't really make for a fun conversation, especially in a situation like this. Not that she's ashamed— it's a battle scar, one that defines who she is today. ]
You're- [ She laughs, a giddy little one, that shows that she's having fun too. ] You're good with your hands. They feel nice.
[ The gentle touch, yet it feels like it could be more if Nami put more weight to them. There's a little bit of roughness from the touch, but Weiss thinks she prefers it that way. Her own fingers should be calloused from how she handles her sword, but with all the care she puts into taking care of her skin, there's just a hint of roughness from it. She's slow when a hand makes its way to Nami's breast, a curious touch as it hovers over the curve of it for a moment. When she does gain confidence a second later, her fingers splay over what she can touch before they curl for a squeeze.
It's all making her feel hotter. The way she's beginning to explore the other woman's body, hands all over hers, both on her breasts and just below her ass. Weiss has been trying her best to remain calm—maybe Nami would like that—but she's increasingly becoming needy that that cool would go away soon. ]
comes back after years in the ff7 mines
Besides, everything else about Weiss is distracting enough, that she couldn't possibly pay special attention to the spot of roughness on the other woman's back, not with her hand still curved over Weiss' ass like it is, and the woman's soft hand moving to cover her breast, touching her in a way she's been waiting for without realizing it. Nami's skin is soft, her body curvy, but the layer of lean muscle beneath is evidence of a life at sea, much like the spray of freckles over her face, and across her shoulders.
The compliment makes Nami laugh, the sound soft and breathless, not as giddy as Weiss' laughter, but no less girlish. Though the casino's pushed a lot of experience on her in a very short time, it's exciting to have another person like this, especially when they're having as much fun with it as Weiss seems to be having. ]
I'm great with my hands. [ She offers, her fingers stretching out, teasing beyond the cleft of the other woman's ass before her fingertips trace over Weiss' folds through the fabric of her panties. ]
Should we lay down?
[ As much fun as she's having teasing Weiss' cunt from behind like this, there's a lot more Nami knows she can do to prove Weiss right. ]
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[ That is to say, she nods, looks back over her shoulder just to see how much she should be backing away. The pod, for how small it is, does provide ample space to actually lay down. And so, Weiss does, rather inelegantly. She doesn't sprawl on the mattress like some sexy pin-up doll, merely shifting and moving her ass back, her feet pushing her backwards at the same time.
She doesn't leave Nami behind, at least. While Weiss does let go of the other girl, her hand drifts down her arm and takes her hand before moving back. It isn't anything like a come hither, but the smile on her face is definitely inviting as she tugs on the hand she's holding. Once her back's against a pillow as she's half laying on the mattress and half seated, ]
Is this better?
[ It makes grabbing her ass a bit more difficult, but she'd listen to Nami if she wants Weiss in any other way. For now, she opens her legs, spreading them a little bit so that she can watch the pirate between them. ]
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Humming low against Weiss' mouth Nami lets her lips part, her tongue brushing against the other woman's bottom lip as she lets go of her hand in favor of letting it run down Weiss' side, guiding her thigh to rest against her hip before her hand slips between her legs again.
Nami's familiar enough with playing the game with another woman that she doesn't hesitate, letting her fingers slip beneath her panties to brush over her folds, kissing her hungrily as she stops herself from touching any further. ]
You're so wet.
[ She teases against the other woman's lips, her fingers tracing over the shape of Weiss' cunt. As much as she's gotten very caught up in the moment, no doubt aided by that truffle, she's still mindful not to get too caught up and do something Weiss might not expect, or even be ready for. ]
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Well, whose fault is that?
[ Certainly not hers. Nami was the one who kept kissing her, who touched her, who's... honestly pretty cool and pretty and— ]
Can you tell me if... there's anything you want me to do?
[ And someone who's rendering her a bit too honest, a bit too dorky, like there's somehow this need to impress this other lady. She gives Nami a bit of a sheepish smile as she gingerly places a hand over the other's wrist, fingers gently caressing and rubbing circles before moving upwards to her arm, doing the same there, too. ]
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Mine, definitely.
[ She sounds as smug as she looks, her eyes flashing in amusement before she leans in again to steal another quick kiss, privately needing a moment to regain her cool in the wake of being asked for direction. Weiss proves again how upfront she can be, and Nami, who's gotten so caught up in running her hands over the other woman's body, is now left suddenly very focused on the slowly building ache between her thighs and how much she wants to be touched.
The hand on her arm leaves her glancing down at it and smiling, aroused, and a little bashful as she figures out how to answer that invitation. ]
I really want you to touch me. [ Anywhere, everywhere, but right now...one finger slips past Weiss' folds, ghosting over her clit before moving lower to circle her entrance, her eyes studying the pale-haired woman's face as she moves, her imagination already leaning into the thought of feeling Weiss touching her like this. ] We could do it together?
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It isn't a bad thing at all! But she's never really touched anyone else but herself. Weiss feels her heart race, Nami's taking the lead leaving her speechless for a moment. Heat courses through her, the finger oh-so-close to her most sensitive spot calling unto her, wanting to be touched. ]
Yeah. [ Nervous as she is, she wants this, too. She's far too charmed and aroused to deny Nami of anything. Not to mention... if she was the one who made the other woman feel good. . . there's something really hot about that.
So she shifts a little, sitting up some and providing a bit more space given what she's thinking. ] You can move here then, I think that might be easier.
[ Weiss, unfortunately, has shorter arms, after all. However it is they get comfortable and make each other feel good, she'll make sure she gives it her all. Her hand runs down Nami's arm again, switching from it to the side of her chest, her waist, 'til it rests just on her hip, thumb running circles on her thigh. And once Nami's within reach, if she does comply to Weiss' request, it becomes all the more easier to let her hand wander inwards, to where her thighs meet. ]
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Looking up at Weiss' face, Nami feels a blush creeping up the back of her neck as she moves to stretch out on her side beside the other woman, one of Nami's hands settling on Weiss' hip, guiding her closer, as the hand Weiss sneaks between her thighs makes her shiver, the needy heat between her thighs flaring insistently.
Nami purses her lips together as the hand on Weiss' hip travels down again, sliding past her panties so she can let her fingers run over her folds again she tips her chin up and lets her mouth catch Weiss' in a slow kiss, her tongue brushing against the seam of the other woman's mouth as the pad of her finger brushes over Weiss' clit. ]
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When Nami kisses her, she can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction from it all. Others might not like to kiss as much, but Weiss finds that she likes it. A lot. She likes it general when people use their mouths, regardless of there they are. On her lips, her neck, her tits, and everywhere else. It makes her more excited, so evident in the way she moans into Nami's mouth, her tongue darting out and looking for her's to dance with, to lick and to taste.
Her clit throbs, moreso when the flat of Nami's finger brushes over it. She chases after that feeling, rolling her hips a little just to rub her arousal against Nami's finger again. And she mimics that motion with her own hand, her index and middle fingers slowly following the path to her entrance over the panties. Just a ghost of a touch at first for a couple of strokes, before she guides her hand back up to slip underneath the waistband the next time around. ]
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Her hips are pulled forward as well as Weiss teases her over her panties, tracing over the damp fabric, and leaving her heart racing in anticipation before delving beneath to touch her directly. A soft moan escapes her as Nami's finger traces lower, drifting away from Weiss' clit to tease around her entrance, enjoying the slick heat before her touch shifts again, using that slickness on her finger to glide over Weiss' clit again, pressing down more firmly this time, eager to make the other woman moan again. ]
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With her hand slipping beneath the waistband and making direct contact with Nami's skin, goosebumps raid her arms and her neck. Add Nami's fingers tracing lower, her entrance not only so hot, but also coating those fingers nicely. With a shudder, Weiss dares to do the same thing, slender, well-cared for, and smooth fingers hovering over Nami's heat, her middle finger curving ever so slightly not to breach anything but to test the waters and get her finger wet. Weiss does it a couple more times, carefully, before moving back up to find Nami's sensitive nub and get that wet, too.
Much as Weiss wants to look, she finds her eyes forcing closed thanks to what Nami's doing to her, too. She'll try and fight it later, but as she mimics what's being done to her with her own hand for the other girl's pleasure, she's unable to look. It's taking a bit of concentration to keep moving while she's also on the receiving end of some pleasure... When Weiss does manage to open her eyes, she turns to Nami, lips agape, the lust so obvious in her glassy blue eyes. ]
Kiss me.
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Anytime you want.
[ Nami's voice is pitched low as a rule, but desire's added a layer of huskiness to it that tilts towards an almost inviting purr before she punctuates that promise with the kiss Weiss asked her for.
It's then that Nami's finger slips low again, delving towards that slick heat as a second digit joins the first, her body shifting closer to Weiss' as she slowly lets those fingers sink inside her, taking her time and paying close attention to her other woman's responses, not wanting to do more than Weiss is ready for. ]
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Even touching Nami is exciting. The idea of slipping her fingers in is exciting, and she does just so after a good few rubs, the pad of her middle finger giving her clit a lot of attention before dipping back down, coating itself again with Nami's slick.
Only when Nami sinks another finger inside does Weiss follow suit with just one of hers, mimicking the gesture to learn from it and also to have the other woman feel what she's doing. Weiss lets out a soft moan at the contact, both from what she feels inside and the own wetness that's coated her finger. ]
Oh— yeah...
[ While she doesn't wiggle her finger around, she does start with experimental come hither motions, listening and feeling for any cues she might get from the other girl. ]
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She lets her tongue drag lightly over the swell of Weiss' bottom lip before her mouth claims hers again, licking into her mouth while her thumb shifts to press gently against the other woman's clit, stroking slow circles over it. ]
Your fingers feel perfect. [ Nami whispers against Weiss' mouth, her cheeks flushing pink. ]
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Yeah? Yours too.
[ Weiss really isn't the type to curse, but she might as well be doing so in her mind. Someone else's hands on her is one of the best feelings in the world, she's starting to find. The longer this goes on, the more she might just want Nami's hands specifically on hers, too. ]
I want us to come together.
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I want that too. [ She says breathlessly, pulling back far enough to let her gaze take in Weiss' face as her fingers quicken some to match Weiss' pace, eager to make her come undone and let herself be pushed over the edge in turn. ]
I'm getting– [ Nami starts, before she cuts herself off with another soft moan, her body steadily starting to tighten around Weiss' fingers. ]
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It makes her wonder why they even played chess in the first place, when they could have started doing this earlier on. Another time though, when they aren't both horny, then maybe they'd be able to finish an actual game. Right now, with Weiss' thighs quivering, there's only one thing she wants.
Nami agreeing that she wants that too makes her walls squeeze the other lady's fingers. It gets her to thrust her fingers into Nami a little faster, with a lot more fervour, as if she needs to keep doing this like how much she needs air. ]
Yeah... just a little more!
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She moans, unable to stop the low noise from tumbling past her lips as she presses her thumb against Weiss' clit, making circles over the sensitive bud. ]
Oh fuck, Weiss. [ Nami isn't the whimpering type, but right now that's the only way to describe the ragged way she utters the other woman's name, as she trembles and does her best to try and not come before her. ]
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Either way, Weiss' breathing is heavy, and words become more and more difficult to say by the second. She hears Nami call for her, and it's like music to her ears. Much as she likes being pleasured, there's something incredibly hot when her name is said in the throes of it all when someone's enjoying what she's doing to them. It's why even though it's challenging to speak, she says her partner's name, too. ]
Nami— Nami! [ The way she thrusts her finger into Nami is a little faster this time around, with a bit more push to it. All as her own walls clench so tightly as it feels like she's cumming.
Her toes curl and for a second or two, it feels like everything stops. Weiss' tries to keep at it even though her vision's turned white and her legs feel so weak. Just a little more, the pad of her thumb resting over Nami's clit to rub it, sliding her finger from one side to another at the same time. ]
Come on...
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I'm–
[ She can't finish the sentence, and really, at this point she doesn't need to, as both of them seem far too incoherent to notice or care about things like that. It's obvious in the way her walls tighten, her body thrumming with her racing pulse, that she's caught in the blissful peak of her own orgasm. Her heartbeat hasn't slowed at all, even after Weiss' fingers have ]
You're… [ With a breathless chuckle, Nami shakes her head, meeting the other woman's eye with a dazed, fond little smile. ] Great at chess.
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Only then does she relax, letting out a shudder has she feels her thighs quivering. It's slow, how she draws her hand away from the other girl now, but she doesn't wipe the slickness away just yet. ]
Hah... that was chess?
[ It's a dreamy little smile the former heiress has on, too. What a great first meeting, if she does say so herself. ]
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[ Nami counters with a dazed grin, her thighs still twitching slightly as she carefully slides her fingers free of Weiss' heat, watching the other woman through her eyelashes as she moves close enough to press a kiss against her shoulder. ]
I really hope I see you again.
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[ Should be easy enough to remember! Weiss definitely wants to see Nami again, too. And it's not just to play chess again.
She lets out a soft laugh before she shimmies over to kiss the other girl's nose. A sweet little boop. ]
For now? I think we should get dressed before some creepy voyeurs find us.
end here or yours to wrap?
Mine's my name, you'll know who it is.
[ Yes, Nami, that is obvious.
Shooting Weiss a fond smirk before she looks away, Nami pulls her bra back on and her dress shortly thereafter, covering herself up before hunting down where her panties ended up. ]
ragna.
[ Not a bad first call, but this guy doesn't have any chips on him, still. He sounds like he knows what he's doing with how calm he is, so hopefully he does know how to wrangle his way out of debt.
The resort is kinder to wildcards, anyway. Weiss and the others certainly didn't experience any form of discrimination until they ended up getting checked in. Who knows if it'll be different if he's seen hanging around someone with a low rank, though...
She'll take responsibility if that does happen. ]
Why does it look like you just got married?
[ Balloons and... gifts and all. Some of these cards are even wishing him congratulations! And yes, he did tell her to get comfortable, so she's looking around now, and has approached the mountain of wrapped presents that are just sitting there. Unopened. ]
You should open these. Maybe there's something useful here.
[ A beat. She picks one of the cards up and reads it aloud: ]
"Ragna the Bloodedge... they finally put a ring on the Crimson Calamity! Congratulations on sealing the deal and saying "I do" instead of "Rawr!" May your wedded bliss be filled with epic combos, power-ups of love, and a happily ever after that throws down like a Level 10 Distortion Drive. Just remember, sharing your Danger Gauge might be the ultimate act of true love!" Heart emoji.
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He may know next to nothing about her? But she's just a person. And if the staff want to treat her like crap while he's around? They'll have to go through him. ]
APPARENTLY I did. [ Though he supposes he should clarify. ...even if he still doesn't know the how or why. ] I'm guessing this didn't happen to you when you woke up here. I wound up in bed with someone that flipped their lid on me. [ Though, looking back,
whether this timeline meant Ereshkigal or ElpheltRagna can't help but grimace a little. ] Can't say I blame them in hindsight.[ He'll go get changed in the other room. Right now, he's just going to take off the excess layers like his jacket and vest, unbuttoning them as Weiss investigates the mountainous pile of unopened wedding favours and gifts. As he calls back, one foot into the other room but still in the general vicinity, as Weiss leans over to pick up one of the congratulatory cards, ]
Yeah, I'm not sure how trustworthy a pile of—
[ He gets cut off a beat later by: ]
[ "Ragna the Bloodedge... they finally put a ring on the Crimson Calamity!" ]
You reading that off that card?? [ Half a beat- ] The hell's a "Crimson Calamity"? It's "Grim Reaper"!
[ "Congratulations on sealing the deal and saying "I do" instead of "Rawr!" May your wedded bliss be filled with epic combos, power-ups of love, and a happily ever after that throws down like a Level 10 Distortion Drive." ]
WHY is there a level t—
[ "Just remember, sharing your Danger Gauge might be the ultimate act of true love!" ]
That doesn't make any sense. NONE of that made any sense!
[ ... "Heart emoji." ]
[ ... ]
They actually write that out or is there a heart?
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Finally, she turns to look at him, wherever he may be. She waves the card she's reading nonchalantly. ]
You can stop shouting and just relax your pretty little head, Ragna the Grim-reaping Crimson Calamity Bloodedge. There's a heart emoji, so I just read it out loud. How else would you read it?
[ She's ignoring everything else in favour of that. Yes. ]
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As Weiss turns to look back at him, she'll find him still decent, having removed his pristine white jacket and vest and leaving himself with his dress shirt. Did he haphazardly throw them away on the bed in the room behind him? He was originally going to go change into a t-shirt (that reads, and I quote: "👁 ♥ ⊙⊙s", courtesy of the Great Tit souvenir shop!) ... and then Ragna remembered that the t-shirt read "👁 ♥ ⊙⊙s" in the first place so just untucking his dress shirt and coming back over to Weiss is fine for now. ]
God, shut up! [ At least Ragna's not yelling anymore so much as he's...grumbling. Kind of. He barks loud, but he really is just a big softy, huh? ] Either not at all or—
[ Sigh. ]
—never mind.
[ Weiss wins. Though, on this topic, perhaps more curious, ]
Mouthful of a name aside, [ That's completely wrong by the way please just call him Ragna... ] I've never heard anyone call me 'Crimson Calamity' before. Still... [ It's not inaccurate, unfortunately. Which is why: ] Just how much does this resort know about all of us if we're getting pulled from different worlds?
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[ That should be as much of a warning as any that that wasn't cool. Weiss is somehow forgetting the fact that she was practically teasing him over his name— which, for someone who is so particular about it, should be a lot kinder.
Too bad his name is Ragna the Bloodedge, though. He's practically asking to be questioned about such a name. Not to mention, those other things.
Still, she's not completely put-off by it at this time. He's prickly, but every time she tells someone else to shut up, it's not like they completely mean it, anyway. Maybe he's the same. Not to mention, if she leaves now, she will miss out on good food, so... ]
They probably know everything about you. All your secrets, what you were doing last night... [ She shrugs her shoulders before handing him the card. He can keep it, heart emoji and all. She'll look at the other things and read through them too, though this time, keeping commentary to herself. ] But I don't think they care.
They just want you to, well, you know.
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[ And he won't tell her again! Mostly because her hunch is right. It's a bark. And she's...honestly the first person that he's actually felt more relaxed around since he got here. She wasn't feeling him out to see if he was trying to get in her pants. And he was getting some sense of understanding about the relationship between different ranks. ]
Somehow that doesn't surprise me.
[ Picking up the card, Ragna gives it a once over, only discarding it on the couch beside him with a small "tch". ]
Have sex. [ It's okay, Weiss. You can say it. ] Build up a nice deck of cards.
[ Game 52... ]
And have ALL your dreams come true. [ He's not about to directly ask her if she's playing. Much as he tends to speak before he thinks, he's got enough common sense and respect for that much. ] I'm not buying it.
[ The whole wish. ]
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[ Good for you that you can say it to casually, Ragna. Good for you, truly. ]
The wish thing doesn't seem real, but I don't think there's anybody here who can actually confirm it. [ Because it sounds like nobody has even finished the game, collected all the cards. It seems as if people end up losing their more rational side and end up just being... soulless husks in this place.
Like those regulars at the casino who just play all day, party all night...
She takes a seat on the chaise lounge, right next to all the presents. ]
To be honest, I feel like a lot of the people here have already forgotten it. Or if they haven't, they aren't talking about it. Most people sound like they aren't interested in leaving any time soon.
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Yeah, that sounds like bait. Or if you finish the game and get a wish, why would you wanna leave by the time you finish the deck?
[ As for Ragna? He's still very much of the camp of "get me the hell out of here", even if living a life of luxury with no one to hound him...doesn't seem to have any drawbacks? But he knows better.
This isn't a gag reel.He's got enough common sense to see what Weiss sees. The guests that toil their time away at dealers tables, slot machines, grabbing anything and anyone with a bestial growl of desire if they so much as give them the bedroom eyes back. There's also the fact that there are far more pressing matters waiting back home. Was Weiss in the same boat?What was she doing before she folded into a life of sin and debauchery?
While Weiss takes a seat on the chaise lounge, he finds a seat on the half-circled lounging sofas, closest to the chair she's popped herself down in.
For the time being, he just listens, chin in his hand as he leans forward in his seat. ]
Sounds to me like game or no game, most people don't have much of a choice. That's why I was... [ He studies her face, the angry delinquent she'd been teasing earlier gone for now. Oh right. He was doing some premature investigating before he found Weiss. Alright, Ragna. You haven't forgotten completely how to be a mature adult, have you? ] Listen, Weiss. Um...
[ She's already thanked him— even if it was for taking her order. ]
Thanks. [ ! ] For filling me in on this place a little more. Frankly, that's part of why I invited you up.
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She'll try and answer any questions he may have while they wait for their food. She isn't quite sure what to make of his company just yet, and with him thanking her now, seemingly sounding a bit softer and nicer throws her off, too. Now she doesn't really know what to make of him.
Acting all nice when he hasn't even had any of the food yet... ]
You don't have to change your tune. [ It's weird, she'd tell him, but she just knows that'd make him tell her to shut up again. 🤨 Rude??? ] But it's not a big deal.
There isn't much that I know, to begin with.
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[ ... Man. Try to be nice when there's no reason to go sticking your hand in peoples' faces to back off and he's...realizing that this part is also new territory to him still. ]
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[ He's not after anything related to the game, and he just got here. Weiss isn't particularly bothered by his transparency when she didn't think there was anything wrong there to begin with. ]
But... [ She crosses her legs, places her hands over one knee. ] If you think there's something to show gratitude for? I'll take one more crepe on another day. And next time, it won't just be butter and sugar.
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[ But if he really wants to show his gratitude… ]
?
[ She’s asking for another crepe again. If there’s a next time, and he becomes an “unlucky” wildcard that happens to check in after all… There’s something blue about all that; that he’s had his comfort zone just completely shattered in record time, and his very rationale put into question. There’s a whole world waiting for him back home, for good or ill, and he’s going to spend his time gambling and having sex in a haunted casino?
