[Zero knows that, in all honesty, there's a part of him that does indeed feel a little thrown off by Yagari's departure. He is more aware, however, that it's mostly a pointless fact to dwell over. The older hunter didn't belong here. That isn't to say that anyone does - be it himself, Yuuki, Ichiru, to the people he has never spoken with - but his master seemed more than miserable, let alone bored out of his skull
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[He told Ichiru the same, although maybe it'll be best to keep the two events separate. He's eaten a decent enough amount, having continued as she spoke.
It's amusing, though. She really can't be that oblivious to how obvious her behavior is, can she? It's unnatural enough to see her not eat. Sets his chopsticks down.]
Yeah...
[A bit tentative, maybe suspicious. There's something off, still. It's a familiar, even gut feeling, but for some reason (maybe the bracelets?) he's unsure of exactly what.
[Oh great. That isn't the sort of question someone's supposed to ask in a situation like this. Not that she has even begun, yet. She can't decide if that is better or worse.]
What? No. No, of course not.
[Flushing slightly as she stands up. Maybe she should get the dishes? Or is it better to just dive right on in? Now she feels strangely put on the spot.]
[A nervous tickle in her stomach, but she ignores it. She's come this far, hasn't she? Nothing about tonight is entirely new. Other than that she wants it to be special. And she...hasn't went this far before, either, has she.
Emboldened, heat coils tight within. She won't let the night slip from her fingers with out accomplishing what she set out to do.]
Sit down, Zero. Let me take care of it all.
[Fingers giving him a small nudge back, she helps to lower him into a chair as once before, pushing against him until he's trapped. Meeting his eyes, she leans forward, gaze lingering upon his with a heated spark, voice softly firm.]
The gesture isn't quite anticipated, so he initially starts before he's able to settle into his seat.
He keenly watches her. Effortlessly, he notes each little facet that shape way she behaves and moves; that look of hers, to the way she sounds and speaks.
So this is...
Of course, perhaps he should have seem this coming. Although, even if he did, it doesn't matter. His eyes still visibly dilate, heart pulsing a little harder, a bit faster, breathless for a brief moment. A slight blush stains across his nose and cheeks.
A soft, light brush of his fingertips to the back of one of her hands, gaze fixed within the one before him. ]
I'm supposing it's also something you made, hm.
[Not exactly a question, of course. More of a softly spoken tease, the edge of an amused smirk only a glimmer at his lips. He leans in a little as well.]
[She gives a soft hum, a hand lifting to gently caress the side of a cheek while her other captures the hand that had just barely brushed hers. Fingers interlocking, she pins it back against the back of the chair.
Leaning in close, she hovers above his mouth, breathing warmly against him but a hairsbreadth away. A tease, for her as well. The taste of him something so easily captured. Desire can fuel further by the sudden quickening of his pulse. Faint, there's something intensely satisfying as red sprinkles across his cheeks.]
I think...[She breaths, a heated whisper. She hovers so close, yet denies the hungry need to crush her lips to his in a drawing kiss.] That you should close your eyes once more.
[Barely a murmur. He gives her hand a warm squeeze, a slight tilt of his head to lean into the gentle hand at his cheek. His other lifts as well and goes to her hip, the soft yellow fabric of her dress beneath his fingertips.]
More surprises, is it?
[He plays, a soft nudge of his nose to hers, lips only a breath away. How easily he could switch their positions, or pull her into his lap. For her to act as such, however... How it tastes even better than a simple kiss will. A warm chill runs down his back.
[Lips, only just barely brushing his she pulls back, reluctant to leave the warmth and heat of his body. The arousal, thick in the air so tempting as it flows between them. The rewards of patience and waiting, however, she feels possibly more rewarding.
I want to see and feel Zero, when he's beneath my own influence.
Hear him, know that by her own actions he can be driven to the brink of pleasure and then some.
Those thoughts once more redden her cheeks, but she proceeds despite any shy embarrassment. Then, Zero...
Slowly her fingers lift to the narrow straps of her yellow gown, fiddling with the thin band for a moment, before carrying on. It falls, almost too easily over the slight frame of her small body. Over the shoulders, the dress crumples to the floor to pool at her feet around the ankles.]
Well then, Zero. You can open your eyes.
[The thin, near sheer material of the lingerie beneath is all that covers her from being fully exposed, hinting at what lies behind the silky fabric. Licking her lips, she looks up at him
( ... )
However, he hears her subtle gestures, the soft flutter of her dress, and the thick and steady beat of her heart; he smells the rush of her pulse as it increases, how it rises to flood upon her cheeks, and practically tastes the warmth of her skin upon his tongue. Vision obstructed, even mildly so, the rest make up for it all.
...Yet, as he gazes upon her once more, it's a surprise all the same.
Startling in the way he doesn't say a word for the first few moments. How, for a fraction of that time, his breath stills, body heated even by that look of hers, alone, and all of her intentions that radiate from it. A sweetly demanding, electrifying touch. Even in the murmur of surprise, there's an all too present and obvious spark within the way pale eyes slowly take in every inch of her, tracing each soft and gentle curve as if storing her to memory for the very first time, before settling within hers. ]
Rules, Yuuki? Is that tonight's theme?
