[She'd pay with her body, sure. Because if it meant him kissing her like this, she'd pay for mussing his hair up for the rest of the evening. Her fingers make their way across his scalp, down to the back his neck where she begins to drag her nails across his skin, making idle figure eights around his vertebrae as far down his spine as she can reach with his collar and jacket in the way. She can feel her nipples hardening with anticipation, his mouth warm and soft and just so close. He's just so warm overall that she can't help but want to sink into him, let him pull her as close as he could with his hand on her waist--
She doesn't protest when he pulls at the zipper of her dress, but the cold is a rude shock on her back, and she draws in a sharp breath. The fabric falls, the flimsy straps slipping from her shoulders and catching at the bend of her elbow. If he wasn't for Shura pressing in close to hide from the chill, she'd probably be a lot more exposed than she is. But when he speaks, not even his little nibbles can distract her from what he's saying.]
Nn--not right--what's not right?
[When she turns her head to look at him, her lips are so close to his--it's a show of will that she's not moving to kiss him. She'd kill him if he didn't kiss her, but if something was really wrong... Well, damn it, she was going to be pissed.]
[ Every last shred of rational thought is telling him that this isn't proper. But even while some semblance of shame seems to cling to his mind, Percival cannot help the way he instinctively moves to hold her closer, almost protectively so, when he feels and hears Shura react to the cold. It also serves as a reminder that they aren't in complete privacy, a thought that he finds equal parts troubling and thrilling. His eyes flicker back up to her face, and he's surprised to find their faces so close.
Though his fingers still trace idle patterns on her now bare back, and he wishes for nothing more than to return to the task he'd been occupied with, he can't ignore the feeling that something has a hold over them. ]
You feel it too, don't you? The urge to take part in such... vulgarities, yet I barely know anything more than your name. We're... [ He inhales a small sigh, because even while he's speaking, he can't deny that her presence is addicting, and their lips being so close together yet untouching is driving him crazier by the minute. ] under some sort of influence.
[Of course it's not proper, nothing with Shura is ever really 100% proper. But though she doesn't understand exactly what he's getting at she thinks she has an idea, and it's honestly just a little befuddling.]
Influence? Nnn, I've had a couple drinks, but this's normal to feel, iddn'it?
[Grumbling as she struggles a bit to keep from kissing him. She'll find out later about the nature of the candy canes and will apologize for not realizing that this was more than just simple inebriation when she does, but right now, this was simple and clear cut. She could walk away if she wanted, this isn't like when she had been under Hachiro's compulsion. She just didn't want to. She liked his hands on her back. His warm hands would feel good on her cold thighs, and she groans.]
S'natural. It ain't healthy to keep vulgarity pent up for too long.
[Who cared if they had only met each other once before? Shura had been with men she knew even less about. Wait, was he married or something like that? Ugh. Ugggghh. Her head's swimming and she just wants to kiss him so bad. So she does--not full on the mouth, but on the corner of his mouth in a way that might have been chaste if those lips hadn't just bee kissing on her bare skin just a moment ago.]
[ It's simultaneously a good and bad thing that Shura seems to be so easygoing and accepting of their current circumstances. Both good and bad because it makes it increasingly easier for him to indulge further into the softness of her skin, trivial for his hands to wander dangerous places like the curve of her rear and further in along her thighs. ]
Do you truly believe that? I've never struggled with matters before.
[ His voice is a mixture of inquisitive, low, and just a little unsure of himself. It's a stark contrast to the confidence he usually portrays without difficulty. Before he can say anything else, however, he's kissed, and his mind pushes out any lingering doubt. It simply feels right, her lips are soft against his, and he wants to make Shura shiver for a different reason that has little to do with the winter weather.
He draws her into his lap, and as he deepens the kiss eagerly, his hand wanders further beneath her dress. ]
[He wasn't touching her like he was some kind of celibate monk, so surely he had engaged in this kind of vulgarity as he needed, she thinks. But really, so long as he wasn't married... The touch of his fingers on her rear feels ticklish, and she squirms, torn between the desire for more and the urge to wiggle out of his grasp, but his touch doesn't linger there for long. There's a reply on the tip of her tongue, but Percival steals it and her breath away when he moves to deepen the kiss.
This, kissing him, finally kissing him full on the mouth, is almost a relief. It's the kind of relief that doesn't linger, quickly replaced with a subtle sense of urgency, a need to take as much from him as she could. The heat of his lips sinks deep into her bones, and he doesn't have to coax her to get her to settle in his lap. She follows willingly, savoring the feel of his hands as she parts her lips to him. Her tongue swipes against his lower lip, somewhere between playful and demanding. She wants to kiss him hard, suck on his tongue, and she'd get that out of him sooner or later, but she'll be patient and polite for now.]