… Sigh.
With the right company, then: ]
That’ll make us even then, huh. [ Hm. She’s a bit of a brat, but… ] Deal.
[ ‘Knock, Knock, Knock.’ ]
Huh? [ Down the hallway at the front door. ] Damn, they work fast.
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I guess they only want the best for the Crimson Calamity. [ She gestures towards the door with a nod. ] Off you go, then.
They won't give the food to me if I'm the one who takes it.
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Right. [ A beat, and quieter as he starts to leave, ] Still pisses me off.
[ Treat your guests with respect?? He might be rough around the edges, but he's already done a better job than this whole damn place has. Glancing back he just calls that he'll be back in a sec with their goods. And when he opens the door, untucked dress shirt and pants and all, he's greeted by a well-dressed waiter, all smiles and enthusiasm with an entire rolling cart of high quality goods, all kept pristine and warm with their golden-domed plate covers, the serving of iced coffee on the side as good as it'd be in any advertised window. ]
Looks like everything. Thanks. I'll take it from here—
[ "Oh, nonsense, Mr. Bloodedge! Please, allow me to cart your order in for you and I'll be on my way." ]
No no, that's— [ Aaand there they go! Rolling on in. Ragna may be an esteemed guest for the time being, but a Wildcard is still a Wildcard! There's some give and pull with how gung ho the staff can be for a man like him. And he just. Glares with a rough sigh. ] —fine.
[ And when the waiter does roll into the spacious main living hub of the Jack Suite, they suddenly begin to slow down upon spotting the white-haired Huntress, and their jovial expression just...drops. Whether he was already making himself comfortable with this lady or not, the fact still remains that this is a place for the illustrious. Not for...
"Do keep your hands to yourself unless Mr. Bloodedge—" ]
The butter and sugar crepe.
[ —gives her permission? Oh my. Mr. Bloodedge was so silent walking behind the waiter that they didn't even realize they were there already.
"Ah, yes?" ]
Which one is it? [ "O-Of course, right here! As you requested!" They remove the dinner plate to reveal an oh-so-fresh serving of crepes, beautifully folded with butter still freshly melting atop at a glacier pace. ] And the earl grey cream puffs?
[ Well those are in a smaller serving dish! Looking as delicate as ever! Ragna doesn't need to ask about the Iced coffee. It's in plain sight. Now with all those things settled? ]
These are for Weiss. [ A beat. ] Give them to her.
[ And judging by Ragna's tone, just towing the line of polite yet his lower cadence commanding, they'd better do it nicely as well. ... No no! Please! He insists. They went through the trouble of coming all the way in here; go for broke! Hesitating for but a moment before resigning themselves, as the waiter is prepared to offer both the main serving of crepes and the cream puffs as an aside, he hears from behind him, a fleck of smug but oh-so-tired. ]
Service with a smile.
[ Oh this smartass. But Weiss does indeed receive her order, entrusting them to her safely before finishing with the chilled ice coffee. They promptly take their leave right after this, making sure to close the door behind them until it's finally just the two of them alone again. ]
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It is admittedly a little awkward especially for someone who is used to have people serving her. She grins back as the plates are served on the coffee table by where she's seated, just as forced as what she's being given. Only when the staff leaves does the smile get wiped off Weiss face. ]
That wasn't necessary. [ But what's done is done, and she isn't particularly upset! Especially when what she says next is: ] I could have told them off on my own.
[ She does, finally reach for the coffee, though. It is something she needs at this point, for the caffeine to be part of her system already so that she can get going with her day. Everything will fall into place once she's finished her coffee. ]
Why should I let someone else tell me what to do with my hands? I'll put them on you whenever I want.
[ SNRK. Don't mind her, she's just teasing and gunning for a reaction, sipping very, very loudly with her straw with her own flavour of smugness reflecting in her gaze. ]
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Ragna's not taking that crap. He threads a gloved hand through his spiky hair again, like it was a destresser when she tells him that what he did was unnecessary. He slowly paces back and forth in front of the cart. ]
Somehow I don't doubt that.
[ She's sassy enough for it. While Weiss contents herself in reaching for her coffee, he's got his back turned as he lifts the lid on the gourmet portions of crisp Peking duck when he hears her squeeze the trigger. Aaand,
"I'll put them on you whenever I want."
Bang.
He drops the lid back on top of the Peking duck, feeling himself bristle. Just. ]
Wha?!
[ A completely different kind of bristle this time. One that sees him whipping back around to face her aaand, ]
I... Uh...
[ You not even gonna hide that smoking gun? You little... /// ]
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Okay, I'm really starting to understand why people love teasing others so much.
[ Others being her, in this case, but she isn't going to tell him that. He'll have something to get back at her with if she did! She'll just enjoy this for now, snickering behind her hand. Ragna the Grim-Reaping Crimson Calamity Bloodedge, the Emoticon of Anguish, the Raging Scarlet Cringe Machine, has nothing to fear. Especially not a tiny little girl just chilling, having the time of her life, and getting caffeinated. ]
You can relax. I'm not going to do that. I just thought it would be funny to say.
[ Funny for her, anyway.
She'll save the rest of her coffee for later, since there is a warm crepe waiting to be eaten right now. That's what she'll focus her attentions to now. ]
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Maybe that's why he hasn't reacted with violence. But he does crack first while she gives him that bright-eyed innocent look, glaring with exasperation dripping off his words. ]
Really? I'M your breakthrough on this?!
[ He should feel honoured! Or scared. Perhaps both. Though maybe later Ragna will reflect back on this day and the time he spent with Weiss and figure it out. Surface Ragna is embarrassed and blushing. Ragna deep down was watching her snicker behind her hand, cracking up and smiling and... Never mind. ]
You just thought it'd be funny to say. [ He's gonna take that plate of Peking duck now, already sliced into bite-sized pieces. Seeing as he ordered mainly Chinese food, his order came with chopsticks along with fine cutlery. Of which he decides to go with the former for now, since these are easy to pick up. Sitting down a space from Weiss on the couch, Ragna plucks a fresh, crispy piece. ] Tease a guy why dontcha...
[ Cronch goes the bite. ]
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[ He should definitely feel honoured, and not at all scared. It's very rare for Weiss' sense of humour (?) to shine like this, even if it is at his expense. Knowing how prickly she can be though, she'll back off if he actually does tell her to shut up or something equally as harsh.
He isn't, though, so she takes it as a sign that she can keep going. ]
So, what do you think? [ Now that he's had a bite of the food. Maybe one bite isn't enough to judge how good the food here is, but it could be, depending on his tastes. ] It's pretty good, right?
The taste doesn't differ depending on what rank you are, at least. It's just the service that does.
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[ A little sarcasm to garnish her plate of sass.
Oh but he is. ...there's something about her type that's the scariest of all. Granted, Ragna was...used to the kind of taunting and teasing that was more on the brutal side. So maybe this is why Weiss' sense of humour (?) isn't completely discarded by him. Even if he's
being a tsundererough around the edges about it all.Don't mind him. This is a process. A lot of this place is. Not that he's completely folded and accepted the potential hand he's being dealt yet. Despite his potty mouth and attitude? Ragna...actually has surprisingly good table manners. So when Weiss asks him how the food is, he silently raises his finger as if signalling "one sec" so he can finish swallowing.
There! ]
Yeah, it's not bad. [ Not just "not bad", ] Hate to admit it, but it's up there with some of the Chinese restaurants in Orient Town.
[ Ragna'll keep peking away at the Peking, though he doesn't scarf them down either, rather savouring them! ]
How's your coffee?
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It's good. I was thinking of getting something hot earlier, but I'm glad I went for a cold coffee now.
[ It's very refreshing! But it really does feel like a trap because she can just keep sipping and sipping and sipping... ]
The crepes they make are good, too. [ Not sharing, though. And she makes that painfully obvious, because— ] You should try the cream puffs when you're done eating, too.
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Never actually tried a cold brew before. [ Not that Ragna was some culinary connoisseur or barista expert, but if he had to take a wager, ] I imagine it's gotta feel more refreshing.
[ Not that hot coffee was bad in any way. ]
Haven't had a crepe either, come to think of it. [ Even if he knows what they are. He won't ask for hers, but he does blink in surprise as she offers to let him try one of the cream puffs. There's four of them, delectable for their size. As he settles into the privacy of his suite with company, Ragna starts to get a little more comfortable. ] Oh, thanks.
[ There's a few more slices of Peking on his plate, the tops bubbly from the skin getting that nice crackle for a crunch which preludes the duck meat. His gaze flits over to the cart of food, but more specifically, the extra couple pairs of chopsticks tucked away away in their folded napkins. There's also forks and spoons as an option but...
He looks back to Weiss with his plate in hand. ]
Wanna try? [ A beat. ] After you've had yours?
[ Because for now, he'll save it for later and put a cover back on it to keep it warm. Next up is the fried rice. He's working his way up to the spicy tofu. ]
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[ She'll just have the other another time. Depending on how the day goes, she might want another cup of coffee later on, anyway.
With her butter and sugar crepe being light and sweet, it's easy to just keep eating it. It doesn't take long for her to be almost done with it, and then she'll move on to the cream puffs and back to the coffee. Her orders are on the lighter side of things, but the offer to try the duck isn't unwelcome. In fact, she could use just that before dessert! ]
Sure. Save me a slice, then.
[ Considering how much he ordered, he can probably... go through all of it in one sitting. Weiss would rather not take too much of his food if he's that hungry. But now that she got what she came here for, she could honestly just up and leave afterwards, leaving him to his own devices. She wonders if there's anything else he needs after they eat, because it does feel weird to eat and run. He did say it's all on him, and while it's a very generous offer, she has a feeling he'd have a difficult time paying for things when the bill comes in. ]
What are you going to do after you eat? You were looking around earlier but just wanted to get changed, weren't you?
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[ In hindsight...he could have gone for a cup himself. But, too late to call Room Service again without making it look like he was just harassing the staff. ...Which, to be frank, he's still not feeling beholden to the House and its 'denizens'.
The truth is, Ragna can eat this all if he really wants to. But he was likely going to simply leave it for leftovers. The one time he goes against his "don't have enough money to pay" rule, and he actually feels good about it? Maybe he's more bad than he thought... Nah. Just sticking it to the resort. But he's not in the mood to harp on them right now. ]
Alright then.
[ Had Weiss simply decided to up and leave now that she got what she came here for, he did say that he got what he needed, too. Some details. Some pointers. In the grand scheme of things, it really amounted to so little... But he wasn't looking at any of that. If anything, Weiss being straight with him was a welcome change of pace.
Tch. "Welcome change of pace" in a world run on sex. The hell's all there to unpack in that thought? ]
Well, my sleuthing around the lower floors accomplished jack all, so... [ Forgive him. He's still a tad lost. ] I dunno. Maybe see what I can dig up checking out the casino?
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To her, most people seem to just be enjoying themselves. As for her... while she quickly changed her tune from not wanting to play to playing every now and then, she does still know that she needs to go back home. And she'll hold onto that thought for as long as she can. It's scary to think how it feels like everyone here is going to turn into mindless players who just party, gamble, and have sex every day...
She doesn't want to be one of them. ]
Yeah, earn yourself some chips, while you're at it, too.
[ She'll have to tag along and make sure he doesn't end up playing any of the weird games. Then again, there are some of those easy ones where you sniff someone's mouth or touch their knee. It didn't seem all that bad, and it was pretty easy money! And she'll do it all even though he didn't ask.
It's not like she has anything better to do. ]
Are you normally a lucky guy?
[ With her crepe done, she stands up to place the plate on the tray. And she'll serve herself a slice of the duck, wrapping it in lettuce and then adding the sauce. ]
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He can't.
...And yet. ]
Two birds, one stone, huh?
[ Despite the fact Ragna was perfectly content in letting this room service order go unpaid, he...didn't intend to do this every time. Assuming he checks in for good and that "wildcard" of his manifests different. Besides, whether or not he plays, he chippers up just a little as he's nearly finished half the serving of fried rice. ]
Why the hell not. I gotta afford your next crepe somehow.
[ Glossing over the glaringly obvious way of affording said crepe. But he's taking a turn to kid, humor dry. He still hasn't touched the sweet & sour pork or beef chow mein, but right now, he's content in wanting to try out this Ma Po Tofu. Something that he sets in his lap as the light spice request can still fill his nostrils as he takes a breath of it. This? Required a spoon. No chopsticks were going to pick up anything substantial with this soft, rich pork and tofu dish. The cream puff would cap off the heat nicely. When she queries Ragna if he's normally a lucky guy, he doesn't quite laugh, but there's a little huff when his shoulders shrug. ]
Let's just say 9 outta 10 times, I gotta make my own luck. [ Not even discussing the trauma from his past, Ragna gently blows on the spoonful of Ma Po Tofu, he admits with a half smile: ] So basically crap.
[ Om. It's so smooth that he lets the flavours dance on his palate for a moment before swallowing, a satisfying heat tingling down his throat and lingering on his tongue. Not enough to phase him though. ]
How about you, Weiss?
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His agreement gets her to smile, and she even claps her hands together once. That's what she likes to hear! ]
That's the way. I don't think the crepes are very expensive, but if you win one of the games once? I think you'd be able to buy ten crepes!
[ Ragna should not spend all his chips on Weiss, but she's just giving him an idea here. Ideas, even! One: he can get a considerable amount of money to spend, two: he should consider getting her more than just one crepe.
(So much for not leeching off of people, Weiss.)
The slice of duck isn't so big, so it's pretty easy to finish. Once she's done, she grabs a napkin and wipes her hand of any crumbs and oil, then she sits back down, closer to the gifts now so she can go through them again while he's eating. May as well get busy with something while waiting for him. ]
I'd say... it's decent? [ Not at all true. She's just going through some of the other cards now as she figures out what her luck is like. ] The slot machines haven't made me do anything crazy yet.
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If this is what "misery loves company" looks like, than adjusting until he's pulled back through the Boundary, or the rabbit, or who knows interferes... It might not be so bad. It's easy to forget where he is when he's in a luxurious suite, buying someone food without the pretense of it being for sex. That is. Until they inevitably go back downstairs, and he'll find himself a touch more guarded once more. ]
Yeah? Ten whole crepes off one score? The economy's really booming here, [ he adds with a drip of sarcasm on the edge of his tone.
(...sigh room service gave her three he can't get upstaged by the staff.)
The Ma Po Tofu serving isn't huge, and since it wasn't served with a bed of rice, it's more or less like a really thick and savoury soup of sorts. And while he doesn't go slurping and scarfing it down like a pig, Ragna does find himself actually digging into this one especially. It might be the first thing besides the Peking Duck that gets completely polished off. He can feel a light dribble of sauce roll down from his lip, which he gently swipes with his thumb and quietly sucks off the end.
A satisfied, low rolling sigh... There. That's got the heart nice and warm. There's still some left in the deep plate! Of which he gestures to Weiss if she wished to try. If she declines, Ragna'll simply go back to it. ]
Anything crazy? [ His brow lightly furrows to that, in part concern but also...curiosity? ] You mean they're not just there to doll out chips if you get lucky enough?
[ Think you answered your own question there, Ragna, thinking of what this place literally wants 24/7. ]
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Weiss is going to be in such big trouble when she finds out about the arcade and the crepe stand there. As it is, she's content with the crepes in the cafes and all. Learning that there's actually a place here that specialises in making one of her favourite snacks... oh boy. ]
Yup. You can probably get more if you play the more difficult games, though. I don't really know.
[ That is to say, she doesn't play that much games in the casino unless she has to. Every now and then, she'll sit down and play some poker, but it's really just to observe people and practice, and not necessarily to get her chips to multiply.
Some of the gifts are unfortunately in wrapping, so she doesn't open any of those. But the ones inside paper bags which she can just take what's inside, she does mess around with! One of which she almost takes out, only to chuck the bag and its contents riiiight back at the other end of the couch. If she doesn't say anything, maybe he won't ask!
But hopefully he... enjoys the very nice black and red set of vibrators in there.
It's as she tries to cover up that nothing crazy just happened that she sees him offering her some food again. She waves a hand dismissively in response. ]
N- No, thank you! [ Hah... Ha ha.......... Better change the topic real quick now. She'll just tuck her hair behind her ear and reach for the plate of cream puffs. This is what she gets for going through people's things, really... ] And the slot machines aren't just machines, yeah. You have to do something based on what you roll, and if you do it, then you get the chips in your account.
I had to touch someone's knee before!
[ And lick someone's mouth... But it's probably best not to bring that up now. She's embarrassed herself enough as is. ]
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Editor's Note: To Unlock this Gag Reel ending, please select the dialogue choice that continues the conversation about the value of Crepes.)
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[ Both of which he's familiar with! Games that require a little more forward thinking than just pushing buttons on a screen or pulling a slot lever and watching and listening to the blinking lights and sounds. Although Weiss claims that she doesn't really know full specifics, he can only infer so much from her details as well. That and assumptions make an ass out of them both. What she does with her time in this place isn't any of his business. So whatever she has to do to make herself...comfortable? He doesn't know her well, but he'd trust that's on her.
That might be him soon, after all. Doing whatever he can to be comfortable.Ragna notices how Weiss is busying herself with the various boxes and bags, opting for the latter since those aren't wrapped or knotted with satin ribbons. He never planned on opening or taking advantage of what was inside, what with his lack of trust in this place. That's right about the time that the tiny little Schnee flings the bag and its contents to the other end of the couch. ]
Huh? [ Aaand unfortunately for Weiss, the gift bag falls onto its side, lending to the black and red vibrators peeking out. He was offering the tofu when he catches them from the corner of his eye, muttering quietly, ] Hell are those?
[ "N- No, thank you!" And timely intervention on Weiss' part! Ahhh... it's probably some weird sex thing if she was reacting like that to it. Like he knows what the hell a vibrator is. Narrowing his gaze, he moves on when she reaches for the cream puff. Right. Right. Time to reel this conversation back in. ]
"Touch someone's knee"? [ That earns Weiss a lighter 'hmph' as he wears a little smile of amusement. ] Sorry to hear that. You must've felt so scandalized.
[ She's made him feel a little more optimistic now. ... Cautiously optimistic. ]
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[ Don't quote her on that one, though. It's not like she's a casino expert to begin with. But, it's as she said. Some are easy, some can give a good payout and can last for days in the resort. Thankfully, there's no rent to pay, so most expenses just deal with food, clothing, and other extra things.
Still, it doesn't make this an ideal place to live in!
After seeing one of his presents, maybe it would be best not to touch the rest. Ragna, the Grim-Reaping Crimson Calamity can open the rest of his presents on his own. It'll be fine! He can just do it while she isn't here, because she'd rather not know what else the resort got for him and his newly wed— wherever they may be.
Out of sight, out of mind. Eating a cream puff puts her back in a good mood, a bit more calm and collected when she responds. ]
Compared to the other things, like squeezing someone's chest? I'll take touching someone's knee any time.
[ Knee kink????? She smiles at him when a thought hits her, so before she takes another bite of her cream puff, she says: ]
In fact, I'll touch your knee all day if I have to, if it meant getting chips out of it.
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[ Remember. Cautiously optimistic.
By the time he finishes the last spoonfuls of his Ma Po Tofu, he reaches for a napkin and wipes his mouth, clean as it was still. His lips tingle a little, and the spice level means that he can still feel some residual heat. If he forgets about being kidnapped like the rest of them, this is a lot more appetizing! Not bad, Golden Peacock. Not bad at all. He'll enjoy the rest later, since he can just tuck them away in the fridge like leftovers. Once he's set his empty plate aside, Weiss did offer him a cream puff so he asks, ]
May I?
[ A formality, since she'd already offered, but it's also a heads up that he's leaning over for her so he can carefully pick up one of her puffs.
"My goodness. Perhaps I might need to reevaluate my opinion of you, Ragna— when your manners were befitting of dirt before," he can totally hear the Rabbit say, backhanding him and killing any momentum of decency out of the white-haired man.
Weiss mentioning the alternative of squeezing someone's chest usually wouldn't get colour rising to his face so easily. But even if his voice hasn't stammered or composure crumpled yet, there's still a faint redness there.
Must be the spice.
(:It's a light conversation, but on the topic of where to touch others, Ragna can't help but let his thoughts trail. Normally he would keep a tighter lid on those thoughts and feelings, and he was about to say something when Weiss puts the cherry on top of her little kneedy train of thought. ]
Huh? [ Oh that. Is a good distraction from said internal thoughts. Day 1, maybe Day 2 Ragna might have barked, back straightening with a boisterious "WHOA!!" or "Where the hell did that come from?!" ...over knee touching. But she already got him flustered before, cheeky little "getting her hands all over him" remark and all. And it's not like she was randomly throwing herself at him for a joke. Words? He can handle those, tempering himself with a long, deep sigh. So despite the fact he's got a little blush, ] At least I figured out where you want to put your hands on me.
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Yes, go ahead.
[ The cream puffs are pretty good! Weiss does like this particular flavour a lot since she tried it, but she's pretty sure the other pastries in Great Tit! are a lot better. Too bad they're all shaped like actual tits, and she can't be caught eating those around anyone...
His reaction to her touching his knee isn't as explosive as the way he reacted earlier. Is he growing? Adapting? Or maybe it wasn't embarrassing enough. God- she just thinks one of her own teammates would have a kick out of all this. ]
Oh, definitely. I'd have you sit down while I'm settled on the floor, fingers splayed as I just get in there, touching your knee all over.
[ She clears her throat. Her next words have a bit of a dramatic flair to it, clearly exaggerated. ]
"Mister the Bloodedge, what beautiful skin you have. I didn't know that I knee-ded you until toda— hahaha! [ That's the sound of her breaking character and losing her shit before she could even finish the joke. ]
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What a big big mistake.
"Oh, definitely." accompanied by what she says next. He stops chewing, letting the cream puff just melt a little in his mouth as he finds himself staring back at her. Wide-eyed, a muffled noise of an "Mn—!" Sitting down, this girl settled on the floor beneath him, fingers splayed as she gets all up in on his knee. His knee.
