[Right now? Quite badly. Part of her still has that underlying impatience of wanting to push him down and ride him until he cries out her name and finally they set down that mystery once and for all. The other, she also wants to indulge, experience him bit by bit.
Still, his hips grinding up against hers, so hot and building the heat in the pit of her stomach. At least she's good at multitasking. So she reaches out and fusses with his fastenings so she can finally tug those pants off of his hips. This she manages with her pulling her up like this, a testament to her flexibility.
Which is why she huffs at his lips with a sense of smugness before she bites at his lip. Not only is hot, but he's rather cute, isn't he?]
[ There's a puff of laughter that Samatoki lets out through his nose as he moves both of their bodies forward so that Vietnam's back hits the edge of the counter. The kitchen should be clean and pristine. This is where he'll be cooking, after all, but right now, Samatoki cares not where he's taking this. Especially not while his cock is freed from the confines of his pants and as it hardens even further, it stands right by her entrance.
He could take her so easily right now. Life is unfair, Samatoki would say, but right now? Life is pretty good to him.
He pulls away just enough that he can speak. He keeps his face close to Vietnam's. There's no interest in foreplay in him anymore. He touched a boob, fine, but he's hornier now that he just wants to penetrate. ]
Hold tight. You won't fall, I got you.
[ Samatoki wants her to wrap her arms and legs around him. One leg is definitely there, so are her arms, but before he wants to begin, he wants to make sure she won't fall off. ]
[A puff of air escapes her lips as he pushes her back against the counter, that she can't help but laugh to his when his pants finally drop past his hips, and when he's freed, he's already hard enough that she wants it inside of her as soon as possible. Guess he was right that she should stay until they're satisfied.
If she ever told him that she could climb him like a tree, it would be literal and accurate. Since as soon as he encouraged her to wrap around him, she does so, letting him support her small frame as she deftly lifts the other leg to wrap around his waist, holding him snug against her. Knowing exactly what he's up to...]
I'm in your hands now, Samatoki. [Or is she completely? So it seems so, with that soft yet eager look. Until she lets one arm go just to hitch up his shirt above her waist to make it easier, showing all that smooth skin, speckled with scales on her legs, between them wet and ready.]
[ Samatoki might not weigh a lot, but he's strong for someone his built. (How is a yakuza like him so skinny, anyway?!) With Vietnam against the counter, he can use his one hand real quick to position himself at her entrance. He wants to thrust into her already, be as rash and impulsive as he can be, but he breathes out rather heavily first. Then, he slips himself in, rather easily too, with how slick Vietnam is.
Then, another sigh. He doesn't intend to let her get used to him first; he thinks she's already prepared, but he pauses for a second because of how warm is fucking feelings. It excites him and it makes him want more... or perhaps that could be the Chroma working? Either way, he rests both hands now on her waist as he slowly sets up a pace that works for both of them. ]
[Yeah how is he so thin for a yakuza? It doesn't matter at all, since Samatoki is Samatoki. His body already feels and looks amazing; it's lean, but muscular and his eyes intense as it highlights his handsome face. It reads of impatience, but hey, she can't wait either.
It's a welcoming feeling, one that she has been yearning for ever since they started, of how his cock stretches her walls as he so easily slides in thanks to how ready for him she is. She does want him to just get on with it, being that they've played at this for long enough, so as soon as he starts she presses her head to his neck, savouring the feeling that pulses through her as he thrusts in an easy pace. Hands grip onto his back and she pushes forward, her hips rocking with his to meet him.]
[ Get on with it he shall. Once he's warmed up some, he speeds up, abandoning whatever inhibitions he may have. His hands hold tightly onto Vietnam, fingers splaying against her bottom as he pushes into her, then out, like he was made to fit into her like this.
It feels amazing to have this sort of contact. To be able to feel her warmth like this without anything preventing that? It's fucking great, and he somehow will have to thank whoever created Vietnam because they're able to have sex like this. It's an even better feeling that she moves along with him. It's like clockwork, and not only does Samatoki gain pleasure out of being relentless in his thrusting but he also feels like he's just was wanted as much as he wants her. ]
[As soon as he starts to speed up, thrusts hard, she cried out before she could stop herself, considering how much she has been seeking this. The feeling inside of her, of each thrust stirs her soul, every inch of him rubbing up against her that wants more. No, she needs it now, with how the Chroma heightens deliciously so.
