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[xiii_pullo]

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Rogue didn't want to go back to her own hut, so Pullo directed them to the tent he shared with Lucius. It was closer, anyhow. Lucius was inside sleeping, or pretending to, and after Pullo had a brief conversation with his friend, in which he explained he had a goddess outside, a real and actual goddess, Lucius left with a scowl

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[un_gloved]

Rogue had watched the other man go with a wincing sort of expression, because she really hadn't meant to kick anyone out of their room.

"I feel kinda bad about-" she started, laughing a little, but then she couldn't talk because his mouth was on hers. She dropped the mask which she'd been carrying and reached forward to grip his jacket, kissing him back fervently, and then stumbled a little.

"Mnh- ah-!" She blinked, glancing down, then smiled almost sheepishly back up at him.

"My dress..." she explained slightly breathless. It had a bit of a train and she had tripped. Not that he would probably care. She didn't. She was already reaching up to slide her fingers back through his hair and leaning forward, tipping her chin up to kiss him again.

[xiii_pullo]

"Got a good solution for that," Pullo said, his voice low and gravely with want. Gods, she'd excited him already, grabbing at his clothes like that. Pullo's experience with women had largely been with whores and his wife, and all of which tended to be on the demure side. He liked a woman who acted like she needed it just as much as he wanted it.

Instead of kissing her he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the tent. It was dark inside and he paused, waiting for his eyes to adjust. Once they had he lowered her carefully to his bed, which was nothing more than a lot of blankets and furs piled up.

"It doesn't suit you, love," he murmured, speaking of the bed.

[un_gloved]

"I grew up," Rogue said, voice huskier even than usual, reaching up to undo the buttons of his shirt, "on th'banks of a river that ran through the middle of heavy woods with a swamp on th'other side. Plenty o' nights?" She tilted her head to the side to drag a kiss across his jaw, "I'd sneak outta my room 'n sleep on the roof outside my window." She caught his lower lip, biting it gently then soothing the rapidly dissipating mark with her tongue.

"I'm a backwoods girl. I've gone toe to toe with titans. This is perfect f'r me."

[xiii_pullo]

Pullo groaned, making a sound close to a growl, and drew her tongue into his mouth to suck at it. He let go to kiss her, suddenly urgent, his hands searched her dress for some way to get it off her without tearing it. If she was anyone else he simply would have lifted it and had his way, but he wanted to give her more.

"How do I get you out of this gods forsaken dress?" he demanded, rising up, his shirt open and tie hanging crooked. He pulled off his jacket as he spoke, tossing it in a corner of the tent.

[un_gloved]

Rogue curled up to catch his mouth wetly and catch his hands with both of hers. She drew his arms past her, around her, and carefully slid his fingers over the place where the laces that held the dress together tied, and very slowly, lips hovering millimeters from his, she drew one end of the knot down until it came undone.

She's always been a flirt, and she could admit to moments of letting the seductress (that every woman had to have, right?) in her out, but she'd never played this game before.

She'd never had the opportunity.

[xiii_pullo]

Pullo touched his lips to hers, breathing hot against her mouth, then drew her lower lip into his mouth to lightly suckle much like she'd just done to his. His mouth kissed its way along her cheek, to her ear, his nose nudging her hair aside so he could suck at her earlobe. He scraped his teeth along it, all the while his hands were still where she'd placed them. Now that he knew, he would do it as he liked.

"Turn around, goddess," he instructed and pulled her close, helping to turn her in his lap.

[un_gloved]

Turning, pushing the long, tapered skirt of the dress higher around her legs and out of the way, Rogue bent her head and reached back to pull the unruly fall of her hair out of way of Pullo's hands, baring the back of her neck and her shoulders. She bit her lip, not bothering to stifle thesounds of her breath or even calm her breathing. She pressed her back against his hands.

[xiii_pullo]

Pullo spread his hands wide across Rogue's bare back. Unable to ignore her neck after being purposefully exposed to him he leaned over and placed a lingering, wet kiss along the first knob of her spine. He was breathing through his nose, hoping to send shivers, and kissed downward, his thumbs stroking small circles along her skin.

[un_gloved]

Rogue did shiver, and leaned forward, letting her head fall forward so he could do that, more. It felt wonderful. She let out a low, soft sigh, arching her back under his mouth. She was sort of surprised he was taking his time, not that she was complaining. She preferred it this way.

[xiii_pullo]

Pullo opened his mouth to drag his teeth along the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He clamped his mouth along the base of her neck and sucked softly. Meanwhile, his fingers pulled deftly at the laces of her dress until there was nothing left to untie. His fingers stroked her warm skin, mouth working her neck.

Perhaps he was taking his time, but he did feel an impatience toward trying to remove the dress before exploring. His hands, rough from years of fighting and labor, slid forward until he held the weight of her breasts in his palms.

[un_gloved]

"Uhn," she whimpered, pressing back against his mouth and chest and forward against his hands in the same movement, at least as best she could. She dug her heels against the length of her skirt to push it down and kick it away.

[xiii_pullo]

Pullo didn't notice the dresses removal at first, so intent on her breasts. They were full and so soft in his hands, which stroked lovingly, his thumbs brushing purposefully over and around her nipples.

"Gods, woman, you're perfect," he said huskily, finally catching the sight of her, nearly naked before him.

[un_gloved]

They were good words to hear. Completely and totally inaccurate, and under any other circumstances she would have argued them, but she was too busy twisting in, but not out of, his hands to stretch her neck up and scraped her teeth and lips against his jaw. She reached back with one arm to fist her fingers in his hair, her other hand sliding along his arm. It was intoxicating- touch, real and close and warm. It made thought disappear. What was better?

[xiii_pullo]

Pullo let out a sound nothing short of a growl, and pressed up against her back. His hands skimmed down her body, all that warm skin bare just for him. "Turn around," he murmured, demandingly, already trying to capture her mouth with his.

[un_gloved]

"Bossy," she murmured huskily, turning immediately, pressing up against him and sliding her legs on either side of his hips, splaying her fingers against his jaw and neck and pulling his head down to kiss him hard.

[xiii_pullo]

Gods, the way her voice sounded.

His patience now barely contained, Pullo bore her back onto the bed. It was easy enough, because his bed consisted of a pile of blankets and furs that they'd already been half sitting on.

He kissed her like he was starving for it, which, in a way, he very well had been. With her mouth open beneath his he filled it with his tongue, grabbing her hips to fit them with his. He was still half dressed, and she was still in those strange undergarments women of the future wore, but there was no mistaking his need.