[ Renji can see the option for retreat in her question. One final chance to really think about whether he really wants to go home with this very beautiful, very receptive woman. And while he appreciates the tact, he doesn't take more than a moment's consideration before he answers her. ]
Nah, yours sounds good.
[ It's surprisingly difficult for Renji to lean back, pushing off the wall to give her back some space. His face is still flushed and his lips are a deep red as he draws himself away. His hand slides slow off her body so that he's not encouraging the tilt of her hip or the arch of her spine against him. The warmth of the Chroma fizzles out, and suddenly he's somehow even more antsy to see what her apartment looks like. ]
You wanna get goin'?
[ Not that he wouldn't mind making out a little longer, bathed in dappled blue light while exotic fish flit around them. But he wouldn't mind doing this somewhere a little more comfortable. And private. ]
[ He doesn't take her last offer to back out, and Re-L is infinitely thankful for that. Granted, she doesn't make it a habit to do anything like this, doesn't make it a habit to take random people home after kissing the life out of them anywhere in Lunatia. But... there's a time for anything. She's young and just now experiencing the thrill of being able to do whatever the hell her willful little heart desired. So when that willful heart wants to take a man back to her apartment to do who knows what will satisfy them both with him?
She's diving in head first.
Re-L nods, tucking her hair behind her ear before she trails fingers down his arm as they reluctantly separate, and then gestures for him to follow her. The immediate question means he's equally as eager, and in reciprocation, Re-L returns : ]
Yes. It's not too far, thankfully.
[ Fast forward a few minutes and they arrive at Re-L's apartment, the door swinging open without much to-do. The darkly decorated apartment is low lit by enough light to allow someone to see if they're, say, scrounging for a snack late at night and looking to avoid stubbing their toe on Iggy, who's charging somewhere within the main floor. Still, it sets a sultry mood at least, and as soon as she's sure the door is shut she turns back to him, lingering close again. ]
[ Breathing the clear air out of the tunnel half-sobers Renji instantly. Not quite enough to stop him from watching the sway of Re-L's hips as she leads the way or looking for a glimpse of her pale nape when she adjusts her hair, but enough that by the time they reach her apartment, Renji has had time to nurse his old self-conscious habits. He wonders if she's having some doubts now, with some fresh air and fading light.
That musing is cut short when the door shuts behind him and her warm body lingers close to his. He takes a quick scan of the apartment, deciding instantly that between the mood lighting and the tasteful, dark furnishings that the place definitely suits her. What his gaze ends up settling on are the steps leading up to her bedroom. ]
Just about.
[ Renji's fingers trace up her side again, feeling the Chroma sizzle up at the light contact. His head isn't swimming like it was in that aquarium, aphro-logged and eager to jump into something reckless. But the desire clearly remains. He inclines his head towards the staircase, a smile ghosting his lips. ]
[ If there's one thing Renji may learn, if they see each other again after this, is that Re-L hardly lacks in conviction. Once she's got her mind set on something there's no talking her out of it, really, other than perhaps a more tantalizing distraction. But she's pretty set on him, and getting what she needs out of this chance meeting turned tunnel make out. The freedom of having these choices and the novelty of that haven't quite worn off on Re-L Mayer just yet. All of this would have been completely unthinkable in her former home, and she had every intention of seeing her own limits, here, while she can.
Don't think she doesn't notice when his eyes settle on the stairs up to the bedroom, either. If she were the more expressive type she'd be smirking, but instead, there's just a certain softness there as she's pleased that neither of them has cooled off enough in the walk from the museum to here to decide to back out, and his touch only solidifies that fact that she isn't back off or down just yet. ][ She hums lightly, then, making sure to kick off those low shoes before she pulls away to move down the hallway and to the stairs, a pale hand lingering on the banister as she starts to walk up, leaned to be able to watch him. ] Then let's not delay anymore, hm?
[ There's not the same restriction when it comes to Renji expressing himself. Especially now that they're truly alone, in complete privacy. It's easier to let his hair down, so to speak. He grins as Re-L walks up the steps, inviting him up to her bedroom ]
Don't gotta tell me twice.
[ Renji kicks off his own shoes, stumbling on them in his eagerness. He catches up to her along the stairs, letting Re-L take the lead. His palm slides up her back, finger tips tracing up the back zipper of her dress, more than suggestive now. More like intent, a dry run of what he wants to do a few minutes from now.
At the top of the steps, Renji starts loosening the buttons on his shirt, fingers fumbling for the same reason he almost tripped over his shoes. His desire is maybe a little too telegraphed, but then Re-L did tell him to not delay. ]
So, what're you thinkin'?
[ The question is asked in complete earnest. Renji has always been a mutt of a man, eager to please. He's just glad to be here, to be wanted by someone who he feels the same about at the moment. And anyway, Re-L hasn't hesitated to tell him what's on her mind before. He's counting on that blunt edge now, to carve a sure path he can follow. ]
[ Re-L will be happy enough to shed that dress just as soon as they're away from Iggy's possibly prying eyes. The best place for him to have room to charge is downstairs, usually seated at one of the chairs at her dining room table, as one is want to do to have a little dignity while charging.