Her hands lace through his hair, clenching through silver locks tightly. Legs wrap harder around him so that as he leverages himself inside of, she could feel him deeper and harder. She wants to see him, see how those eyes look as he fucks her, so she shifts his head enough so that she can press her forehead against his, breathing ragged before she nips at his lip.]
[ When she moves him, making him face her, his eyes open. His eyes had previously closed as he was trying to savour the feeling, but having his eyes open is fine, too. Sanguine eyes are wide open now, looking straight at her as he continues to move. It's animalistic how he does so, powered merely by instinct and sexual desire. ]
Sen, shit—
[ Ah, it looks like Sen is easier to say than Vietnam, after all. ]
[His eyes certainly are beautiful, so radiant even when dark with lust in all its dangerous glitter. Vicious, primal, and absolutely hypnotic.
She could sink into those forever. But instead, midst all her heavy breathing, the corners of her mouth curl up into a half smirk.]
So...ha--...I guess Sen it is.
[She had a feeling, it was just one syllable. But knowing that, knowing that he's managed to let go of his emotions by thrusting into her earnestly that she managed to get one part of her control back, mostly because it fuels her. His unbound desire fuels her, that thanks to his hand firm on her ass, her legs wrapped around his waist, she leans back, her body a perfect arch as her hand sill keeps its hold on his hair.
And then with one hand, tugs up at the shirt she wears.]
We may end up ruining your shirt...Samatoki. [It's just a subtle reminder, for him to see her bouncing against his hips, dressed in nothing but his shirt.]
[ Samatoki's breath is ragged when he speaks again. He's not really in the mood to talk, if his slurred speech is anything to go by. They say that a sign of addiction to something is slurred speech. Perhaps in this case, it's Vietnam's scent Samatoki is addicted to. ]
Take it off.
[ He's seen her naked. It's fine if he asks it in that way, right? At least he hasn't said "tits". . . but he does want to feel her nipples rub against his skin while he seeks fulfilment from his cock hitting her inner walls over and over. ]
[He's struggling to speak, and soon, she's sure she'll be too. Words get harder when one is breathless, but also when moans and groans get in the way of speech. But hearing him is a whole different level, to know that she has this kind of effect on him is empowering. She doesn't want it to end.]
As you wish. Hold me tight.
[As he promised, before. So she fulfils his request, leaning enough so that she could let him go, holding onto the ends of his shirt before she starts to pull it off, slowly as he continues to thrust into her. The fabric sways because of this, and as she exposes her body, he'll be able to see the effects of how he fucks her, her body bouncing and curving with each stroke.
She pulls the shirt off, discards it behind her once her hair shakes free, and immediately wraps her arms around him, so desperately wanting to feel his bare skin against hers with all that wicked friction.]
[ With her shirt off and with her clinging onto him again, Samatoki leans forward. In turn, his cock hits her at a different angle, which is more than fine because he can feel her better like this. He does this to find her neck, though, and she'll be able to feel that he's smiling with the way his lips are curved. But it only lasts a while because he sinks his mouth into her neck, teeth clinging onto skin as he sucks on the crook to make a mark.
He's close, and he'd like to think that so is she. He just wants to mark her again before he finishes. He's racing against himself. ]
[It feels so much more now that she can feel him against her body, the way he's hitting inside of her this overpowering experience as she rolls her body against his when he lets gravity do its work. The heat is really getting to her now, her mind clouding over with pleasure and her eyes so dark as she starts to grow closer.
She hisses as his teeth sinks into her skin, a mark that he dare gave her, and so she'll bare it with pride. But the feeling of pain stirring with the shockwaves that flows throughout her, has her clutch onto his back, nails digging in so deep as her body starts to tense up, teetering off the edge of her climax.]
[ Hearing his name pushes him to push into her with more force. Flesh slaps against flesh. Such lewd sounds could be heard from outside if one were to listen close to the walls. At least they aren't on a bed where the bed could potentially break from all the shaking. Werewolves and vampires tend to do that... at least, that's what Twilight taught us. ]
Say it again.
[ He tries to keep it together, delaying his own orgasm just so he can push Vietnam to her limits first. He wants to tire her, to hear his name escape her lips as if it's the only thing that can save her now. ]
[With one mention of his name, and he moves like that? Never mind werewolves and vampires, their newly boosted superstrength really is going to destroy the kitchen bench very soon. Take that, Edward Cullen.