[ Shura apparently wouldn't have to wait too long for what she wanted to coax out of him, because despite his reservations before, Percival's desires has his hands and lips moving just as enthusiastically as her own, perhaps more so, now that she's berated him for worrying too much. His muscles tense, and his pants grow tighter between his legs when she shifts more comfortably into his lap, her movements against his both playful and eager.
It gives him even more courage than before, to graze his hand from the curve of her hips, upwards and along her torso, and then snake his fingertips beneath her low neckline. He teases her slowly, even while his kisses grow hungrier and less refined, touch carressing lightly beneath the fabric of her dress and the swell of her breast. But eventually, he ceases being coy, drawing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching— playful but quite firm. ]
[Teasing was good, but this? This was better. Even as his touch stays light, his mouth is telling her a different story. It's an hunger she can feed into and answer with her own, kiss for kiss, going so far as to nip at his lips, worrying his lower lip between her teeth. Pinching her nipple makes her gasp into his mouth, enough to distract her from focusing on kissing his mouth. Now it's starting to feel entirely unfair that he's still fully clothed while her dress is barely hanging on to her. She wants to leech his warmth, and the best way to do that is to remove the offending garments.
Her fingers are deft and able to make quick work of the buttons on his jacket, but just how many layers did he have on?]
Nn--you're wearin' too much.
[So fine, it looked good on him, but this was just downright inconvenient. But fine, she can keep working at unbutton and tugging at whatever else he was wearing to get closer to his skin.]
[ Shura's kiss is like liquid fire in his mouth, igniting thrill in him that typically remains hidden beneath his carefully crafted appearance. Percival wants to feel more of her, to touch her and taste her in ways that might make her squirm more, and his wandering hands grow more insistent and bold. In the midst of her mouth combating his, he manages to undo the rest of the buttons on her dress, smiling against her lips when he feels her try and push back the various layers he has on. He pulls back a bit, tone low but slightly amused. ]
It is a formal gathering, Shura. I'm dressed appropriately. [ He gets the point, though, and quickly begins peeling back layers, including some of the light armor on his person. He's... unfortunately always ready to fight if need be. After a minute or so, he's shirtless. ]
Are you sure you want to stay out here? I don't mind looking for somewhere more... private.
You usually wear this kinda thing to a formal gatherin'? [Just what kind of parties was he going to that he needed to wear armor? Nerd. But a well built nerd, and as soon as his skin is expose to her, she'll be on it, skimming her palms flat up his sides and down his shoulders. Her nails run along his spine, lightly scraping along each vertebrae.]
Gotta a place in mind?
[Privacy happened to be one of her least concerns, dipping her head to begin dropping wet kisses along his neck to his shoulder. She's willing to listen if he knows of a better spot. This time, at least. She's flushed and hot and moving from his lap, even just to relocate, is the last thing she wants. It meant his hands would have to be somewhere that wasn't her body, and that sounded so much worse than someone spying on them. On the other hand, it is cold and she's barely wearing her dress at this point. It wasn't a bad idea, just unfortunate that neither of them could just teleport.]
I could be asking you the very same thing with your choice of formal attire, you know.
[ Percival asks, with just the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. It's a light jab at the... distracting attire she chose for herself, but unlike Shura, he finds himself with little to complain about. He inhales sharply, pausing for a moment to think. It would be risky to get up like this, with both of them half-clothed and increasingly impatient, but he can tell that she isn't warm here. And it's hardly a place of privacy— any minute now, someone from inside could walk to this part of the garden and decide to take a breather.
But where to go?
Suddenly, he remembers an area he passed on the way here. Without another word, he gives Shura a small smile, a quick kiss on the lips, and raises the dress back onto her shoulders just enough that she's a little more covered up. Just in case they're ran into on the way. He leaves himself as he is, however, and he leans forward to lift her as he stands. His arms encircle tightly around her back and waist, and even this type of practical contact makes his heart rate spike.