...and if those hands slipped, sliding further over or along the inside of his thigh—— ]
?!? [ There's a visible tremble in Ragna's eyes for a moment as he muffles behind sealed lips before forcing himself to swallow down the cream puff. Audibly. It wasn't just his face that was burning red again, but for the first time since he got here? Heat. Spreading through his chest as he prepares to lambaste her for...something. Saying anything right now more akin to barking because he suddenly feels like he's losing his grip. ] Hey, the hell's with—!!
[ "Mister the Bloodedge, what beautiful skin you have. I didn't know that I knee-ded you until toda—" aaand she's losing her shit because of her pun that does not go over his head. And suddenly that bubbling urge to bark dissipates, simmering...simmering... ]
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[ ... The squinting stare doesn't quite work as effectively when you're as red as the coat you used to wear. ]
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[ SHE IS FUNNY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! And she is absolutely still laughing, a hand on her stomach as it starts to hurt. Once she catches breath, she snickers one last time before just... grinning.
She obviously isn't over it yet. But she is trying!! ]
That was good. I'll need to remember that one.
[ Is she going to tell it to some other person? Maybe. Poor them, really. At least Ragna can rest assured (?) that he wouldn't be the only one to suffer through this. Though he should probably regret helping her out... Look at what the caffeine has done to her. ]
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and experienceto process.That and…it’s honestly still a welcome change from what he was mentally preparing himself for in this place. When he invited Weiss earlier, Ragna thought that she would be a (understandably) guarded person and he would exchange advice giving her food, and that would be the end of that. Instead, she’s already poked fun at him numerous times and showed a playful side that practically blindsided him.
The fact she has no idea who he really is and she’s pressing buttons…
Man. What the hell is he in for in this tenure. ]
Please. Please just. I need you to spare me the knee puns.
[ Don’t you mean… :) ]
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Ragna should be proud of himself. Nice Weiss already on the first day? That's a rare feat. A scythe-wielding girl in black and red would be flipping out at him if she ever found out. ]
What's wrong? [ She takes a small bite out of her second cream puff, intentionally pausing because yes, once again, she is here to deliver yet another line. It is after swallowing that she asks: ] You don't think I'm fun-knee?
[ This time, she doesn't crack and start laughing before she finishes. She waits and looks at him after saying it, expecting a reaction, whether a snort or exasperation. One will make her stop while the other will make her want to keep going. ]
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Even if he's towing the line of being a grouch and trying his hand at being a host.
Said scythe-wielding girl in black and red would probably flip out at him regardless.... She intentionally pauses. ]
...Oh god. [ Ragna just sounds. So done. And yet. And yet. He lets her keep going. Here it comes. ] UGH.
[ He's being tortured. He's also the one that chimed back once about figuring out where she wanted her hands to be on him, he realizes. Which might be why she skilfully(?) dodges the "shut up" button once again. ]
Go back to eating your cream puff. [ A beat, as he holds his own half-eaten one up. ...son of a bitch he's gonna regret this: ] I knee-d a sec if you're gonna keep bombarding me.
[ Om. /// ]
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Even if she does ask for it,
most of thesometimes. ]Oh, sure. [ Oh, thank god. She sounds serious. Is she actually listening to him this time and will stop with the lame jokes? ] I'll only say something again if it's knee-cessary.
[ That's the last one. For now. He won't know when the next one will come, but she will be there... waiting for an opportunity to flaunt her funny bone again. Her teammates would be so proud. (Or they would be on Team Ragna for this one. It really is all up in the air.)
But with only one last cream puff left though, there's not much else to eat. She places the plate on the tray and makes sure she didn't leave any crumbs on the couch, cleaning it up if she spots any. It'll be as if she was never here, by the end of it all. ]
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almostover the whole Crimson Calamity deal. She sounds serious though? Was he breaking through to her?! He swallows what's left of his cream puff just in time for her to drop that lame ass pun. But instead of complain even more or beg her to stop... ]And there's the coup de grâce...
[ Weiss Win. Perfect. ]
[ Ragna is content with what he's eaten so far, so he's ready to tidy up as well. Pushing himself back up to his feet, he tidies up with her, only piping up when she goes back to picking the crumbs from the couch if there's any left. He offers to take care of it for her, though conschnee-ds easily enough otherwise as he takes the cart of leftover food towards the fridge in the kitchen. Whether Weiss follows him or not, he regards back to her: ]
I think I changed my mind about changing. [ Main reason being?
Besides the sus titty shirt?] I'm not feeling so stuffy with just a dress shirt.[ Ragna can just tuck it in again! He starts arranging the leftover Chinese dishes into the fridge real quick, followed by turning around to the marbled island where the sink is. He's mindful of his gloved right hand, only rinsing his bare left hand as he intends to just wipe the right clean. ]
So what now? Wanna relax for a little bit or head back down?
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No, she did not think the washboard abs were attractive. ]
Hold on to that shirt of yours, especially if you don't have a lot of chips to spare. The free clothes that come from this place are very tacky.
[ Just like that "I'm in my slut era" shirt from before... Fortunately, she's done with that phase of wearing free clothes, because she purchased some new ones as soon as she got out of the room she woke up in. While she'd much rather be in her usual battle gear, it's not like there's any reason for her to fight just yet, so she's just been spending most of her days in casual dresses in this place. Just like now. ]
Let's head back down soon. I'm plenty relaxed as is.
[ No, she does not ask about him, but he had a bunch to eat. If he wants to sit down and relax a little longer, she won't mind, but she might go down ahead just so she can move around and do something else.
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That, and…the less questions that get (inevitably) asked about his arm and why that whole sleeve underneath was staying on, the better. Another reason why he second-guessed the Great Tit! t-shirt. ]
Tacky’s a…uh, real polite way of putting it.
[ And as such, he’s on her wavelength in that respect, he clicks his tongue in annoyance as he dries his hand clean on a gilded hand towel provided. ]
Seriously, what the hell were they thinking stealing the clothes off my back?
[ And he presumes off Weiss’ too. But when she gives the go ahead for them to get ready to hit the Casino, he lets go of his earlier frustration over outfit compromises with a more calming sigh. ]
Sure. I’m feelin’ pretty good too now.
[ Really good actually. The food and dessert were a bigger pick-me-up than he thought they’d be. This was a much needed change of pace. …even if he had to contend with a tiny Schnee along the way. ]
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[ It certainly is very cheap to her. No respectable person would wear a shirt that says "I love dildos" unless they found it funny or something. In contrast to him, she is a beggar who is also a chooser, and actually did. . . refuse to put any of those free clothes on and instead went shopping in her bathrobe.
(Yeah.)
At the very least, that whole ordeal is over now and Weiss does have clothes she's more comfortable wearing in public now. ]
Also, you're lucky you have something decent on. Some of us here, when we arrived, woke up naked in the jungle.
[ "Some of us here" obviously means it wasn't her, but he should be glad it wasn't him, either.
She'll wait for him to finish cleaning up and fixing the leftovers by the door. There's her watch that she fiddles with as she waits, making sure she's texting her
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I mean if you've gotta have shirts with slogans or logos, have at 'er but would it kill them to have one shirt that wasn't slapping a dick or boobs on it?
[ To be fair. There probably(?) is tamer apparel. But Ragna also wasn't about to just start looking desperate digging through and find out whether it exists or not. Yet it's when Weiss puts everything into perspective for how some of the wildcards arrived previously that grants him pause. The incredulous look he gives her isn't directed at her, but at the absurdity of the statement. Although part of him, somehow, still wasn't surprised either. ]
That...wouldn't have boded well for anyone involved if that were me.
[ Half a frown, as he avoids sparing a glance to his right arm. Beneath his dress shirt is a full-length black sleeve. No one needed to see the raw Azure Grimoire underneath. And ever since he got here? It stopped hurting, and any time someone bumped into him or even accidentally touched it, they didn't get woozy either. Bristly and cautious as he may still be about letting people get too close, it's also been getting...harder to. For one reason or another that he's happy to have distractions for in the form of taking a chance on this girl.
Still... ]
Well then. Guess that just means I gotta count my blessings then.
[ He sounds so enthused. Weiss has plenty of time to fiddle and keep her roommate in the know before he's all set! He already knows that he's going to be on edge a little once they're down in the hustle and bustle of the Casino. But...if he can just keep his attention on Weiss to start and focus less on the mindless drones of lustful idiots 'enjoying their stay', he can forget he's in a sex resort for a little while longer.
Be that anchor, Weiss. Just for a little bit. He'll even endure more of your cringe puns to do it.
But at least Ragna sounds better as he even has a relaxed smile on his face. ]
Alright. Let's see how lucky we can get after all.
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[ Ah... what has he done...
She isn't too fazed by his reaction to waking up naked in the jungle, though. No matter who it was, she imagines, anyone sensible would just find it all too embarrassing and awful. A really bad experience overall. But if others get affected by it too, well... Weiss doesn't have to think too hard about it— that's his business and she won't ask. She maintains what she said, that he's lucky that it didn't happen to him.
Although waking up in this place to begin with is rather unlucky... but what's done is done!
She'll wait until he opens the door before she steps out. Goodbye, fancy room. Goodbye, very comfortable chaise lounge which she one day hopes to have in her own room. Goodbye, bathtub which she didn't really see but knows it's there. This should probably be the time when she thanks him for the coffee and the snacks, and she does think it. Rather than say it out loud, though, she decides to wait until later to show her gratitude.
It's just a little embarrassing, that's all. ]
Right. Like I said, the slot machines are the easiest, but if there's another game you want to play, I'll watch. Maybe you might win big.
[ Come to think of it... he can put himself up for auction, too. That'd get him quite a lot of chips in exchange for an hour with someone. ]
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Painful as that sounds, I'd...still take it over the rest of the junk.
[ Even if it's hypothetical. And probably joking. ...if he finds out people have a kneejob fetish here if that's even a thing, he's going to go insane. Ragna follows after her, only stopping to spare a glance back into the illustrious suite one more time. Remembering everything Weiss said before about being assigned a rank soon... This is too much even for him, but he also doesn't want to get thrown down into the pits either. For selfish reasons and...he just knows it'll put him in an even more sour mood. That and the trouble he'd cause if he had to put up with seeing the staff be assholes not only to him, but to people around him.
He's already got little patience for crap to begin with.
But who knows? Maybe he'll get dealt a good hand. And he can...invite her up again sometime. ]
I know how some of these games work. Even if I never really had the time for a lot of it back home.
[ Putting him up for auction is just asking for a bad time. For both parties involved. adskflj It's not long before the two return to the private elevator leading back down. From there, they can take the public elevators once again so they can get a clear path to the casino. ]
You're not gonna try your hand at any of them?
[ Curiosity more than goading her on! He reaches for and taps the button for the public level, the pristine golden doors gliding shut before they start going down. ]
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[ She has had enough risk-taking for a lifetime, thank you. And even then, there are still more bets to be placed in the future.
In this place though? Games in the casino aren't really her thing; it's not her idea of fun. While she does sit down and play some Blackjack from time to time, it's all done out of spite. She needs to learn what she can from other players and improve her bluffing and card counting skills, because there's a stupid person in this casino who she needs to win against at some point. If that day will actually come is unknown, but she sure as hell isn't going to let him keep winning against her.
The casino does have a pretty good stage, though. Get up on it and entertain the crowd and get some tips. It's not quite as lucrative as getting ten times your bet if you win a game, but she'd find that more fun. ]
I'll watch. And provide commentary.
[ :) Watch him, she means. Unfortunately for him, she doesn't have anything better to do. This place gives one a lot of free time, but it gets so tiring not doing any work or anything productive... everything is leisure. He really is stuck with her for now until something better catches her interest. ]
Are you that eager to get rid of me?
[ Into the lift they go, and Ragna presses to take them to the connecting floor to the public elevator. Weiss isn't really all that bothered if he did want to just be alone as he played some games. They're not friends, and they certainly don't owe each other one's company. There's just something about his presence at this time that makes her not want to be anywhere else, though.
It's not something she's even aware of. It might be best that it stays that way. ]
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Actually...sigh, playing games. But not necessarily "the" game. Can they go back to hanging out in his suite and forgetting where they are? He'll even take getting
bulliedteased by her over what's waiting for them down below. So much so that when Weiss taunts him again, he folds his arms and gives a halfassed response. ]Words in my mouth, why don'tcha...
[ Because saying "No" was too direct of an invite.
'Ding!' The elevator opens! And they're now far removed from the fancy couch, the fancy bath, the fancy kitchen, the luxurious privacy... And he takes a deep breath in through his nose. Out his mouth. Just relax, Ragna. So long as he focuses on his company? He can hold a modicum of ignorant bliss while they continue to hang out. So far as they walk, it's not like they're being bombarded by innuendo and debauchery just by walking down a hallway into the more open space. Although there is one difference he notices. ]
Looks like we skipped the big rush.
[ Compared to how busy and crowded it was waiting for an elevator earlier, let alone getting crammed in with so many others. Now there's just only a couple other people around. It's awfully quiet now... But they gotta head down to the main level from here if they want to hit the casino. Ragna walks up to press the ▼ button, only for a moment's passing and another audible 'Ding!' as the light above the door illuminates. ]
Huh. Good timing, too.
[ Good timing indeed. Especially when those doors open and out fumble a seemingly drunken pair of women, clothing still dishevelled and giggling something about 'hoping they liked the show' before Ragna can barely step to the side as they walk off together. Furrowing his brow at them whilst biting his tongue, he scrunches his mismatched gaze with a shake of his head before shrugging it off, remembering to step into the elevator in time. He holds his arm out against the side so that it doesn't start to close on Weiss. ]
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The way he responds to her tease just gives her more motivation to keep doing it. Weiss isn't someone who clicks with people easily, given her more prickly nature, but sometimes, maybe she can. It's a miracle! And while she wouldn't say they're clicking, she isn't disinterested in forming a connection with him. Even if the way he approached her was rather suspicious. ]
You could just say "no", you know.
[ A shake of her head. Down they go, then out. When they get to the next elevator door, she takes a step to the side as two people walk out. She's no gossip, so she doesn't really care about what they were talking about. Though judging by how they looked? Weiss could guess what they did and what they might do once they get inside one of their suites...
But, again, not her problem. She steps into the elevator and presses the floor that'll lead them to the lobby so they can head to the casino. Not a very long ride down, even if they're at the highest part of the building. With no one else around, Weiss notices the painting on one side, but doesn't pay it any mind. She just doesn't think there were paintings in the elevator before... huh!
Once the elevator doors close, they should actually feel the machine descending, but they're not moving at all. In fact, there isn't even any noise from it that it's started to move. Weiss looks up, and the screen still says they're on the same floor they came in from. ]
Is it broken?
[ In which case, they'd just need to get off and call for another one. So she clicks on the button that should open the door, but it doesn't do anything, either. She presses again, and again, and again, really mashing the button this time, but there's still nothing. And so, she passes a puzzled look Ragna's way. ]
I'm not sure what's going on.
[ Little do they know, the painting Weiss spotted earlier? The three subjects are all smiling innocently as they keep their eyes on her. ]
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[ Tch... // Saying that Ragna "doesn't click with people" could be the grossest understatement of the decade; although much of it was a combination of choice and circumstance— circumstance that he deems best to keep under wraps for as long as he can. Granted, much of that had to be said front and centre when he was still entrenched in the turmoil of his own world. What was he trying to do again? Defeat Terumi? Defeat the Imperator? Or was he just trying to make heads or tails of the wide-open realm of possibilities laid out before him now that he's left Kagutsuchi?
He didn't have the time to make niceties with other people. It was just as much a problem for him as it would have been for everyone else.
And yet...there she is, still at his side. He hasn't warned her away. He even went against his own hesitations to invite her up and take her away from the hassle of the hustle they're coming back to now. What information did he glean from her to begin with? Was it worth it? Or did Ragna find something else he'd been denying himself since he got here? A connection?
Was it...even okay to even think about wanting— ]
...Huh?
[ The surplus of paintings that have manifest since they last hopped in here was a bit on the excessive side. Did they ride this one before? Or did they take another one beside it? Ragna can't remember. But more alarming was the fact that they weren't moving. He can't feel anything off, at least, coming from the outside. If there's one thing that he was good at, it was having a good sense for danger, imminent or no. So now they're just...stuck? ]
Wonder whose luck this is.
[ She taps it again. And again. And he folds his arms and leans to one side out of confusion. This wasn't a case of Weiss doing something wrong. She's clearly pushing the button for the main floor? That's when she gives up and shoots him a puzzled look. ]
Let me try something.
[ ...by "try something", Ragna, you don't mean...
He steps up beside Weiss, staring down at the console of buttons. Just as he tightens his fist, mindful not to just go denting the damn thing in with his strength, he's about to knock the console when all of a sudden...
The elevator lights flicker, immediately setting the hairs on the back of Ragna's neck on end as he stops himself mid-swing and the lights normalize. Instantly accompanied by: ]
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[ That's not Weiss' voice. There's another. ]
[ "Does he think hitting everything can solve all his problems?" ]
[ Disembodied voice?? Also not Weiss'?? Ragna's pupils reduce to pins and he reluctantly turns around. First towards Weiss as he attempts to force some bass back into his words. ]
Hey...you uh, hear that?
[ "Although..." A gleeful giggle. "What! What!" "Isn't it kind of sweet too? Bravely charging ahead all, 'Don't worry, I'll save you'?"
"Oho that is so darling!"
So begins another facet of Ragna the Bloodedge on full display, as he hones in on the painting on the wall, the Teasing Trio all smiles and longing sighs as they chinhand at the two and— ]
G-Ghosts?! H-H-Here tooooo?!?!
[ Oh. There's a new octave. Ragna immediately takes a step (two) back, hairs on his one good arm standing on end as he halfheartedly raises it in front of himself in defence. ]
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[ Weiss gives him space, taking a step to the side. Before he can even do anything, the lights flicker and then there are voices...
She doesn't scream or anything, but she does tense up, immediately looking around to see if there is anyone else around. It's the painting. They're moving and talking, and they most definitely aren't human. Ragna might think they're ghosts, but she doesn't think they are?
It's under investigation. Weiss isn't as scared anymore compared to when she first arrived and met her doppelganger, but it is still very unsettling regardless. ]
Um...?
[ What the hell is going on... she thought for sure the paintings couldn't talk. They could jump out of their frames, but... this is weird. Should she just accept that just about anything can happen here? She really should, shouldn't she?
Her companion's voice breaks, and her attention goes back to him. He isn't looking so good, which gets her to raise an eyebrow. Is he really scared? Somehow, she didn't think he would be scared of ghosts... but to each his own. She won't kick him while he's down, so she takes a step forward, as if to shield him with her smallass body from the painting. ]
Leave him alone.
[ Now the Teasing Trio stop giggling. Or at least, they do when Weiss shuts them up for a second or two.
"Oh, how cute! Don't you worry, we aren't going to do anything! We're stuck here!"
Great, they're smartasses, too. Whether or not they're trying to be annoying on purpose, Weiss just frowns, unimpressed with the response she's received.
"Show us something cute! We'll let you go after you entertain us a bit, okay? Please? Look, look! He's sooo scared! Doesn't he deserve a kiss and a hug?" ]
... [ So that's it. They can't leave the elevator and it's all because of this painting. Weiss honestly feels a little bad. This isn't her fault, but somehow? She thought for sure Ragna wouldn't get subject to the resort's oddities right away. Maybe it was wrong of her to be optimistic about it, but they did seem to have a good start, just chatting and not even eating anything that made them horny. She doesn't even know what to even tell him now, because she knows what she should be doing to get out. But if she were in his shoes, she'd totally be making a big deal about this. No way can this stupid place tell her what to do!
It's why instead of talk about a kiss and a hug, she instead asks: ]
Are you okay? [ Scared, obviously, but she'll at least make sure he knows he's got company and the paintings won't do anything crazy while she's around. They don't look threatening, and that's all that's important to her. If it were a painting of a demon or something, then she'd 100% be terrified with him. ]
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But then he hears another voice. One he just met. One he knew. One that stuck around with him as she tells the Teasing Trio to leave him alone. And Ragna bites down a whimper. He doesn't cry; he's not even close to that. But he cracks his green eye open first, Weiss practically shielding him by standing between him and the painting. And the visual is sobering for an entirely different reason. And his eyes open with a tremor behind her. The last time someone stood between him and a ghost, they...
...!
Come on, Ragna. Come on. Get out of your own head. Get out of your own thoughts. Snap back to reality?! He'd already been skeeved out from his prior investigations here, this shouldn't be so shocking to him. That was all then. This is now. Why should he be scared of some phantom painting? So, despite himself, keeping behind Weiss as he does, Ragna does bark back up. ]
Yeah, ha HA ha! Real funny, assholes! What the hell do you want??
[ "Show us something cute! We'll let you go after you entertain us a bit, okay? Please? Look, look! He's sooo scared! Doesn't he deserve a kiss and a hug?" ]
Shut up! I-I'm not scared—
[ Another little voice crack. ]
[ "Come now, we're not asking for much~ Please? We just want to have a little fun... Unless...you want to be stuck in here... Foooreeeever~" ]
Check it. Better plan? How about, you piss off and let us off already, you damn voyeurs.
[ He lets out a frustrated little growl, after the initial outburst had been burned away into the ether. He remembers to take a deep breath again. Slow. Try to calm himself. Around the time that Weiss turns around to ask him if he's okay, he almost looks...ashamed? A frown mars his lips as he closes his eyes, one more breath in through his nose, and out his mouth. Weiss had stepped in to stick up for him. She didn't need to do that, even if it was just some playful spirits in a painting.
There he was, wanting to do better than this resort ever could in helping someone and sticking it to them, and now he's the one hiding behind her. So when he opens his eyes again, trying to keep his attention on her, there's still a hint of embarrassment in his voice. They're just in the painting. They're not monsters. There's no fire. There's no pain. There's no haunting voices whispering in his ear. ]
Yeah. [ A beat. ] Yeah. I'm fine. Great.
