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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.

Edited 2020-04-11 17:38 (UTC)

[ 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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