[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.

[cute_shinigami]

He senses that cruelty and it causes a frisson of fear to jitter down his spine, but it is a delighted fear, the kind one gets while listening to ghost stories, and not the soul-eating fear which another triggered in him.

He pulls back from her kiss long enough to catch a breath. "You... scare me just a bit," he admits, still breathless. "But it's a good kind of fear: maybe even a holy fear..."

[scionofkushiel]

She smiles, predatory. "A holy kind of fear? Good...perhaps you understand more than I thought. Come. I don't think there is any need to linger here."

[cute_shinigami]

"No, there isn't," he agrees, glancing down at himself. His youthful ardor has started to make itself more obvious and there's a drop of nervous sweat rolling down his temple as well. "Lead the way, milady, I'm yours to command."

[scionofkushiel]

Another fingertips caress, and then she is off again, drawing him forward with a kind of seductiveness even there, an air of leading him to some deep secret.

[cute_shinigami]

He has the feeling, as she leads him along the hallway, that he's about to be initiated into some mysterious religion, though he knows this is, on the surface, nothing more than the secret rites which men and women have been engaging in for ages. Perhaps the view which the people of Melisande's world take of this act is the healthiest one, he can't help thinking, even if the priestess about to initiate him is clearly a dangerous woman. But then again, some perverse part of him seems to like getting him into these situations. She'll feel him quivering with excitement and that holy fear he mentioned the whole way to her room.

[scionofkushiel]

She stops him before her door with a hand flat against his chest, and kisses him once again, lightly, before opening the door. "You first," she murmurs. "You are the guest."

It's a sumptuously furnished, spacious, and luxurious room, soft, red and black, almost opulent. But with good taste, always. Melisande likes to live well, and it shows.

[cute_shinigami]

"Wow... this is beautiful, like something out of a palace," he says, looking around him in awe. It's not quite how he expected the location of his first time, but he's had fantasies about places just as sumptuous. Turning back to her, he adds with a wink, "But someone like you, milady, deserves a suite just as elegant."

[scionofkushiel]

She almost - laughs at him, the endearing awkwardness of his flirting, but simply closes the door softly, locks it. "So no one interrupts," she murmurs, and then glides back to him, resting two fingers on the hollow of his slender throat.

"Please, be at ease..."

[cute_shinigami]

The locking of the door makes him pause, the nervousness returning and now he can't help feeling a bit trapped, but she does have a point -- and he quickly forgets about the locked door as soon as her fingertips find his skin. He slips one arm about her waist, his free hand on her shoulder, fingering her neckline, but hesitating as if fearing he might defile her somehow. "I'm trying to, but I'm shaking like a leaf inside and you're the wind that's stirring those leaves," he admits, trying to be poetic and suspecting that he's failing.

[scionofkushiel]

Her shift encourages the hand touching her neckline to explore further, as well as serving to move her dress a little off the shoulders...exposing some skin. She laughs at his description, but not unkindly. "Come now, darling, seize the moment..." And she kisses him again, this time more lingeringly, and guides him back against the dresser where her nimble figures can loosen his clothes, tantalizingly slowly.

[cute_shinigami]

He slides his hand to the back of her gown, finding the lacings and undoing them gently: he might have read some bodice-rippers in his time, but that's anything but his style. His fingertips brush against her bare skin as he gently draws apart the halves of her gown, drawing a soft gasp of surprise from his lips. "Ahh... your skin it's... it's like silk in a spring breeze..."

But once she backs him against the dresser, she's likely to feel him tense up again, just a bit, partly from surprise, and partly from that healthy fear.

[scionofkushiel]

She pauses, then, fingers lingering over his clothes. "Yes?" Purred, attentive to his reactions, though her fingers continue to stroke, pretending to be absent...as though she is unaware of the responses she is teasing from him.