Date/Time: 7/22/19 01:25 am (UTC)Posted by:smokedout
And if he tells you anything, I'll kick his ass.
[He probably won't. He goes too soft on that kid.
His gaze follows the bottle down between her legs, and he cocks a brow as his eyes snap back to hers. Really, she has absolutely no right to be so attractive. His hand lingers a bit too long in her lap before he takes the bottle back, finishing it off and accenting with a silent burp. Classy.]
And you're implying you're not. [He looks her over with a calculating gaze, but it's really more of an excuse to stare at her body a while longer.] So, what are you then?
Date/Time: 7/22/19 01:38 am (UTC)Posted by:blindpuppet
Noted.
[Enis knows that from an outside perspective she is attractive. It's something she'd learned when she was still her fathers prisoner but she isn't sure she knows what that means. It holds some value in social situations but that is all she can see as a benefit of her appearance.
Her brow furrows when he finishes the last of her whiskey.] Your guess is as good as mine. [She has no idea what her father had done to her because that data is lost.
She rests her wrist on her knee, the cigarette lightly pinched between her thumb and forefinger.]
Tell me. [Her tone softens slightly as demand is replaced by curiosity.] What do you think?
Date/Time: 7/22/19 10:23 am (UTC)Posted by:smokedout
[He leans down to set the bottle down on the floor, and takes a moment to consider. So far he knows that she isn't bound by the same limits that humans are as far as self-harm, but he's seen the mentally ill do just as much damage. There's no reason to assume she's a mutant, but she's right - she isn't quite human either.]
I think you're fascinating. [Which is a neutral comment, coming from him.] And I think you're holding that smoke wrong.
[She rolls her eyes and holds the cigarette out for him to take.]
I can't say I've had someone teach me how to hold something that's on fire. [Dodger himself not withstanding.
Enis pauses, her vibrant blue eyes inspecting Dodger curiously.] You aren't a fan of complete thought are you? [It really annoys her that she can't guess what's going on in his head. He doesn't think like a normal person because he's fucking insane and it's constantly keeping Enis on her toes.]
Date/Time: 7/23/19 01:38 am (UTC)Posted by:smokedout
[He takes the cigarette from her and holds it between his index and middle finger, as if showing off the proper technique.]
I'm a fan of keeping my thoughts to myself.
[He takes a longs drag, burning it nearly to the filter, before leaning forward to breathe the smoke in her face as he speaks. Their lips are barely an inch apart, although he'll be leaning back to smoke again if she tries to close the gap.]
Date/Time: 7/23/19 11:11 am (UTC)Posted by:smokedout
That was a bribe for learning how I know him. Power sets are a little more expensive. [He does lean back, then, although he keeps grinning lazily at her.] It was good, though. Wouldn't mind coming back if you get your hands on more.
[It's been really itching at him that he's cut off from his main fixes - it just isn't worth it to steal when Max keeps such a close watch out for him.]
Fine. What sort of bribe are you looking for. I doubt Max is going to let me get you a supply of liquor since our last conversation had been public. [She enjoys Dodger for what he is but she isn't going to risk Max's ire. She rather likes the gruff man.]
Date/Time: 7/24/19 02:19 am (UTC)Posted by:smokedout
[The smile slides off of his face, and he cocks his head a bit. He guesses he's hit a boundary, but they'd been having fun before. There's no point in taking things seriously, with a girl like her.]
Relax. I can handle Tinder - he said himself he can't kill me for good.
[It's a sore spot, though. Tinder is more powerful than most of the people he's rubbed up against before, and he doesn't like feeling powerless. For a moment he might even look hesitant.]
Date/Time: 7/24/19 02:39 am (UTC)Posted by:blindpuppet
[Enis exhales a soft huff. She misses her whiskey but really that's her own fault for inviting him over in the first place.]
Does that mean you want whiskey? [She looks curious but uncertain. She isn't sure what Dodger is really looking for and so far all of her guesses have been wrong.]
What is it really Dodger?
What do you want? [From her or in general. She'd take any answer because Dodger really isn't like anyone else she's ever met.]
