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Who: All the cute little heroes
When: Day 35, evening
Where: Back To Your Regularly Scheduled Great Outdoors, Just outside the train

[ The beach fades away all at once, taking the cheery sunshine with it as evening hits all at once-- it melts away in a shower of sparkles as the familiar setting re-emerges. There are new stars in the sky above in clover pink, senna red, jasmine blue, and licorice violet.

Just before the beach disappears entirely, the bubbly voice speaks once more: ]

Wasn't that so much fun! You all rrrrrreally got to know each other, didn't you? Keep up the good work~!

[ If you had any alcohol in hand you still have it, otherwise everything from the trial is gone. ]

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You will listen.

[She says it with easy, casual confidence, like declaring that the sun will rise in the morning. Her fingertips continue to trace his face in a path known only to her, upward, inward, outward, downward committing to memory every line, dip and curve there. She could be truly blind in this moment wit how dedicated she is to seeing with her hands.

What can she say? He has a face worthy of study.]

Or...you will not.

[There is a marked lack of menace from her voice, nothing that promises dark and wicked things. What it is is a verbal shrug; he could take inches or miles with no consequence.]

[ It's that lack of menace that really sparks his interest-- is it a delicately laid trap, waiting for him to spring it and then she'd get her delicious revenge? Or was it really of no consequence to her, that he could break that rule she'd set forth and he'd see nothing for that trespass?

The curiousity eats away at him until his hands are wandering, moving to trace up her thighs and towards her hips. He was fascinated to see how she would react, if she would react. The anticipation was its own reward. ]

[She settles into his touch with a purr of her own, like she belongs there.]

My, my. So much trepidation. [Her finger brushes against his nose playfully before pressing against the generous fullness of her lips, innocently.

Naturally.]

One would think that I were...up to something, Crow-han.

Who said anything about trepidation?

[ He grins lazily up at her, his fingers still moving slowly. ]

I'm savouring.

[ It's not even a lie, he enjoys the feeling of her soft skin (do androids have skin? well, whatever passes for it) beneath his fingertips, the hints of of the strength contained within playing through. ]

Anyway, of course you're up to something. I just haven't figured out what yet.

[ Everyone is always up to something. He just doesn't mind it in this instance. ]

[Her skin is very soft where there is give and is virtually similar to a human in every way. It is thinner over what approximates muscle for her, but still very smooth.]

Crow-han. I am shocked and, frankly, hurt that you would vilify me so. Perhaps, in sensing your thirst, I only mean to offer a tall glass of myself.

It'd be a hell of an attitude switch.

[ HE'S JUST SAYING. ]

But I'm not complaining.

[ His hands continue to trace up, up... he's definitely heading towards her breasts. ]

I am exercising the lady's ubiquitous right to change her mind.

[she rolls her shoulders in a shrug, but that motion is indulgent, only serving to emphasise the roundness and contours of her chest.

Of course, there is the possibility that she has no idea what she is doing. After all, she did say she was innocent.]

[ She absolutely knows what she's doing, but it doesn't stop him from noticing. His hands continue to drift upwards, admiring her curves with his hands until he reaches his goal and moves to cup her breasts in his hands. ]

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[Before he can lay a finger on that golden place he will find his arms above his head, his back against the sand.

Because she's pinned him there.

Her mouth hovers above his with only a sliver of space between them, but she will not close the gap and she will not permit him to do the same either.]

Ah, I have changed my mind again.

[Her voice pours over his lips as sweet as warm rolling honey so much like the kisses she denies him. Her breath smells of mint and mingles readily with his.

She lifts her hands away but in their place are rings of warm water.

Cuffs.]

[ Cuffs. Well, he can't say he didn't expect retaliation sooner or later, but that doesn't stop him from testing the strength of the bonds. But of course they'll hold, 80H is good at what she does. ]

"A lady's ubiquitous right," huh...?

[80H always has her hair up in a bun save for strands that frame her face. She snaps back to straddle his hips and spins one around her finger idly.]

Oh, but of course.

[She lifts her chin slightly. Hmmm.]

You know, we are a way's away and yet...not quite out of danger. Not everyone has returned to the train just yet. I wonder, my little bird, can you sing quietly for a time?

[ He considers her words, rolling his hips up towards her as he does. ]

I could, but... what's in it for me?

[He is so cheeky, but given how things are, it would be fair to believe he'd have a point; after all, Crow does not care. Crow is shameless. He respects her boundaries, as is proper, and want or need for discretion, but that does not mean he needs it himself, far from it. Anyone would assume that wanting that same discretion is entirely for her sake.

If they did not know what was going through her mind, anyway.