Renji's eagerness is as good a turn on as any in the moment, and though she wants to tell him to just go ahead and take the zipper down.. she's got to give him at least a taste of anticipation, right? There's no door to the bedroom, however, she does take a moment to draw curtains across the large window up there. Some semblance of privacy, and all that, and it only enhances the mood that the low lighting gives them much of, to begin with. With that done, it's easy enough to turn back to him, eyes lingering a little too long on what she can see of his chest now a little too long to just be passing curiosity.
Of course she gives where Renji requests, and since he'd been so interested in her zipper...
She turns, pulling her hair to the side. If there's one thing Re-L Mayer has never been shy about, it's her body. So, why not give him a little show? ]
Since you were so interested, why not help me with this zipper?
[ Renji is in for a fright when he's escorted out later tonight, having mistaken the behemoth in the dark for a decorative piece or a very unusual chair. But that's for future Renji to worry about. What's got him on edge right now is the way Re-L is looking at him as he loosens one more button, anxious with anticipation. He shrugs off his shirt quickly, revealing a network of stark black tattoos that slash down his skin and a physique defined by relentless work and discipline.
His appraisal of Re-L is just as obvious, maybe even moreso. His eyes rake over her body, the sharp angle of her waist and the curve of her ass as she plays a pitch perfect note on his easily read arousal. ]
Glad to.
[ All too keen, Renji steps closer and his fingers are at the zipper before he's even done speaking. His hand unoccupied with slipping off Re-L's dress slides up her shoulder, thumb hooking under her sleeve. As eager as he is, he takes his time with the zipper, more careful than his rough hands and rougher appearance would suggest.
Exposing the contour of her shoulder blades and the divot of her spine, Renji lets out an appreciative exhale, not quite able to help himself. He needs little encouragement now to kiss her, pressing his lips at her nape in one caress and then another as he undoes the zipper completely. ]
[ She'd like to say that she's just as fixated on his physique as his tattoos, but for a woman who's never seen tattoos, muchless ones like his in her life? She's admittedly a little visually fixated on them at the moment. She may have to stop herself from being a little too visually fixated as time wears on and this experience - whatever it ends up being - continues on, or in the aftermath. Forgive her if she ends up tracing lines with interest, later, Renji.
She's happy to oblige his wandering eyes, never once one to shy away from the obvious appraisal of her looks, nor one to shy away from hearing or seeing people appreciate her. Re-L is more than a little vain, after all.
Pale skin is revealed to open air and Re-L takes a moment to suppress a shiver from rolling down her spine - it's both anticipation and the difference in temperature between her lust heated skin and the air around them. His lips touch her neck and Re-L reacts automatically, dipping her head to allow him more access, more skin to touch or kiss or whatever pleased him in the moment, soaking up the touch and affection. For someone who isn't typically too keen on physical touch, Chroma goes a long way to bridge the gap as the pleasant heat and buzz of contact takes up more mental capacity than the knee jerk reaction to insist on space.
Instead, as the zipper comes undone, Re-L does her best to shrug off the straps of her dress, the fabric falling away from her pale shoulders to rest loosely at her waist. It would have to be shuffled down to come completely off but.. somehow, she doesn't think he'll have any trouble with that when the time comes.
What it does reveal is dark strapping over her pale skin, some sneaking up to sit at the top curve of her hips.
... Not that she gives him much time to look as she turns, then, leaning in for another needy kiss. ]
[ Renji is just about to press another kiss onto Re-L's skin, leave a spark of Chroma and a nip of teeth right between her shoulder blades, but she turns around for him and instead her lips meet his. He's not too put out by that, though. Not when she seems so hungry for it, not when he can get a look at the strappy lingerie she's wearing from the front. It's not more than a quick glance, but it's enough that his already peaked interest spikes again.
There's an equal wanting when Renji kisses her back, quick to pick up where they left off. There's no aphrodisiac permeating her room—at least, he doesn't think there is—but that's no longer necessary when his appetite's already whetted by the sharp edge of her gaze and the knowledge that she's also extremely into this.
Renji draws her close again, palms resting at the curve of her spine. He arches against her, seams between their bodies closing. This time though, his hands are less restrained than they were when he was in that tunnel, looking for the line he shouldn't cross. They slide lower, fingering at the fabric of her half-undone dress, palming over her ass. His tongue swipes again, edging at her bottom lip, and his mouth parts a little to release a low sound like a rumble in the back of his throat.
The heat of Chroma kindled by their touch and of her own body is a sensual sort of comfort, something Renji finds easy to sink into. It'd be even more comfortable on the bed though. Something Renji is able to subtly indicate by nudging them towards the edge of her mattress. ]
[ It's encouraging that the desire picks right back up where they left off, even without aphrodisiacs. Anything could have happened between leaving that tunnel and now that would have left them both awkwardly retreating, but instead, Renji is sinking back into kissing her with the same heat as before.
She curves into his hands and his body with an agreeable half-hum as he touches her, pleased to allow him to touch now that things weren't so public. Of all things, Re-L isn't shy about her body, isn't shy about him looking, touching, anything that he wants in the moment. Re-L's fingers skate along the hard cuts of muscle, vaguely over his tattoos that she will no doubt trace in more detail later.