Date/Time: 7/24/19 11:54 am (UTC)Posted by:smokedout
[That's a tough question, and for a moment he wonders if she deserves an honest answer. She's been a positive influence in his life, and that's a rare find, but she's just useful. She isn't important and she certainly isn't someone he wants to be emotionally close to. It just isn't worth it to let someone in on that, and Dodger has been burned enough times not to risk it for a pretty face.]
His powerset isn't worth what I want. We'll find another deal for that later.
[It implies he has a plan, when really he's been searching for one since he got here. Loki seemed like a prospect, but he's lost interest in the man and Loki doesn't seem keen to get the attention back on himself. If push comes to shove, he might have to settle for taking orders from Ivar.]
How about this - you tell me what you're capable of, and I'll tell you what he's capable of. Equal exchange for equal goods.
[He needs to pull this conversation back into terms he's comfortable with - information exchange, secret-keeping, and toying with others.]
[Enis reaches forward and lightly runs the tips of her fingers from Dodger's elbow down to his wrist.] That is a fair trade. [She won't tell him everything because he had phrased his question poorly but she will answer him.] I was human, once. Now I am have both hardware and software in my body that allows me to heal faster, replicating my cells perfectly.
[She won't die from natural means.]
I have heightened physical attributes as well but I have never tested it's full range. [Enis is stopping the change that will make her truly dangerous and entirely in-human.] I have mastered computer science and hardware. I do not claim to be an inventor but I can build or program anything.
My last skill and one that you might find interesting is a mixture of chemistry and biology. [She's a lot better at chemistry but she doesn't think that Dodger cares.] I saw the marks on your arm before. I can create a drug using legal components that will be unlike anything you've experienced before.
[She's created a similar toxic that's currently holding back her change.]
It could even use the natural heat in your body to alter it's state. If I get the compound correct. [She lightly taps the pad of her finger against his wrist.] Your turn.
[There's a moment, as her fingers brush over the wraps on his forearms, that he tenses visibly. Her voice seems to fade out for a moment, but he blinks back into reality and tries not to call too much attention to the discomfort. His eyes are fixed on her hands, as if expecting her to hurt him.]
That's hard to imagine... I've tried a lot of things.
[Saturn's Blood comes to mind. A cocktail of blood, alcohol, drugs and whatever else Arzial cooked up in his twisted little head, that devoured chunks of time from the drinker's mind and left them at the mercy of fate.
When she taps his wrist, he pulls his hand back and places it pointedly in his lap.]
In my world we draw a line between humans and mutants. They're the same species, but they're not the same thing. Knowing someone's status is a bargaining chip to someone like me - it can mean the end of someone's life if they're found out.
[Not that Jason had much of a life to speak of, before Augustine picked him up.]
Stevenson's got frost powers. His body's cold, he can make it colder - he can make frost appear around him, or make the room into a refrigerator. Last I remember about him, I was trying to show him how to make icicles in his hands, but it's not exactly my area of expertise.
[It isn't like frost mutants are crawling out of the woodworks to work in weapon production.]
He can turn invisible, too. Can still hear, touch, smell him, [taste him] but can't see him. He's a clumsy fuck, though, so I wouldn't worry too much about it.
I've seen people with better control of powers like his - he could be real dangerous with some work, but he's not much right now. He's, ah... rough around the edges.
Date/Time: 7/25/19 12:13 am (UTC)Posted by:blindpuppet
You should try me.
[It sounds more sexual than she had originally meant it but Enis doesn't correct herself. Dodger is confusing but he's a known entity. She trusts him to be himself and that's enough. It isn't really trust but Dodger will always be unpredictable and detached and Enis is comfortable with that.
She leans forward and flashes him a brief smile before leaning back and draping a leg across his thighs.]
I might be able to help him.
Counter to you, I get ice. [There is more to it than that but Enis isn't getting into her fathers work. Hopefully he'd been asleep when the memory had played over the network.][The flirting and innuendos will never stop.]