Still, it's enough to really push her, where she cries out, breathing broken and desperately trying to keep holding onto him. Nails rake down his back, and she knows exactly what he's going for with that request. And she also knows that he's struggling to keep going as well.
A tiny smile reaches her lips, and she leans closer to whisper to his ear, completely breathless, a husky whisper:]
Samatoki.
[It was all that she can bear. He hits her again right at that very moment and she feels it coming, a luscious sensation rushing through her and she curves against him as she tightens hard around him, latching onto him, walls closing down, and while she didn't want to? Guess she couldn't help but cry out his name again.]
Vietnam will hear him growl against her ear, possessive as it is aggressive. Then, he shows a toothy grin to her skin as his thrusts get more erratic. The pain he feels from her nails is amazing—it lights a flame in him that he never knew even existed. It's more pleasure than pain at this point, and for that, he's thankful.
His seed spills into Vietnam once he can't control it anymore, a lot wilder than the last. There aren't any windows in the kitchen, and Samatoki's eyes have closed by this point, but he's able to see stars. He rides it out though, continuing to grind into her until he can no longer release anything and then he stills. His head rests on her shoulder, while his arms, a little wobbly as they may be from his climax, keeps hold of her. He will let her down once she wants to. For now, he needs to catch his breath. They're going to need another shower later for sure... ]
[An beastly rumble next to her ear, it drives her further under as she trembles against him, and her climax has nothing to come down when he continues to thrust, her eyes clouding over and then finally he realises. It feels hot, so slick as he pumps inside of her, something he was so worried about before and now he's allowed to do so freely. And it's so good, since he is relentless and she does everything to tighten around him to squeeze his orgasm, ride him until they ease down from their high.
But it was some kind of high, she has to admit. She takes a moment to catch her breath, feeling like she held it for so long. She leans back, making sure she's firm against the counter, so that she can pull him with her to use her to rest against. The tension in her body wasn't kicking in yet, and she knows she can recover from it fast. But for now, she opts to smooth the hair sticking to his face from sweat, leaning her head on top of his and then kisses his neck.]
[ Samatoki stays silent for a good few seconds, mulling over the recent happenings once his brain's finally started working again. It feels warm, and he slowly pulls out of her before setting her down on the floor, feet planted safely. His breathing is still heavy, because even though it was just a few minutes, there was still a considerable amount of physical effort. Not to mention, his arms feel a little sore. He needs to stretch.
And he needs to clean up the floor. His kitchen's dirty with their fluids and Samatoki just kind of laughs at it. Laughs at them. ]
You've only seen the kitchen and the living room. [ Because he can still go for more if she's up for it later on.
A puff of a laugh escapes him and he fixes her hair, tucking a part of it behind her ear. ]
Not to think you're weak or anything, but you wanna sit down for a bit? [ He'd be one for pillow talk, but he's more into sex rather than the intimacy of it right now. Oops. ] We made a mess.
[It's not just his arms that were going to be tired, her legs feel a bit of the strain considering how she had to keep it stiff and firm in order to keep herself supported up against him. So when he sets her down, she shakes, just a little, before standing upright again.
There is a mess on the floor, they're a mess, and somehow his shirt remained intact because of how they discarded if midway, but she's sure it's covered in a bit of sweat from earlier. All in all, more baths needed, not that she minded at all.
She laughs awkwardly.] Well...you can still show me around.
[Soon anyway, considering that even if he's not in the mood for pillow talk, he's always so sweet and affectionate after a session. It's really endearing, actually, so she reaches up to scratch behind his ears after smoothing out his hair.]
I don't mind sitting if it's with you. [Basically, as long as she can bask in his company (whether or not make outs and boning), she'll be pleased.] But ah, after all of this, I'll help you clean up. It's partly my fault too. Mostly your fault.
[ Samatoki turns to pour Vietnam another glass of water. Maybe it's just ingrained in him to take care of people. He's an older brother, after all, and after his parents died, he had to be the one to take care of his sister. He grew up thinking not only for himself but for the people around him, too. ]
Come on. I'll get you warmer clothes to wear.
[ He also needs to put Vietnam's clothes in the dryer... He'll do that once Vietnam's relaxed and seated. For now, he'll lead her to his bedroom, still just as minimalistic and still as practical as his living and cooking areas. The closet isn't full, there's about five or so button down shirts, a couple jackets, a couple pair of pants, and some clothes to wear in his apartment.
