doggy day care

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a vincent valentine containment jail cell.

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@bedtimes, the most tired man in the world.

[sefira]

( link, )

Yes, darling?

( an innocuous response to her name, just because she knows it'll be another layer of exhaustion. he won't play along with her initial suggestion, so she's making her own fun.

hey, he's toyed with her before. it's only fair that the hand on his waist trails down his side. again, nothing improper. unlikely he'd even feel it with all his layers, but he can certainly hear the way her nails scrape along leather and fabric. )

Just getting comfortable. You know. Since you want me to sleep so badly.

[bedtimes]

[ is it really fair, when he still recalls the lightness of his touch against his skin with startling clarity? when he still feels the warmth of it occasionally, in the most inopportune times? not that it matters to her, he's sure. this is likely what she wants anyway.

there's a set to his jaw, his eyes opening to stare briefly into the middle distance of the side of his coffin, and then back down to frown at the top of her head. ]

Are you?

[ comfortable, he means. ]

[sefira]

It's a little stuffy.

( but she's not really complaining. if she truly had a problem with it, she'd simply move to fix it. but he made room, and it isn't so bad. )

Why, would you rather have me on top?

( she'll bend her knee this time; to nudge between his. intent to tangle herself with him, apparently. that hand of hers? wandering as if in search of something to toy with. a strap or a buckle or a loose bit of thread to fiddle between fingers. )

[bedtimes]

[ stuffy, is it? the coffin isn't designed with two in mind, but given her tone, she doesn't think she's really that bothered by it. her fingers likely catch on to the edge of his cloak; he allows the fiddling but reaches down to grip her knee instead, urging it up and over his side. ]

I'd rather you leave.

[ he says, and yet. she wants to entwine herself with him, does she? then that's what she'll get. ]

[sefira]

( so he says, and yet, his hand is on her knee once more and her thigh now rests on his side instead of being urged away. probably a good idea on his part to redirect her, knowing her inclinations to tease and all.

still, since he's allowed this much, she's going to seek his hand out to trace over his fingers, arching into him just a touch to press flush against him. a sigh of contentment washing over the throat she's buried into, smoothing her palm up his forearm just to let it rest there. )

Really.

( seems more like an invitation to her? )

I've seen you scare people off when you don't want them around. ( and even had a whole fight about it, one with snarling lip and bared fangs. fearsome thing, truly. ) And I don't think this is it.

[bedtimes]

[ he has his hand on her thigh once more, has her pressed up against him in one long, sweet line down his front. always so tempting. maybe she planned this too, with how insistent she is with invading his space. ]

I haven't. [ her sigh warms his skin, humidity cloying in the minimal space between them. he dips his head just enough to touch his nose to her crown. ] Yet.

[ not that he thinks she'd be scared of him. not anymore. not when she has already seen the beast within. which still begs the question of why she's here, but he has a feeling that he will have to discover that answer himself. ]

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( her laugh is soft, even in this proximity, one bolstered by the tickle of his nose in her hair. she assumes it's an attempt to look down at her to properly convey the gravity of his threat, and all she does is nudge the tip of her nose against the hollow of his throat.

it'd be terribly easy to bite him like this. it's tempting. )

You invite people into your coffin with you often?

( the hand on his forearm drifts up to lay flat on his bicep, disappearing beneath his cloak and drumming her fingers along his sleeve thoughtfully. )

Careful answering, I happen to be the jealous sort.

( she's not, but it's fun to play possessive. )

[bedtimes]

[ it almost lulls him back to slumber — the gentle laugh and press of her nose to his throat, the soft touch of her fingers against his bicep. he'd be comfortable enough to drift off to sleep like this, if only she weren't so keen on keeping him awake. ]

What do you think.

[ amusement colors his tone. the idea of her being possessive isn't too outlandish, though. he could see it. ]

camgirl/sugar daddy/fake dating au idk all of them

[bedtimes]

Next Friday night.
If you don't already have plans, keep it open.

nodding. all of them

[sefira]

And if I said I did? You gonna cancel them? There is this movie I wanted to go see..

( predictably, she's being a little shithead! )

[bedtimes]

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Then I will contact someone else.
Enjoy your movie.

[sefira]

( boo. )

You're no fun. You'd replace me so easily? My poor, maidenly heart is breaking.

Are you at least going to tell me what's going on next Friday?

[bedtimes]

A company dinner.

[ which is like, fine, even though he hates them. but, ]

I need to bring a date.

[sefira]

Oh? You could've just said so. Maybe with flowers next time?

( and well, now she's curious..... )

Who would you have brought if I was busy?

( not because she'd be jealous or anything. :/ )

[bedtimes]

[ stop.... why does he have to ask with flowers. ]

A former coworker.

intimate bathing

[bedtimes]

im putting this here so i don't forget

i felt like writing. i'm dragging u in.

[sefira]

( it's been a long day of travel, and the room furthest from everyone happens to be the one that has a tub in it - so guess who's inviting herself in! really, he should've just given either one of the girls the room to avoid this fate. at least she didn't invite tifa along.

a knock comes to the door, and if he actually opens it, he'll find her in a thin robe, smiley as ever. )

[bedtimes]

[ why is she like this.

it's been a long day of travel and he was actually the last one to pick his room, having gone out to play errand boy with cloud while tifa and the others went about checking them in. he'd immediately gone to his room once they'd told him which one was left and hadn't bothered to question the why's and how's, only relieved to have some peace and quiet. at least, until aerith decides to change that.

he hears her footsteps coming down the hall before she reaches his door, closing his eyes at the knock. he could pretend to be asleep to avoid inviting her in, but he knows she heard his and cloud's return just now; as tired as he always is, even he doesn't fall asleep that quickly. he finishes removing his cloak and gauntlet, just to ruminate on his decision even though a part of him has already made up his mind.

when the door opens, he grabs her arm and tugs her into the room quickly in lieu of a greeting, closing it behind her once she's inside. there's the usual exhausted look on his face mixed with some exasperation as he notices the robe, remembers the conversation they had in the bar not too long ago, and breathes a slow sigh through his nose. ]

Yes?

