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[ The mild remark has more of an affect on Renji than Re-L may have intended, a careless throw hitting an unseen target. Renji has denied himself plenty of things that he's wanted before, a habit he's found difficult to shake after so long. One more thing shoved onto the pile, in the grand scheme of things, didn't seem to matter much. Or it wouldn't, if she hadn't so bluntly called him out.

Renji's gaze slides back towards her, cautious and deliberate, wondering at her uncanny ability to pin him down with one glance. Is she that good, or is he that transparent? (Well... he's definitely transparent.) ]

I suppose not.

[ Re-L's not wrong, it is a senseless thing to do. Then again, he is a rather senseless person. ]

So was that you makin' a move? Your technique's pretty blunt, ain't it.

[ Although Renji doesn't particularly mind a woman who knows what she wants. He takes her reply as an invitation to drift closer, closing the respectful distance that he'd kept in two long strides, stepping into the edge of her personal space. He's tentative and careful, a sharp contrast to the rough cadence of his speech and the rigid way he carries himself. It's hard enough for Renji to lay his desire out bare for the people he has a deep connection to, never mind to a woman he'd only just met, whose name he could barely wrap around his tongue. Still... the subtle influence of the aphrodisiacs helps him along, makes it impossible to resist closing the gap between them. ]

[ It's something she'd learned a long time ago, Renji. People aren't all that hard to read - not when you've seen a lot of them, anyway, and definitely not when you're taught how to read them as any good Inspector would be. Granted, she'd not the best at being a person, from time to time. She had to learn a few things from a literal robot in order to do that.

Still, she watches him with that aloof interest as his gaze turns back to her, pushing her dark hair over her shoulder as if presenting more pale skin may make it a bit more tempting for him.

Still, she gives an amused little sound as he tells her that her technique is blunt, lips twitching up in to somewhat of a smirk before settling into something more neutral. ]

If you'd prefer someone who would drape themselves on your shoulder and bat their eyelashes and hope that you'd somehow receive the message, then I think you might want to look elsewhere. I prefer not to play games or tactics now that life isn't a chess game.

[ Romdeau in and of itself was a chess game, though she'd not realized what pieces she'd held for a little too long. He comes closer and Re-L stays in place, for a moment. At least until he's just within the bubble of her space, and then she's leaning a bit closer, helping to close the gap between them. They're face to face, here, lingering close, Re-L's dark lashes drooping slightly as she, for once, settles in to rib him for a bit longer. ]

Is this the part where I turn to the left and make you come in close again?

[ The flash of pale skin is indeed enticing. Renji's gaze flicks to the white of her throat and the sharp angle of her jaw in spite of himself, before it settles back to her mild expression and the ever so slight curve of her lips. ]

Hah... Wouldn't say I prefer it.

[ Renji grins, a little less sheepishly this time. Admittedly, even if Re-L was inclined to bat her eyelashes or drape herself over him, there's a very small chance that he'd pick up the message. And even if he does, the chance of him decoding the signal is even less likely. The straightforward approach is a surer bet by far, no chance for Renji to exercise his ignorance or talk himself away from the obvious.

And really, it can't be more obvious now, the way Re-L reduces the gap between them. If he stepped a few inches closer he'd already be touching her—lips, chest, hips meeting in a rush of heat. Renji... is not quite that bold. But his hand comes to smooth at her waist, testing her boundaries and his. ]

You ain't the type who plays games, right? [ His head cocks to the side, looking pretty smug for a guy who's too hesitant to kiss a beautiful woman who basically asked him to. ] So let's skip that part.

Good, then we've dodged a problem. [ At least for now, anyway. Re-L doesn't seem too damn bothered by the fact that this is definitely something she wouldn't have been up to a few months ago. Not even something she would have dreamed about while still under the auspices of her grandfather and Romdeau Dome. But that was part of the fun of it, wasn't it? She got to explore and do just about anything or anyone she wanted when she wanted it.

Finally, he touches her, and Re-L leans her weight into even the slight touch, smirking as he asks her whether she's the type to play games.

Part of her is tempted to answer that, in a past life, yes, she had been the type to play games. To pull strings in order to get what she wants, when she wants it. But here and now, with him pressed closer than before, and wanting more than that, even? Re-L just hums out an affirmative noise and requests. ]

Then stop talking. [ If he's hesitant to lean in and do it, Re-L will broach the distance instead, leaning in to kiss him. For now it's gentle, requesting, testing his boundaries. ]

[ Whoever Re-L was when she was back home, Renji only knows her from the impression she's giving now. Direct, self-aware, eerily perceptive, and frankly stunning. The kind of woman he rarely had a chance against. And with, most of the time. He doesn't know if he'd have turned her head if it weren't for the strange atmosphere here, the hazy scent hanging in the cool and humid tunnel, but he's not about to question it. He wouldn't exactly be out here kissing strangers if he were back home either. Not without a couple drinks first, at least.