He moves quickly, and thankfully, most of the party is still preoccupied with the festivities inside. No one but a stray drunk person is roaming the halls, and it makes it easy to duck into the room he'd remembered from before. It's a lounge or a dressing area of some kind. Most importantly, it has a warm fireplace running, is currently unoccupied, and has an intricately decorated daybed in the corner. Gently, he lowers her onto it. ]
I hope this is more acceptable than the cold outdoors. [ He leans down and hovers over her form, taking the back of her palm in his hand and kissing it. ]
Mn, you don't like it~? [It's a very nice dress, and let's be real, it covers up more of her than her usual bikini and hot pants. It was also easier to take off, but that was just a bonus.] Next time, I'll ask you firs--nn!
[She's not expecting to be kissed and lifted up and she lets out a bit of a squawk. It isn't hard to adapt, wrapping her arms around her neck and legs round his waist to cling to him. In the end, this is more of a turn on than anything else. She likes strong men. So she can just let him take her to his intended destination without a fuss. Besides, she can still kiss at his neck like this, and if anyone sees, then so what?
But really, it's what happens when they arrive in the little dressing room that gets a reaction. Laying her down on the daybed so tenderly is one thing, but the way he takes her hand and kisses it shorts her brain. There was a retort on the tip of her tongue, but it's gone in an instant, her face flushing bright and her eyes widening just for a second. This guy... She coughs and glances to the side.]
Yeah, it's good.
[She would have been okay outside!! What is she supposed to do with a guy being nice to her like this??]
[ Percival is admittedly surprised at her reaction when he lays her down on the daybed. He only knows the Shura that is fiercely confident, ordinarily perhaps even too flippant for his liking, and certainly not one to be shy about such matters. Not when she'd teased him not more than a few minutes ago for being apprehensive himself.
It's... really cute, and definitely unexpected. He looks down at her for a moment, obviously surprised, before his smile grows wider and more genuine. ]
I didn't know you had any bit of shyness in you. Are you having second thoughts? [ His hands resume working on ridding her of that dress again, this time for good, but he will stop if she asks. He leans down to press light, feathery kisses to her lips as he slips the fabric off her shoulders and past her torso. ]
[There are few things that can throw Shura for a loop. She can't hate Percival for being chivalrous, but she could try to take control of the situation. It was annoying that he caught her off guard once--she won't let it happen again. She presses up on her elbows, helping him slip the dress down her body. She sits up once the fabric's off her hips, rising up to her knees and pressing forward to try and straddle his lap. There's absolutely no shame in her once she's left in only her panties and stockings, not so long as he keeps that chivalry to himself.]
Mmm, only second thoughts that I let you keep your pants on this long~
[That's right, time to compensate, hooking her fingers in the waist of his pants.]
[ Percival should have known better than to expect that Shura wouldn’t continue to surprise him. He felt too arrogant in that brief moment of apparent vulnerability, and if there’s one thing Percival feels complete comfort in, it’s taking lead.
This, although not altogether unwelcome, takes him aback all over again. His breath hitches in his throat as he yields and falls back, allowing her to press her weight against his lap, all warm and enticing curves. His confidence falters again, replaced by a small tinge of pink across his nose. ]
We should… perhaps resolve these doubts, then.
[ He only half-stammers, once again acutely aware that the way she’s pressing her groin against his makes his pupils darken and his cock ache. He inhales briefly as she works to get him out of his pants, lifting himself off the couch to ease the process. All the while, he sneaks a hand along her back, hooks his fingers beneath her bra, and gingerly unhooks the clasp. ]
[Shura holds back a sigh of relief as Percival yields to her. Whether or not it was actually good or not, the fact that he seems to bend so easily to her is a little reassuring. If he wasn't so gentle, Shura might have let him lead the way, but seriously. What was she supposed to do with him like that? And maybe it was better if she took control. If nothing else, getting to see him blush was fun.]
Resolve 'em, eh~?
[Pants off is good, and if he's willing to take her bra off, that's even better. She leans her weight against him, savoring the feel on his skin on hers with her breasts now bare. He's warm and firm and damn it, she does like a built man. It makes her shiver, slips her hand between them and slides her palm flat down his belly and lower, stopping only when she reaches his cock. Her touch is teasingly soft as she strokes him, and she tilts her face up, lips parted as she moves in to kiss him again.]
Let's do that.
[Do that and get rid of the needy lust in her belly. This much has her damp and she knows that her underwear is going to be a mess after this. She'd just have to leave them behind when they were done.]