At least until she's met with the edge of her mattress, and then Re-L's barely pulling away from his lips, eyes hooded but still only slightly hidden behind dark lashes. She gets what he's aiming for here, though... ]
You may be a little overdressed, hm? [ She prompts even as her hand slides down, leaving light trails on his skin before she meets his pants line. ]
[ The warm tracks of Re-L' fingers stir Renji's arousal as well as the soft hum of her voice or the pliant touch of her lips did. His abdomen trembles just a bit under her touch, as he takes a shaky breath. There's already a visible bulge of the fabric of his pants. He was always quick to get going and difficult to stop, a trait that was at turns an asset and a grave liability. Still, right now he's pretty sure Re-L wouldn't be disappointed with how his eagerness has suffused every part of his body. Not with the way she's got her hands at his waistband, anyway. ]
Mmm, you're right.
[ His hands slide from her body to unfasten and unzip, less fumbling this time thankfully. He shucks them quickly, revealing muscled calves and tented tiger print boxer briefs that are both tacky and yet somehow is completely his style. He grins at her as he leans forward, chest to chest, arousal pressed against hers, and his rough fingers teasing under the fabric of her half undone dress. ]
Why don't I help you with yours too?
[ Since he'd done such a good job with his and all. ]
[ In all honesty, it's someone like Renji that Re-L needs a little more of in life. She's so careful, calculated and measured in most if not everything she does in her day to day life that the introduction of a little humanity and recklessness goes a long way in taming down those urges to reel everything in.
She can't help but to look pleased as he tells her that she's correct - give her a break, everyone likes to hear that they're right - more than a little pleasantly surprised as he takes to getting rid of them himself instead of coaching her to, but she also isn't complaining. Instead, she's tipping her head slightly in both surprise and amusement at his choice in a boxer. Granted.. can she really talk, wearing strappy and elaborate things under her everyday wear and suffering for the amusement of wearing pretty underwear now that it's available.
At least until he's leaned into her, and then her mind is anywhere but on his underwear, the pattern of her breathing faster than usual, though she'd never once admit it. ]
Well you've done such a good job on your end... why not. It should even be much easier.. No buttons or zips left now.
[ Unfortunately, Renji is the chivalrous type and wouldn't ask a lady to do something that a strapping young man like him can do himself. Not on the first date, anyways. And they haven't even gotten there yet. So he frees himself of his pants, and is happy to help her out of the tight confines of her dress as well. ]
Should be foolproof, huh.
[ Renji offers her a short grin, then tips his head to give her another kiss. It's less like the impassioned, greedy kisses he'd offered before and more considerate, savouring the soft press of her lips and the pliant heat of her tongue. While he kisses her, his hands slide over her dress, some of his fingers sliding under the fabric and caressing the smooth skin of her waist.
As his hands lower her dress, sensuous but not quite slow enough that it doesn't reveal his impatience, Renji bends too. His lips leave hers and trail down her jaw, tracking down her neck and to her collarbone. His hands smooth across the swell of her hips as he bends further down, revealing the high cut of her underwear that emphasized her curvaceous form. Tongue and teeth chase down even lower, carving a hot path down her chest. When the dress descends to the midway of her thighs, and his hands with them, it's loose enough he can just let it fall off her frame. At the soft sound of fabric hitting the ground, he grins up at her, like a dog looking for approval. ]
I haven't put in anything to make it difficult, trust me. [ That would rather defeat the purpose, wouldn't it? At least by Re-L's standards. Some may enjoy games like that but Re-L, at the moment anyway, isn't looking to place obstacles in the way of something she wants equally as much. Might as well get something good out of it, even if they never see one another again after this little experience. Re-L's not quite sure how she feels on that just yet, herself.
She doesn't expect the slower pace of the kiss, but it's not exactly begrudged. Long fingers slide up from his chest to his jaw, for a moment, and then slide back to his hair, playing at the nape of his neck but not holding if he should choose to move anywhere else.
And choose to move he does, with Re-L sighing gently as his lips trail to her jaw, body erupting into a flow of goosebumps as he finds that particular juncture at her collarbone and neck that always seems to get her attention more than others. She can't help but watch as he moves down, appreciating his show of appreciation for her as he moves down. Who wouldn't be absolutely enthralled with that, really? She's ingraining it on her memory just as the dress finally hits the floor, and Renji turns his head up to her looking for her approval.
And approve she does, lip quirking up in a smirk as she leans down to give him a fleeting kiss. ]
See? Foolproof. [ Which is her only comment before she decides to settle back on the bed, as he'd pushed them back to not all that long ago, stretched across it with an almost haughty expression for him to appreciate, propped up on her elbows so that she's not at that almost universally unflattering angle for anyone's chin as she extends a hand to beckon him to her, already offering the rest of her clothes for removal - ]
The others may be a little more complicated, but I think you can handle it.
[ Renji returns Re-L's smirk and the brief caress of her lips with his own, the corners of his lips curving up in a self-satisfied smile. Ah, it's nice when even a fool like him manages to get it right.