Renji takes the direction to shut up to heart, his head inclining so that his lips meet hers to ensure his silence. The hesitation lasts for all of a moment, before both his hands are at her hips and he presses forwards, lips parting slightly. The Chroma blooming in their touch is warm and comfortable, easing his guard down and loosening the tight hold of his inhibitions. His eyes close briefly, before half-opening again as he pulls away.

Feeling emboldened, Renji is quick to lean in for a second kiss, more insistent. Everywhere they touch hums with a pleasant sensation, his lips tingling and his fingers at her waist flexing. When their lips part, Renji pauses this time, breath exhaling hot and heavy. ]

...So, satisfied?

[ There's a touch of gravity in his low voice. He certainly doesn't sound satisfied, the way his tone takes on a husky quality and his body hasn't moved an inch away but, well. Re-L was thinking about kissing him and now she had. If she has more in mind, though, Renji appears willing to hear her out. ]

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[ He may still have turned her head. Many fellow citizens of Romdeau Dome were designed not to stand out, in the end. Re-L Mayer with her crystal blue eyes had, with her bright blue makeup had, and Vincent Law with those bright green eyes had. Renji has the benefit of that bright red hair to draw her attention, much like a magpie to shine, and so Re-L Mayer's attention had fallen on him in the first place beyond just her company into the tunnel. Of course, he'd also gained a few points for his height, as well.

Chroma, plus whatever is in the pipes here, sends her quickly abuzz. Physical contact wasn't all that popular in Romdeau Dome - hell, emotions weren't thought to be necessary, there, but the more people touch her without looking as though they've reverently touched something holy, the more she craves it. He leans in for a second kiss and her hand trails up his chest, body leaning in to betray just how much she isn't quenched by a kiss or two.

At the very least, she continues to be clear : ]

No, not really. [ So instead she'll press closer, emboldened by the fact he hasn't moved away and that deeper tone striking a few chords. ] Are you?

[ Re-L leans into him and Renji's hands move to encourage her, palms wandering from a light touch on her hips to pressing at her back. The warmth of her hands lingers, a trail he can track on his skin. It's sort of surreal, in a way, that he came here as reluctant company before his thoughts turned to tentative desire and now... this. All because Re-L looked him in the eyes and asked him if this is what he wanted.

There's something to be said for being forthright. Renji isn't always so direct—easily riled, yes, but temper isn't the same as honesty. He's too used to rejection, too accustomed to being a have-not, that sometimes he forgets that asking isn't a futile effort. But he takes his cue from Re-L, from her forthright eyes and her warm body pressed against his and the solidity of her voice. He cracks a short grin when she replies, his gaze sharpening on her. ]

Not by a longshot.

[ Renji leans close, head tilting to meet her lips again. His urgency is even more apparent, the yearning inspired by the Chroma and aphrodisiacs and Re-L's own unique kind of charm pushing back his reticence. His tongue strokes across her bottom lip, the taste of her and her lipstick sweet on his palate. ]

[ Being able (and willing) to pursue these kinds of things in Lunatia was... a boon and a curse if she's honest. Of course, Romdeau was by far not 'normal' - and that's beyond even what others had told her about contact, emotions, everything in their own worlds. None were exempt from their issues, of course, but if Re-L's biggest issue was curbing her social calendar to keep some semblance of 'normal'? Her issues here were much smaller than the ones she experienced in Romdeau or out in the Wastes. This is certainly her most eventful trip to a museum in her life, but hell if she doesn't like it.

At least right now, where she's half-drunk on Chroma, half on whatever is in the air and obscuring her usually fairly secure boundaries in the first place.

She smirks as he seems to hone in on her, gaze sharp and hands pressed against her solidly, for some reason, as always, incredibly taken by the obvious desire on a person's face when it's aimed at her. For once she's quiet as he leans in to kiss her again, a soft hum of pleasure. She also doesn't mind when others take the lead, as she easily opens her lips to allow Renji in, but not before a little game of cat and mouse as she teasingly meets him in the middle, a fleeting touch before she's smirking and dodging him.

... Because why not make it fun? ]

[ The atmosphere in this place is nothing like any of the museums Renji has ever been in. It's dark and moody, suited more for these kind of illicit activities and less for academia. The light filtered through the water is mellow and cool like the hours before dawn, rippling in glimmers of dappled white-blue.