[ state your business, ma'am. ]

[sefira]

( he sure does manhandle her quite a bit, doesn't he. it's a stark difference from how everyone else treats her, not that she minds.

not a word gets out of her before she's unceremoniously pulled in, her yelp more surprised than alarmed. she expected for him to keep the door closed and pretend to be asleep, or that he'd shut the door back in her face. so to be face to face with the exasperated man only has her smoothing her robe down from her sudden dishevelment. it's a light little thing, not made to be yanked around? )

I want to use your bath.

( and she glances at him as if that were obvious. like he should've assumed as much, even though she'd been the one to implant the idea of her in nothing but a robe all that time ago.

she even takes a careful step closer, head tilted up, her smile carefully maintained to not get into the territory of impish as she closes in just a touch. a huntress in her element, even if she does actually intend for a bath. )

Wanna come with?

( that's not a question. )

[bedtimes]

[ she can't have expected him to treat her delicately. he doesn't share the same sentiments that the others do, but he has a feeling she likes that, not handling her as if she's made of glass despite how she may seem.

he watches her step closer, wariness coloring the exhaustion in his eyes. his sigh is barely audible as he turns away, one hand extending briefly towards the open door to the bathroom. ]

No. But you're welcome to it.

[ it may not be a question but she's going to have to drag him in there if she wants him... let him rest. ]

[sefira]

( she does appreciate that he doesn't see her as delicate. while she might not be as rugged and trained as the rest of them, it doesn't mean she can't handle herself. that he trusts that she'll be fine regardless.

and already, he's turned away to let her do as she will, so she reaches forward to grab at the back of his cloak to give it a little tug. not to pull him closer, not really, but to draw his attention back as her other hand braces against his gauntlet. )

You can lay there with me. It'll be nice.

( restful? maybe not. )

[bedtimes]

[ it's easy enough to shrug her hand off, but he shoves the instinct down despite the brief tensing of his body. she's been taking more liberties with him lately; he hasn't encouraged her, but he also hasn't dissuaded her from it either, and that's pretty telling, isn't it? ]

It's not made for two.

the fuck or die thread

[bedtimes]

( from here. )

[ it would have been easy to assume so if he couldn’t smell her desire, the scent growing stronger still as she spreads her legs, as she yanks him down to meet her. instinct wants to snap at her hands, hackles raising briefly at her insolence, the easy way she makes demands of him. but the fleeting kiss to the corner of his mouth stalls him, distracting him enough from the way her fingers curl into him to keep him close. but what she doesn’t understand is that he has no intention of leaving nor of letting her go; that from the moment they entered the room, there was no chance of escape. ]

Did you think you could?

[ that’s cute. not that he believes running is something on her mind at all, at this point. he does entertain the fleeting fantasy of ripping away her layers, the flimsy material still covering her cunt. but it’s true that they’ve no need to rush, he’s sure the producers would likely want them to drag it out anyway, even if he could really care less about their preferences. he takes his time because he wants to, because there’s something about letting that hunger steep; in removing her jacket, then her dress, and then the rest of it piece by piece. unwrapping a gift, as it were, despite the fact that he knows he’s far from deserving of it.

he presses the flat of his teeth against her sternum when she bares it, drags his tongue down to her cleavage before sinking his teeth into the sweet curve of her breast. not hard enough to break skin, but certainly enough to leave a mark as she wanted. ]

gasps. the way i immediately logged back in,

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( a question that leaves her with an odd thrill - she recognizes a threat when she hears it, after all. she knew it before, but the reality that she's gone and invited a beast worthy of fables and legends fully settles in the moment she feels his teeth above her fluttering heart.

and thrum it does, alive and loud in her ears especially when his clever mouth stops short of drawing blood at such a sensitive spot. her breath catches on a rib from the sting, arching into his tongue to drag out the moment just the slightest bit more before he rescinds. the keen in her throat cutting through the otherwise quiet room is maybe a little embarrassing, one she might deny to be a whine if brought to light. she wouldn't be surprised if she's all the mics pick up -

- which surely means she should work a little harder to see if this man would crack with enough.. incentive.

dizzying as his mouth is over her now oversensitive skin, she does her best to drag her nails down along the sides of the armor he has yet to shed. catching here and there over stitch, strap and buckle; a tease of what could've been if he'd been without. he's gone and helped her out of some of her layers, so it's only fair if she gets to pick off a few of his.

a buckle she can't quite see is where she hooks her finger, blindly feeling for the latch and pressing her thumb along the junction between his thigh and hip as if that's of any help in this situation. )

Of course I do.

( oh, to court danger even now, confident despite her disheveled state and haphazard clothing.

she'll even lean back a little more, her gaze flicking down to meet his proper before tilting her chin just the slightest bit to bare the line of her throat to him. a taunt. maybe it'll be distraction enough to get the buckle loose. even the playing field by letting her push his trousers off his hip. )

But why would I when I'd rather you let me find out how much of you I can take?