His hands squeeze at the top of her thighs as she moves, before letting them skim back as she settles into the bed. His grin only widens at her hand beckoning and scrunched up chin, charmed by the mismatch of her imperious tone and the slightly goofy angle. He's quick to follow her onto the bed, knees astride her on either side of her hips. ]
Hm... [ His dark eyes sweep her frame and the dark straps highlighting her curves, contrasting against her pale skin almost glowing in the lowlight. His rough hand strokes across her shoulder and runs over the dark fabric of her bra, fingers lightly brushing at her skin and thumb teasing at the peak of her breast. ] Thanks for the vote of confidence.
[ Can he handle it, though... Renji hasn't slept with a woman in quite a while and when he was more in the habit of it they didn't wear lingerie quite like this. Or at all, really. That's what happens when you're born in a feudal era afterlife, not a lot of exposure to delightful strappy bras.
But that's a worry for a few seconds from now. In the meantime he can enjoy lowering his head to kiss again at Re-L's neck, nipping above her clavicle and running his tongue over the bite. He fingers at the straps crossing above her waist, thumbs hooking under the dark bands as he raises it up her ribs. His hips move over her, grinding his arousal against her in a teasing motion of what was to come. ]
[ Welcome to the world of delightfully (or perhaps frustratingly) strappy bras, Renji. Depending on how much more they see of each other like this, he may just have to get used to them, since Re-L's made it a point to buy an arsenal of them since she arrived in Lunatia and discovered them en masse.
Her back bows in a little delightful bow as Renji's hand strokes over her skin, his thumb leaving just a tingle of touch behind through the fabric still (for now) covering her. Still, Re-L manages a little chuckle as he thanks her, giving a single nod to confirm. ]
Of course, I know how to get in to it, so if all else fails... [ She can get herself out in an expedited fashion, basically. She doesn't get the chance to really elaborate before his head lowers and she's shivering at the touch, skin erupting in to little goosebumps even for a spare moment. Her hands rise up the skin of his back as he moves down, those well-manicured nails digging slightly at his back as his hands raised toward her ribs. It creates a pleasant pressure between her legs with the fabric going taut, the pace of her breathing already picking up as he grinds in to her.
Re-L presses back, unable to deny how much she wants to feel him that much closer. They've spent so long dancing around this conclusion and yet it's almost a thrill to put off just a little longer, building anticipation as. Re-L finally lets slip a soft, breathy moan that's far softer than the needy grip of her hands, which are practically demanding. ]
Hoping you won't have to .. mmn.. figure out how to take it off if you make me wait long enough? [ Look, she'll do it. What the hell does she know about what does it for him - it may well be strappy underwear and she's made a lucky gamble. ]
[ The longing digging into his back and sighing into his ear are almost enough to drive Renji crazy. If he's never going to see this woman again, he at least wants to remember that. The insistent pressure as she clawed at his back and the shiver of her body as he rocked against her. ]
Mmm... [ Renji suppresses a low chuckle, the pads of his fingers caressing her pale skin. He meets the clear blue of her eyes with a dark gaze lit with equal parts amusement and sheepishness. ] Impatient?
[ Not that he isn't, judging from how hard his arousal is pressed against her. But he just has to quip back, can never quite help himself. ]
Why don't we split it. [ His hands slide down, abandoning the dark straps of her top and running over the gentle curve of her waist. His finger tips curl into the bands crossing above her hips, teasing them with a playful snap. ] You take the top, I'll handle the bottom.
[ Many hands make light work and all that. Plus, she gets to bypass a few seconds of pitiful fumbling and he gets to save face. Everybody wins. ]
Aren't you? [ After all of this build-up, after the walk home post tunnel make out, he's really asking her if she's impatient? She shifts up to pointed press against him, since she can feel his arousal against her that seems to say he wants her, and this, just as badly as she does. If this were a different situations he'd be a bit more grumpy about it, but honestly? It's hard to focus on being miffed about him dragging it out when all she can focus on is how much she wants him in the moment, wants to move on to something else without clothes in the way.
Her fingers move from clinging to his back to trace the patterns on his chest now, as much curious about the marks there as she is intent on discovering them as they continue.
Re-L can't help the little chuckle of a laugh as he suggests they split the work. Of course, he would opt for the bottoms, but at the same time, can beggars be choosers? Maybe if she's naked he'll stop playing around, too, so how the hell is she going to say no? So instead she nods her agreement, already pushing herself up and on to her elbows to get a better angle on things. She cranes a little for a kiss, and then gives her little, usual, wave to go. ]
Get to work, then. [ Once she has the room she'll move to sit up, already working the hooks out of the eyes at the back of the bra, eyes looking over Renji with a certain hunger behind them before she notes, almost airily : ]
We'll have to take care of you, too, while you're up.
[ A warm shudder curls up his skin as Re-L's fingers trace the black slashes along his chest. Renji finds the interest both novel and endearing, always nice to have someone who appreciates his ink as much as he does. He only answers Re-L's "no you" response with a light laugh and a bend of his head as his lips meet hers. Then he's dismissed to go about his duties and it becomes all the more obvious that yes, he is rather impatient, as he slides back and his fingers smoothing under the dark straps before she's even sitting all the way back up.
Renji's hands roam over her waist, tracing the curve of her hips and then drifts to caress over the swell of her ass. He'd intended to have been teasingly slow, dragging the seconds out a bit longer, but he was just so fucking eager and instead. ]
Hah... [ He pulls her strappy underwear down over her thighs, lips ] Yeah, "we" do.