Re-L meets his lips with a warm purr and Renji takes that as permission to press a little further. He wants to chase the heat of her and the Chroma flourishing at every brush of pleasant contact. So when Re-L playfully dodges him, playing the mouse to his cat, at first he just... stops. Renji draws back a moment—did he fuck it up that quick? when she said she wasn't satisfied did she mean "just one more and we're done"?—then he sees the smirk and answers her expression in kind. He presses his lips onto the side of her jaw instead, his hands sliding further up and thumbing teasingly at her back. ]

So there's some games you don't mind playin', huh?

[ Renji breathes, his voice husky and saturated with desire. Not that he minds that either. ]

[ Luckily for Re-L (in a way, anyway) she's never seen a museum or even something like an aquarium. For all she knows this is what every single one is like, though of course without the aphrodisiacs and the Chroma. Or at least she's assuming most places don't generate a form of energy or money through physical contact. Most places, she assumes, are normal and have lines of credit or bills and coins to be passed back and forth.

Renji draws back and those angular brows all at once draw in and down, both in confusion and disapproval. Of course, she'd been playing with fire playing games with a person she barely knew - wasn't she? Still, he seems to get that it's a game quickly enough, which she's thankful for as she leans into his lips at her jaw.

This isn't the first time in her life she's felt hungry for affection, for touch and affection - not anymore, anyway. But there's certain neediness that came with knowing this may be a one-time occurrence, that she may well never see this man again but she wants what she can get while she can get it. This is what spurs a bit of a laugh to roll its way up her throat as he asks that question, long fingers greedy as she pulls him closer, fingers exploring that muscled figure through his clothes. ]

I did tell you I wasn't a wilting violet, earlier, I think.. [ Though - ] If I didn't, you distracted me, so it isn't my fault.

[ Renji lets himself get dragged closer, grinning a little to know the eagerness is mutual. Re-L's hands are intoxicatingly warm, a bright thrill running up his spine as her palms lay on his chest, and his body bends to her even as his head lifts to catch a glimpse of her face. She looks just a bit different when she laughs like that, even if it's just a short and quiet moment in between her dry candor. Renji wonders if Re-L is the type who'd laugh as readily if they weren't here in this dark and humid passage, Chroma bubbling up warm and sweet between them. Then Renji wonders if he'll ever see her again to find out.

Well, it doesn't matter. Renji can enjoy this moment with Re-L while it lasts. ]

Pretty sure I could've figured that one out on my own.

[ The way Re-L speaks, how she carries herself, the sharp look in her eyes... Renji doubts she could ever be mistaken for anything as mild or dainty as a violet. ]

But I'll take the blame either way.

[ With that, one of Renji's hands lifts and his fingers curl gently at her shoulder blade, nails brushing at the zipper of her dress and finger tips gathering the tips of her dark hair. His head tilts to meet her, intent on sharing at least one more kiss and parting her lips once more. He may be a little more forceful than he means to be, excited by her keen reciprocation, and as he presses forward, he might accidentally have Re-L's back against the bright, transparent walls of the tunnel. ]

[ Re-L Mayer of Romdeau Dome wouldn't have permitted this at all, so maybe there are a few things people around here could thank Vincent Law for. But time away from the Dome, and having to loosen her need for control over many things in her life has done a world of good for Re-L. Now, she's more focused on enjoying what she can instead of where the repercussions of this may reverberate later. That didn't matter.. this place was big enough that she stood a good chance of only catching glimpses of him from here on out and that's it.

Only time would tell. Right at that moment, she isn't particularly thinking about the future so much as what this might turn in to now, while they're here and pressed so close together. ]

Are you sure? You like to ask a lot of rhetorical questions for someone who claims to be able to figure things out... [ Yes, that's kind of a dick move, implying he's dense or something, but this is Re-L... she doesn't pull punches even when she's looking for as much as possible out of this man she's been paired with at random. A very fortunate pairing, at least. A part of her wonders if this would all fade to the wayside if they left this tunnel if maybe she suggested somewhere a little more private.

... All thoughts of going anywhere disappear, though, as he leans in to kiss her again, this time a bit more forceful. Re-L is anything but bothered by her back pressed to the glass or Renji's very apparent enthusiasm for her at the moment. If anything it spurs her further, arching her body into his, those long fingers gathering in his shirt to hold him with steady pressure, a soft whine of a moan shared between their mouthes as she eagerly allows him back.

This time she's less about games and more straight forward. She wants to kiss him, so she's going to do it as enthusiastically as possible. ]

[ Renji releases an exhale that could almost have been a laugh if it weren't stifled by a sigh. Re-L's suggestion that he's dense is neither the first nor the last time Renji's heard such a thing. And if he were honest with himself, he's inclined to agree. He is spectacularly, sometimes willfully, thick. If he's going to be defensive about anything, it would be that he likes to ask just the right amount of questions. After all, asking got him here.

