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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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[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. ]

[ She'd better fix those clothes or he's making you pay to replace them, 80H. It's not like his self-replenishing uniform gosh!

Though right now, fixing or replacing his clothes isn't exactly the first thought on his mind. He chuckles slightly as he sees the fabric split to reveal the flesh underneath. ]

Ready to get down to business, huh?

[ Well, when business is pleasure... it's not like he's complaining. ]

[She kisses the little dip in his collarbone and walks her fingers along his sides.]

All things in good time, little bird, but I would prefer a...clearer workspace for the moment.

[She kisses further down and around his nip--

Ah, no, sorry, just to the left of it instead.]

[ His breathing hitches a little and he lets out another breathy chuckle. ]

Teasing, is it?

Teasing? I would never.

[She says, so very shocked. It is on that note that in her stupor she should be forgiven for the knee that brushes between his legs.

Twice.

As said, she is so surprised that he could ever say such a thing, truly.]

[ Crow rolls his hips in response to the brushes, trying and failing to get more out of the "accidental" encounter. ]

Mmmm. That lie's so egregious I'm not even going to pretend to entertain it.

[ BRAT. ]

[She has never done anything bratty in her life.]

A tease and a liar? My, my, Crow-han thinks I am quite the character. Someone--[She glides up, lips hovering by his ear.]--

Wicked.

[Many things happen at once.

She nips the lobe of his ear while her fingers deftly undo his pants, and her knee resumes working him over. It takes a deceptive bit of balancing to do it all simultaneously, but she manages easily.

When his pants are undone, she licks her fingers before drawing a slow circle around his nipple.]

You say that like wicked's not a turn-on.

[ He grins at her, though he's quickly distracted by her warm breath at his ear, the tingles that shiver down his spine as she nips at his earlobe. His hips roll along with the knee she's so deftly teasing him with, and there's a hiss of air when her finger delicately traces around his nipple. ]

[She sighs with only a touch of drama.]

So enamoured with danger.

[She tugs the skin there with her teeth, sinking them just a little into the skin of his lobe as though to drive her point home.

Something flits across consciousness, suddenly, and she lifts her head. Crow feels human, she's established that, but this is something different. The body is made of so much water and she is attuned to it, she cannot help it, especially now when she is so close to him. It is like a fish or an eel swimming flitting about, with the current and against it.

It does not feel right.]

What?

[ Crow's eyes had slid shut, but he opens one open to look over at her. ]

What's wrong?

[Her voice is breathy, heady with lingering lust, but it's fading as this conundrum presents itself.

She tilts her head, her brow furrowing in concentration as her hand travels along his stomach. Moments ago, she might have admired his steady breaths, deeper for her ministrations and the smooth planes of the muscle there, but her interest is entirely academic and medical, presently]

Something is not right. The flow of you body is...disjointed.

[how does she articulate it. it is being interrupted, slightly out of alignment, wrong. she doesn't like it.]

Mes yeux voient vers les cieux infinis.

[And then she sees it.

She sees It.

She does not panic, she would never, that would be unseemly, unprofessional. Very, very calmly, very gently, ever the good doctor, she delivers her prognosis.]

There is something inside you that should not be.

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

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

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takes this super serially

I'M SURE

:Dc

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