[There's a slight pause before he lets out a quiet, rough laugh.]
I have tried you.
[His hand moves idly up her leg, before just as casually lifting her up and placing her properly on his lap, straddling him. His fingers stray around to her lower back - there isn't a single scar on her body, and yet his mark is still there. The pads of his fingers trace the shape, so familiar after branding half the people in the city back home.]
Whatever you do with Stevenson is your own prerogative. Our boss isn't here, once he's done being a dog he'll stop being my business.
[Enis rolls her eyes a second before Dodger pulls her into his lap. She doesn't know about the brand on her lower back but she feels the tips of her fingers glide against sensitive skin and shivers.
It's really annoying how much her body enjoys his touch...]
Huh. [She hums the word in an unconvinced tone.] Then I'll do whatever I want to him.
[Maybe she's just trying to get a rise out of Dodger, it's hard to say. She sits comfortably on his lap, letting her arms drape over his shoulders.]
[His eyes light up a bit, seeing how his touch seems to affect her. His hand stray down to rub over the backs of her thighs, properly exploring her as well as encouraging her to shift about on his lap.]
Good. He could use the experience.
[He laughs softly, like sandpaper rubbed together. He leans up and his lips brush against hers, bringing that smell and taste of smoke and gasoline.]
If you don't mind, I'm a little more interested in what you're planning to do for me.
Date/Time: 7/29/19 12:44 am (UTC)Posted by:blindpuppet
[Stupid body...
Her hips shift and grind gently against him as his palms rub over the back of her thighs. She can feel the heat of his body against her skin but tries to ignore it. It doesn't work but she's trying not to be swept away by him... again.]
I have no plans.
[She admits easily, her lips moving against his as she spoke.]
Why don't you tell me what you want from me in slow excruciating detail and I'll do that. Then I can request whatever else I want from you and we'll be even. [It's so much easier if there is a deal involved and there isn't much that Enis will say no to.]
Date/Time: 7/29/19 01:20 am (UTC)Posted by:smokedout
You seem like you're doing just fine.
[He shifts his own hips a bit, making sure that she's rubbing herself over just the right spot. The disadvantage of jeans, though, is that there's a bit too much in the way of really feeling it. Still, her body against his is enough to excite him into breathing a bit more heavily.]
I want to handcuff you to the bedpost. Here, where anyone could walk in and see me burning your clothes off and pounding you into the mattress. [He hisses the words into her ear.] What's your price for that?
Date/Time: 7/29/19 02:07 am (UTC)Posted by:blindpuppet
[Enis's eyebrows lift in a curious arc.]
That is asking a lot. [Despite the fact that they're currently in her dorm and she's already grinding on him.] It would cost you the price of a new set of clothes. [Just because she's practical like that.] And you would have to tell me... [She draws out the word and lets her body grind sensually against him as if she is taking her time considering his offer.]
Why you work at your security job and why you seem intent on Jason.
[He's a good liar but she can tell that something is up.]
For example. Does your boss own him? Or do you? [That's how he makes it seem.] Do you make it a habit to own people?
Date/Time: 7/29/19 10:59 am (UTC)Posted by:smokedout
Those are expensive questions.
[But it wouldn't be the first time he's made a deal like this. Augustine has beaten him within an inch of his life for thinking with his cock in the past, but Augustine isn't here.]
You've got a deal.
[He slips an arm around her back, and rolls over to pin her down on the bed. He doesn't have handcuffs on hand but he does have his belt, which he's unbuckling and slipping off as he speaks.]
My boss owns me, and I own Jason. He's my pet project, until he's something my boss wants to keep. [He tips his head to consider that last question.] Haven't worked with my company long enough to make it a habit. Could become one.
[Those first two questions will have to be eased into, so he's ignoring them for a moment while he silently directs her hands to the headboard.]
[She knows that personal information about Dodger would come at a cost but she thinks that public sexual play is more than enough in terms of payment. After all, this is a well traveled dorm and at least one of its residents is under aged. It's a risk that's worth something.
Enis's lips tug into a smile when he agrees.]