[ Shit, he can hear himself. That wasn't "Great". ]
Sorry. I... I overreacted.
[ Getting mad at the painting was his coping mechanism, it seems like. And chances were he'd still feel a shiver trickle down his spine if they decided to pipe up. Instead, at least for the time being, they keep to themselves, little whispers in each others' ears and distanced giggles as they wait and see if they need to give the two of them some more coercion or not. ]
So. [ Back to trying some sense of normalcy as if he hadn't just had a freakout earlier. If nothing else, he bounces back quick. ] Guessing this is another trick up this place's sleeve.
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Whatever he says. ]
You're fine. Just... try to ignore them, I guess.
[ Weiss gives a slight shake of her head, only wincing slightly when the giggles of the trio pierce her ears. She resists the urge to turn around and give them attention though, merely rolling her eyes as she scoffs. ]
I don't really like them, either. And I know there was something weird with the paintings... They're alive? Sort of.
[ Her voice is a little softer, trying to ensure that the trio won't be able to hear her. While she doesn't have a lot of information on how these paintings can even talk, she at least knows that there's something up with them. And they're the reason why she doesn't like sleeping alone, else she's scared she'd find her doppelganger in her room just staring at her.
The doppelganger that actually is inside one of the framed artworks. Strange as that may be... ]
I'm not sure that we can get out of here on our own, though. [ She turns her attention towards the panel with the buttons again, pressing on the open door button a couple of times. ] We can't even leave this stupid casino...
[ So something small scale like this? While she should have figured that something like this could happen, she never really did. ]
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H'okay.
[ Right on cue, Ragna joins her in wincing when the giggling trio drips into his ears. For what it's worth, Weiss, he can do that for you. If he doesn't say anything, he at least fixes them with a glare before her voice brings him right back.
Whisperwhisperwhisper "So smouldering..." DO THEY EVEN KNOW HOW THAT'S SUPPOSED TO LOOK?
The softer register in Weiss' voice, as if they were trying to keep the painting out of the loop, helps him too. And though he can't completely dispel that tension that grips his spine, his shoulders do seem to lax some again. Because
this isn't a gag reel endinghe concentrates on Weiss, his own voice comes in softer in a an attempt to echo her. ]Not without causing a ruckus, anyway.
[ And by "ruckus", he means trying to break the walls, pry the doors open (which won't work sorry), attack the paintings themselves... The only reason he doesn't is because he's not by himself. Yes. Ragna the Bloodedge is, by some stroke of a miracle, holding back for someone else's sake. It helps that her words distract him from those violent thoughts, and she opens herself to him with that little lament about not even leaving this stupid casino...
And something in his heart sinks. He knows next to nothing about her. Next to nothing about anybody here. But there's nothing that makes him special either. They're just guests, rolling the dice on what leisures await them next. All of this was new for him, but when he takes a seat and thinks it all through, it's less the fact that they're being coerced into having sex as a big game, and more about what's been left behind. What was waiting back home for Weiss? What responsibilities did she get whisked away from, if any? Weiss acting all fussy about the lineup at Birdbucks, making fun of his name, finding him so easy to tease...
And for Ragna, inviting her up to his place without any strings attached, tolerating her as long as he has, even smiling for the first time since he got here...
Is it all coping? ]
That's why I wanna know everything I can about this place. Even if it means I gotta... [ It's hard to keep looking her in those pure, icy blues of hers, but Ragna manages. Why the hell not? She's already caught him with his pants proverbially down when he flipped over ghosts the way he did.
They're also stalling.] ...play my hand, to do it.But I'm not giving up. [ He already almost did that once. And whatever Weiss does with her spare time isn't his business, but he can place his wager on one thing; she's not happy about this either. How many people that were stolen away from their lives were still coping? These past few days of shock have finally settled for Ragna. If he can figure something out that not just helps himself, but helps people like her, than he'll do it. There doesn't have to be any big reason behind it. It's as simple as that. He breaks this casino's foundations and learns how to jump back home? He takes that chance. He breaks this casino's foundations and learns how to get everyone else back home?
He tells the dealer to hit him and prays he doesn't bust. ]
...
[ And so, against his better judgment and fighting that creeping sensation that lingers on the edges of his thoughts, Ragna breaks his gaze away from Weiss to look back up at the Teasing Trio. Oh! He's looking right at them! ]
Hey. What do you want?
[ And don't bullshit him. He's fighting against every fiber of his being not to just shudder just thinking of being surrounded by haunted paintings.
"What do we want? That's easy. Show us some flirting, give us a treat!"
Flirting, a little treat. A hug and a kiss?
"We'll let you two go after you entertain us a bit." As for what they like? "Anything cute, anything sweet. It gets so boring in here. Imagine watching everyone do nothing but stand before leaving. Don't we deserve some fun?" ]
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[ And a lot of people, she thinks. Sure, this place has practically summoned all kinds of people from all kinds of places— normal humans like her or those who can almost parallel the strength of gods. This place seems a lot more powerful than everybody combined, though, which makes it very troublesome.
This ruckus Ragna's thinking about? It's going to take a lot of time and effort to organise. It can't just be one person causing mayhem and all.
But that's something for later on. Far later, when there's more information to this resort beyond what it's appeared to be. ]
I'm sure some people have more information than I do. But it doesn't look like those people are keen on sharing what they know to everybody.
[ When the population— at least, the ones who recently arrived like her— aren't all interested in leaving anyway, there really is no point to force anything. Everyone's still feeling this place out, making connections, learning what they can about everyone and this casino. Leaving this place remains to be her priority, because she isn't one to run away from her responsibilities, but she is of the same mind. Much as she'd hate to admit it to just about anyone.
If she has to participate in this casino's... eccentricities, if it means learning in the process, and if it means getting out of here in the end? Then sure, she'll play. She hasn't gotten hurt. Yet.
That's enough serious contemplation for now, though. Even if she'd like to continue exchanging opinions about this place, there really is something else they have to deal with. The painting's stated what they want for them to get out of here, and while Weiss did understand. Anything cute, anything sweet, and being stuck in a place like this doesn't really help in setting the mood. ]
So, [ Coping. Coping.
She's got a wry smile on her face when she asks: ] Are you even capable of anything cute?
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[ Whether it was for some convoluted purpose or something surface-level as in not wanting such a good time to end, Ragna's also of the mind to keep this more serious contemplation as an aside for now. Besides, their conversation was beginning to bore their audience, it seems like. One of them even has the audacity to yawn? Tch, like they had anywhere to be. Unlike Ragna and Weiss. Which, practically means that...
Sigh.
Damn it. He still doesn't know what this is supposed to look like before the elevator actually moves. But if anything?
Fine. He'll do this for her. First things first however, ]
What, is Mr. "Crimson Calamity" that mean looking?
[ But they're circling the drain on this one. Even Ragna can figure that one out as he tries to match her wry smile with that of faint amusement. If he's gonna be a guest here for a while, he might as well just roll with the punches (until he can start punching back). He doubts she'll ever let him live that card down either way. ]
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[ Was he expecting her to say otherwise? He's not exactly friendly looking. Weiss does not sound ashamed to be saying that to his face, either.
"Oh, but there's something cute about someone acting so distant and serious, when they're such a huge softie on the inside!"
Somehow, Weiss cannot seem to realise that those words apply to her, too. ]
So. You didn't answer.
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[ He doesn't take offence to it. Back home, he couldn't afford to let people stay close to him for long, after all. He doesn't care about his status or the height of his criminal record. Although "mean" doesn't exactly do one favours in this place. As a member of the trio pipes up once more, he less bristles this time (thanks to Weiss' presence) and more knits his brow in annoyance as his attention is divided once more. Shooting another "knock it off" look up at the paintings: ]
Hey, you want cute? Then zip it.
[ "Oh oh oh! And shy to boot~" Growl. "Okay okay. Shh shh shshshshshh..." whisperwhisperwhisper...
"So. You didn't answer." ]
You want me "changing my tune" or the real answer?
[ Because the former and trying to act all lovey-dovey, flirty or actively trying to play into the hands of the Trio was gonna be fake. Fake and awkward. And the longer he looks down at Weiss, Ragna, he... ]
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How could they? He was the SS-Class Criminal with the highest bounty on record. He was the destroyer. The Grim Reaper. All the stories about him just had to be true. He was a monster wearing human skin. It's like he has a role to play and he knows it beat by beat.
And for the first time since he got here- no. For the first time in what felt like ages even back home, Ragna felt...
Normal. And what came with this normalcy was...a little more honesty. It's not Weiss' fault either, which may be why he doesn't have any bite in his voice when he confesses: ]
I've never...flirted with anyone before. Heck, I've never even kissed someone. [ A huff, less out of annoyance and more a prelude to admittance: ] I doubt I'd even get far enough for that back home.
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Still, if the painting won't shut up and won't let them leave until they do something that appeases them, then Weiss just has to try and make the most out of the situation. For now, she doesn't think about the objective too much, and would just prefer to let things be natural.
Although if he doesn't do anything cute, she might just have to force him on his knees so she can smush his cheeks with her hands and kiss him.
Ragna's response is honest, though. Vulnerable, even. Weiss can't even tease him for something like that. Not to mention, there's a part of her that can relate. Sure, she's flirted with people before, but it never really led to anything concrete. Her first kiss was in this place, and it was given to someone she doesn't even like. Not in a romantic way, anyway... ]
You and me both.
[ That's mostly to the "back home" comment. It'd take some time for Weiss to want to commit to a relationship given everything that's been going on. She doesn't sound all that bitter, though. Her commitment to being a Huntress and protecting her world comes first, after all. But she does smile up at him as a means to say he's not alone in this, and even though she's been here longer, and has therefore, had some experience in being close to people? She knows a bit of what he's feeling. ]
You should probably kiss someone you like, though. Especially if it's your first. So... here. I think this should count.
[ Handholding counts as cute, right? She thinks she heard one of the subjects in the painting say so earlier. She moves to stand on his right side now instead of in front of him, taking a deep breath, then she takes his hand in hers. ]
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And then he woke up here.
Weiss' words cut through to him, and how she can relate to him and what he's going through. It must have been the same way for so many other people here. ]
This place sure knows how to pick 'em, don't they?
[ They can go back to bickering, bantering, taunting and teasing...whatever the beginning of this was. A beginning that Ragna never would have thought of, let alone entertained with the life that he lead— or what little of it he's probably got left. Right now, she smiles up at him and flat-out disarms him in an entirely different way; the Teasing Trio would be treated to a first out of their rougher guest as his cheeks are gently dusted rose. But it's her next words that, unknowingly, challenge his own thoughts. And his inexperience shows once more, his throat clearing as he attempts to...
Protest? Bark? Clear the air? What was he even thinking? Well...if he was, his words are faster than his brain is as she moves to stand on his right side while he pipes up: ]
Hey, I didn't say I didn't like you I just—! [ He catches himself. Shit. His cheeks fluster further. Careful, Ragna. Temper temper. He's about to rant... ] What I meant was— I get what you meant, it's not like that but first anythings in a goddamn place like thi—
[ She takes hold of his right hand. ]
[ And his breath silently catches, the whole length of his arm visibly tensing as he braces himself... But the Azure Grimoire doesn't respond. It doesn't throb with waves of chronic pain. Nor does it latch onto Weiss' soul. It's just. Silent. And what looked like an initial bracing for pain and panic on his expression as he looks down at Weiss at his side...ebbs away as his gaze drifts down at their hands connected. She's holding the Azure Grimoire without consequence. No one has responded to it negatively since he got here. And without that power taking anything away from her, even through his glove, it almost feels like direct contact.
Her hand feels so small...
Ragna doesn't jerk his hand away. Instead, he reciprocates, squeezing it back before his hold settles on something firm yet...surprisingly gentle. ]
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The panic is clear as day when he looks at her and how their she has his hand in hers, and anything she could say about his first kiss is gone for a moment. So, is it his first time holding someone's hand too? Blue eyes flitter over briefly towards the painting. One of the trio's got their chin on their hands, and the other one is biting their nails in anticipation, while the other is doing this.
That's enough looking! Thank you very much.
He might just see her looking a little flustered from that too, but the way the panic disappears from his face and just turns to something more like a calm and curious acceptance mellows her down, too. As does the squeeze of her hand. ]
You'll get used to it. [ Maybe. Weiss sure did after holding her teammates' hands at some point. ] It feels nice, when you're troubled and someone holds your hand.
[ Ragna, please call her senpai. ]
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He follows just in time to see the third ghost stuck on the wall. His reaction is pretty similar, only his grip of her tightens and he clicks his tongue before forcing himself to look away. Focus on her. Don't pay attention to them. She's the only one here. She's the only thing that's real right now. She's...the only one he wants to give his attention to right now. If it meant getting out of this elevator and carrying on with their day. This wasn't just for him. She's counting on him too, isn't she?
So buck up, Mr. "Crimson Calamity". And what happens in this elevator? Stays in this elevator. This wasn't the time or place, and if he had it his way, no one would ever have to know but. If not with Weiss...if he's really going to find himself playing the game, some explaining his right arm was going to have to happen. But not now. ]
I haven't gotten to do this in years. [ Hold someone's hand. Jin or Saya's hand like the protective big brother he once was. ] But...
It's nice. [ He doesn't say how he's not sure he'll ever do this again back home or not. ] This feels good.
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It's his story to tell, and she definitely won't pry, and it's why she doesn't ask. It's enough that he agrees with her, because it does take away the awkwardness of holding someone's hand when they've got a conversation going. Even if said conversation is about holding hands. ]
You know what would be nicer?
[ "If you kissed!" ]
Cut it out, will you?!
[ WHY ARE THESE PAINTINGS HERE... Weiss is trying to have a conversation here!! She'd throw a rock at them if she could, but alas... the only thing she can throw at them is her shoe. ]
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... I was going to make a joke about your knee.
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Shut up, already!
[ Aaand he's back to scowling. Great job, ghosts. You want progress? Zip it. He's prepared to apologize (for what?) and try and ask where they left off, grumpy face and all. That is until he's looking back down at Weiss whose giving him one hell of a pout. And he stops. Maybe it was the time leading up to getting back in this elevator, but holding her hand still like this as she looks like a spoiled brat who got told her favourite ice cream was sold out...
So this is what "cute" is, huh? Capped off with Weiss spoiling what she was going to say, he can even bypass his own embarrassment of what he thought she was going to imply to begin with. ]
For what it's worth, [ he doesn't move quite yet, but the thought crosses his mind to step in front of her, both so he can stop catching the Teasing Trio in his peripheral and so he can block her view of those jackasses. ] I was gonna ask how many more crepes I'll owe you after this.
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[ She's not quite sure what he's talking about now, since it's not like she's going to be lording this over him for helping him out later on. That's certainly one way to remove the pout off her face, though. ]
What for?
[ Because if this is about her helping him out here, it's not really something she'd want payment for. ]
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[ Okay, now that's funny. With her free hand, she has to cover her mouth when she laughs so as to not seem rude. ]
Let me guess. That was your first time telling a joke, wasn't it?
[ Because it certainly wasn't very good. That's okay, though. He has the funniest person in all of Remnant literally holding his hand and guiding him through everything right now. He can learn a thing or two from her. ]
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Look, not all of us got a burning need for comedy. [ A beat. ] Or as you'd probably put it...
[ Good god he's a neural net processor. A learning computer. ]
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As I would put it...?
[ Go on. ]
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A burning kneed for comedy.
[ Yeah? You liking this shit, ghosts? ]
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I'm so proud of you. Just for that, I'm forgiving your lame joke and you won't have to actually owe me any crepes for it.
[ He brought it up... Now she can start asking him for crepes and other pastries. 😌
Much as she wants to keep laughing and telling jokes though, the painting has certainly quieted down. But the elevator isn't moving yet. ]
Anyway... [ If he hasn't blocked her view of the painting, she'll turn away from them without letting go of his hand. It's at the same time, for some reason, that the lights in the elevator dim a little. Not cool.
She lifts their hands. ] It looks like they're not letting us leave just yet.
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[ He's not scowling anymore. But...now this was starting to feel awkward for him. But how awkward was this for her? The Teasing Trio weren't really going to keep them in this elevator forever, were they? Ragna may not have been the best at showing it, but...the longer he spends time with her, the more grateful he feels. To the point where actually holding her hand felt less like a necessity and more of a genuine comfort.
So much so her presence was the reason he calms down.
Look at Weiss, taming a beast.Ragna hasn't blocked her view of the painting yet, so as she turns away from them, he shuffles along while keeping his hand in hers. That's around the time that the lights dim a little. No flickering, this time. Only softer now. He might have felt a shiver run down his spine knowing that the lighting probably had something to do with the ghosts he was scared of...if it hadn't been for Weiss continuing to grab his attention. His eyes follow their hands as she makes it crystal clear that they weren't prepared to let them leave. ]
Yeah...
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[ Popcorn munching intensifies from the peanut gallery. ]
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I wouldn't mind.
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He says he wouldn't mind, and there's a part of her that feels bad for some reason. But there's a part of her that that's less sympathetic. The side of her that's thinking, well, he's not going to survive in this place by himself, so he's really gonna kiss and even have sex with someone some time. This is fine! ]
Are you sure?
[ She really will kiss you, Ragna, if you don't back out now. ]
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It was okay. He didn't hurt her. The power to "take" wasn't pushing her away from him. There would be time to really think about this power of his, what he used it for, what he really wanted it for, another time. What did he say before? That he'd continue to fight as a human to the very end? Then...so long as she doesn't break that delicate trust he's putting in her now, than he'll try. He'll try and see what it's like to feel as a human.
Besides, she spoke of how he should save his first kiss for somebody he likes. She meant it romantically, but even he knew that getting attached in a debauched place like this was a terrible idea. They ultimately needed to get out of this elevator, and she didn't look very happy now that he told her what he was accepting. He's not the best when it comes to comforting others, or putting others unease to rest. But whatever was bothering her now, he doesn't press it or ask. Instead, he answers the only way he knows how.
Straightforwardly, with a slow squeeze of her hand. ]
You're a good First.
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"You're a good First" does somehow work its way to colouring Weiss' cheeks, though. With how pale she is, he'd be able to see the bright tint of it now, but she looks away with a pout and a huff. ]
If I knew any better, I'd say you really do have a crush on me.
[ ... please forgive her. This is her own way of coping. And she's only looking away for a good few seconds after that. Any reaction he may have is going to be cut short when she looks at him again, brows still furrowed. She tugs on his hand with a little bit of force to get him to lean down a little, and if he does do that, she lets go of his hand so she can wrap both arms around his neck as she gets on her tiptoes to give him a soft kiss on the lips.
It's not quite as cute compared to romantic movies and how couples there have their first kiss, no. There's no surge of emotion, no drama. The Teasing Trio seem pleased though, if only ever so slightly. They would both feel the elevator actually moving, only stopping after a second or two, as if they've just gone down a floor. Ah, but they were up at the VIP floors, weren't they? They've still got a long descent ahead of them.
And it looks like it isn't going to move again until something more happens. ]
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An otherwordly, gilded casino resort, and Ragna's first gamble wasn't on the slots or a card table. It was on a huffy little Ice Queen who was pressing buttons on him he didn't even know existed. He'd bluntly told her that he wasn't into schmoozing the pants off someone for free shit, nice as she looked. But in his internalized thoughts, Weiss with a little colour on her face was stirring something in his chest further, all before that heat spreads when she barely gives him a chance to get a say back edgewise when she tugs him to lean down a little. ]
Tch... Words in my— [ —mouth? That's currently being shut up by the delicate press of her lips against his, his eyes snapping wide for but a fleeting couple of seconds. The sheer size he has over her keeps him mindful to stay leaning down, a large hand capturing the small of her back for her purchase against him. Those seconds pass, and any firmness she feels melts away with a sigh through his nose. Suddenly his eyelids feel heavy, closing shut as the rest of the world is drowned out, phantoms and all. It's because he's never experienced this before, firmly keeping Weiss supported against him as he does, almost protectively so, that such a soft kiss almost feels overwhelming. ]
...?
[ The only thing that jostles him back to reality is the subtle feeling of the elevator starting to move. He doesn't completely pull away, opening his eyes that appear brighter in the dimmed light as he breaks from the tender kiss first. That was it. It shouldn't mean anything. A first kiss? The hell was the point of a first kiss anyway? What made it so different from any future ones that people had? Who cares? He accepted that he had more pressing matters. He gave that all up without even being given the choice to take it.
So... Was that enough? ]
...
[ No. No, it was not enough. And as Ragna's gaze flits back to Weiss, face burning and his heart beating a little faster... No. It's not enough. And he's not talking about the elevator as he returns the favour, kissing her back as he chases the taste of her. Chaste, yet as his lips sweep against hers with a surprising gentleness, the audible little 'smack', it sounds so loud in his own head. So he doesn't stop. Not until she taps him to, the hold upon the curve of her back keeping her secure against him. ]
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Her gaze breaks away from Ragna's, but only for a short while. They're brought back instantly upon realising that that kiss wasn't going to set them free. And before she could speak, even make a sound to ask if he's okay, he's kissing her again. And again. And before she could notice, she's parting her lips ever so slightly, adding some wetness when she kisses him again.
It's silly to be nervous, especially at a time like this, but here she is. Her heart begins to race, the flame shared between them beginning to grow brighter, warmer. She breathes through her nose, her one hand slipping from the back of his neck to hold onto his shoulder, squeezing it. ]
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Yet still, the press of Weiss' petite, supple and soft body lights a spark in him he'd long since ignored. And it's Weiss' lips that part ever so slightly first, a move that would have dizzied more ill-prepared recipients. Instead, it makes him feel lightheaded. Where she breathes through her nose, Ragna's response is a rumble of a warm sigh against her lips, following her lead beat for beat as his lips remain parted, only delving and sweeping should his tongue roll against hers as his hand against the back of her dress clenches the fabric slightly. Right on cue for her to take a squeeze of his shoulder.
