[#000] Appointments

[asthehawkflies]

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[windandrain]

I'm not always classy, you know. And I have other uses for your tongue if you think you're being to much of a smartass.

[She tweaks his nose]

You ran away to join the circus. Are you any good at acrobatics?

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[asthehawkflies]

Why, Saori, I'm shocked to hear you using such language.

[He grins and winks teasingly at her.]

I did. And I am. Trapeze I can do. I can walk a tightrope, juggle.

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[windandrain]

Oh...fuck you.

[She kisses him on the cheek, winking right back.]

And if you're an acrobat, that'll make my training a little easier on you.

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[asthehawkflies]

Well, if you really want to...

[He gives her a heated look.]

Should I be worried? Gotta admit, been a while since normal training at home was much of a challenge.

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[windandrain]

That... [Her hand slid lower...her voice slightly huskier than before. She has to admit he's certainly made her bolder.] Could be arranged.

[She just smiles]

I can be a harsh teacher, you know.

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[asthehawkflies]

[He hisses softly at the teasing promise in her voice, and oh, that voice does terrible things to him.]

Oh well, that's nothing new. I'm good with harsh training.

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[windandrain]

[Well...it's her turn to be gentle with him, isn't it? After all, teasing and not delivering she knows is the height of cruelty. And she's at least found her feet on this ground.]

Then we'll begin...soon.

[Almost mockingly she finishes her sentence, one finger softly sliding along his chest, mindful of injury and ever so gently. The other hand stops just above his waist, fingers strumming expectantly on muscle. Waiting with a lazy smile on her face, perhaps for permission or perhaps just to increase the anticipation...]

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[asthehawkflies]

[He opens his mouth to reply to that, but the hand against his chest, sliding slowly down, kind of drives most rational thought out of his head. Not that he's often accused of stuff like rational thought to begin with.

He touches her hand lightly, smiling back just as warm and hungry as she is.]

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[windandrain]

[When he doesn't respond, she reaches lower and pulls down whatever cloth was in the way, her own gown disappearing with a soft shimmer. Leaning in she kisses his cheek gently, then moves on top of him, still careful of his injury. Looking down at him, she gives him a voracious grin, a little shiver running through her as the blanket slides down her bare back.]

I'll be gentle, dearest.