The shirt's probably fine for her to wear, he thinks, so he just pulls out a pair of lounge pants. Obviously, they're big on her, but it's garterised that it shouldn't fall off on her. She can also tie the strings should she want to. ]
[With the glass in both her hands, she starts to drink it down, keeping hydrated because it's important in case it has anything to do with what she is now. Samatoki certainly knows how to dote on a girl that it makes her feel...well, more normal. That being said, if it's ingrained in him to care for others, who's taking care of him? She'll make sure that she'll be one of those people.
Putting the glass down, she grabs his shirt and quickly follows him, heading to his bedroom which, despite it being minimalist, looks quite cozy. There was something about it that was inviting, whether or not there was that buzzing sound in the back of her head that kept trying to encourage her to jump him.
Rest first, surely, he asked too. So when he retrieves the pants for her, she thinks to herself how he cares for those around him, all over again. Even after a moment where their emotions run on hyperdrive.
She could joke about how it's impossible to feel cold if they couldn't keep their hands off each other, but is she so bold?]
Thank you...[She holds the pants to herself first before slipping it on, tying it much tighter around her tiny waist, the ends of the pants pooling around her feet, before she slips his shirt back on.] I suppose this is to make it harder for you. [To get her naked. She's joking.] It's really warm.
[ Samatoki's more focused now on what he (think he) owns. If Vietnam is staying until they're both out, then he has to take care of her, even if he's more of a wolf right now than anything else. ]
But yeah. This is the place. Get comfortable. I'll clean up.
[ Before he passes her, he places a hand on her head. It's akin to a headpat, but he doesn't ruffle her hair or anything. He just wants to feel like she's there. ]
[When he's not completely horny he's very cute? Help? That's pure?]
It's much more comfortable this way. [She would've twirled on the spot but her legs are still tired. Also, it wouldn't be too bad to be owned by him at the moment only because this is his place. But no one owns her. So guess it's her being as rebellious as a cat.
She pushes on her toes, just so she can nudge his hand with her head.]
[ He's still horny but pls he respects women too much................
Okay, maybe he'll ruffle her hair. She's asking for it when he nudges his hand. He pulls away, though. ]
All good. I've cleaned up worse messes than this.
[ He doesn't actually mean anything sexual by that, but he does have a small and sympathetic smile when he says it. He's just experienced a lot, that's all. And that includes cleaning up puddles of blood and all :') ]
But if you wanna stay close, I ain't gonna complain.
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Still, his hips grinding up against hers, so hot and building the heat in the pit of her stomach. At least she's good at multitasking. So she reaches out and fusses with his fastenings so she can finally tug those pants off of his hips. This she manages with her pulling her up like this, a testament to her flexibility.
Which is why she huffs at his lips with a sense of smugness before she bites at his lip. Not only is hot, but he's rather cute, isn't he?]
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He could take her so easily right now. Life is unfair, Samatoki would say, but right now? Life is pretty good to him.
He pulls away just enough that he can speak. He keeps his face close to Vietnam's. There's no interest in foreplay in him anymore. He touched a boob, fine, but he's hornier now that he just wants to penetrate. ]
Hold tight. You won't fall, I got you.
[ Samatoki wants her to wrap her arms and legs around him. One leg is definitely there, so are her arms, but before he wants to begin, he wants to make sure she won't fall off. ]
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If she ever told him that she could climb him like a tree, it would be literal and accurate. Since as soon as he encouraged her to wrap around him, she does so, letting him support her small frame as she deftly lifts the other leg to wrap around his waist, holding him snug against her. Knowing exactly what he's up to...]
I'm in your hands now, Samatoki. [Or is she completely? So it seems so, with that soft yet eager look. Until she lets one arm go just to hitch up his shirt above her waist to make it easier, showing all that smooth skin, speckled with scales on her legs, between them wet and ready.]
Whenever you're ready.
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Then, another sigh. He doesn't intend to let her get used to him first; he thinks she's already prepared, but he pauses for a second because of how warm is fucking feelings. It excites him and it makes him want more... or perhaps that could be the Chroma working? Either way, he rests both hands now on her waist as he slowly sets up a pace that works for both of them. ]
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It's a welcoming feeling, one that she has been yearning for ever since they started, of how his cock stretches her walls as he so easily slides in thanks to how ready for him she is. She does want him to just get on with it, being that they've played at this for long enough, so as soon as he starts she presses her head to his neck, savouring the feeling that pulses through her as he thrusts in an easy pace. Hands grip onto his back and she pushes forward, her hips rocking with his to meet him.]