Pay attention, Ragna. She's got both hands around you now. What about yours?
He can feel it. The elevator dragging oh-so-slowly down...but this time, Ragna doesn't stop. Weiss wasn't. It doesn't hurt to keep leaning down as he was for her, but with her finding purchase between the back of his neck and his broad shoulder, he thinks that he can do a little better for her. Must be hell trying to stay balanced on her tiptoes like this. So he bends his knees just a slight more as he leans over her, the hand on her back roaming up the back of her dress. His gloved hand, the one that she'd held before, finds itself squeezing along the back of her thigh, just below her ass. Like any more pressure and he'd be coaxing her to lift it to brush his side. ]
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Still, though, as slow as she's being, she's also starting to forget how and why they got into this situation to begin with. Instead, her thoughts linger more on the way their lips brush against the other's, sending shivers down her spine. Their tongues meet and she opens her mouth a little more, pressing herself against him a little more, seeking him out for a deeper kiss. When there's an opportunity to breathe, she takes it, only drawing a breath in very quickly before she's back to kissing him. There's still no urgency or desperation, but with the way she takes a step back once her feet are on the floor, her hand on his shoulder bunching his shirt in her hold as she pulls on him yet again, she gives him a sign to keep going. To keep kissing her, holding her, making her forget about the world as she uses him as a shield from the rest of it. And with her back pressed against the wall, there's nowhere else for her to go but closer to him. ]
Why do you... have to be so tall?
[ She murmurs it in between kisses—the makings of playful banter—just because she thinks he's leaning down a little too much that that isn't going to be comfortable for him in the long run. Any other time, she might suggest he sit down just so they can even the playing field a little, but in a space like this where there aren't any furniture but the painting that hangs on the other side of the wall, there's no way to do it. ]
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Maybe they both cared more than they wanted to let on. Did he have a big reason for taking her out of that neverending line of a coffee shop? He had the excuse of wanting information, to stick it to the resort, or show that he could be a better host than these assholes could ever be. Why was he trying to sound cool? Why couldn't he just take a second to think instead of putting up excuses for walls when in actuality, no matter how things turned out...
Ragna just wanted to help.
So...do try your best, Ragna. And give a girl the honesty she deserves?
Having not experienced this before, he's perhaps a little more sensitive to every little gesture, sweep, even the trace of her tongue as it slides against his. So much so that his head starts throbbing, in tune with how his heart pumps in his chest. He wasn't so starved of this kind of affection denied him that he was about to go stirring with arousal over the start. But he'd be a bold-faced liar if he tried to deny that Weiss' breath upon the air was goading him to keep going. Don't stop. Is everything she did cute when she wasn't just bullying his ass? Because the wistful sighs of the ghosts as they halt the elevator once more, not keen on interrupting such a "tender" moment, aren't registering with him anymore.
There's no real urgency, even when she pulls on the fabric of his dress shirt once she's got herself planted on the ground, something that'll net his hand, once on her thigh, rising up until it's cozily resting against her backside. Oh. That wasn't on purpose, but he doesn't pull his hand away either as his eyes open half-lidded between kisses. Ragna could say something about how she could use a few inches, poke at their height difference before that hand of his can take a curious squeeze of her soft ass. But she's being "nice", even if she was lamenting just how damn tall he was compared to her. It wasn't until she was rubbing up against him like this, his broader frame pressing her against the wall with a touch more intent, that he registered just how small she was slotted up with him.
The cadence of his voice registers low, albeit quieter as if his words were reserved for her alone as he pulls away with a gentle nip of her bottom lip, wetting his lips. ]
I could bring you up to my level.
[ Ragna doesn't even register what that would have meant, taking Weiss' feet off the floor completely. But at least he's considerate in his returning banter? If they'd found themselves sliding to the floor for that "evened" playing field, he doesn't really think he'd mind anymore. Just like how Weiss settled him into holding her hand, kissing her felt good. Really good. His forearm rests over her head as he returns to pressing his lips against hers again, this time with a more intent fervour as he breathes through his nose. Deep breath.
His lips part, the wet 'smack' of their kisses and his tongue delves into her mouth as much as he gives her that same level of depth to his. He doesn't surface. And when it feels like his lungs are burning, he breathes through his nose again...only this time, Weiss would be rewarded for it as he drinks deep of her. A drowned moan, one that turns into a rumble in his throat as his fingers squeeze into her backside a little more. ]
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[ It's a genuine question of confusion, but at the same time, Weiss refuses to put too much thought into it. He's supposed to apologise, to try and make it up to her for the inconvenience he's causing her for being too tall. He's not supposed to say something like that— whatever it is he meant to say. And he sure as hell is going to know it. ]
That sounds stupid and not cute.
[ Stupid as it may be though, it's not enough for her to want to call this quits. A soft huff, traces of a laugh, and that's all there is to it. Maybe she should just stop talking to him and focus on the less stupid things about him. Does the Grim Reaper have a good chest? She'll find out as she feels him up, her slender fingers splaying over his heart, up a little and then back down. Nothing too greedy just yet, soft and gentle instead. Up until she hears. that rumble in his throat though, up until his hand gets a good squeeze of her ass.
It gets her hand to curl against his chest again, nails digging a little into his dress shirt when she tenses up for a split second and moans. The tension only lasts for a short while until her hand relaxes against him again, and her tongue seeks his out more, making sure he really gets a good feel and taste of hers. She really is in the mood now, and she doesn't even need her food to get laced with drugs for it. And as she decides to let her hand dip lower, she stops just before she pulls on his shirt to untuck it.
Finally, she pulls away, breathes in and out gently. Her blue eyes look so cloudy, clearly lost in the moment already and in this warmth they're sharing. She licks her lips, cutting the trail of saliva that connects her own with his, before breathing in again. For the first time, she doesn't just take what she wants without permission. From what little she's known of him since they met an hour or so ago, and how tense he got from just holding his hand even when he's wearing gloves, this just feels like the proper thing to do. ]
Under your shirt— [ Ah, that makes no sense, but she'll get there eventually. Her head's trying to tell her to just state what she wants instead of asking, but there nicer side of her fights back. ] Can I touch you?
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Whoever was making his Ma Po Tofu must have skipped on the "spice" that would otherwise be laced through it. It'd be an easy enough excuse to have for the way Weiss was making him feel now. A stupid excuse. She won't have to know then. He doesn't need to tell her— that he already feels indebted to her. He'll silently do right by her later. Far later when he wasn't so busy being lost in her when she calls him out on that stupid line. ]
Sorry.
[ Simple. Meaningful. But not one riddled in guilt. If he's nervous, she quells the potential quakes that'd have come with her softer laugh. One that wasn't steeped with ill berate. If anything, she cements that he can be honest now. Eyes on her, hands on her; she's the only thing that matters right now as they let themselves float away from this elevator. From this hotel. Armed with only each others' names... If this was supposed to be a dream, then he'd dream it a thousand times over what normally haunts him. He'll take Weiss' teasing, keeling over laughing at her own dumb knee jokes, holding his hand and bringing more honesty to the surface when he tells her that she's a good "First". Ragna could write a book on how to eat his own words in record time, because this first kiss? He sure as hell wasn't going to forget it.
Was this a crush, like she remarked before cutting his words down with her lips against his?
No. But for a girl he only just met over an hour ago, she sure is making a damning case as to why Ragna should give her all the attention she could ask for. Match her fervour with everything she could ask for. She hasn't stopped him, nor has he stopped her when she'd feel the broadness of his pec, moving subtly in response to her soft and gentle caress. Ragna was impressive, hardly a lick of fat to be found on him from years of relentless training that shaped him into the tall, muscular and athletic warrior he was today. Most of his physical strength was his own, after all. So while he never thought that it'd be roamed or clutched like this, especially when Weiss looses a soft moan from his grope...
That releases something inside of him. Something locked away. That "mood" she was in? He was feeling it too, to the point where he almost doesn't register her hand gliding lower to try and untuck his shirt. Until the two finally break away, his chest rising and falling to repurchase air, and that glistening line of spit linking them thins before they can wet their lips and sweep it away. Weiss pushed another button. A good button this time. And though the two of them weren't slotted and grinding right now, she'd finally gotten Mr. Grim Reaper to stir, a rolling flame in the pit of his loins. It's not bothersome yet...but, ]
...Weiss?
[ He's aroused. He asks her, a gentleness to her name, edged with curiosity as if to ask her why she stopped. As if the two were frozen in time, unable to take one step further across this bridge they're on, Ragna commits that glassy expression of hers to memory. So pale, yet pristine. So delicate looking that if he were any harder on her, she'd crack. The hand on the curve of her cute backside stills as well, until she finally speaks her mind— rather, speaks to him in a way that gets his breath to catch in his throat.
Audibly this time.
She asked if she could touch him. All he'd done was "take" with his power, whether he wanted to or not. And now that he didn't need to worry about it anymore...she made him actually forget. She made him forget he even lost an arm, holding him the way she did before. And she touches him without consequence— something that has him yelling inside his own head that for the first time, he can...! ]
Yes.
[ ...He can do the same. More than he already had been doing, anyway. To cradle her face, to taste more than just her lips as he pondered if the rest of her was just as soft to sweep with kisses, if it wasn't just her curvy little butt his hand had been groping earlier as he towers over her with his crimson and emerald hues roaming the front of her body. She has his permission. And she won't need to stop either.
But, ]
Can I touch you too? [ A heartbeat. Quickly, Weiss. Before he crushes his lips right back against yours. ] Touch you more?
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He'd see her lips curl into a smile when she does get what she wants, but she doesn't get on with it as if she's in a rush. This isn't even about the romance or the cuteness anymore, this is just Weiss at her core, graceful until the end. Except when she isn't, anyway. Then he asks the same thing. Funny, when he's already practically groped her under ass already, but she doesn't point it out. He's quick to tack on something else, too. ]
Twenty crepes.
[ Yet another soft laugh, and a sickeningly sweet smile because she's so proud of herself for coming up with that one on the fly. The way she tilts her head up at him, the want in her eyes that hasn't faded, She isn't going to make him pay her in exchange for more of this. Not now.
Though maybe another timeBut if it means using her wit, that tongue of hers that could be so sharp any other day for something clever in this instance? Then she will. Not to mention, for all the teasing she's put him through so far, she can't exactly seem so easy now, can she? ]no subject
At least they can stay there, in his head. Thoughts that would embarrass the hell out of him if anyone ever knew. Thoughts that would have confused him to the point of angrily punching a hole in a wall. It wasn't just this whole resort. Ragna was going to need time to process a lot of things going ahead. Especially when he's caught in Weiss' smile. Then she ups the ante. A softer laugh, and a smile so sweet it could make someone's teeth ache.
He's just a human named Ragna. He's done fighting. He's done fighting anything right now. And before he can make good on capturing those sickeningly sweet lips to his, his eyes soften and a smile that may never surface again is shared as he ponies up. ]
Deal.
[ Twenty. She can charge him anything she wanted to if it meant that he didn't get to stop anymore. He kisses her slower this time, the arm that'd been framing over her tiny body on the move too as his lips part for hers once more. He hadn't finished drinking her in yet, his tongue more boldly delving into her mouth as every sweep and wet little 'smack' ushers in another deep heated sigh from her tall partner. His fingers sink more possessively into her backside, hunched lower over her so she wasn't just clinging off of him despite the mild discomfort. It's all worth it right now.
Especially when he makes good on what he asked for as she'd find his hand cupping her breast, curious but not stopping before he gently squeezes, kiss just as deep to throw a log on that fire. ]
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Really, though. There's no point in asking for payment when that feeling of being wanted, sought after, and appreciated that she gets from this is already giving back. She'd let him touch her again, provided they're in the right place and the right time, if it meant that his thoughts were just as muddled and cloudy thanks to that desire to be with her.
His mouth is on hers again, tongue lapping against hers, making that fire within her grow and burn a little brighter. The songbird's melody continues, high in pitch, needy in tone. It's as if she's calling him without the use for words, telling him that that hand on her ass can do more than just that, and how the hand on her chest feels so hot that she might actually see a mark on there whenever she takes off her clothes. It won't be too obvious outside of fervent squeezes, but her nipples are slowly becoming erect that her even the padding of her dress won't be able hide it.
And he can keep touching her. More than he's already done. Weiss will do the same now that she has his consent, pulling the lower end of his shirt out of his pants so she can slip her hand underneath, touching bare skin. Her smaller and softer fingers splay against his stomach, her palm gliding upwards so softly and gently. It shouldn't hurt when she curls her fingers to lightly scratch at his chest, a playful little gesture she makes in between kisses. How fun would it be to explore him some more, even with a stupid ghost watching them? So long as they're enjoying this too, and aren't really going to do anything bad to them... she supposes it's alright. ]
Wish you could sit down...
[ She whines when she pulls away to catch some air, and it's also then that she takes a moment to begin unbuttoning his shirt with her other hand.
It would seem that the Teasing Trio are of the same mind, though. They can barely see Weiss this way, what with Ragna towering over her and blocking the view! It's not like his back is entertaining to begin with! And so, they decide to give the two a push. The hows and whys don't matter when as Ragna might feel something bump against his legs from behind.
This chair. ]
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He knew what sex was. He knew how it was supposed to go. All he can think of is going with what feels right, and that's letting things escalate...and escalate...and escalate as long as he doesn't get too far ahead of her.
Consider this your House initiation, Ragna the Bloodedge. You said it yourself. Weiss Schnee was a good "first". So take good care of her, will you?
She sings so sweet, tastes so sweet, that his thoughts go running away on him ahead of their making out. He's only ever heard of it, but what would she taste like if he, for once, willingly knelt before her? It wasn't just his hands that couldn't touch this way before that were curious, if the rolling deep moan he returns as she touches across bare, muscular skin...up and up, and an inviting scratch against his chest. Their height difference makes it hard for him to just satisfy that itch to grind when the front of his pants were tugging tighter and tighter with each passing moment, but kissing her was just as addictive that it was impossible to know when to stop. Not when he can feel her nipple peek beneath the padding of her bust. She's slowly unbuttoning him too...
No fair. He wants to see her too. Touch and taste? Why not sight? He wants to see everything about her and burn it into his brain. Good luck getting this girl out of his head— he wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to.
And he didn't. ]
You're good...
[ He doesn't even know how much experience she's had, but that hardly matters to him. Weiss is the only thing he can think of and want right now up until— ]
Ah—?
[ He can think of asking to see more of her after. Especially when that lustful haze he's been pulled down into the depths of clears briefly. Long enough for him to feel something sliding into the backs of his legs. As she works on unbuttoning his shirt, something he doesn't mind at all if it gives her everything she wants to explore, his attention is only temporarily broken from her to notice the chair stationed behind them. It's long, curvy, narrow...and he can already tell how he's going to need to sit in that to get comfortable. And he also knows where it came from.
But instead of shuddering, or coming up too close to the surface that he can let himself be afraid, the glance he gives the Teasing Trio is still ridden with a twinge of desire. The tender, accepting smile that Weiss was treated earlier subtly shifts, into a little smirk. But it's all for her this time. And he's trusting her to catch him as he's falling deeper.
His hands stop fondling her in the moment, instead gliding down arm, backs of his fingers brushing towards her hand to take it in his again, the other on the curve of her hip as he starts to tug her back with him. ]
That was there when we got here.
[ That's both their excuses now, as Ragna carefully pulls Weiss down with him as he reclines, the narrow width of the chair causing him to spread his legs. Before she can even straddle him if she were to look down, along with the way his dress shirt fans to the sides leaving his broad chest and ripped front exposed...well. There's little hiding the number Weiss already did on him with how full and throbbing the bulge in his pants was already getting. Even worse when wearing all white... ]
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They're being annoying... She's in the mood now, if that wasn't already obvious, but she's not that interested in being watched.
If she didn't know, though... That's something elseRagna's waiting for her, but the few gears in her head are turning as she tries to think of a way to get them not to look.When she finally has it, there's a smirk on her face, and she looks down at Ragna as she's already straddling him as if telling him to wait. She at least keeps her hand on him, both as a means to balance herself and to let him know she's not just going to up and leave. He may as well watch, because she leans back and slips her cardigan off her arms, one after the other. Weiss is petite, and looks even smaller with her shoulders out in the open, the way her sleeves were puffed up seemingly making her look a little bigger then. This isn't for him, even though he can take the rest off if he wanted to. ]
Don't be scared. And you can ask about this later.
[ She lifts two fingers and summons two small Glyphs over both top corners of the painting. A little white glowing bird pops out from one of them, catches the cardigan she tosses over and practically covers half of the painting with it by letting the piece of clothing hang over the corners. It flies back into the other Glyph and disappears, and it gets Weiss to huff in triumph.
"What? No! But we want to see! Please?!"" And the trio most certainly can, if they just attached themselves to the lower half of the painting, but it certainly is one way to obstruct their view. From where they are, even if they crouched down, they wouldn't be able to see much what with the chair blocking the way. "We're expecting you to be loud for us, if we can't watch!"
And they'll probably keep complaining until the cardigan eventually falls down to the floor. It gives them some time and some privacy, at least, because with that done? Weiss doesn't feel as conscious anymore. And she looks back down at Ragna with a small but confident smile on her face. ]
So... It's just you and me now. And this chair that was most definitely here when we entered.
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To let themselves both be swallowed up in a rush of pleasure that he's afraid he might get addicted to. Is this what it feels like? Is this what he can't have?
Luckily for Weiss, Ragna is patient for her, if only because he's the one with far less experience here. And he knows where her ire currently is directed. How the hell do they shut them out? He almost wants to try punching them and seeing if his fist can actually pass through to literally knock them out. An isolated thought that doesn't dispel the mood or his drive for her, thankfully...and even more thankful with the fact that Weiss was already setting a plan in motion. Mismatched red and greens follow her, study her every little movement and slip as the cardigan slips off and makes her appear even tinier on top of him than before. With how lazily he's lounged back like this, it only sparks sinful thoughts further to the forefront at a new record pace.
What a contrast. Beautiful, yet with how riled up Weiss has driven up in following her lead as a dance partner, so desirable. Like he could give up everything else he knew in this one solitary moment as long as he could preserve her. Curiosity does raise that brow of his when Weiss warns him not to be scared. ]
What're you gonna—
[ That's when, like a conductor orchestrating her instruments, two snowflake-patterned Glyphs manifest as he cranes his head back. Just in time to see an ethereally glowing white bird flap out by her command. They're direct. There is no deviation when she tosses her cardigan at it before the sense of wonder in Ragna's eyes shifts. Especially when the cardigan is left draped over the painting of goddamn voyeurs. Ragna can't help himself, speaking quietly while she wraps up her seemingly magic handiwork with an almost rhetorical: ]
Ars Magus...? [ And should she catch that, he'll return the favour as his eyes are back on her. This time for good. ] And you can ask about that later.
[ They were like magic circles he'd witness home when various Ars Magus wielders would trigger spells. Luckily for Weiss, they didn't scare him in the slightest. In fact, they drew his curiosity. A curiosity he curbs when he arches his back once upon a heated sigh before letting himself completely recline again beneath her.
His smile his back too, his hands squarely on her soft and smooth thighs as she mounts him. She didn't have to do that...but something told him that it was just as much for her as it was for him. ]
And I've got the best seat in the house.
[ There you go, Ragna. Seems they both do, as his hands start roaming once more, strong, assertive, confident. Gliding higher up underneath the skirt of her dress before teasing towards the insides of her thighs, before ghosting back down once more. Speaking of that dress, as a hand that could wrap around her tiny waist smooths up the side of her body... ]
Where's the zipper?
[ Make this seat even sweeter. ]
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And as she looks down at him now that things have settled down and realises he isn't scared? Well, that's a good thing! But she does start to wonder if she could use her Glyph in other instances. . . in cases like these. . .
But that's a thought she can think about some more another time. She isn't in the mood to experiment, and it doesn't seem like this is a good opportunity for it either. He told her she's a good first, and even though they don't really have a choice but comply to what the Teasing Trio want, she doesn't want this to be a bad experience. ]
I don't know, I feel like I'm the one who has it.
[ She's already straddling him. He's still got his hands on her, and her hands are back on his chest. But just to prove a point, she does move her hips, grinding against his erection just to let him know where exactly it is she's seated. A nice and comfortable spot, if she had anything to say about it.
To his question, though, she shakes her head. ]
No handouts. Find it yourself.
[ Sure, she's teasing a little bit, but she leans in, her one hand moving upward from the centre of his chest to hold onto his shoulder. The other stays to feel him up, enjoying how sculpted his upper body is, a huge contrast to her own. It's not something she finds visually attractive, but it certainly feels different. ]
You're going to need to learn if you're going to be here a while, you know.
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[ Is this confidence in her elevator partner? Not exactly, but as he finds himself so relaxed with her, even with his hands exploring as they do and taking extra interest in how soft she felt...this is more like comfort. Considering where he came from and the life he's lead, being this close with anyone was abandoned to him. If he ever had fleeting thoughts, they were drowned out by anger and a focus on what did matter. Yet her h is, on his back with a petite young woman grinding and riding out his growing erection and urging another deep and enticed moan out of Ragna. ]
Huh?
[ She teases him, but she's already done a fine job in dispelling his doubts and worries that she's earned a side of him that's very rare indeed. She may not know it yet, but it's a tenderness and trust that he hasn't placed in practically anyone like this before. And she's still guiding him. Leaving him guessing. Yet he's more lost than frustrated this time...especially when she does encourage him with words that are going to stick with him for some time if he winds up checking in. Ragna was going to need to learn if he was going to be here a while. If he was going to survive and if fighting wasn't going to solve anything, whether he liked it or not...
He was no bed layer, no womanizer or even a romantic. Ragna didn't have anything to fall back on beyond what he's heard or read, not entirely clueless about what to do. But the idea of sleeping around to build a hand; he doesn't show it on the surface now, but why does that thought burn him a little? If he was going to stay here for a while after all...then why couldn't he just have one?