A switch has flipped yet again, and it's tell-tale that it has left her with a different order of, ah, priorities if she is willing to risk this much.

Still, he wants something for him. She does not snort. That is not ladylike.]

Is being left boneless, breathless, and begging not enough?

[Her tone is utterly casual. One of these is not like the others, one of these is going to get called out.]

[ She knows exactly what to say to get a rise out of him, and his eyes sparkle with defiance. ]

You think you'll get me to beg, huh?

[ He grins, wicked and wanting. ]

I'd like to see you try.

[Crow is not an easy nut to crack by any means, but she cannot help but consider it a small victory that he did not say he never would.

Because the records will show otherwise.

Her eyebrows raise over her blindfold, obviously surprised.]

Oh my, I did say that, did I not? It must have slipped.

[He cannot see the glint in her eyes, but it would not be difficult to imagine it.]

After all, it's become a habit.

[ The record hasn't been set yet and Crow is pretty confident in himself. He's stubborn and determined and he's made it a goal now. ]

A habit?

[ He raises an eyebrow himself. ]

I sincerely doubt that.

I suppose we shall see.

[Truly, this can either end one of three ways. He begs, he concedes, or he nearly passes out if not actually. The odds are in her favour.

Which is why she knows he will double down.

He must know that--so she abandons this thread of conversation for another trusting him to follow. He is not an idiot (except when he is), she has every faith he will take her meaning.]

Has anyone told you you have a gambling problem?

[ The things he's an idiot about are pretty specific, otherwise he's usually pretending. In any case, he's more than willing to follow her along this new conversation path. ]

I've been called a degenerate gambling addict once or twice. Personally, I don't think it's a problem.

Well, I am liking my odds more than yours. What say you to that?

[ Maybe it should occur to him that his first reaction being YOU'RE ON is an indication that people are right about his gambling problem, but it doesn't. ]

Oh yeah? What stakes are you thinking?

[She sighs a sigh of someone witnessing a lack of self-awareness at play, but it is slightly amused as well. Typical.]

You are really quite something, you know that?

[She was not actually thinking of any stakes, but his mind went there immediately.

Well, what could it hurt? There is only one issue:]

Honestly, what would you not allow me to do to you, truly?

[She does not snort, but it's a near thing. It's in her tone, at any rate--Crow is shameless, easy, and masochistic.

In spades.

She does not mind gambling herself, but it is a bit difficult to think of stakes when anything she could think of is likely to be met with resounding enthusiasm regardless. Her lips part in inspiration. Ah--but that is the key, isn't it? Of course.]

If you manage to resist entirely...I will reward you with [what she hopes is] something entirely new. But if you concede to me, then...

I want a pole dance. With effort put into it.

[she states this casually, simply.]

[ "Something new" immediately catches both his interest and his attention. ]

You're on! You're gonna have to put those dreams of watching me strip on hold though because I don't intend to lose.

No one does.

[And yet.

But that is enough for her and she rolls her hips over his, grinding a little where he is clearly aroused.]

"All in," is the safe word.

[She is not trying to trick him, really. After all, to all in is to make a final leap of faith or to marshall courage for a great play or a greater bluff. For it to signal defeat when it could herald victory in other circumstances is, perhaps, an odd choice.

But then, she is an odd woman.]

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[ His hips cant towards hers as she grinds against him, and a grin floats lazily across his face. ]

I'll keep it in mind.

[ He has no intentions of using it. But at least it's a better safeword than "I fold." ]

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[There is an art to this and while she would not call herself a master, she has a very strong foundation. It is funny how one must take away while giving, but that is what she does as she leans over him and starts to kiss downward from his chin, ignoring his mouth entirely for the moment.

It would be to easy when the point is to deny and make him want. Make him crave. Besides, she needs him to sing, after all.

He is wearing entirely too many clothes, but they could be easily done away with, even if she may never hear the end of it if she does decide to tear them off a little. She can practically hear the smug chuckle at the forefront of her mind, he can't even settle for the back of it. Silly bird.

Anyway.

Her kisses are slow waves, a contradictory existence of substance and transience, lips rolling in with warm softness and leaving like they were never there. It's the prelude. The curtain rising in the crafted silence of hushed voices. This is only the beginning.

And in the first movement, water gathers discreetly at the tips of her nails, spinning thinly, constantly in quiet points. They make the smallest, keenest claws, but all Crow will see is fabric parting right down the middle as she leisurely drags a single finger across his shirts, never touching his skin. It is fine, she can fix it like new, after. She has befre. ]

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[Bond][nsfw] I forgot those

so did i we're great

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[Bond][nsfw] until we say otherwise. so not for a while.

Re: [Bond][nsfw] NOT FOR A WHILE

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