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It feels amazing to have this sort of contact. To be able to feel her warmth like this without anything preventing that? It's fucking great, and he somehow will have to thank whoever created Vietnam because they're able to have sex like this. It's an even better feeling that she moves along with him. It's like clockwork, and not only does Samatoki gain pleasure out of being relentless in his thrusting but he also feels like he's just was wanted as much as he wants her. ]
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Her hands lace through his hair, clenching through silver locks tightly. Legs wrap harder around him so that as he leverages himself inside of, she could feel him deeper and harder. She wants to see him, see how those eyes look as he fucks her, so she shifts his head enough so that she can press her forehead against his, breathing ragged before she nips at his lip.]
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Sen, shit—
[ Ah, it looks like Sen is easier to say than Vietnam, after all. ]
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She could sink into those forever. But instead, midst all her heavy breathing, the corners of her mouth curl up into a half smirk.]
So...ha--...I guess Sen it is.
[She had a feeling, it was just one syllable. But knowing that, knowing that he's managed to let go of his emotions by thrusting into her earnestly that she managed to get one part of her control back, mostly because it fuels her. His unbound desire fuels her, that thanks to his hand firm on her ass, her legs wrapped around his waist, she leans back, her body a perfect arch as her hand sill keeps its hold on his hair.
And then with one hand, tugs up at the shirt she wears.]
We may end up ruining your shirt...Samatoki. [It's just a subtle reminder, for him to see her bouncing against his hips, dressed in nothing but his shirt.]
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Take it off.
[ He's seen her naked. It's fine if he asks it in that way, right? At least he hasn't said "tits". . . but he does want to feel her nipples rub against his skin while he seeks fulfilment from his cock hitting her inner walls over and over. ]
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As you wish. Hold me tight.
[As he promised, before. So she fulfils his request, leaning enough so that she could let him go, holding onto the ends of his shirt before she starts to pull it off, slowly as he continues to thrust into her. The fabric sways because of this, and as she exposes her body, he'll be able to see the effects of how he fucks her, her body bouncing and curving with each stroke.
She pulls the shirt off, discards it behind her once her hair shakes free, and immediately wraps her arms around him, so desperately wanting to feel his bare skin against hers with all that wicked friction.]
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He's close, and he'd like to think that so is she. He just wants to mark her again before he finishes. He's racing against himself. ]
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She hisses as his teeth sinks into her skin, a mark that he dare gave her, and so she'll bare it with pride. But the feeling of pain stirring with the shockwaves that flows throughout her, has her clutch onto his back, nails digging in so deep as her body starts to tense up, teetering off the edge of her climax.]
Samatoki...
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Say it again.
[ He tries to keep it together, delaying his own orgasm just so he can push Vietnam to her limits first. He wants to tire her, to hear his name escape her lips as if it's the only thing that can save her now. ]
fine u can have this icon again
Still, it's enough to really push her, where she cries out, breathing broken and desperately trying to keep holding onto him. Nails rake down his back, and she knows exactly what he's going for with that request. And she also knows that he's struggling to keep going as well.
A tiny smile reaches her lips, and she leans closer to whisper to his ear, completely breathless, a husky whisper:]
Samatoki.
[It was all that she can bear. He hits her again right at that very moment and she feels it coming, a luscious sensation rushing through her and she curves against him as she tightens hard around him, latching onto him, walls closing down, and while she didn't want to? Guess she couldn't help but cry out his name again.]
Just as planned :)
Vietnam will hear him growl against her ear, possessive as it is aggressive. Then, he shows a toothy grin to her skin as his thrusts get more erratic. The pain he feels from her nails is amazing—it lights a flame in him that he never knew even existed. It's more pleasure than pain at this point, and for that, he's thankful.
His seed spills into Vietnam once he can't control it anymore, a lot wilder than the last. There aren't any windows in the kitchen, and Samatoki's eyes have closed by this point, but he's able to see stars. He rides it out though, continuing to grind into her until he can no longer release anything and then he stills. His head rests on her shoulder, while his arms, a little wobbly as they may be from his climax, keeps hold of her. He will let her down once she wants to. For now, he needs to catch his breath. They're going to need another shower later for sure... ]
I SEE
But it was some kind of high, she has to admit. She takes a moment to catch her breath, feeling like she held it for so long. She leans back, making sure she's firm against the counter, so that she can pull him with her to use her to rest against. The tension in her body wasn't kicking in yet, and she knows she can recover from it fast. But for now, she opts to smooth the hair sticking to his face from sweat, leaning her head on top of his and then kisses his neck.]
