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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[. . .]

Well, then.

Feel free to stop me if you can.

[He lets go of both forearms to cup her face in his hands, leaning down once more for a kiss that can only be described as conquering. More teeth and tongue than anything else]

[rollplayinghouse]

[That's what she thought.

She lifts her hands again to tangle in his hair and clothes and kisses him for several long moments, parting her lips easily, but retaliating with a bite of her own when her lip catches between his teeth in a particularly bruising manner.

Then she hooks a leg around his and attempts to roll herself on top again.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Fine! But he's grabbing the knife then!

Maki probably has like twelve more on her person anyway]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Only eight. If you count throwing knives.

She breaks the kiss as she lands on top straddling him again, pulling his clothes further open so she can see the tattoos across his skin.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It's a three headed dragon in silver blank ink -- the majority of the beast inked across his chest and torso with a few exceptions. One of the heads curls up the side of his neck. Another - his arm. The two wings curves over his shoulders while the tail disappears down one hip.

He'd find it breathtaking if it wasn't sometimes uncomfortable warm and sensitive.

Intensity pauses to look up at her, hand curled around the hilt of the dagger but not raising it from the grass just quite yet]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Maki's eyes very clearly flick to his hand on the knife, but other than that she doesn't react to it, instead just trailing her fingertips lightly down the inked skin.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He exhales sharply, the ink warmer than it should be to the touch. And it's obvious he's struggling not to arch up into her hand despite her gentleness.

He grins wickedly at her, pretending to be more composed than he actually is]

Careful now.

Do you really want to be tempting an angry dragon?

[rollplayinghouse]

[with a very, very slight smile down at him]

Maybe I do.

[as she traces the edge of the tattoo with a fingernail]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[With his free hand, he grips her hair and pulls her down for a bruising kiss -- half of the reason being so he can arch into that touch without being too shameless about it.

The other half being the incredibly embarrassing sound he would have made if he hadn't done that]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Her hand splays flat on his chest to hold some of her weight as she's pulled in, and she kisses him back just as hard.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[How sweet, Maki. But ultimately unnecessary.

He hikes a leg around her waist, attempting to close the distance so that they're flush up against each other. Added bonus - it will keep her hand from wandering too much]

[rollplayinghouse]

[That makes her make a noise into his mouth, but it's certainly not a noise of complaint, and she presses more firmly against him. Which does in fact distract her from doing anything else with her hands immediately.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Excellent.

He catches her lower lip between his teeth, nipping just hard enough to leave white lines against the skin but not to draw blood.

And the he starts kissing a path up the curve of her jaw toward her ear.

The hand in her hair slides down to the nape of her neck, stroking the skin there]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She lets out a small gasp, and this time her fingernails dig into his skin unconsciously. She ducks her head close as he moves towards her ear, breathing heavily.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He pauses, body shivering slightly as she digs in her nails, but then continues undeterred on his path. Once he does reach her ear, he takes the lobe gently between his teeth, sweeping his tongue across the edge of it]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Some part of her is still very conscious that he has her knife in his hand, but it's a remarkably small part for how much her instincts are tuned for danger. She's mostly very willing to be distracted by the spark of pleasure that goes through her at the touch of his tongue, and she makes another low noise and rocks her hips against him slightly.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He laughs against her skin, taking a few more seconds to tease her ear with tongue and teeth. Leaving it flushed and sensitive with all the attention paid to it.

And still smirking, he places a chaste kiss right behind her ear before his lips start wandering down her neck]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She's torn between squirming and wanting to stay close, and eventually she runs her hand over his warm skin to skim down his side and back up erratically.]

I-Is this what happens when you're provoked...?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He squirms at the touch to his side, especially any time her hand comes in contact with that damn tattoo. Which just causes him to growl and bite down wherever his mouth is currently exploring - which would be the neck and the curve of her shoulder --- though she is still protected by the many layers of Goth fabrics.

...

Oh wait. What's this?

She's talking.

He pulls back from her with a disgruntled look, trying to process the words that he just tried to ignore.]

Is that a complaint?

[rollplayinghouse]

...Not at all.

[But she's definitely going to take advantage of the pause to lean down to press her lips to his collarbone and then trace a curve of the tattoo with her tongue.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He grits his teeth against the sounds that he surely wants to make as she purposefully goes after the sensitive.

Fine.

If she wants to play it that way.

He grips her shoulder tightly in his free hand, not aiming to push her away but to keep her in place right where she is]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Well, okay. She pauses where she is and sucks his skin lightly between her teeth.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Well this is the only opportunity he's going to have to try and place the knife at her throat.

So.

Here goes nothing!]

[rollplayinghouse]

[There's a crucial beat of time after he starts moving before she realizes what he's doing. It's obvious when she does realize by the way her muscles all tense up, but she doesn't actually move more than a few inches before the blade is at her throat and she just freezes.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He grins up at her wickedly, eyes flashing with that some not-all-there insanity there was before]

Is there a problem, Maki?