Add it to the list of what's going to keep him awake at night until he checks in.]Fine. I don't mind a little work.
[ Especially when the "work" looks as good as she does on him, leaning over him the way she does as Ragna's feet find better purchase spread as they are so he can roll his hips up against hers harder. At the same time, his hand fumbles while the other continues to keep her attended to with curious fondles of her chest. First, fingertips dipping into the curve of her spine all the way up, until he looses a warm sigh. Frustration? No. No you can be more patient than that, Ragna.
She gave you both all the time in the world.
He thought the zipper would be on the back, but instead, as he retreats and glides around the side...he feels a little fray. Or, an opening? It's the zipper alright. He thinks he's past the point of asking for more when he'll follow her every step, or take the lead like he's doing now when he gives a little tug to zip her side down.
It sounds so loud in his head, and the thought of stripping Weiss down himself, his little reward for being a good little proactive student, will earn her a more pronounced, excitable throb that gets his breath hitching. Okay. Now it was starting to hurt a little, his clothed cock grating against the inside of his own zipper through his briefs. Once he's got her top loosened enough, his hands return to Weiss' soft thighs, squeezing and caressing over them as he gets the chance to admire her bare breasts in his view. ]
Damn...
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She didn't think that would even be a thing, but it is.
Ragna will at least be guided by her hand so he doesn't just pull on it in one big swoop and make her dress pucker or jerk her around. Slow, steady, and the zipper follows, fanning out from one side then the other, until her bare upper half is there for him to see. Hah— maybe he really does have the best seat in the house after all.
Showing her body to someone else isn't something that she gets shy about, but there's something about his reaction that gets her to sputter. She almost wants to tell him not to stare, but why would she not want that? Keep looking at her. She's desirable, someone worth chasing and pampering, and— ]
Your turn? I mean- your pants.
[ Giving, a people pleaser, seeking constant approval. ]
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It's impossible not to stare, but there's solace for Weiss with how he's not hungrily feasting upon her, like a predator on the brink of pouncing on delicious prey. No.
This is Ragna's first boob. Mercy pls.Although there is something adorable about the way that she sputters. Something he didn't even know was supposed to be adorable. Oh Weiss, he's looking at you. You're a First of many kinds for him today. His First companion in this damnable resort. The First person he felt "normal" around. His First touch. First kiss. First smile that disarmed the dangerous Grim Reaper, his scythe broken and scattered to the wind in her eyes.If this wildcard gets discarded, there's a part of him that doesn't want to forget this. Even if he can't have her name. If he can have this feeling stay with him when he crosses back into that field beneath an empty sky, before he continues on that hellish trail he must walk...
Don't let him forget what it felt like to know that this was okay.
So Weiss? You'll get everything in here. Desire. To be pampered and doted on. You have Ragna the Bloodedge's undivided attention in this moment. Don't make him chase you too long. His First is already spoiling him. ]
O-Oh...
[ Was it vulnerability? Or simply Weiss being the only one who can Observe him and preserve this piece of him? Crimson burns ever so bright in his cheeks to the point they sting, deep red and green hues trailing away with a flicker before shyly glancing back up to Weiss with a sense of wonder. Not uncertainty. But well-behaved excitement as those strong hands of his would gently massage her exposed thighs, up and down, thumbing along the inside from both sides. He swallows thickly. Her gentle desire echoes in his head one more time.
"Can I touch you?" ]
Yeah. My turn.
[ And she'll find him a very proactive participant. She won't need to work hard. Not when he's prepared to plant his feet and raise those hips of his when the time comes. ]
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While she isn't speechless that only a "damn" comes out of her, she does look at his cock, takes it in, before commenting: ]
There it is. The best seat in the house.
[ Her gaze seeks his, and she lets out a soft laugh. Yeah, she's gunning for him to laugh, too. Sorry, Ragna. If you were hoping for something wild, passionate, and lust-driven for your first time... you instead get a dork for a partner. Sure, there'd be passion, there's already lust, but at this time? It's nice Weiss, the one with an awful sense of humour, and the one who's far more caring than she lets on. And at this moment, she intends to take care of him and make sure that this casino doesn't take what should be a nice memory away from him.
What happened after today that they aren't at all soft with one another anymore]Couldn't help it.
[ No verbal apologies. It comes instead in something he would feel when she does settle down again on his lap, her clothed pussy rubbing against his cock. The very sensation is already making her clit throb, but she'll persevere. She wants to keep stoking the fire. ]
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Then she's looking at it, something that gets him to briefly glance down at it as if they're both seeing it for the first time, and his cheeks burn even hotter at Weiss' soft laugh about having the real best seat in the house. He's a big man; he couldn't care less about what people thought of him downstairs either but. If she's gunning to get him to laugh for it? Assuming that was a compliment...
He's actually glad. Glad that Weiss wasn't some sexual little deviant who left him in the dark at every step, struggling to keep up. Besides, he may be hazed with desire for her and want to experience anything and everything she could give him, but he hasn't forgotten everything leading up to this. How she recited a stupid card written out to the Crimson Calamity, or got on a kick of horrible knee puns... He should have been annoyed. Instead, he kept feeding her, giving her fuel to drip over the fire so that this never went out. If everything was staying in this elevator, and she wasn't going to share this with anybody else? If the Trio were blocked away from watching him and the way he smiles up and admires her with a rarer softness while he approvingly throbs for her down below,
Ragna can keep exercising that honesty she seems to like so much. Being sealed lips, a huff through his nose and a deep, brief chuckle, Weiss earns it. He does laugh. Because he thinks he'd much rather like this kind of person over a wild, horny, invasive deviant invading his space without his consent.
He checked in and had to deal with the consequences of this girl in his head goddammit.]Cute.
[ What's less cute and more vivid is the way she finally settles down in his lap, his breath hitching in his throat as his hands slide back one more time over her ass. A contrast of bare and leather for her to feel as he tries to suppress a moan, but it comes off more like a hum in the back of his throat as he watches her work and ride the length of his cock with her cunt. ]
S-Shit... [ Is this what it's supposed to feel like? Like sparks threatening to spread into a wildfire that he never wants to end? Because that's exactly the stimulation he feels while he squeezes Weiss' ass and follows the rhythm of her hips, guiding her back and forth over his girth, glistened with a mingling of both their juices as the throbs become more pronounced than before. ] Weiss...
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She has a feeling that just letting him blindly follow won't amount to anything— it won't be as fun and won't be as thrilling for the both of them. ]
Yup.
[ Cute. Funny. Witty. She's a very nice package all rolled into something so portable. Whether or not he was actually calling her cute or something else, she'll take it, spin it around, and play it the way she wants it to be played. Her smile is just as cute as she adds more weight to her ass, really grinding up against his dick while she watches him from up on high while he gets used to this feeling. If he's already praying her to her now... ]
Will you help me?
[ One hand leaves his chest so she can take hold of his and guide his hand closer to the waistband of her underwear. Her thumb slips inside to gently pull it down from one side, the "help" she meant being him taking care of the other. If he picks up on her cue, she lifts her hips up just enough that it's her ass that gets bare first, shifting her weight to just one side as she lifts herself up on her knees. The end result is her panties hanging off one foot, thin and cute fragile fabric for his eyes to see where he sits. ]
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Until then, if he's not a blank canvas for her to paint upon, her smile only serving to spur and turn him on even more whens he really grinds down on his dick,
Than Weiss was free to paint on him. Provide a blueprint for him so that he can learn, and if he's really going to accept touching others and being touched? One day he'll show her. He can show her how far he's come, in a more appropriate backdrop than a haunted elevator. ]
Help you? [ There's no bite. If Ragna values anything above most, it's when someone is being straight with him. No hints. No clues. No leaving him in the dark. And he may be blindly following her for now, but it wouldn't take long before his own building enthusiasm got the better of him. He's trusting her. With a lot of things. Including what he might say or want to do if she were to let him. She won't need to fret him lying there and just taking this, his pulse beneath her slender hand racing faster as he does catch her cue. His thumb hooks in, unable to help himself as his mismatched gaze follows down between their crotches as they work them down her legs.
Watching her lift her hips, up on her knees...and watching her panties hanging off one foot. She wasn't going to kick it off? Such a thin & delicate little thing that was the only thing between him and her coming down?
He doesn't even know her username yet, but there she is, like an angel from on high. Thanking her didn't really seem appropriate. For what? The view? For the sex? For getting them out of this elevator? But he almost thinks he needs to say something. He...can't really think straight anymore, even if he were unintentionally trying to say something
cringecool. So his body speaks far more honestly for him, his cock rising with a pronounced lurch that sees him stiffening more upright. This big and hard for her.Seeing her panties hanging from her foot was just icing on the cake, it seems like. Ragna swallows thickly then, wetting his lips as he spares a look down at himself and just how small Weiss was to him. His red and green eyes look up to her, feeling an onset of nerves setting in...which makes him only throb more? His stomach clench a little harder? Oh god. She is okay with this too, right? With him? ]
Hey... [ A beat. ] Um... [ Take it easy? Go slow? Not for his sake, he's thinking, but it's embarrassing thinking of that outloud. And while he doesn't get huffy in the process when he finally finds his words, hands reaching up the backs of her thighs before firmly groping her ass, Weiss gets her own answer out of Ragna. ] I won't just lay here.
[ Meaning that she wouldn't need to do all the work for him if she's going to stay on top. ]
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[ ... big blue eyes look straight at him as he says that. He won't just lay here? Well, it's not like she was expecting him to, even though she's sat on him like this. Was that the sort of signal she was sending him, to leave it all to her? Or is he telling her that to set her expectations, too? ]
No, I didn't think you would.
[ But it does get her to think, though. It's at the same time that they'll be able to hear the painting chime up again. While they can't see, they seem to find it cute that these two are fumbling and figuring things out together by actually talking, instead of losing themselves to passion. It gets her cheeks red again, and she looks away from him. ]
Did you... want to be on top?
[ He was the one who sat like this, after all, bringing her here on his lap! And while she certainly doesn't mind, if he wanted to switch, then she would move for him. ]
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Should have just sucked it up and stayed embarrassed in calling her beautiful. The paintings chime up, and he can hear them. But now? That initial fright of their presence is gone. Now they're just annoying. Idle commentary. How cute of them to be fumbling about. Rather, that's mostly Ragna, to be fair to Weiss. It's not enough to cause him to break his gaze away from her as the hands on her butt settle back just beneath. And here came Weiss' consolation for this minor hiccup when she asks if he wanted to be on top. And his face just colours hotly, mismatched green and reds blinking before he quickly manages to chime up without so much as a stutter: ]
No no, no, this is fine. I was just making sure that... [ Do not fucking say you were making sure she kept the best seat in the house. His voice trails one more time— as Weiss did looking away from him...
No. He doesn't. Honestly it'd be a disservice to look away as he fights through his fluster, and tries to talk loud enough over the drumming of his heart in his ears.
One more time, Ragna. ] ...that you'll feel good, too.
[ Honesty. ]
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So she meets his gaze again when he tells her why he said that, what he wants to happen, and returns his honesty with a little bit of her own. ]
I... want to try it, like this. [ By which she means, her riding him. She's never done that before is what she means to say, but it also feels embarrassing to admit out loud that she's had sex with other people before. Yes, they're in a casino where people do have sex almost every second, but it doesn't mean she should be open about her activity to someone! Especially someone she just met! ] But if you find that you don't like it, then you can tell me.
[ She moves her hips a little then back, slowly. Her lips paint his shaft with a bit of her arousal. Something to keep them going as they figure things out together. ]
I want you to feel good, too.
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He knows what to do in concept, but...maybe it was better if Weiss was the one setting the tempo. Getting used to something new. Before Ragna can say anything else after she's mentioned that he can say if he won't like it, her slick folds are already coating his shaft with a sheen of her arousal. It's such a light brush, something that only makes him all the more aware of how wet she was along his measure. He throbs some more, the flames rekindling again...
Then again, she didn't really need to work hard to do that. It's Weiss saying that she wants him to feel good too when his hands gently find purchase on her hips. Even while she glides herself back and forth over his cock that he finds his smile again. A soft one on the end of a huff of breath. ]
With a sight like you, I will.
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she's popular to boot, she knows she looks good. Those words only boost the ego that she already has, but he's lucky enough that she doesn't poiny it out just yet. Unlike what she did earlier before she kissed him, anyway. ]That waiter's going to be so upset, hearing you say something like that... [ 😌 A lowly 5 like her, hands not at all just on herself around Mr. Bloodedge? Mr. Bloodedge's hands on her? Ooh boy. Weiss isn't doing any of this out of spite, but remembering them now has definitely made her want this to be good for him. That's one way to tell a person they suck, right? By... giving someone else an amazing orgasm? ] It's too bad though. I don't think they could have done anything especially with your crush on me.
[ By which she means to say, Ragna would have put the moves on her at some point. (Ah... there it is.) She's only kidding though, really keen on keeping the mood light between them. Weird as this whole situation is—they're in the middle of a goddamn elevator!—she's actually having fun. Lighthearted teasing with words so sweet and charming, she forgets that they've only just met a couple of hours ago. While she doesn't know him, there's a certain level of comfort she feels around him that she was even able to ask him what he likes without turning into a blushing and huffy mess. That sense of familiarity is helping her in wanting to please him, as well. He's been nice to her, so it's easy to return the gesture.
She gives him yet another roll of her hips as she slowly lifts herself up, leaning forward a little so she can press their lips together. It's at the same time that she aligns her entrance with the tip of his cock, small and quicker motions with her hips back and forth as she works to slot him right where her hole is before dipping lower and lower, adjusting where she sees fit so that she can sheathe him inside her. ]
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It's the real reason he tensed as much as he did when she took his hand earlier. And she's the reason now that he's dropped his guard as far as he has. That he's letting her know that he's accepting her, not just in such an intimate fashion. Man, if the House really does deem to add this card to their little deck, than something told him that one way or another...this wasn't the last that he was going to see of this little angel currently teasing him for how much he's managed to loosen up around her.
So. She's not wrong. She is...holy shit he's actually letting the thought of this girl being sexy enter his head, and just acknowledging that and the way she stirs him with such vivid arousal was enough to make his head spin. But keep it straight, Ragna. Don't lose sight of her while she teases and riles you that much more. Enough that she calls him out on that 'crush' of his again.
Enough that while he's still flustered, heart hammering wildly in his chest, it's not enough to drop that smile from his face completely. Even if she earns a rare, shy huff that almost passes for a laugh out of Mr. Grim Reaper here. ]
That's cute, thinking I'm the kinda guy that'll crush that.... [ First it was the roll of her hips as she lifts herself up and closer to him. His voice slips. ] easi...ly... [ Next it was the kiss as she aligns herself with the broad head of his cock, and those smaller and quicker motions back and forth to slot herself just right rendering a rumble of a moan against her lips. But he's not going to break this off. If Weiss was going to say or feel anything when she slowly starts dipping lower, his lower abdomen clenching rock solid as his cock throbs quicker with anticipation... ]
Haa...haa-
[ Oh God. And with just a little more pressure, his lips sweeping hers as he shuts his eyes and revels in the feeling, his hands don't force her down, only keeping a secure hold on the curve of her hips as his cock finally pops inside proper, only to sink down and sheath herself on him. Downright sinful heat blooms from his turgid measure, what inches of him she hasn't taken vividly pulsating along her stretched, tiny entrance as his hands find themselves taking a nice hold of her ass.
She tasted so good on his tongue, even now as he looses more of a airy moan against her now. How did she feel even better? It's so tight, yet it's such a mind-numbingly good grip as his dick drags her walls, his hips giving a little roll of appreciation up inside. Nothing too deep yet, but to make good on what he said earlier. That he wasn't just going to lie here for her.
But in a moment or two. Because whenever they do stop kissing, whatever words fly out of this man's mouth were likely to have her name attached to them.
Yeah. Best seat in the house. And they're both sharing it. ]
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Her eyes brighten considerably when it seems what he's saying back are words that get trapped just like his breath does, though. Good. Let her win this one, Ragna, if you want to play the long game. The more you give her that feeling of victory, the more she'll be nicer to you in the end.
She doesn't want to let go of his lips now that she's captured them again. Not at this time. Not while she rolls her hips back ever so slowly as she takes him in, her pussy getting stretched to some degree until her walls are wrapped around his cock tightly. He's not the only one who moans, because she does, too. A little high-pitched squeak in the midst of it all, spurring her to kiss him some more, letting her tongue seek his and play with it for a damn good while.
It is unfortunate she has to breathe though, pulling away, and even propping her hands on his chest so she can actually seat herself properly on her "chair". She offered if he wanted to be on top, but since they didn't switch, she's looking at him while her braid swings back and forth slightly from the motion. Cheeks so flush, the redness even trailing down her neck and her shoulders. She heaves out a heavy sigh as she gets used to the feeling of fullness.
This is different. . . And she hasn't quite decided if she likes this position, but she did say she wants to try it. She wants to stay like this a little longer, when it feels like she could feel that dick inside her a bit more fully, throbbing, almost as if she can feel it through her stomach. Before she can properly get used to the feeling, he's already rolling his hips, making her fingers curl against his chest and scratching him lightly. ]
It's okay...?
[ See, she'd be asking if he was okay, but she's already reminded of what he said earlier, how he won't just lie there. Her pussy beats like a heart around him, and even without being touched, her clit begins to throb lightly. She moves her hips down some more, taking more of him in, sighing hotly as she closes her eyes. Just a bit more. . . there's a need for it that's started to burn inside her, but she might need a bit more of a warm up for that. So she lifts herself up instead, just about an inch or so, then back down some. A little more heat, her wetness coating his shaft some more in the process. ]
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It wasn't just this experience, her bright and pure blues weakening him without him saying it aloud, committing the taste and feeling of her lips and deeper on his tongue, or the sensually slow roll of her hips back as her walls stretch in a bid to fit his hotly pulsing cock. Weiss' impact on him was going to linger for quite some time yet— really give him something to think about and keep him up at night. Not just about what they were doing in this haunted elevator she's rigged a modicum of privacy for, but the fact she did this without getting hurt by him... Oh if only he knew what was to come; Ragna wouldn't stop thinking about this. Of her. Of what his Azure Grimoire being so "silent" meant for him.
Her kisses were so dizzying to him, her tongue playing with his in a bid to drown the moans of wanton approval from her partner leaving his head swimming. Everything feels so much more pronounced like this; he's never felt anything like this, even as Weiss pulls away so they can finally breath. As she props herself up with her smaller hands on his broader pecs, his mismatched gaze was left captured in hers, her braid swinging in his peripheral as the low lighting of the elevator casts her in a glow that gets his exposed abdomen clenching so tight. Something more for Weiss to feel as his already rigid cock lurches, coupling into her cute yet heavy sigh as she adjusts to the fullness.
How the hell was it supposed to get even BETTER than this? He wants to leave imprints of his hands in her hips, the invasive thought of what she'd look clutching this reclining chair beneath him while he pounded her into oblivion mingling deliciously with the way Weiss attempts to keep her composure adjusting to his dick. How deep was he already, and her pussy was already tapping around him like a rhythmic drum, urging Ragna to give inviting little rolls of his hips as his thigh muscles tense for each upward stroke. Still not a lot...not yet, not when he's doing his damnest to let Weiss control the pace. The bite of her nails into his chest coaxes a heaved sigh of pure heat from the larger man,
Ragna was more than okay right now. If anything: ]
Helluva lot more than "okay". [ Especially when Weiss moves her hips down just a little more, another heavy inch as he grits his teeth. More restraint. More temptation seeing her begin to carefully rock herself on his cock like it were a new toy. This position was a first for her too, right? Of course she needed time to learn how to play with this. ] Feels so fucking good... [ he punctuates that deeply entrenched, yearning praise for her with another oh-so-slow thrust of his hips, shallow still as he's angled in a way that deliciously rubs her insides.
Those strong hands of his move with her, stroking up and down along her hips as his thumbs give little kneading presses. ]
Hey.... [ Perhaps little Weiss would get a prelude, talking properly with her. ] Where do you like being touched?
[ He's not an idiot. There's her cute, perky rack that's pressed between her arms as she slowly warms herself up on his cock, or that butt of hers he's already been giving ample attention while they were making out. But he's anything but lazy. What can he do to make her feel good? Better than what that blissful burn of his cock sinking a little deeper wasn't already doing to her? ]
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Yeah... It feels good like this, too.
[ They move slowly and gently, but the waves of pleasure that thrums into her is anything but, spurring her to chase it and go faster. That can be something for later. She still needs a moment, spreading her arousal up and down his dick with each languid movement she does with her hips and with each thrust he makes into her.
And even then, her smile doesn't fade. Ragna's question only makes her cheeks red, and her breath cut for a moment. ] Wha- [ That was the wrong moment to slide lower, taking him as far as he can go until the head of his cock is not only rubbing against her core with how deep he is, but it knocks back and grips him tightly like a vice. Wrong moment, for sure, because now she's rendered speechless for two different reasons.
One because this feels amazing, that feeling of being stretched out, how full she feels on the inside, the jolt of electricity that course through her— it's all so good. Two, because she doesn't even know what to say to that. It's sweet of him to ask, if his asking is due to wanting to make her feel good, and she has done something similar before, asking partners how she could make them feel good and all. The response to her was a mixed bag, so Weiss doesn't have any cool one-liners to mimic at this time. And with her brain having gone haywire already thanks to him, she doesn't have it in her to give it proper thought. ]
Don't make me think, Ragna. Anywhere. Just— [ There's a bit of a whine in her tone, but she isn't complaining at all. In fact, she tries to find one of his hands, placing her own atop his. She tries to move by lifting her hips up some, then back down again. Slowly, still, just with more distance this time around. ] Just keep your hands on me.