Good.
[She lets herself be pressed into her mattress and raises her hands above her head with her wrists resting close enough together for Dodger to fasten her to the simple bed posts. Her vibrant blue eyes never leave his face as he works. She's a little more focused on the information than the situation but Enis imagines that will change.]
So you're invested.
Sometimes I wonder what it is you value more. Claiming people and things or sex. [Which might not be mutually exclusive.]
Date/Time: 7/30/19 10:53 am (UTC)Posted by:smokedout
[Dodger tightens his belt a little harder than strictly necessary, leaving barely enough space to shift around. Her questions make him laugh, but his expression is much more focused than usual. Speaking about Augustine, thinking about his job back home, has him much more alert and careful about what he lets slip.]
Is there a difference? [He leans down to press a kiss to her lips, drawing it out and basking in the feeling of their bodies together.] If I own something, I may as well fuck it. And if I'm going to fuck something... [One of his hands slips down between her legs, boldly rubbing against the fabric.] ...I plan to own it.
Date/Time: 7/31/19 02:15 am (UTC)Posted by:blindpuppet
[The belt digs into Enis's wrists and she has to fight back the natural reaction to lash out at him. She isn't completely immobilized; her bottom half is free, but the pressure sends a surprising shock through her. She's never been tied up except during her father's experiments and she hadn't thought that she'd have any reaction to it. The surprise passes quickly, with barely a sign of it passing over her features.
She returns his kiss but his question continues to hum through her thoughts.] You will never own me. [She whispers softly, her vibrant blue eyes glistening with confidence. He might experience the pleasures of her body but that is where Enis draws the line. Of course, she doesn't know about the burn on her lower back.
Her lips part as his fingers tease the heat between her thighs. Now that she's tied up she can't do anything to change their position to push away the distraction. Her chest rises and falls as her breathing becomes more shallow, her bright gaze teased with the hints of promised pleasure.]
[There's a challenge in her eyes, and it lures him in a way he doesn't get with most people. She's promoted herself from a toy to a prize, and really, she has no right to be so desirable.]
If you're not interested, then I guess I can leave.
[He sits up, still positioned between her legs but his hands move up and far out of the way.]
Far be it from me to stick it in something that's not mine.
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[He probably won't. He goes too soft on that kid.
His gaze follows the bottle down between her legs, and he cocks a brow as his eyes snap back to hers. Really, she has absolutely no right to be so attractive. His hand lingers a bit too long in her lap before he takes the bottle back, finishing it off and accenting with a silent burp. Classy.]
And you're implying you're not. [He looks her over with a calculating gaze, but it's really more of an excuse to stare at her body a while longer.] So, what are you then?
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[Enis knows that from an outside perspective she is attractive. It's something she'd learned when she was still her fathers prisoner but she isn't sure she knows what that means. It holds some value in social situations but that is all she can see as a benefit of her appearance.
Her brow furrows when he finishes the last of her whiskey.] Your guess is as good as mine. [She has no idea what her father had done to her because that data is lost.
She rests her wrist on her knee, the cigarette lightly pinched between her thumb and forefinger.]
Tell me. [Her tone softens slightly as demand is replaced by curiosity.] What do you think?
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I think you're fascinating. [Which is a neutral comment, coming from him.] And I think you're holding that smoke wrong.
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I can't say I've had someone teach me how to hold something that's on fire. [Dodger himself not withstanding.
Enis pauses, her vibrant blue eyes inspecting Dodger curiously.] You aren't a fan of complete thought are you? [It really annoys her that she can't guess what's going on in his head. He doesn't think like a normal person because he's fucking insane and it's constantly keeping Enis on her toes.]
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I'm a fan of keeping my thoughts to myself.
[He takes a longs drag, burning it nearly to the filter, before leaning forward to breathe the smoke in her face as he speaks. Their lips are barely an inch apart, although he'll be leaning back to smoke again if she tries to close the gap.]
So. About that bribe.
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I thought the whiskey was the bride.
[He had drank most of it.]