[ And hopefully soon, because it's starting to get uncomfortably tight in his boxer briefs. Still, one thing at a time. Renji slips her black lingerie down her slim, pale legs, rough fingers grazing over her warm skin. He leans forward to kiss her again, at the tops of her thighs as he winds the bands past her ankles. ]
So... [ Renji grins as he tosses her panties behind him, out of sight and now firmly out of mind. ] Got any suggestions for how we're gonna take care of this?
[ He could just strip them like he had his pants... but that intriguing plural pronoun keeps him from doing so just now. ]
[ Re-L's relieved that he's just as impatient for it as she is. Granted, she's never been able to show neediness in this way prior to Lunatia, but it would probably be embarrassing to be the more eager party in this kind of one night stand arrangement. Maybe. She doesn't really know about it all that much.
Still, those fight roughened hands slide down her skin, supple and soft, unmarried despite all she's been through in her world, though muscular beneath all that supple softness. Made to look soft and unassuming, but strong enough to prove otherwise - it was a perfect Daedalus Yumeno type opposition in one body. She's just as eager, however, to get off the restrictions of that bra as quick as possible now that she's seen how eager he is. She throws it easily to the side as soon as it's off, pale and resplendent as she is now that she's absolutely bare to the world.
But it doesn't make her shrink, even as he he leans forward to kiss her, even as her underwear is tossed to the side with a certain ease. It's easy enough, isn't it? When you know you're something to look at? ]
'We' may have been a bit rhetorical... But.. [ Since he'd done her the favor of taking off most of her clothes, she might as well do him this favor, right? She slides down toward him anyways, hands reaching for his hips as she does so. Her hair is a bit mussed at this point, but that's hardly a worry as fingers hook in his waistband. ]
... I think I can handle the job single handed, if you don't mind.
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Nah, yours sounds good.
[ It's surprisingly difficult for Renji to lean back, pushing off the wall to give her back some space. His face is still flushed and his lips are a deep red as he draws himself away. His hand slides slow off her body so that he's not encouraging the tilt of her hip or the arch of her spine against him. The warmth of the Chroma fizzles out, and suddenly he's somehow even more antsy to see what her apartment looks like. ]
You wanna get goin'?
[ Not that he wouldn't mind making out a little longer, bathed in dappled blue light while exotic fish flit around them. But he wouldn't mind doing this somewhere a little more comfortable. And private. ]
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[ He doesn't take her last offer to back out, and Re-L is infinitely thankful for that. Granted, she doesn't make it a habit to do anything like this, doesn't make it a habit to take random people home after kissing the life out of them anywhere in Lunatia. But... there's a time for anything. She's young and just now experiencing the thrill of being able to do whatever the hell her willful little heart desired. So when that willful heart wants to take a man back to her apartment to do who knows what will satisfy them both with him?
She's diving in head first.
Re-L nods, tucking her hair behind her ear before she trails fingers down his arm as they reluctantly separate, and then gestures for him to follow her. The immediate question means he's equally as eager, and in reciprocation, Re-L returns : ]
Yes. It's not too far, thankfully.
[ Fast forward a few minutes and they arrive at Re-L's apartment, the door swinging open without much to-do. The darkly decorated apartment is low lit by enough light to allow someone to see if they're, say, scrounging for a snack late at night and looking to avoid stubbing their toe on Iggy, who's charging somewhere within the main floor. Still, it sets a sultry mood at least, and as soon as she's sure the door is shut she turns back to him, lingering close again. ]
Hopefully you have enough light to see.
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That musing is cut short when the door shuts behind him and her warm body lingers close to his. He takes a quick scan of the apartment, deciding instantly that between the mood lighting and the tasteful, dark furnishings that the place definitely suits her. What his gaze ends up settling on are the steps leading up to her bedroom. ]
Just about.
[ Renji's fingers trace up her side again, feeling the Chroma sizzle up at the light contact. His head isn't swimming like it was in that aquarium, aphro-logged and eager to jump into something reckless. But the desire clearly remains. He inclines his head towards the staircase, a smile ghosting his lips. ]
Won't trip on the stairs at least.
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[ If there's one thing Renji may learn, if they see each other again after this, is that Re-L hardly lacks in conviction. Once she's got her mind set on something there's no talking her out of it, really, other than perhaps a more tantalizing distraction. But she's pretty set on him, and getting what she needs out of this chance meeting turned tunnel make out. The freedom of having these choices and the novelty of that haven't quite worn off on Re-L Mayer just yet. All of this would have been completely unthinkable in her former home, and she had every intention of seeing her own limits, here, while she can.
Don't think she doesn't notice when his eyes settle on the stairs up to the bedroom, either. If she were the more expressive type she'd be smirking, but instead, there's just a certain softness there as she's pleased that neither of them has cooled off enough in the walk from the museum to here to decide to back out, and his touch only solidifies that fact that she isn't back off or down just yet. ][ She hums lightly, then, making sure to kick off those low shoes before she pulls away to move down the hallway and to the stairs, a pale hand lingering on the banister as she starts to walk up, leaned to be able to watch him. ] Then let's not delay anymore, hm?