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Oh how naive, Ragna... You can't stop it, can you? You can't stop thinking whether there's gonna be a "next time". It's going to keep you awake at night, wondering what you'll have to do to make Weiss nip her lip again. Just like this while learning how good you're making her feel too. You've already lost. And it's never felt so fucking good.
Especially when it gets accentuated with that "ill timed" slide lower, the head of his cock nudging her core, but gripping so tight that she earns another low rolling moan from Mr. Crimson Calamity here. Hissing through gritted teeth because he's not so sure what the hell he's supposed to do with all these sensations assailing him at once, sparks igniting more in the kiln of his loins as Ragna's hips give a little more of an insistent roll. Not too hard, Ragna. Gentle now. Don't break her, Ragna. Don't let the adorable whine that slips from her pretty lips urge you into pressing up a little more firmly on her core. Patience.
Patience.
He's losing his goddamn patience and it's not her fault. ]
Like I'd want them anywhere else... [ But that's okay, Weiss. He's rough around the edges, but he's a surprisingly good listener. Don't make her think...which in his head reads as make her lose her mind as much as she was doing for him. Especially when she starts to lift her hips up some...then back down. There's more distance to cover now as his cock drags her pussy and sends little jolts of pleasure down the whole length and melts his loins. It's so hot and wet, tighter yet. Hands on her, Ragna. Just don't break the rhythm now, hand slipping between them to grab a handful of one of her softly bouncing breasts, the feeling of her smaller hand atop his only adding to the intimacy of the moment. ] Like this...?
[ No thinking. He just likes the sound of her voice dripping into his ear, coating the inside like addictive honey. ]
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He takes one of her breasts in his hand, fitting so nicely in his hold, and for a moment, the way she looks at him is that of someone who's pleasantly surprised. It's almost as if she can't stop smiling now, if she's not busy drowning in the pleasure he's giving her, anyway. ]
That's a good start.
[ He can most certainly do more. Hands wandering up and down her thighs, moving inwards as she rides him. He can play with her clit, he can play with her nipples— the possibilities are endless, really. And with him having complete freedom on where to put his hands, Weiss can really only confirm or deny if it's "Like this?", as he says.
With a hot and heavy sigh, she moves her hips again, placing a bit more weight on his chest with her hand that's helping in keeping her steady. Her walls not only brush against his cock as she moves, but gives it such a fervent massage all the way up, and then down. Slow, still, but she doesn't take breaks this time. She moves up and then down, giving a nice roll of her hips forward and back once she's had all of him in her yet again. It's every time that she does that that her fingers curl against his chest and her eyes close, a soft little whimper escaping her each time.
Perhaps she's not as vocal now of her approval of this and of him, but she can certainly sing songs about it another time or to herself. ]
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A good start, huh? Then he'd best give her that attention and affection she deserved for giving him a chance to settle in. The hand upon her breast continues to squeeze, indulgence at its finest as his hold shifts just a little so that his thumb could rub and circle over her nipple. This was just the first stop of many, as far as he was concerned.
...If Ragna can even hold his composure long enough to do all of that and let his hand ride down between her legs. Especially when she places a bit more weight on his chest while steadying herself, there's no breaks as she rolls her hips as the white-haired man's back arches some and his hips give another roll. Careful again, not to just lift her off the chair with him by pressing too hard on his feet. They're meant to stay planted... ]
God it's so hot. [ His words come off another moan, this time far louder than the songbird atop her perch while she massages his dick with such a fervent need. So good that as his lower abdomen clenches once more, his cock throbs just as hard before settling into a quicker pulsation, a bit more rapid than before as her pussy grips him, ] So tight...
[ She wasn't as vocal now, but... ]
Weiss...
[ It's Ragna who finally picks up the pace for them both, not even bothering to ask this time if he can go a little faster. Just a little harder. Just enough as Weiss holds herself upright while riding him there's a rather audible clap upon his hips meeting hers, the head of his cock swelling and tapping on her core with a returning fervour— that sensation of being filled to her stomach as the pace shifts. Not so slow. Not blindingly fast. Just more. Sing a little more, Weiss. ]
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With their pace shifting, there's a bit more of that bump whenever the head of his cock reaches her deepest spot. Her own abdomen clenches as she readies herself to chase that very same pleasure. With each rise comes a more possessive drop of her hips, taking all of him in with such a need that would never make him forget about her pussy. Not when she needs his cock in her, driving into her so deep, threatening to go deeper with each thrust.
Ragna gets to hear it more, Weiss' voice that's like a sweet melody. What starts as a whimper at first grows into something more, much more pronounced, louder. Noises and words of praise and pleasure, encouraging him to not keep his feet planted on the floor any longer. They drown out what mumbling the Teasing Trio makes, complaining that they can't see, but enjoying what they're able to hear. The sound of skin slapping, not so loud when Weiss' skirt absorbs most of the noise, is really making them wish they could see. Oh, if only this cloth wasn't in the way... ]
Ragna... [ A nice name to say in the midst of all this. Just two syllables, and it eases off the tongue rather well paired with a moan or two. Her voice doesn't lift or crack as she bounces on him and gets his attention by calling his name. She takes the hand that's on her breast, far too grateful for how well he's holding onto her, but she needs something. The tips of his fingers touch her lips, dragging the bottom one down a little as she rubs them against it. A hot breath out before her tongue slips out to give the tips of his index and middle fingers a lick, only stopping for a moment and squeezing his hand tightly as she becomes distracted by his cock. She did this to herself, grinding to fervently against him, and now she's the one """suffering""" the consequences. ]
Oh- oh god...
[ Please hold. Let her just... roll her hips just a little bit more. One more— okay, maybe a couple more. She might just keep him in her like this for the longest time just to chase that tingling feeling that's getting her clit to throb more at the same time. ]
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They can stay within this little Garden of Eden they've built for one another for just a little longer. Just a little longer as the heavy-barrelled length of him is sleeved on her tightening pussy for each possessive drop. She didn't have to worry about him forgetting her if he was destined to check in after all; Weiss didn't even have to be his first to accomplish that. Everything from the rising cadence in her voice, words of praise, his name that slips off her tongue so well when mingled into a moan, the soft bounce in her perky breasts that fit her frame so sensually when she takes his fingers to her lips. ]
Fuck, you're hot... [ Was it too late to stop this elevator from heading down? Was it too late to send the two of them back up to his Newlywed Suite? Too late to just take her by the hand until they tumbled back onto those couches they'd been sharing a meal together on? Any of the lush beds while he made her clutch those blankets real tight, fucking her senseless into the mattress...
That wild imagination of his, remember?
Mission accomplished, Weiss Schnee. He's never going to get this pussy out of his head. Not when she looked at him with such wanton need, taking a few more greedy rolls of her hips as she seats herself firmly on his cock. The thrusts stop, if only just for a moment or so that they can share in and revel in this deep connection while Ragna gives her another insistent grind, holding that bump there just a bit longer while his right hand that wasn't being squeezed in hers gives that ass of hers another possessive clap as he gropes her. ]
Shit, you feel as good as you look.
[ The tips of those fingers of his she wetted with her tongue flirt against her lips once more, rather enticed in the visual she gave him a little earlier. She can taste them some more if she wants to. If that'll occupy her mouth and prevent her from screaming at this rate when Ragna suddenly gives a rather insistent buck up beneath her, pushing up on her core before gravity settles the rest all the way back down. Bouncing her longer and harder on his throbbing cock, finding his timing after a few short few rolls to bring his hips driving up in earnest rhythm with hers dropping down. ]
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So you were thinking about me that way? [ Hmm... That wasn't what you said before she accepted your offer to go to your room, Ragna. You certainly aren't making any compelling arguments about how you don't have a crush on her! Weiss doesn't seem repulsed by the idea though. He's lucky that she wants to keep feeding it. Think of her more. Feel her more. Don't let her out of your sights.
Her tongue gives his fingers a good lick again before giving the tips a good suck. This time around, she doesn't pull away, letting her tongue dance around the digits, treating them like a lollipop. It's a good distraction from when Ragna starts taking control more, but it can really only last for so long. Her thighs tremble, knees shake, and she leaves his fingers alone so she can lean forward, her breasts getting squished against his chest. ]
Do it again... [ Please. Don't make her actually ask—let alone beg—for it. That felt so much better than she could have ever imagined, so... With her ass pointing up, each thrust into her does drive him deeper, like this angle was even better than earlier. She really is relying on him now to not just lie there. ] Harder, Ragna.
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He wants more. He doesn't even deny her when she asks if he'd been thinking about her this way from the get go. Fine. Fine. Frustrated as he was, LOST as he was, she was an attractive young woman, even in just passing her by. Is that what she wanted to hear? More than just a passing comment that she looked good, despite the fact he invited her up to avoid a killer line? That she was beautiful? Gorgeous? Hot as fuck? Breaking down every little layer between them until she found a man that didn't know just how starved he was until he got a taste of her? He needs to be careful? She's the one that stands a very good chance of being devoured by this beast in human clothing. ]
Helluva fucking thing to not— Ahh— plan for.
[ The visual and physical stimulation of her giving the tips of his fingers a good long suck does wonders for having his libido firing on all cylinders. How the hell did Weiss make him jealous of his own goddamn fingers?! She makes them look so sweet, and it feeds those ideas, of him riding a little higher back on his chair of theirs until she was cutely nestled between his legs. There's a longer and harder treat she could suck on, making her lips 'pop!' while he rapidly throbs as if he were on the brink of cumming already. He can feel Weiss' thighs shaking now, and they've hit a new plateau together as her breasts squish against his chest.
Not so much a prayer, but a command. Two of them back to back as her ass is pointed up in his peripheral view as she rides his dick at an angle that drags so much better. She was tight before, but his cock feels like it's almost bending some for her as she'd feel both those larger hands of his riding up the back of her skirt, taking a possessive hold of her ass and squeezing real good. If he had the wherewithal, he might have let those panties ride up like a thong so she could feel the contrast of bare and glove on her cheeks more.
"Harder, Ragna."
All she had to do now was hold on for dear life because as his legs spread just a bit more, he finds himself riding up on the balls of his feet now as he gives her exactly that, repeating that same wild buck of a thrust fluidly, harder this time. Again. Do it again, Ragna. Close your eyes and lose yourself in all of her. ] Fuck, like that...?
[ Hammering home so deep? That thudding sensation as his cock pressures her core so deep and claims her over and over? Until it wasn't just this tight little pussy that he'd never forget, but reminding Weiss where she could go if she was missing the best seat in the house? ]
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There— [ She whispers her approval to him in the form of a moan that sounds like further direction. Each thrust feels like it takes too long, but that's just Weiss being far too addicted to that feeling of the tip of his cock grinding so insistently on her most sensitive spot. She meets him halfway despite how badly she just wants to cling to him and let him do all the work while she still can, rolling her hips forward and back, making each bump have more impact that her ass cheeks do a little shake when her skin slaps his. ] Just like that, just like that—
[ This wasn't just a reminder of her. This is going in her mental diary where she writes all sorts of things that Weiss in real life could never, ever talk about. Filthy, unabashed dreams, desires, memories, and more that this casino has offered her. It's one that she'll turn the pages to every so often that if she does try every other possible seat in this goddamn resort, nothing could ever compare. She'd still be looking for that one that was just right and absolutely perfect for her.
He's going to have to forgive her though, because she gives up any sort of control she had earlier on. Her arms not only rest against him but they try and slip beneath him so she can literally hold onto him, cling to him and hold him close as he fucks her like this. Her entire body shakes with each thrust, her nipples rubbing against his own, her tight pussy gripping him so tight. If he kept it up, kept going, maybe even harder, she could only feel even tighter... Eventually, she just keeps calling his name, whispering it in worship as she surrenders and closes her eyes. ]
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So scratch it real good for his first time, Weiss. Because he's going to make damn sure you're going to miss him, the feeling that cock rearranging your insides and shaking that ass of yours every time it comes clapping down hard in his lap. Even if neither one of you say it out loud...actions speak far, far louder, right? Loud enough to drown out the laments of the Teasing Trio, their own imaginations running wild of what the cardigan and angle of his chair deny them. Just how hard was he fucking this girl? How deep could he go without flat-out breaking her little pussy in? Yet every time, as she clings for dear life and snakes her arms beneath him while her tits jump against his diamond front, the swollen head of his cock burgeons and taps on that door.
Cracking that door as his nails dig into her ass and he fucks her harder, until her name and a slew of colourful praises of her, (so wet) • (weiss...weiss...!) • (so fucking tight) preludes the kiln molten hot in the pit of his loins as rippling waves of euphoria crash over him. Again. And again. And again as he stakes his claim a little rougher, desperation in the way he pounds up into her as his neck cranes back and he hisses in pleasure while the swell just below her womb thickens for each and every time his cock shakes her core. ]
Fuck..!!
[ He can feel something bubbling, a tingling that starts from his aching balls all the way up to the very tip of his cock. Throbbing quicker, faster, getting bigger as he breathes huskily against her ear what he can only imagine what this feels like, ]
I'm gonna cum...fuck I'm gonna cum...
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They hear her voice, praising him for being so deep, giving him her approval with all these high-pitched "Yes"es, amongst other noises. The man could use nicer words, less uncouth, but they find it pleasing regardless. They're so jealous... the sex must be so good and so satisfying. And it's the noisy man's first time, isn't it? Even cuter! When will they ever get their first time, they wonder. What it would feel like for someone to cum all over them, so warm and wet and fulfilling. . .
Weiss is close to losing all sense in her with how tightly he's clinging onto her "seat", too. She doesn't want to open her eyes, she doesn't want to think anymore, she just wants to give it all to him. She wants to keep hearing him say how tight she is if it's what makes him thrust into her harder, faster, bucking his hips into her like there's absolutely nothing else in the world that could make him feel good. Just her. ]
Ragna— [ A shaky breath. She's so close, the build up has been intense, like a sneeze that's been creeping up on her for some time now but she just can't sneeze. She just knows it's coming, though. Soon. She's gonna come.
And so is he, apparently. And as tragic as it is to stop, Weiss wakes up back to reality, eyes shooting open and pushing herself up immediately and as she taps his shoulder. ] Wait, you can't not inside. Not now, please.
[ Not here! She's so sorry to ruin your first time, Ragna, but... when all of this is over and you two are headed to the casino (or back up, or something), she can't and doesn't want to walk in cum-stained panties...............................
She understands that this is asking a lot, especially given how much they've lost themselves to the moment and in each other, but if he's gracious enough to concede defeat, Weiss does lift her hips up enough so he can pull out, plopping her butt on his thighs as she uses both her hands to finish the job. ]
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...yeah, there's not a damn thing cuddly about this. Not with the way they so desperately clutch at one another, running circles around each other in this state of blinding bliss as they're practically shoving one another further and further towards the edge of that cliff. The rise, the fall, the brute force of that impact when they land together was going to be something neither one of them would forget. ]
[ It was. Until Ragna's blistering promise of where his first hot load was about to go actually shoots her straight back to the surface. And Weiss tapping his shoulder while his hands keep that nice grip on her ass forces him to be hauled straight to the water's surface with her. ]
H-Huh??
[ Not inside? But— He's on the brink. So damn close. Not at the point of no return just yet, but clarity hits him like a freight train. He had no clue. Could people get knocked up here? He wasn't wearing a condom, so was he about to ruin this girl's entire stay here if luck wasn't on their side? And yet, if this Wildcard's suit manifested, such a prospect might have sounded...tempting— even in concept. What would he do if his suit was activated? Become utterly insatiable? The true beast to her beauty while he cinched her waist with his strong arms around her back?
Claim her? Never stop fucking her? Breed her— ]
Shit— get off, get off...!
[ She's not wanting it for the sake of avoiding cum-stained panties, he's...thinking this is an entirely different problem. Yet another lesson he will soon learn (and regret not having). But he does concede defeat, even helping her as his strong hands glide over her hips and lift her until his dick pops out. And he can't help it. He can't help but watch as his mismatched hues immediately drift to between them, both her hands pumping that burning hot, turgid, downright shamefully throbbing mess of a cock as precum spills at an alarming rate.
He might be feeling a twinge of disappointment in the pit of his stomach, but far be it from Ragna to complain about that when a topless angel was jacking his dick so fucking good. Ragna doesn't want to get in the way of what she was doing...but did she cum too? Her pussy was tapping so quickly around his cock before that it almost felt like she was just on the brink. ]
Holy— Shit...Shit...shit...
[ His hands rest atop her own thighs, squeezing them for purchase as his cock gives another heavy lurch in her grip. Then another, repeating quicker than last time. The core of his abdomen is so tight right now as he's taken over the edge before her. Gritting his teeth, his left eye slams shut as he exhales long and heavy when he releases, vision haloing around Weiss.
She's was the one quite literally handling him. This was Ragna's first time. It's also the first time in a long time since he's last masturbated. Which means a very pent-up, backed up Ragna can't help the load that she was literally milking out of him with each wet-sounding stroke of her hands up and down his pulsing girth. Clench. Throb. It almost feels like it's not going to stop as shot after shot of hot white cum splashes until finally...
Fucking finally his feet are flat on the elevator floor once more, his hands having moved to clutch those curvy hips of hers tight amidst his orgasm as his broader chest heaved, heart throbbing everywhere he can still feel on his body. Even to the still twitching, cum-spilling dick that's no doubt made a mess of Weiss' hands among anywhere else. ]
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Any excuses can come later on though. At least for Ragna, he hasn't completely cooled off yet that he can keep chasing that high. A different feeling for sure, but her hands are probably better than his own. And with him so wet from the mix of their own juices, stroking him to jack him off doesn't need much of a warm up anymore. Her hands make twisting motions on opposite directions as she moves them up and down as well, starting with a moderate pace right off the bat to see what his reaction might be.
Blue eyes meet his mismatched ones, and he might just see a hint of an apology in her gaze. It only lasts for a short while though, because jacking him off seems to have a hypnotising effect on her.
Weiss' body has calmed down some, her clit barely throbbing anymore, but just one more touch might send her back into a tizzy. She breathes through her mouth, slow at first, but eventually matching Ragna's own breathing the more she hears it. He continues to throb in her hands, and she squeezes his cock a little more because of it— harder, get him off and make sure he squirts out every last drop he could possibly give you, Weiss. And even when he does, when he coats her fingers with his seed, almost as if he’s washing her hands with it from the sheer amount, she keeps going for a little longer. Just a little more, as if she’s receiving pleasure from all this, too, but she slows down gradually, until her hands aren’t even touching him anymore but remain hovering around his cock anyway.
It’s as if she’s just woken up though, blinking slowly like she’s regaining consciousness after being put under a spell. Her hands are so warm… they’re dripping. She looks at him again, lips slightly parted, and face so flush. What she’s going to do now, she has no idea. . . she did not think this through either, but she really does need a moment to calm down too. ]
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Weiss holding his hand the way she did had nothing to do with it. His choice to accept her kisses, and to allow himself to yield and give up everything to her had nothing to do with it. Their food and drink, in actuality, was absolved of any goading from the House. They were stuck in an elevator, and yet the moment he told her that he was okay with this. With her. He refused to back away from his own words. If she was his "First", somebody that actually soldiered forward as the one that helped him feel okay with being touched, and encouraged him in touching her back... It wasn't just this experience on a sexual level that was going to be keeping him awake at night.
Ragna was going to have a lot to consider and think about in the coming days.
Heh. Coming.Even if she did one helluva job with her hands towards the end too, the twisting in opposite directions to make sure that every single inch of him wasn't left unattended. His reaction was one of near breathlessness, torn between watching her hands work and pump him up and down the way they do and the fleck of apology in her gaze...until they're both entranced in what was happening when he does find his release. ]Holy shit, Weiss...
[ Even if she didn't let him cum inside her, even if so much was "going to waste", the splashing mess that's dropped along his lower abdomen, some of his cum pooling in his navel, at least she leaned back far enough that he didn't go getting any in her hair or all over her face. ...tempting a prospect as that sight would have been as his dick aches and throbs. If she didn't touch him again, he'd go back down eventually, but as their eyes meet and her face is flush, it seems as if they haven't the slightest idea what to do next...
That is until Ragna follows his own instincts, his hands moving from their spot from her thighs earlier and roaming inward. ]
Hey... [ That was good. Really good. And he wants to tell her exactly that. He doesn't really have any bark in him right now. There's a gentleness and care in his voice when his hand slides further up her thigh, beneath her skirt now that she wasn't riding him anymore.
The Elusive Kind Ragna.] Did you come yet?[ Because if she didn't stop him, verbally or physically, that barely throbbing clit of hers, those pounded walls of hers wouldn't be left abandoned for very long as his fingertips brush just above her pussy. Sorry if he couldn't tell or not. She was twitching and tapping around him so rapidly before this was over, clinging to him so desperately while she tightened to the point it felt like he could get pushed out if he stopped thrusting so hard... ]
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When his hand does make its way between her thighs, the very sensation gets her to tense up a little. She's not overstimulated or anything, but compared to him? She's going to need to be warmed up a little more. Like a balloon that was being blown air into, the moment it stopped with nothing to keep the rest of the air in? She's been deflated. She can keep going, her mind is raring to go, but her body needs a gentle touch first. ]
You'll... you'll need to slow down.
[ With her, she means. Please take it slow. It might hurt otherwise. At least, that's what her gut is telling her, since even a simple touch is already making her feel so on edge, and not in a good way. ]
I didn't want to leave this place all messy... [ She doesn't need to explain, surely, but it feels like she has to justify herself in case he's feeling disappointed about the whole thing. They were both so into it, after all.
Fortunately, the Teasing Trio's picked up on what's going on. Rejoicing and annoucing "Someone came! Hurray!" This isn't a party, and it only makes Weiss more flustered, reaching for the box of wet tissues that somehow is suddenly right there next to the chair. It definitely wasn't there this whole time. . . yet another gift from the painting. ]
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Tch.
