[for tsuzuki]: gonna getcha getcha getcha

[scionofkushiel]

Melisande draws him up the stairs, if he follows willingly, as though she is pulling a fish up a line, reeling him in with a string that is entirely invisible and every bit as hard to break. She smiles at him, though, her eyes lazy, relaxed, like a cat sunning herself after a large meal...or after the battle for it has been won

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[cute_shinigami]

He's like a lamb being lead to the slaughter, or a bird caught by a cat, but somehow willing as he follows her up the stairs. He's sure he's heard a legend like this somewhere, maybe involving a rabbit... And that kiss only makes him want her to take full possession of every cell of his being.

He's almost breathless if she releases him from that kiss for a moment. "Well... I think there's a part of me that... well, ah, likes it rough," he admits, somewhat awkwardly. The memory of Muraki's scalpel tracing the lines of his chest comes to mind and he still can't help the mixed feeling of horror and arousal that brought on. "But ah... s-save that for... some other time. You could, well, tie me up with something soft, maybe a silk scarf..." He blushes as he says this, as if he's almost embarrassed to admit he's read some novels involving naughty things like that.

[scionofkushiel]

She smiles, laughs a little - but not at him. It's a friendly laugh, one that suggests that she likes the way he thinks - that he is a sweet young thing and she looks forward to playing with him more. "Of course. Your wish is my command." A low chuckle, at the irony of her own words, and she caresses his cheek. "--but come. It's a bit farther yet...though there's no need to hurry too much." She twines her arms around his neck and pulls him into another, slightly more heated kiss.

[cute_shinigami]

He slips his arms about her waist, pulling her against his chest as he leans into that kiss. She'll feel his lips tremble against hers, clearly from excitement and an ardent nervousness, then part ever so slightly, perhaps in a sigh. He's clearly willing to take this slowly, savoring every moment: he's young and hungry for this, but he has a patience likely found in older, more experienced lovers.

[scionofkushiel]

She smiles, fingers playing with his hair almost absently as she leans lazily into the kiss, enjoying him as well, and keeping her word, for the moment - slow, and easy; there is a cruelty in everything she does, of course, and her kisses are no exception, but it is a subtle thing, only barely there.