Admittedly, that was something.
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And he needs to clean up the floor. His kitchen's dirty with their fluids and Samatoki just kind of laughs at it. Laughs at them. ]
You've only seen the kitchen and the living room. [ Because he can still go for more if she's up for it later on.
A puff of a laugh escapes him and he fixes her hair, tucking a part of it behind her ear. ]
Not to think you're weak or anything, but you wanna sit down for a bit? [ He'd be one for pillow talk, but he's more into sex rather than the intimacy of it right now. Oops. ] We made a mess.
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There is a mess on the floor, they're a mess, and somehow his shirt remained intact because of how they discarded if midway, but she's sure it's covered in a bit of sweat from earlier. All in all, more baths needed, not that she minded at all.
She laughs awkwardly.] Well...you can still show me around.
[Soon anyway, considering that even if he's not in the mood for pillow talk, he's always so sweet and affectionate after a session. It's really endearing, actually, so she reaches up to scratch behind his ears after smoothing out his hair.]
I don't mind sitting if it's with you. [Basically, as long as she can bask in his company (whether or not make outs and boning), she'll be pleased.] But ah, after all of this, I'll help you clean up. It's partly my fault too. Mostly your fault.
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Come on. I'll get you warmer clothes to wear.
[ He also needs to put Vietnam's clothes in the dryer... He'll do that once Vietnam's relaxed and seated. For now, he'll lead her to his bedroom, still just as minimalistic and still as practical as his living and cooking areas. The closet isn't full, there's about five or so button down shirts, a couple jackets, a couple pair of pants, and some clothes to wear in his apartment.
The shirt's probably fine for her to wear, he thinks, so he just pulls out a pair of lounge pants. Obviously, they're big on her, but it's garterised that it shouldn't fall off on her. She can also tie the strings should she want to. ]
You'll catch a cold otherwise.
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Putting the glass down, she grabs his shirt and quickly follows him, heading to his bedroom which, despite it being minimalist, looks quite cozy. There was something about it that was inviting, whether or not there was that buzzing sound in the back of her head that kept trying to encourage her to jump him.
Rest first, surely, he asked too. So when he retrieves the pants for her, she thinks to herself how he cares for those around him, all over again. Even after a moment where their emotions run on hyperdrive.
She could joke about how it's impossible to feel cold if they couldn't keep their hands off each other, but is she so bold?]
Thank you...[She holds the pants to herself first before slipping it on, tying it much tighter around her tiny waist, the ends of the pants pooling around her feet, before she slips his shirt back on.] I suppose this is to make it harder for you. [To get her naked. She's joking.] It's really warm.
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[ So... guess who doesn't get it. ]
You can't exactly walk around in just a shirt.
[ Samatoki's more focused now on what he (think he) owns. If Vietnam is staying until they're both out, then he has to take care of her, even if he's more of a wolf right now than anything else. ]
But yeah. This is the place. Get comfortable. I'll clean up.
[ Before he passes her, he places a hand on her head. It's akin to a headpat, but he doesn't ruffle her hair or anything. He just wants to feel like she's there. ]
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It's much more comfortable this way. [She would've twirled on the spot but her legs are still tired. Also, it wouldn't be too bad to be owned by him at the moment only because this is his place. But no one owns her. So guess it's her being as rebellious as a cat.
She pushes on her toes, just so she can nudge his hand with her head.]
Are you sure you don't want me to help?
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Okay, maybe he'll ruffle her hair. She's asking for it when he nudges his hand. He pulls away, though. ]
All good. I've cleaned up worse messes than this.
[ He doesn't actually mean anything sexual by that, but he does have a small and sympathetic smile when he says it. He's just experienced a lot, that's all. And that includes cleaning up puddles of blood and all :') ]
But if you wanna stay close, I ain't gonna complain.
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Her hair is mussed up!! But it's cute so she'll let him. And she even beams a bit there.]
Well, it was a mess I made as well, so I do not mind helping. It saves us time, no?
[For his thirst to be quenched after.]
So, I think I'll come along. We can relax in bed after, no?
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