[ He still has a more pressing matter in his lap right now. And he doesn't want to take too much attention away from her when, he can only assume by her words that, no... He stopped her. They stopped one another from letting her achieve another thrilling orgasm off this new ride. So when she tells him to slow down, his eyes trail lower to between her legs. It's difficult to see much of anything with the skirt in the way right now, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know where he wants his hand to go anyway. ]
O-Oh... Right. [ Although now that she's made it perfectly clear, the pad of his fingers begin to stroke up and down, back and forth just over where her entrance was soaking and her clit was subtly throbbing. To be brought this close to the edge only to get pulled back for the big leap... ] We could always go back up...use my shower or bath.
[ He doesn't mean together, but if she was worried about a mess...one worse than one they've made of her hands and his pelvic area with his cum, it's the first thing that crops into his head. Casino? What casino. ...He still wants to go with her now, but when life gives you lemons and there's the chance to make lemonade, why not offer his place to her? Who knows how much longer he'll have it for before the House sorts him into the deck properly with the rest?
As Weiss reaches for the sudden box of wet tissues that manifest on a little stand beside their lounging chair, the Teasing Trio's rejoicing acts like a second barb to the mood. They're the biggest pains in the ass here right now! His face turns redder. ]
None of your goddamn business you creepy ass voyeurs!
[ But...
Ragna still hasn't even thought about them leaving the elevator yet, has he? Has Weiss remembered the stipulations? Was it easy to think straight when his index and middle fingers brush over her throbbing clit, stroking her folds in the process? He's only just started touching her again, more directly...he was just inside of her moments earlier. This hot, wet heat of hers was stretched so damn nice on his cock and he denied her the chance to keep clinging to him all the way to the very end.
His touch is gentle at least, slow, curious as he huskily queries her: ]
This slow enough?
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Stay still for me...
[ She moves her hips slowly, until it feels like the pads of his fingers aren't by her clit anymore. It'd be embarrassing to lift her skirt and show him, so Ragna will have to be content with what he can feel, instead. ]
Can you make me feel good here?
[ It's a roundabout way of asking him to fuck her with his fingers, but she also can't really say something so uncouth out loud. Her hold of his wrists loosen a little to let him move the way he wants to, while those blue eyes of hers seek his gaze. At least, for a second. And then she looks away. ]
... we... can go back up after this, if you wanted.
[ Though if they end up in another sexy elevator ride going down after wards, then... maybe it's best to never take the elevator again gasdfgfd ]
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[ Thankfully, Weiss is quick to give him that guidance. Even when his cheeks fluster and his head continues to pound rhythmically when she continues to guide his left hand upon a shaken breath. He hardly cares about the fact that he's still a bit of a mess, stained abdomen and all when he was finding his focus shifting onto her pleasure. At least...what he hopes is her pleasure. This is ALL foreign territory to him, but his "First" isn't such a bad student either. At least...when he's not incessantly barking and complaining.
Comes with age, being able to focus more. Especially when she's being more forthcoming with him and actually telling him what she wants. Thankfully she didn't need to be more explicit to get her point across. Not when his digits become more slick with her juices. So not there...not her clit now. Hmm. Did that hurt? Like being overstimulated down south himself...or perhaps it was that much more concentrated. His fingers continue to rub and stroke her folds for now, getting a feel for what he can't see.
Their eyes meet, his gloved hand upon her thigh for purchase while she looks away and accepts that they can go back up... Those eyes of hers were so bright. Not glowing, no, but they were among the myriad of other things he was going to have one helluva time getting out of his head. ...Not that he was ever going to want to. He can't help himself, however, as his palm shifts so that he can get a better angle beneath her skirt.
No goading by the Trio. If they have something to say, they can stuff it, but, honestly, someone so little atop his lap, taking the lead like she did and now looking so shy... ]
So that's cute.
[ Crush this, crush that, if she has something to say, at least he's not covering her mouth when it's his ring and middle fingers together sliding inside of her, green and red eyes broadening in surprise in the moment at how tight it still was around him. But this is what she wanted, right? Not too fast, now. But...she really was riding high with him before. He can't just drag this out, can he? He shouldn't...which is why he starts working his wrist back and forth, keeping his digits straight for now as the wet squelch of fucking her with them mingles in the air around them once more. ]
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[ His response isn't something that makes sense to her right now, especially when her body and brain are playing catch up. She really can just end it here, but she wants to continue. If he came, they got their card, they followed through on what the painting wanted them to do. The elevator can move now, probably! But she's selfish. She's not going to let him be the only one who ends up finishing. That would just be unfair! Though that may just be the disappointment in her talking, because she was so, so close... ]
Mm... like that. . .
[ You can explain a little better, Ragna. Tell her what you meant by that while you slip your fingers in her.
And even that already gets her clit to tingle in excitement again, even without the contact. She can feel him brushing against those nerves even from the inside with how oversensitive she is, so she closes her eyes and steadies her breath, even just for a little while. Her hands end up on the ends of her skirt over her thighs, holding onto them gently for now. It won't take long to bring her back to the edge of that cliff again, at least, and he'll see that once her grip of her skirt tightens later on. ]
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How shy you looked, asking me to make you feel good right here.
[ Right as his digits give a slight curl, pumping in and out of her closer towards her entrance as he looses another heated sigh. Even now, as Weiss closes her eyes and steadies her breath amidst Ragna's stroking her insides. Even now as she hugs the edge of her skirt in her hands. For a girl that was riding someone like him so enthusiastically moments ago, she still managed to look so pure in his lap...and he's learning a LOT about himself in record time. And that she's...getting him excited all over again as fucking her on his hand like this, his pace building from earlier, was stirring his arousal from its semi-hardened state.
Not that he expects her to give him any more attention as it stiffens and fills out again. Not when Ragna's still more focused on giving her what she deserves. ]
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[ What the hell, Ragna!!!
It's a startled noise that escapes her, but she can't even get mad at him for saying something so embarrassing when he's got his fingers inside her. Not that any words of protest would even have any effect with her walls tighten around his fingers even more just from that. Idiot... He's an idiot! She was being so nice to him, and now he's doing this... >:T
It might be difficult to tell if she's huffing in indignation or if he's doing so well in taking care of her and making her feel good, but her breathing does become heavier a minute or two later. Her hands find his wrists again, letting go of her dress when she realises that she not only wants to reach her peak, but also for more contact. She's already told someone that she likes kissing, handholding— anything to make it feel like there's some sort of connection between her and her partner, and it holds true even now. Just holding him again like this adds to the sensation of pleasure, though it's only for a moment that she looks at him.
... he's getting hard again. She can't take care of him again here! They're going to have to move at some point, so keep it in your pants if you can even put them back on, Ragna! ]
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It feels even tighter...
[ Another minute passes, his hand not getting tired in the slightest at the pace that he continues to pump and stroke, only this time he buries his fingers just a little deeper as his freed hand is held in hers. As for where her attention is currently, at least Ragna doesn't stop fucking her as their eyes both trail down to his sensitive, twitching dick between them. ]
Hey, [ He swallows, heaving a sigh as his cock throbs. ] Don't worry about me, yeah?
[ If she says something about it though, he's...well what else was he supposed to say?! She's hot. He's currently fucking her on his hand and working her towards an orgasm (he hopes?!), and he sure as hell wasn't going to lie there limp dicked through it all when he's trusted her in a myriad of ways to let him enjoy her. ]
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She'd noticed his erection, but things have changed. She's a bit more concern about her own release now, her walls coating his fingers with her juices, flushing his own out in the process. Her breathing grows heavier and heavier as she surrenders herself to this and closes her eyes. Hopefully she doesn't hold onto his hand too hard the longer this goes, because she doesn't want to hurt him amidst all this. ]
A little more, a little more...
[ There's desperation in her, in wanting release this badly even though she was the one who denied them of it earlier on. The show Ragna's become privy to isn't over yet though. He could barely see her lose herself in ecstasy as she bounced on his dick earlier since she was clinging so tightly to him, but at least he's getting what he missed out on now. It isn't an explosive orgasm by any means, but the higher she goes, the more satisfying the drop is for her. Everything in her world just stops, tightens, and turns dark for a second or two, until it feels like she's been holding the longest breath of her entire life.
When she finally comes, it's with the most relieved sigh she could possibly give. Loud, with so much satisfaction from how long she'd been holding it in. Her hold of his wrist loosens not long after, and now it's become a fight to stay up right on his lap... ]
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With a clear head though, he also wouldn't have said no if she found herself coming around to asking if he wanted more. But in the meantime, he continues to pump his fingers, the white-haired man's head rolling back for a moment as he arches to get more comfortable having been lying for so long. That in turn has his hips rolling upwards slightly, his renewed arousal throbbing as if it were desperate attention. But neither one would grant it when he's equally as keen on taking care of her. Following the pleas in her voice and the desperation Weiss carries with her as she rides his hand, giving him another show from the best seat in the house as pleasure is written all over her face. ]
Yeah...come on...come on...
[ Right when his fingers drag back along the anterior of her walls...the pads of his fingers brushing a little textured spot that stirs his curiosity. She's so wet, hot and tight...but this spot... Ah. Seems that he's found something of a button all on his own when Weiss he feels her entire body tense, Ragna's own hand thrusting and rubbing along her g-spot as she lets out the most relieved sigh imaginable. She sounds and feels as good as she looks...he can only imagine what she tasted like if he had the wherewithal to make her lounge back on this chair. Luckily for little Miss Schnee in the Grim Reaper's lap though, she hardly hurt him even as her grip on his wrist rendered knuckle-white.
There. That time he gets it. He doesn't need to ask, he thinks, as her hold of him loosens and his fingers remain inside her for the time being, now gently stroking instead of attacking her most sensitive spot. It's only fair, yeah? She stroked him long throughout his own orgasm earlier. ]
Better?
[ Said with a hand upon her exposed breast with another gentle knead too. Hey, whatever works to keep her upright on his lap, right? ]
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... Better.
[ Weiss opens her eyes slowly, how bright the lights have become not at all pleasant to her at this time. It's something she'll get used to later on though, once she feels more awake. More normal. ]
We should probably get up now.
[ She'll wait until he's pulled out of her and gives her some sort of signal that she can move before doing so. She does have to shift a little and pull her panties back up before standing up, after all. Sorry about your new boner, Ragna... Weiss is done in this elevator, and she has no intention of asking about what he wants after this. If he wants to go another round, he'll have to be the one to ask. Maybe another time, when she's more comfortable around him.
They've only just met, after all. ]
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Yeah, you're probably right.
[ And while he's feeling the thrumming sensation that tells him he could go again, at least it won't take too much work to will himself to calm down as she stands back up upon pulling her panties back on. Ragna, meanwhile, does a crunch sitting upright, until he's straddling the seat with his dick still hanging out. It's not the most dignified position he can take, but while he's still a bit of a mess around his stomach and pelvic area...
Ragna's going to just. Take a huge wad of those tissues now, thank you very much, cheeks still afluster while he works on patting himself down and tossing the messy tissues off to the side. The Trio, thinking fast, manifest a little waste bin that catches it. sdfalkj ]
Hey, did you, uh... [ ...Yes, Ragna? ] ...Wanna go back to my place? If you wanna use my bath or shower?
[ Oh. So he's not asking for another round after all...
They've only just met, after all. ]
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[ Basically? He doesn't really need to ask like that now, but she does appreciate it. She had to turn around to put her panties back on and all, but once she's... ready, she figures it really is best to go back up even for just a few minutes to clean up. This is not the most ideal place to have sex. It should have been a given, but experiencing it? Yeah... that's a no for next time.
For her serious answer, though? ]
That'd be nice, actually. And we can go to the casino later on? A nice warm bubblebath sounds good. Probably not at the same time as you, though.
[ Just... had to make that clear, you know? ]
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[ Thankfully, it doesn't take much to wipe himself up. Especially when he gets the feeling they're heading back up to his Jack Suite anyway. If they really were keen on heading down, Ragna would have spent more time wiping away the excess mess left behind. Instead, he zips himself back up, buttons his dress shirt back up, not realizing it's misaligned, and pushes himself back to his feet alongside her. Phew. He wasn't getting sore down there, but as he arches his back and stretches...
Definitely feeling some of that strain from such surprisingly strenuous exercise now. In his eyes now, though? Absolutely worth it. But he won't talk about what just happened anymore. Not unless she asks or talks about it. Instead, he sets a hand on his hip and shifts his focus to the...sigh, the wall. More specifically, a certain painting that's covered up. ]
Sounds good to me. I can shower while you take a bath anyway.
[ The perks of having both— separate and generously spacious. ]
Want me to grab your pullover?
[ "YES! Please! It's so stuffy under here, and we can't see a thing." ]
Can you freaks even GET stuffy under there?? [ Well, despite the tension that grips his spine, on the surface, Ragna's at least a lot less fearful. More like he's done with their shit. Before he can pull off the cardigan and give it back to Weiss, though...he's got an idea. ] Or you bastards just jealous you missed the show?
[ "How uncouth! W-We were perfectly content in just listening to how adorable you two were in the throes of passion." ]
Oh yeah? [ Fascinating. ] So you DON'T mind if I keep this thing on you three?
[ "....." whisperwhisperwhispernowecan'tstaylikethis ]
Yah huh, thought so. Here's the deal, voyeurs.
[ "It's the Teasing Trio—" ]
VOYEURS.
You're gonna send us back up so we can wash up. THEN we're gonna come right back in here and go all the way down to the lobby. Keep your mouths shut and don't try anymore bullshit? I get rid of your little curtain.
[ ...hrrrrngh it would be nice to see them explore their ~Feelings~ together. But. They do wanna see. And these two did give them quite the meal. A feast for the eyes at first, and especially the ears.
Sure enough, the elevator begins to move. And at least for the moment? It feels as if that ghoulish presence is gone. When Ragna takes the cardigan off the portrait, the Teasing Trio painting isn't moving anymore. The eyes don't look like they're following them. ...That or they don't want to make eye contact with Ragna anymore. adfslkj But hey. Problem solved? He returns what rightfully belongs to Weiss, back to her. ]
Here.
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Yes, Mr. Crimson Calamity.
[ She'll give him some privacy as he fixes himself, back turned from him and the painting that's seemingly celebrating their victory. When Ragna talks back at them, she finally turns around, more to watch and see if there's anything she can even add to the conversation. It does look like he's got a handle of things though, which is nice.
He was so terrified of the painting earlier on!
Once he's gotten her cardigan back and is offering it to her, she takes it back but doesn't put it on right away. Up close, she can see that he's done his best to button his shirt up. Though it would seem his best isn't good enough.
She points at her own chest, at the centre of it where the first button would normally would be. Hopefully he'll get the message. ]
Do you want me to take care of that?
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He's moving in, Weiss...]Huh? [ He leans in to have a closer look at where she's pointing at her chest...before cluing in pretty quick at what she meant as he peers down at himself before standing up straight. ] Crap, is it uneven? Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'll just...
[ ...Forget it. Is what he was going to say until he looked back into Weiss' eyes. She wasn't even trying to play up the charm or flashing him a particular look. It was just...kindness. Simple, honest, kindness in her eyes. Something he says nothing about as his rose dusts his cheeks for her again. ]
Sure.
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[ That would have been fun to put back on... But maybe she's just a nerd about these sorts of things.
In any case, she does drape her cardigan over her arm as she reaches for his shirt. With the buttons misaligned, she does have to unbutton a couple just to get everything straightened out. She's careful about it all. It's not like she's going to hurt him by simply unbuttoning and buttoning his shirt, but it's already become creased enough. And once everything is in order and she's satisfied, she takes a step back to admire her work, a hand on her hip. ]
There we go. Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now.
[ The Teasing Trio finds all this cute, too, but they do have their end of the bargain to still give out. This was meant to be an elevator that was supposed to move a couple of floors down, but it slowly moves back up anyway, back to the landing area for the next set of elevators that can take them up to the royal suites. ]
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[ Not to say anything about literally getting half-naked with Weiss just now. If he wants to ask about what she usually wears back home, since he figures most of everyone lost their equipment, Ragna can find the time to do that after they got out of the elevator. Besides, he still has questions about that stunt she pulled earlier with those magic sigils. They both take a respective step back when she's done buttoning him up, and he gives himself a brief onceover before letting a smile return to his lips. ]
Thanks.
[ "Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now." ]
Nope. Just your plain ol', regular ride down.
[ Only they both knew damn well this "ride" was anything but regular. Nor was he going to be forgetting this any time soon. The blush on his face hasn't waned either, whether he recognizes it or not.
He'd thank her, but...even he gets the feeling that doing that would make things weird again. Especially when he wouldn't be doing it for the sex.
'DING!' ]
fang.
[ Good. Weiss is not exactly pleased, but she's at least satisfied that Fang seems to... well, heel. She won't blame the other woman for being angry and upset, of course, because Weiss can be that way, too. In fact, she could be even worse! But she's been slightly desensitised thanks to this place, and because she has been here for a few weeks and wasn't lost in the nooks and crannies of this place, she is a lot more calm. ]
I'm not sure if seeing you again is a good or bad thing.
[ Because that just means she's here to play the game instead of being wherever she was before. But that also means— ]
What do you mean, though? Were you, um, wherever you were, along with others who woke up here a few weeks ago, too?
[ She'd thought those people who disappeared went back home. Guess this little detail complicates things. Maybe people can't really go home after all. ]
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[Fang responds, with a huff, and then sits right in the middle of the elevator with no preamble, back pressed to one of the walls, legs stretched in front of her and the scowl on her face deepening as she recalls her month in empty corridor hell, a place that seemed a part of casino hell but somehow separate from it.]
I've got no idea where I was. Got lost somewhere with loads of hallways that went nowhere, 'til they went somewhere. Then I ended up in caves with horny octopus monsters. By the time I got out of whatever the hell that was, the staff was waiting.
[An eyeroll.] They all did this big song and dance about how sorry they were, and what a big mistake it was that I somehow ended up in who knows where. They claimed the place was supposed to be closed off. Didn't bother explaining much else. So there you have it. Turns out I never left at all.
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Horny octopus— no, nope. I think I'm better off not knowing.
[ She visibly shudders at that, wincing at the same time. ]
At least you're here now, instead of wherever that was? [ That probably isn't much consolation, though. ] You didn't miss much, in case you were curious.
These paintings are. . . I don't know. I doubt they're new, but they definitely weren't like this before.
[ Weiss just knows they're going to say something though, so she shoots the painting a look before she can even hear anything from them.
Oh, right, right! You two are setting the mood! Yes, of course. We'll wait. Patiently. ]
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[Her mood seems to be better though, judging by her body language — an arm lazily draped on her knee, her other leg stretched out, her back relaxed against the wall. Not much point in getting bent out of shape now. Didn't seem to move the paintings any.]
From a maze of hallways to being trapped in a box with a magical voyeur painting. Yeah, I really won the lottery on good luck. [She sighs.]
Well, there's my shitty update. How have you been?
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There aren't any tentacles here, at least. Just... them.
[ And she gestures to the painting watching them. It isn't what she would have liked to say, so this is... better!
When she's asked about how she's been, though, the slight red of her cheeks can't be helped. It's embarrassing to admit, but there's really no point in hiding it. ]
Ugh, I'm still here and I haven't found my way back home yet. [ Which really isn't so bad in hindsight when everyone is in the same boat, but— ] I told myself I wouldn't play the stupid game, but here I am... playing it sometimes.
[ Clearly the worst possible outcome. ]
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So you're doing what you need to do to survive in this place. [There's a somber set to her mouth, a distance in her gaze that suggests she's thinking of something else.] No shame in that. I wager it's harder to get out of here than we think.
[Here Fang stands up again, motions to the enclosed space around them.] Case in point — it plays pranks like this.
[Gradually, the weight to her words lightens a bit: she makes an aggrieved face.] Hmm. Speaking of, we ought to bite the bullet, you and me. Else we'll be trapped in this damn elevator 'til kingdom come.
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It's not the worst prank, at least.
[ But, she is right. They ought to get on with it... Weiss lets out a soft laugh. ]
Right. So, are you capable of being cute when you want to be?
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[At Weiss’ question, Fang approaches her with languid grace, resting a hand on the wall beside Weiss’ head and leaning forward. With the same unrushed deliberateness, she places two fingers under the smaller woman’s chin, tilting her head upward.
She leans over, partially shielding them from the hungry eyes of the painting.]
I can manage being cute enough, if that’s your preference.
[Her smile comes, slow and pleased, mostly with herself.]
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This renders her speechless. Colour fills her cheeks as she finds herself staring, but her state of fluster only lasts for a few seconds. Weiss, fortunately, manages to right herself. ]
That was one of the stipulations. [ In getting out of here. So even if this is an act, or if this is a side of her that's actually real, Weiss welcomes it. She can be just as cute, too. ] I'd say you're doing much better now.
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You hear that? I'm doing better. You better let us out after this, else I'm gonna make a bonfire out of you.
[The threat is delivered casually, but there is something about the tone that suggests dead seriousness. That done, she turns back to Weiss, then dips her head to meet her in a kiss that is slow but nonetheless sensual.]
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Fang turns back to Weiss after giving the painting a threat. Blue eyes meet Fang's for a second until any distance they have between them is gone. Weiss' lips are taken, kissed, and she closes her eyes in response as she returns the kiss. Much as she wants to get out of here quickly, the way she kisses Fang is slow and gentle, a little experimental as she follows the other woman's lead. ]
feng xin.
Testing the food— Oh! [ She looks pretty surprised upon realising what it means, and all she can offer to that is: ] What a brave soul.
[ Seriously. No sarcasm there. And she'll keep that bit about the Red Cardinal in mind, for sure. ]
I guess we can go back now. [ The limited space means only one person can stand up at the same time, and she waits for him before getting back up. The offered hand is nice, and she takes the help, dusting off her skirt once she's standing again. ] Hopefully we can breeze through the rest and no one has to get punished.
[ And with that, she pushes the door open, her arm going up to cover her eyes for a second or two as she gets used to the light again. One of the staff is still watching them from a distance, to which she just rolls her eyes before plopping back on her seat. ]
I think it was your turn.