And Renji certainly likes where his inquiries have lead. Re-L curving against him, fingers wound into his clothes, is more than he'd even thought about when the aphrodisiac had been seeping steadily into his system. He'd only noticed the white of her throat and the flush of contrast in her lips. Wondered if her pale skin was cool to the touch. It's not, it turns out. Everywhere their skin meets seems to tingle with a pleasant heat. It's the Chroma maybe, but it's not what he'd expected.

A hand leaves Re-L's body and presses against the glass, shockingly cold compared to the radiant warmth of her body. Taking the soft keening noise as encouragement, Renji is eager to return her frank desire with his own. He licks at her lips before his tongue seeks the heat of her parted mouth, meeting her own in teasing strokes. His teeth close to gently nip at her bottom lip before kissing her again. His other hand not firmly planted against the wall curls around her waist, encouraging the arch of her against him.

And that's when habit kicks in and makes a fool of him. Renji's hips grind against Re-L as he pulls her close, a low growl leaving his throat from the pleasurable sensation. It's something he's gotten used to doing but he's also always timed it so it wasn't... a little less than an hour after introducing himself. His gaze tilts down, lips breaking contact, ostensibly to catch his breath that comes in hot, shallow pants.

Maybe Re-L's little remark had gotten to him a little, because now Renji's not sure if he should ask another stupid question. Just in case he gets another obvious answer. ]

[ Frigid as she is, Re-L seems to burn hotter than most. Granted, she wasn't exactly fully human in the way others were, but that wasn't a story for now. Or even a time remotely close, if she's honest. For now, she feels as though she's hotter than usual, even, anticipating every touch and arch of their bodies together in tandem against one another, a stark contrast of heat against the cool water her back was up against.

She shifts, pressing warm skin against the tube of water, and shivers just in time for Renji's tongue to seek further entry into her mouth, playfully meeting him without a game in mind this time, instead intent on stroking and teasing in turn. Re-L lets out a heavy breath as Renji gently bites at her lower lip, obviously trying to maintain some semblance of couth despite the fact that they're here making out in broad daylight (kinda) in the middle of an aquarium tube. Still, he presses into her and Re-L presses back, grinding in kind with him.

Soft breaths span the gap between them as they both regain their minds and some air a little bit, though honestly? Re-L still knows what she wants. She licks her lips, looking at him for a long moment before broaching the subject : ]

My turn to ask a maybe obvious question - [ But she's no stranger to questions, is she? ] Should we.. take this somewhere else?

[ Renji's gaze lifts to meet Re-L's. There's a hint of surprise in his slightly widened eyes. He shouldn't be anymore, with how direct Re-L has been right from the start. Renji's mouth parts after a moment of consideration. And at first he does give a dumb answer— ]

Ah...

[ —mostly because he can't find the words to speak. The concerns that Re-L had already mulled over, like if it's all just aphrodisiac, if things will turn awkward as soon as they leave the tunnel, only occur to Renji now. When he has to think about it and not a moment sooner. Not to mention he hardly knows this woman. (Although historically that hasn't stopped him before.)

Still. The invitation is enticing. And it seems like neither of them would be satisfied with a quick tussle in this aquarium tunnel. Renji's palm smooths across her waist, settling tentatively at her hip. A slight reset. Seeing where the boundary is now, after he's shot straight past where he thought it was. ]

You got a place in mind?

[ Even with the moment's pause, Renji still manages to give a dumb answer. Returning her obvious question with one of his own. ]

[ Typically, Re-L might've drawn things out. Might've pulled away and told herself that this was too quick, that it wasn't really 'of her station' so to speak to take someone home so quickly. But here in Lunatia she didn't really have any of that aristocratic expectation, doesn't have the weight of every expectation and instead, the weight of making decisions that aren't purely hedonistic all the time.

Right now? That's all flown out the window. She's properly riled, so to speak, and with all of that in her system along with the aphrodisiacs, she's at least going to try to get Renji to her apartment to have a bit of a night cap, so to speak.

He reacts almost predictably, and Re-L gives another one of those chuffed sounds like a laugh, and then nods. ]

Yes. I have an apartment, after all. [ An apartment where, thankfully, Iggy is currently charging. Though, now that they're here, and stopped, she might as well offer him an out, right? ]

Unless you have another suggestion?

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[ 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. ]

Hopefully you have enough light to see.

[ 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. ]

Won't trip on the stairs at least.

[ 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. ]

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