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Don't gotta tell me twice.
[ Renji kicks off his own shoes, stumbling on them in his eagerness. He catches up to her along the stairs, letting Re-L take the lead. His palm slides up her back, finger tips tracing up the back zipper of her dress, more than suggestive now. More like intent, a dry run of what he wants to do a few minutes from now.
At the top of the steps, Renji starts loosening the buttons on his shirt, fingers fumbling for the same reason he almost tripped over his shoes. His desire is maybe a little too telegraphed, but then Re-L did tell him to not delay. ]
So, what're you thinkin'?
[ The question is asked in complete earnest. Renji has always been a mutt of a man, eager to please. He's just glad to be here, to be wanted by someone who he feels the same about at the moment. And anyway, Re-L hasn't hesitated to tell him what's on her mind before. He's counting on that blunt edge now, to carve a sure path he can follow. ]
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[ Re-L will be happy enough to shed that dress just as soon as they're away from Iggy's possibly prying eyes. The best place for him to have room to charge is downstairs, usually seated at one of the chairs at her dining room table, as one is want to do to have a little dignity while charging.
Renji's eagerness is as good a turn on as any in the moment, and though she wants to tell him to just go ahead and take the zipper down.. she's got to give him at least a taste of anticipation, right? There's no door to the bedroom, however, she does take a moment to draw curtains across the large window up there. Some semblance of privacy, and all that, and it only enhances the mood that the low lighting gives them much of, to begin with. With that done, it's easy enough to turn back to him, eyes lingering a little too long on what she can see of his chest now a little too long to just be passing curiosity.
Of course she gives where Renji requests, and since he'd been so interested in her zipper...
She turns, pulling her hair to the side. If there's one thing Re-L Mayer has never been shy about, it's her body. So, why not give him a little show? ]
Since you were so interested, why not help me with this zipper?
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His appraisal of Re-L is just as obvious, maybe even moreso. His eyes rake over her body, the sharp angle of her waist and the curve of her ass as she plays a pitch perfect note on his easily read arousal. ]
Glad to.
[ All too keen, Renji steps closer and his fingers are at the zipper before he's even done speaking. His hand unoccupied with slipping off Re-L's dress slides up her shoulder, thumb hooking under her sleeve. As eager as he is, he takes his time with the zipper, more careful than his rough hands and rougher appearance would suggest.
Exposing the contour of her shoulder blades and the divot of her spine, Renji lets out an appreciative exhale, not quite able to help himself. He needs little encouragement now to kiss her, pressing his lips at her nape in one caress and then another as he undoes the zipper completely. ]
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[ She'd like to say that she's just as fixated on his physique as his tattoos, but for a woman who's never seen tattoos, muchless ones like his in her life? She's admittedly a little visually fixated on them at the moment. She may have to stop herself from being a little too visually fixated as time wears on and this experience - whatever it ends up being - continues on, or in the aftermath. Forgive her if she ends up tracing lines with interest, later, Renji.
She's happy to oblige his wandering eyes, never once one to shy away from the obvious appraisal of her looks, nor one to shy away from hearing or seeing people appreciate her. Re-L is more than a little vain, after all.
Pale skin is revealed to open air and Re-L takes a moment to suppress a shiver from rolling down her spine - it's both anticipation and the difference in temperature between her lust heated skin and the air around them. His lips touch her neck and Re-L reacts automatically, dipping her head to allow him more access, more skin to touch or kiss or whatever pleased him in the moment, soaking up the touch and affection. For someone who isn't typically too keen on physical touch, Chroma goes a long way to bridge the gap as the pleasant heat and buzz of contact takes up more mental capacity than the knee jerk reaction to insist on space.
Instead, as the zipper comes undone, Re-L does her best to shrug off the straps of her dress, the fabric falling away from her pale shoulders to rest loosely at her waist. It would have to be shuffled down to come completely off but.. somehow, she doesn't think he'll have any trouble with that when the time comes.
What it does reveal is dark strapping over her pale skin, some sneaking up to sit at the top curve of her hips.
... Not that she gives him much time to look as she turns, then, leaning in for another needy kiss. ]
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There's an equal wanting when Renji kisses her back, quick to pick up where they left off. There's no aphrodisiac permeating her room—at least, he doesn't think there is—but that's no longer necessary when his appetite's already whetted by the sharp edge of her gaze and the knowledge that she's also extremely into this.
Renji draws her close again, palms resting at the curve of her spine. He arches against her, seams between their bodies closing. This time though, his hands are less restrained than they were when he was in that tunnel, looking for the line he shouldn't cross. They slide lower, fingering at the fabric of her half-undone dress, palming over her ass. His tongue swipes again, edging at her bottom lip, and his mouth parts a little to release a low sound like a rumble in the back of his throat.
The heat of Chroma kindled by their touch and of her own body is a sensual sort of comfort, something Renji finds easy to sink into. It'd be even more comfortable on the bed though. Something Renji is able to subtly indicate by nudging them towards the edge of her mattress. ]
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[ It's encouraging that the desire picks right back up where they left off, even without aphrodisiacs. Anything could have happened between leaving that tunnel and now that would have left them both awkwardly retreating, but instead, Renji is sinking back into kissing her with the same heat as before.