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[She'd pay with her body, sure. Because if it meant him kissing her like this, she'd pay for mussing his hair up for the rest of the evening. Her fingers make their way across his scalp, down to the back his neck where she begins to drag her nails across his skin, making idle figure eights around his vertebrae as far down his spine as she can reach with his collar and jacket in the way. She can feel her nipples hardening with anticipation, his mouth warm and soft and just so close. He's just so warm overall that she can't help but want to sink into him, let him pull her as close as he could with his hand on her waist--
She doesn't protest when he pulls at the zipper of her dress, but the cold is a rude shock on her back, and she draws in a sharp breath. The fabric falls, the flimsy straps slipping from her shoulders and catching at the bend of her elbow. If he wasn't for Shura pressing in close to hide from the chill, she'd probably be a lot more exposed than she is. But when he speaks, not even his little nibbles can distract her from what he's saying.]
Nn--not right--what's not right?
[When she turns her head to look at him, her lips are so close to his--it's a show of will that she's not moving to kiss him. She'd kill him if he didn't kiss her, but if something was really wrong... Well, damn it, she was going to be pissed.]
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Though his fingers still trace idle patterns on her now bare back, and he wishes for nothing more than to return to the task he'd been occupied with, he can't ignore the feeling that something has a hold over them. ]
You feel it too, don't you? The urge to take part in such... vulgarities, yet I barely know anything more than your name. We're... [ He inhales a small sigh, because even while he's speaking, he can't deny that her presence is addicting, and their lips being so close together yet untouching is driving him crazier by the minute. ] under some sort of influence.
[ Didn't it bother her? ]
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Influence? Nnn, I've had a couple drinks, but this's normal to feel, iddn'it?
[Grumbling as she struggles a bit to keep from kissing him. She'll find out later about the nature of the candy canes and will apologize for not realizing that this was more than just simple inebriation when she does, but right now, this was simple and clear cut. She could walk away if she wanted, this isn't like when she had been under Hachiro's compulsion. She just didn't want to. She liked his hands on her back. His warm hands would feel good on her cold thighs, and she groans.]
S'natural. It ain't healthy to keep vulgarity pent up for too long.
[Who cared if they had only met each other once before? Shura had been with men she knew even less about. Wait, was he married or something like that? Ugh. Ugggghh. Her head's swimming and she just wants to kiss him so bad. So she does--not full on the mouth, but on the corner of his mouth in a way that might have been chaste if those lips hadn't just bee kissing on her bare skin just a moment ago.]
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Do you truly believe that? I've never struggled with matters before.
[ His voice is a mixture of inquisitive, low, and just a little unsure of himself. It's a stark contrast to the confidence he usually portrays without difficulty. Before he can say anything else, however, he's kissed, and his mind pushes out any lingering doubt. It simply feels right, her lips are soft against his, and he wants to make Shura shiver for a different reason that has little to do with the winter weather.
He draws her into his lap, and as he deepens the kiss eagerly, his hand wanders further beneath her dress. ]
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This, kissing him, finally kissing him full on the mouth, is almost a relief. It's the kind of relief that doesn't linger, quickly replaced with a subtle sense of urgency, a need to take as much from him as she could. The heat of his lips sinks deep into her bones, and he doesn't have to coax her to get her to settle in his lap. She follows willingly, savoring the feel of his hands as she parts her lips to him. Her tongue swipes against his lower lip, somewhere between playful and demanding. She wants to kiss him hard, suck on his tongue, and she'd get that out of him sooner or later, but she'll be patient and polite for now.]
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It gives him even more courage than before, to graze his hand from the curve of her hips, upwards and along her torso, and then snake his fingertips beneath her low neckline. He teases her slowly, even while his kisses grow hungrier and less refined, touch carressing lightly beneath the fabric of her dress and the swell of her breast. But eventually, he ceases being coy, drawing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching— playful but quite firm. ]
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Her fingers are deft and able to make quick work of the buttons on his jacket, but just how many layers did he have on?]
Nn--you're wearin' too much.
[So fine, it looked good on him, but this was just downright inconvenient. But fine, she can keep working at unbutton and tugging at whatever else he was wearing to get closer to his skin.]
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It is a formal gathering, Shura. I'm dressed appropriately. [ He gets the point, though, and quickly begins peeling back layers, including some of the light armor on his person. He's... unfortunately always ready to fight if need be. After a minute or so, he's shirtless. ]
Are you sure you want to stay out here? I don't mind looking for somewhere more... private.
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Gotta a place in mind?
[Privacy happened to be one of her least concerns, dipping her head to begin dropping wet kisses along his neck to his shoulder. She's willing to listen if he knows of a better spot. This time, at least. She's flushed and hot and moving from his lap, even just to relocate, is the last thing she wants. It meant his hands would have to be somewhere that wasn't her body, and that sounded so much worse than someone spying on them. On the other hand, it is cold and she's barely wearing her dress at this point. It wasn't a bad idea, just unfortunate that neither of them could just teleport.]