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[It's been really itching at him that he's cut off from his main fixes - it just isn't worth it to steal when Max keeps such a close watch out for him.]
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Fine. What sort of bribe are you looking for. I doubt Max is going to let me get you a supply of liquor since our last conversation had been public. [She enjoys Dodger for what he is but she isn't going to risk Max's ire. She rather likes the gruff man.]
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Relax. I can handle Tinder - he said himself he can't kill me for good.
[It's a sore spot, though. Tinder is more powerful than most of the people he's rubbed up against before, and he doesn't like feeling powerless. For a moment he might even look hesitant.]
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Does that mean you want whiskey? [She looks curious but uncertain. She isn't sure what Dodger is really looking for and so far all of her guesses have been wrong.]
What is it really Dodger?
What do you want? [From her or in general. She'd take any answer because Dodger really isn't like anyone else she's ever met.]
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His powerset isn't worth what I want. We'll find another deal for that later.
[It implies he has a plan, when really he's been searching for one since he got here. Loki seemed like a prospect, but he's lost interest in the man and Loki doesn't seem keen to get the attention back on himself. If push comes to shove, he might have to settle for taking orders from Ivar.]
How about this - you tell me what you're capable of, and I'll tell you what he's capable of. Equal exchange for equal goods.
[He needs to pull this conversation back into terms he's comfortable with - information exchange, secret-keeping, and toying with others.]
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[She won't die from natural means.]
I have heightened physical attributes as well but I have never tested it's full range. [Enis is stopping the change that will make her truly dangerous and entirely in-human.] I have mastered computer science and hardware. I do not claim to be an inventor but I can build or program anything.
My last skill and one that you might find interesting is a mixture of chemistry and biology. [She's a lot better at chemistry but she doesn't think that Dodger cares.] I saw the marks on your arm before. I can create a drug using legal components that will be unlike anything you've experienced before.
[She's created a similar toxic that's currently holding back her change.]
It could even use the natural heat in your body to alter it's state. If I get the compound correct. [She lightly taps the pad of her finger against his wrist.] Your turn.
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That's hard to imagine... I've tried a lot of things.
[Saturn's Blood comes to mind. A cocktail of blood, alcohol, drugs and whatever else Arzial cooked up in his twisted little head, that devoured chunks of time from the drinker's mind and left them at the mercy of fate.
When she taps his wrist, he pulls his hand back and places it pointedly in his lap.]
In my world we draw a line between humans and mutants. They're the same species, but they're not the same thing. Knowing someone's status is a bargaining chip to someone like me - it can mean the end of someone's life if they're found out.
[Not that Jason had much of a life to speak of, before Augustine picked him up.]
Stevenson's got frost powers. His body's cold, he can make it colder - he can make frost appear around him, or make the room into a refrigerator. Last I remember about him, I was trying to show him how to make icicles in his hands, but it's not exactly my area of expertise.
[It isn't like frost mutants are crawling out of the woodworks to work in weapon production.]
He can turn invisible, too. Can still hear, touch, smell him, [taste him] but can't see him. He's a clumsy fuck, though, so I wouldn't worry too much about it.
I've seen people with better control of powers like his - he could be real dangerous with some work, but he's not much right now. He's, ah... rough around the edges.
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[It sounds more sexual than she had originally meant it but Enis doesn't correct herself. Dodger is confusing but he's a known entity. She trusts him to be himself and that's enough. It isn't really trust but Dodger will always be unpredictable and detached and Enis is comfortable with that.
She leans forward and flashes him a brief smile before leaning back and draping a leg across his thighs.]
I might be able to help him.
Counter to you, I get ice. [There is more to it than that but Enis isn't getting into her fathers work. Hopefully he'd been asleep when the memory had played over the network.][The flirting and innuendos will never stop.]
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I have tried you.
[His hand moves idly up her leg, before just as casually lifting her up and placing her properly on his lap, straddling him. His fingers stray around to her lower back - there isn't a single scar on her body, and yet his mark is still there. The pads of his fingers trace the shape, so familiar after branding half the people in the city back home.]