She curves into his hands and his body with an agreeable half-hum as he touches her, pleased to allow him to touch now that things weren't so public. Of all things, Re-L isn't shy about her body, isn't shy about him looking, touching, anything that he wants in the moment. Re-L's fingers skate along the hard cuts of muscle, vaguely over his tattoos that she will no doubt trace in more detail later.
At least until she's met with the edge of her mattress, and then Re-L's barely pulling away from his lips, eyes hooded but still only slightly hidden behind dark lashes. She gets what he's aiming for here, though... ]
You may be a little overdressed, hm? [ She prompts even as her hand slides down, leaving light trails on his skin before she meets his pants line. ]
We should solve that.
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Mmm, you're right.
[ His hands slide from her body to unfasten and unzip, less fumbling this time thankfully. He shucks them quickly, revealing muscled calves and tented tiger print boxer briefs that are both tacky and yet somehow is completely his style. He grins at her as he leans forward, chest to chest, arousal pressed against hers, and his rough fingers teasing under the fabric of her half undone dress. ]
Why don't I help you with yours too?
[ Since he'd done such a good job with his and all. ]
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[ In all honesty, it's someone like Renji that Re-L needs a little more of in life. She's so careful, calculated and measured in most if not everything she does in her day to day life that the introduction of a little humanity and recklessness goes a long way in taming down those urges to reel everything in.
She can't help but to look pleased as he tells her that she's correct - give her a break, everyone likes to hear that they're right - more than a little pleasantly surprised as he takes to getting rid of them himself instead of coaching her to, but she also isn't complaining. Instead, she's tipping her head slightly in both surprise and amusement at his choice in a boxer. Granted.. can she really talk, wearing strappy and elaborate things under her everyday wear and suffering for the amusement of wearing pretty underwear now that it's available.
At least until he's leaned into her, and then her mind is anywhere but on his underwear, the pattern of her breathing faster than usual, though she'd never once admit it. ]
Well you've done such a good job on your end... why not. It should even be much easier.. No buttons or zips left now.
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Should be foolproof, huh.
[ Renji offers her a short grin, then tips his head to give her another kiss. It's less like the impassioned, greedy kisses he'd offered before and more considerate, savouring the soft press of her lips and the pliant heat of her tongue. While he kisses her, his hands slide over her dress, some of his fingers sliding under the fabric and caressing the smooth skin of her waist.
As his hands lower her dress, sensuous but not quite slow enough that it doesn't reveal his impatience, Renji bends too. His lips leave hers and trail down her jaw, tracking down her neck and to her collarbone. His hands smooth across the swell of her hips as he bends further down, revealing the high cut of her underwear that emphasized her curvaceous form. Tongue and teeth chase down even lower, carving a hot path down her chest. When the dress descends to the midway of her thighs, and his hands with them, it's loose enough he can just let it fall off her frame. At the soft sound of fabric hitting the ground, he grins up at her, like a dog looking for approval. ]
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She doesn't expect the slower pace of the kiss, but it's not exactly begrudged. Long fingers slide up from his chest to his jaw, for a moment, and then slide back to his hair, playing at the nape of his neck but not holding if he should choose to move anywhere else.
And choose to move he does, with Re-L sighing gently as his lips trail to her jaw, body erupting into a flow of goosebumps as he finds that particular juncture at her collarbone and neck that always seems to get her attention more than others. She can't help but watch as he moves down, appreciating his show of appreciation for her as he moves down. Who wouldn't be absolutely enthralled with that, really? She's ingraining it on her memory just as the dress finally hits the floor, and Renji turns his head up to her looking for her approval.
And approve she does, lip quirking up in a smirk as she leans down to give him a fleeting kiss. ]
See? Foolproof. [ Which is her only comment before she decides to settle back on the bed, as he'd pushed them back to not all that long ago, stretched across it with an almost haughty expression for him to appreciate, propped up on her elbows so that she's not at that almost universally unflattering angle for anyone's chin as she extends a hand to beckon him to her, already offering the rest of her clothes for removal - ]
The others may be a little more complicated, but I think you can handle it.
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His hands squeeze at the top of her thighs as she moves, before letting them skim back as she settles into the bed. His grin only widens at her hand beckoning and scrunched up chin, charmed by the mismatch of her imperious tone and the slightly goofy angle. He's quick to follow her onto the bed, knees astride her on either side of her hips. ]
Hm... [ His dark eyes sweep her frame and the dark straps highlighting her curves, contrasting against her pale skin almost glowing in the lowlight. His rough hand strokes across her shoulder and runs over the dark fabric of her bra, fingers lightly brushing at her skin and thumb teasing at the peak of her breast. ] Thanks for the vote of confidence.
[ Can he handle it, though... Renji hasn't slept with a woman in quite a while and when he was more in the habit of it they didn't wear lingerie quite like this. Or at all, really. That's what happens when you're born in a feudal era afterlife, not a lot of exposure to delightful strappy bras.