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[ Percival asks, with just the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. It's a light jab at the... distracting attire she chose for herself, but unlike Shura, he finds himself with little to complain about. He inhales sharply, pausing for a moment to think. It would be risky to get up like this, with both of them half-clothed and increasingly impatient, but he can tell that she isn't warm here. And it's hardly a place of privacy— any minute now, someone from inside could walk to this part of the garden and decide to take a breather.
But where to go?
Suddenly, he remembers an area he passed on the way here. Without another word, he gives Shura a small smile, a quick kiss on the lips, and raises the dress back onto her shoulders just enough that she's a little more covered up. Just in case they're ran into on the way. He leaves himself as he is, however, and he leans forward to lift her as he stands. His arms encircle tightly around her back and waist, and even this type of practical contact makes his heart rate spike.
He moves quickly, and thankfully, most of the party is still preoccupied with the festivities inside. No one but a stray drunk person is roaming the halls, and it makes it easy to duck into the room he'd remembered from before. It's a lounge or a dressing area of some kind. Most importantly, it has a warm fireplace running, is currently unoccupied, and has an intricately decorated daybed in the corner. Gently, he lowers her onto it. ]
I hope this is more acceptable than the cold outdoors. [ He leans down and hovers over her form, taking the back of her palm in his hand and kissing it. ]
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[She's not expecting to be kissed and lifted up and she lets out a bit of a squawk. It isn't hard to adapt, wrapping her arms around her neck and legs round his waist to cling to him. In the end, this is more of a turn on than anything else. She likes strong men. So she can just let him take her to his intended destination without a fuss. Besides, she can still kiss at his neck like this, and if anyone sees, then so what?
But really, it's what happens when they arrive in the little dressing room that gets a reaction. Laying her down on the daybed so tenderly is one thing, but the way he takes her hand and kisses it shorts her brain. There was a retort on the tip of her tongue, but it's gone in an instant, her face flushing bright and her eyes widening just for a second. This guy... She coughs and glances to the side.]
Yeah, it's good.
[She would have been okay outside!! What is she supposed to do with a guy being nice to her like this??]
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It's... really cute, and definitely unexpected. He looks down at her for a moment, obviously surprised, before his smile grows wider and more genuine. ]
I didn't know you had any bit of shyness in you. Are you having second thoughts? [ His hands resume working on ridding her of that dress again, this time for good, but he will stop if she asks. He leans down to press light, feathery kisses to her lips as he slips the fabric off her shoulders and past her torso. ]
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[There are few things that can throw Shura for a loop. She can't hate Percival for being chivalrous, but she could try to take control of the situation. It was annoying that he caught her off guard once--she won't let it happen again. She presses up on her elbows, helping him slip the dress down her body. She sits up once the fabric's off her hips, rising up to her knees and pressing forward to try and straddle his lap. There's absolutely no shame in her once she's left in only her panties and stockings, not so long as he keeps that chivalry to himself.]
Mmm, only second thoughts that I let you keep your pants on this long~
[That's right, time to compensate, hooking her fingers in the waist of his pants.]
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This, although not altogether unwelcome, takes him aback all over again. His breath hitches in his throat as he yields and falls back, allowing her to press her weight against his lap, all warm and enticing curves. His confidence falters again, replaced by a small tinge of pink across his nose. ]
We should… perhaps resolve these doubts, then.
[ He only half-stammers, once again acutely aware that the way she’s pressing her groin against his makes his pupils darken and his cock ache. He inhales briefly as she works to get him out of his pants, lifting himself off the couch to ease the process. All the while, he sneaks a hand along her back, hooks his fingers beneath her bra, and gingerly unhooks the clasp. ]
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Resolve 'em, eh~?
[Pants off is good, and if he's willing to take her bra off, that's even better. She leans her weight against him, savoring the feel on his skin on hers with her breasts now bare. He's warm and firm and damn it, she does like a built man. It makes her shiver, slips her hand between them and slides her palm flat down his belly and lower, stopping only when she reaches his cock. Her touch is teasingly soft as she strokes him, and she tilts her face up, lips parted as she moves in to kiss him again.]
Let's do that.
[Do that and get rid of the needy lust in her belly. This much has her damp and she knows that her underwear is going to be a mess after this. She'd just have to leave them behind when they were done.]