[He leans forward bit on instinct and out of desire,
( ... )
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[He told Ichiru the same, although maybe it'll be best to keep the two events separate. He's eaten a decent enough amount, having continued as she spoke.
It's amusing, though. She really can't be that oblivious to how obvious her behavior is, can she? It's unnatural enough to see her not eat. Sets his chopsticks down.]
Yeah...
[A bit tentative, maybe suspicious. There's something off, still. It's a familiar, even gut feeling, but for some reason (maybe the bracelets?) he's unsure of exactly what.
He watches her quietly, brows slightly knit.]
Yuuki. Is something wrong...?
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What? No. No, of course not.
[Flushing slightly as she stands up. Maybe she should get the dishes? Or is it better to just dive right on in? Now she feels strangely put on the spot.]
I can make dinner occasionally, can't I?
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[To think that she couldn't be more suspicious was certainly wrong of him. It can't be the "tattoo issue," either, he knows.
He stands as well, then, already beating her to those dishes. He speaks while doing so, a light pat atop her head when he passes into the kitchen.]
Isn't it moot, now? Dinner was fine. -You're doing better.
[Returning, he faces her, still curiously apprehensive.]
What is it?
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[A nervous tickle in her stomach, but she ignores it. She's come this far, hasn't she? Nothing about tonight is entirely new. Other than that she wants it to be special. And she...hasn't went this far before, either, has she.
Emboldened, heat coils tight within. She won't let the night slip from her fingers with out accomplishing what she set out to do.]
Sit down, Zero. Let me take care of it all.
[Fingers giving him a small nudge back, she helps to lower him into a chair as once before, pushing against him until he's trapped. Meeting his eyes, she leans forward, gaze lingering upon his with a heated spark, voice softly firm.]
I never said anything was over.
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The gesture isn't quite anticipated, so he initially starts before he's able to settle into his seat.
He keenly watches her. Effortlessly, he notes each little facet that shape way she behaves and moves; that look of hers, to the way she sounds and speaks.
So this is...
Of course, perhaps he should have seem this coming. Although, even if he did, it doesn't matter. His eyes still visibly dilate, heart pulsing a little harder, a bit faster, breathless for a brief moment. A slight blush stains across his nose and cheeks.
A soft, light brush of his fingertips to the back of one of her hands, gaze fixed within the one before him. ]
I'm supposing it's also something you made, hm.
[Not exactly a question, of course. More of a softly spoken tease, the edge of an amused smirk only a glimmer at his lips. He leans in a little as well.]
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Leaning in close, she hovers above his mouth, breathing warmly against him but a hairsbreadth away. A tease, for her as well. The taste of him something so easily captured. Desire can fuel further by the sudden quickening of his pulse. Faint, there's something intensely satisfying as red sprinkles across his cheeks.]
I think...[She breaths, a heated whisper. She hovers so close, yet denies the hungry need to crush her lips to his in a drawing kiss.] That you should close your eyes once more.
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[Barely a murmur. He gives her hand a warm squeeze, a slight tilt of his head to lean into the gentle hand at his cheek. His other lifts as well and goes to her hip, the soft yellow fabric of her dress beneath his fingertips.]
More surprises, is it?
[He plays, a soft nudge of his nose to hers, lips only a breath away. How easily he could switch their positions, or pull her into his lap. For her to act as such, however... How it tastes even better than a simple kiss will. A warm chill runs down his back.
So he closes his eyes, eager for her next move.]
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[Lips, only just barely brushing his she pulls back, reluctant to leave the warmth and heat of his body. The arousal, thick in the air so tempting as it flows between them. The rewards of patience and waiting, however, she feels possibly more rewarding.
I want to see and feel Zero, when he's beneath my own influence.
Hear him, know that by her own actions he can be driven to the brink of pleasure and then some.
Those thoughts once more redden her cheeks, but she proceeds despite any shy embarrassment. Then, Zero...
Slowly her fingers lift to the narrow straps of her yellow gown, fiddling with the thin band for a moment, before carrying on. It falls, almost too easily over the slight frame of her small body. Over the shoulders, the dress crumples to the floor to pool at her feet around the ankles.]
Well then, Zero. You can open your eyes.
[The thin, near sheer material of the lingerie beneath is all that covers her from being fully exposed, hinting at what lies behind the silky fabric. Licking her lips, she looks up at him ( ... )
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However, he hears her subtle gestures, the soft flutter of her dress, and the thick and steady beat of her heart; he smells the rush of her pulse as it increases, how it rises to flood upon her cheeks, and practically tastes the warmth of her skin upon his tongue. Vision obstructed, even mildly so, the rest make up for it all.
...Yet, as he gazes upon her once more, it's a surprise all the same.
Startling in the way he doesn't say a word for the first few moments. How, for a fraction of that time, his breath stills, body heated even by that look of hers, alone, and all of her intentions that radiate from it. A sweetly demanding, electrifying touch. Even in the murmur of surprise, there's an all too present and obvious spark within the way pale eyes slowly take in every inch of her, tracing each soft and gentle curve as if storing her to memory for the very first time, before settling within hers. ]
Rules, Yuuki? Is that tonight's theme?
[He leans forward bit on instinct and out of desire, ( ... )
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