But that's a worry for a few seconds from now. In the meantime he can enjoy lowering his head to kiss again at Re-L's neck, nipping above her clavicle and running his tongue over the bite. He fingers at the straps crossing above her waist, thumbs hooking under the dark bands as he raises it up her ribs. His hips move over her, grinding his arousal against her in a teasing motion of what was to come. ]
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[ Welcome to the world of delightfully (or perhaps frustratingly) strappy bras, Renji. Depending on how much more they see of each other like this, he may just have to get used to them, since Re-L's made it a point to buy an arsenal of them since she arrived in Lunatia and discovered them en masse.
Her back bows in a little delightful bow as Renji's hand strokes over her skin, his thumb leaving just a tingle of touch behind through the fabric still (for now) covering her. Still, Re-L manages a little chuckle as he thanks her, giving a single nod to confirm. ]
Of course, I know how to get in to it, so if all else fails... [ She can get herself out in an expedited fashion, basically. She doesn't get the chance to really elaborate before his head lowers and she's shivering at the touch, skin erupting in to little goosebumps even for a spare moment. Her hands rise up the skin of his back as he moves down, those well-manicured nails digging slightly at his back as his hands raised toward her ribs. It creates a pleasant pressure between her legs with the fabric going taut, the pace of her breathing already picking up as he grinds in to her.
Re-L presses back, unable to deny how much she wants to feel him that much closer. They've spent so long dancing around this conclusion and yet it's almost a thrill to put off just a little longer, building anticipation as. Re-L finally lets slip a soft, breathy moan that's far softer than the needy grip of her hands, which are practically demanding. ]
Hoping you won't have to .. mmn.. figure out how to take it off if you make me wait long enough? [ Look, she'll do it. What the hell does she know about what does it for him - it may well be strappy underwear and she's made a lucky gamble. ]
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Mmm... [ Renji suppresses a low chuckle, the pads of his fingers caressing her pale skin. He meets the clear blue of her eyes with a dark gaze lit with equal parts amusement and sheepishness. ] Impatient?
[ Not that he isn't, judging from how hard his arousal is pressed against her. But he just has to quip back, can never quite help himself. ]
Why don't we split it. [ His hands slide down, abandoning the dark straps of her top and running over the gentle curve of her waist. His finger tips curl into the bands crossing above her hips, teasing them with a playful snap. ] You take the top, I'll handle the bottom.
[ Many hands make light work and all that. Plus, she gets to bypass a few seconds of pitiful fumbling and he gets to save face. Everybody wins. ]
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Her fingers move from clinging to his back to trace the patterns on his chest now, as much curious about the marks there as she is intent on discovering them as they continue.
Re-L can't help the little chuckle of a laugh as he suggests they split the work. Of course, he would opt for the bottoms, but at the same time, can beggars be choosers? Maybe if she's naked he'll stop playing around, too, so how the hell is she going to say no? So instead she nods her agreement, already pushing herself up and on to her elbows to get a better angle on things. She cranes a little for a kiss, and then gives her little, usual, wave to go. ]
Get to work, then. [ Once she has the room she'll move to sit up, already working the hooks out of the eyes at the back of the bra, eyes looking over Renji with a certain hunger behind them before she notes, almost airily : ]
We'll have to take care of you, too, while you're up.
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Renji's hands roam over her waist, tracing the curve of her hips and then drifts to caress over the swell of her ass. He'd intended to have been teasingly slow, dragging the seconds out a bit longer, but he was just so fucking eager and instead. ]
Hah... [ He pulls her strappy underwear down over her thighs, lips ] Yeah, "we" do.
[ And hopefully soon, because it's starting to get uncomfortably tight in his boxer briefs. Still, one thing at a time. Renji slips her black lingerie down her slim, pale legs, rough fingers grazing over her warm skin. He leans forward to kiss her again, at the tops of her thighs as he winds the bands past her ankles. ]
So... [ Renji grins as he tosses her panties behind him, out of sight and now firmly out of mind. ] Got any suggestions for how we're gonna take care of this?
[ He could just strip them like he had his pants... but that intriguing plural pronoun keeps him from doing so just now. ]
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[ Re-L's relieved that he's just as impatient for it as she is. Granted, she's never been able to show neediness in this way prior to Lunatia, but it would probably be embarrassing to be the more eager party in this kind of one night stand arrangement. Maybe. She doesn't really know about it all that much.
Still, those fight roughened hands slide down her skin, supple and soft, unmarried despite all she's been through in her world, though muscular beneath all that supple softness. Made to look soft and unassuming, but strong enough to prove otherwise - it was a perfect Daedalus Yumeno type opposition in one body. She's just as eager, however, to get off the restrictions of that bra as quick as possible now that she's seen how eager he is. She throws it easily to the side as soon as it's off, pale and resplendent as she is now that she's absolutely bare to the world.
But it doesn't make her shrink, even as he he leans forward to kiss her, even as her underwear is tossed to the side with a certain ease. It's easy enough, isn't it? When you know you're something to look at? ]
'We' may have been a bit rhetorical... But.. [ Since he'd done her the favor of taking off most of her clothes, she might as well do him this favor, right? She slides down toward him anyways, hands reaching for his hips as she does so. Her hair is a bit mussed at this point, but that's hardly a worry as fingers hook in his waistband. ]
... I think I can handle the job single handed, if you don't mind.