Well, Bayonetta was never one to shy away from fun, even if it technically was work. Thrust onstage into a rather risque
outfit, Bayonetta found herself in the lead of a group of dancers. Dancing to a rather upbeat version of 'Fly Me To The Moon', Bayonetta danced across the stage, feeling all the eyes on her as her tall, lithe body moved about.
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"Something like that," he admitted, giving her an appreciative once-over. She looked sensually stunning on the stage, but up close--well, the view was much better in such close proximity.
He could use some terrible pick-up line here; he had plenty of them and they varied from cheesy to just plain awful, yet it didn't stop most socialites from hopping into bed with him. However, he got the feeling that Bayonetta wasn't the kind of lady to be impressed by pick-up lines. Best to just be upfront about why he was here.
"Are you? Well, so am I. You're quite intriguing, you know that? You've piqued my curiosity . . . " He gave her his best sultry playboy gaze. He knew he was probably treading on thin ice now, but he'd try to take whatever reaction she gave him in stride. After all, he was the one who came in her dressing room completely uninvited, so if she gave him a negative reaction, he deserved it.
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"If I may ask, what about me intrigues you most?" She tilts her head in curiosity, her hands resting on her thigh as she watches him. She wonders how long it will take, for him to drop his restraint and touch her. It didn't take very long the last time they met.
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His eyes dropped to her long legs and he momentarily forgot what he was going to say next. The odds were high that it wouldn't take him very long this time around to drop the act as well.
"I . . . um . . . I can only pick one thing about you?" Damn, she already had him tongue-tied? Anyway, he liked the whole package, so picking just one aspect of Bayonetta that he liked most would prove to be a bit challenging.
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That, coupled with the fact that beautiful women were his Achilles' heel, and whatever thoughts he had of denial were long forgotten. He couldn't keep his eyes off her bountiful bosom, and somehow, he knew that she knew this as well as he did.
"Good to know I have your approval." His voice had turned all deep and smooth, an indicator that he was done pretending. He closed the short distance between them and pulled Bayonetta to him, leaning in for a kiss.
It crossed his mind briefly that she wasn't bound this time, so certainly this encounter would be more fun than the last. He liked bondage (he might as well since he was tied up more often than not) but it, like any kink, had its time and place.
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Her hips easily found his, the witch thoroughly enjoying herself as she moaned softly in the kiss, one hand tangling in his hair.
[OOC: Sorry for the wait! Busted my ankle. @_@]
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Unable to resist, Bruce found himself grinding his hips against Bayonetta's, and all too soon his Armani slacks were feeling quite snug in a certain region.
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He sucked lightly on her tongue, moaning into the kiss. For a moment, he let his fingers trail over a portion of Bayonetta's hair, and silently hoped it was okay for him to touch it; he knew how some ladies didn't like to have their hair touched at all. Whatever she used--if anything at all--it had to be exceptionally good, as her hair felt like pure silk.
He broke the kiss to catch his breath, his skin flushed from desire.
"Bayonetta," he sighed. For someone as bad with names as he was, it was remarkable that he'd remembered hers.
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He lightly pinched a nipple between his fingers, careful not to squeeze too hard. He kept his eyes on her face for a few minutes, gauging her reaction, before turning his head to bite playfully at her neck. He wrapped his free arm around her back, pulling her against his chest.
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A moment later, he let go of Bayonetta. His suit and shirt needed to go, and they needed to go now. He shrugged out of the suit jacket, but got rather impatient with the buttons on the shirt, so he just ripped it down the middle, somehow yanking his tie loose in the process.
He stroked his chin in thought for a moment. He could do this standing up, but getting comfortable usually made for a better go of things, at least from his experience. He reaches out and slides his hands into Bayonetta's, gently leading her over to the couch.
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"I was thinking that you and I could perhaps get re-acquainted with each other . . . " His voice had turned a bit throatier than the one he normally used. His vocal range certainly made up for his usually impassive facial expressions. Although, while in Bayonetta's company, it was difficult for him to keep up the stoic facade, probably because she was all of what he liked in a woman: brains, beauty, wit, and a great body.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his face between her breasts, nuzzling her skin there for a moment, before taking a nipple between his lips, gently sucking.
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