Whatever you do with Stevenson is your own prerogative. Our boss isn't here, once he's done being a dog he'll stop being my business.
[This is a lie.]
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It's really annoying how much her body enjoys his touch...]
Huh. [She hums the word in an unconvinced tone.] Then I'll do whatever I want to him.
[Maybe she's just trying to get a rise out of Dodger, it's hard to say. She sits comfortably on his lap, letting her arms drape over his shoulders.]
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Good. He could use the experience.
[He laughs softly, like sandpaper rubbed together. He leans up and his lips brush against hers, bringing that smell and taste of smoke and gasoline.]
If you don't mind, I'm a little more interested in what you're planning to do for me.
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Her hips shift and grind gently against him as his palms rub over the back of her thighs. She can feel the heat of his body against her skin but tries to ignore it. It doesn't work but she's trying not to be swept away by him... again.]
I have no plans.
[She admits easily, her lips moving against his as she spoke.]
Why don't you tell me what you want from me in slow excruciating detail and I'll do that. Then I can request whatever else I want from you and we'll be even. [It's so much easier if there is a deal involved and there isn't much that Enis will say no to.]
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[He shifts his own hips a bit, making sure that she's rubbing herself over just the right spot. The disadvantage of jeans, though, is that there's a bit too much in the way of really feeling it. Still, her body against his is enough to excite him into breathing a bit more heavily.]
I want to handcuff you to the bedpost. Here, where anyone could walk in and see me burning your clothes off and pounding you into the mattress. [He hisses the words into her ear.] What's your price for that?
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That is asking a lot. [Despite the fact that they're currently in her dorm and she's already grinding on him.] It would cost you the price of a new set of clothes. [Just because she's practical like that.] And you would have to tell me... [She draws out the word and lets her body grind sensually against him as if she is taking her time considering his offer.]
Why you work at your security job and why you seem intent on Jason.
[He's a good liar but she can tell that something is up.]
For example. Does your boss own him? Or do you? [That's how he makes it seem.] Do you make it a habit to own people?
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[But it wouldn't be the first time he's made a deal like this. Augustine has beaten him within an inch of his life for thinking with his cock in the past, but Augustine isn't here.]
You've got a deal.
[He slips an arm around her back, and rolls over to pin her down on the bed. He doesn't have handcuffs on hand but he does have his belt, which he's unbuckling and slipping off as he speaks.]
My boss owns me, and I own Jason. He's my pet project, until he's something my boss wants to keep. [He tips his head to consider that last question.] Haven't worked with my company long enough to make it a habit. Could become one.
[Those first two questions will have to be eased into, so he's ignoring them for a moment while he silently directs her hands to the headboard.]
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Enis's lips tug into a smile when he agrees.]
Good.
[She lets herself be pressed into her mattress and raises her hands above her head with her wrists resting close enough together for Dodger to fasten her to the simple bed posts. Her vibrant blue eyes never leave his face as he works. She's a little more focused on the information than the situation but Enis imagines that will change.]
So you're invested.
Sometimes I wonder what it is you value more. Claiming people and things or sex. [Which might not be mutually exclusive.]
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Is there a difference? [He leans down to press a kiss to her lips, drawing it out and basking in the feeling of their bodies together.] If I own something, I may as well fuck it. And if I'm going to fuck something... [One of his hands slips down between her legs, boldly rubbing against the fabric.] ...I plan to own it.
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She returns his kiss but his question continues to hum through her thoughts.] You will never own me. [She whispers softly, her vibrant blue eyes glistening with confidence. He might experience the pleasures of her body but that is where Enis draws the line. Of course, she doesn't know about the burn on her lower back.
Her lips part as his fingers tease the heat between her thighs. Now that she's tied up she can't do anything to change their position to push away the distraction. Her chest rises and falls as her breathing becomes more shallow, her bright gaze teased with the hints of promised pleasure.]
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If you're not interested, then I guess I can leave.
[He sits up, still positioned between her legs but his hands move up and far out of the way.]
Far be it from me to stick it in something that's not mine.
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