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[coy]

[ time will tell what this will lead to. if this only bring them trouble or deepen whatever bond is between them. the kiss is intoxicating as it is worrying on that count. her eyes only opening when he pulls back to look at her with such a look, one that makes her heart stutter in her chest.] Oh no you don't, [ she murmurs playfully, intent on keeping this lighter than it actually is. She chases his lips for another kiss, arching her neck off the bed so that she can accomplish such a task. her fingers crawl up his neck to slide through his hair, caress over his scalp.

she relents after a moment, laying back against the bed, a vision of sexual satisfaction, skin ruddy, lips bruised, hair tussled. she lets out a contented sigh before her hands fall back against the bed in the pursuit of being lazy, sliding down over his arms first before they find their rest on either side of her head, resting on a bed of messy curls.]

[poppycock]

[ he knows what she is doing, knows what she seeks with her kiss. he lets her take that leave, lets her come to him, pressing his mouth to hers only after a moment. it's soft, softer than even before, his head tilted just so, leaned by her traveling hands.

how beautiful she is, in the aftermath. he smiles watching her uncoil from him, adoring and wicked both. only after a moment does he lift himself off her, settle beside her with a hand at her side and an arm tucking below her head. he pulls her gently and loosely, palm against her ribs, fingers curled over her torso, into his embrace, drops his face to her shoulder. his voice is thick with amusement. ] I daresay that was to your liking.

[coy]

[ she stretches like a cat would once he rolls off of her, in that brief moment before he pulls her to him. she stretches her arms and legs, curls and uncurls her toes before letting out a lengthy, lazy sigh. then she's pulled in his direction, rolling onto her side as she is pressed to him.

she lets out another contented sound at his not!question, one that's tempered by a yawn then amusement of her own.] I think you know the answer to that. [ as if the multiple orgasms weren't proof enough, she seems much more cheerful than she did when she first arrived.] But yes, in case you couldn't tell.

[poppycock]

[ he likes the grace with which she lounges, his eyes running the length of her body, his head dipped to brush his nose against the line of her bare shoulder. while she settles in repose, he does the same, tangling their legs, hooking their ankles as he stretches them out.

he likes settling with her, if only for the moment. he likes her endearing yawn, and her retorts, and above all, her content. he moves along her skin, up her neck, and kisses tenderly, lingeringly behind her ear before he begins to truly relax.

her hair is his pillow, draped over his arm, and so he presses his cheek and face to it and to the back of her head, to her scent, with a sigh. ] I believe that I and my neighbors could attest.

[coy]

[ she gives him a pointed look when he basically accuses her of being loud.] Please. I wasn't loud at all. [ he's teasing her, of course, probably. so she just turns her head away from his so he can't reach her lips at all, as punishment despite how lovely it was to have him kissing along her neck and shoulder.]

[poppycock]

[ perhaps she wasn't loud, but she was certainly noisy. he sees no reason to tease and argue the point, merely smirking and catching her eyes before she draws her gaze from his with a pointedness that not difficult to discern. so his thumb skirts over her ribs, brushes the soft underside of her breast before he smooths a touch up her sternum to lay his hand about her neck, to tighten his arms around her. ] You could be. [ he promises, whispers it, pressing his face into the curve of her jaw, running his hand back down, between her breasts, over her tummy. ]

[coy]

[ she huffs out a soft breath when he touches her as he does, when he insinuates that he might intend on making her be loud. turning her head towards him a bit--] You're impossible. [ but really, he's insatiable, completely so, if his hand intends on going lower. her own moves to halt his, teasingly.]

[poppycock]

[ klaus is smiling just so, knowing despite her words and teasing, the idea he might want more excites her. and in truth her sweet slights could easily begin to excite him too. his exhale is carried out with a soft rumble of his playful displeasure, but she has already granted him plenty. she has turned to face him just enough, and he need only reach for her mouth to have it. he kisses what he can: the corner, softly and with possession, a coaxing for her to turn her lips to him completely. ]

[coy]

[ she may be excited by the prospect of more but her body may protest the idea of it should he start. even a vampire needs time to recover. her eyes flutter when his lips brush against the corner of her mouth then again when he tries to coax her to twist some in his embrace. she hums softly before turning towards him a bit more so he can have what he wants.

just this once. or any time after]

[poppycock]

[ even immortal hybrids need to recover, and the pleasure he takes from the teasing, from the pliancy of her kiss and the turning of her body is without that specific desire in mind. (well. not entirely.) it is little more than taking the moment to touch her skin, to kiss her, to feel the contentment of this, and the seduction of any future dalliances. whether that be within the hour or a much longer a wait.

his lips part; he sighs, chasing her hum, and slides his tongue into their kiss as he shifts slightly atop her. his hand reaches down, smooths between her legs for but a moment before cup a breast, his kissing slowing, his fingers pinching her nipple and pulling it gently, dragging it down until it slips from his grasp. ]

[coy]

[ she half-laughs, half-sighs into that kiss when his hand wanders lower, sliding between het thighs for a brief moment. but just as her hand moves to push his away, he moves it to her breast. but a moment later, she makes a soft sound of protest into that dizzying kiss, the way he toys with her breast, her nipple.] Mmm... cut it out-- [ she murmurs against his lips, trying to catch his hand with hers to thread their fingers together instead, shifting beneath him to kiss a little more.]

[poppycock]

[ he lets her take his hand, halt his progress and command him. it's done with a smile against her lips, one that nearly disrupts their kiss. he cannot help it, the amusement at her little fights. it is as warm and easy as how he curls his fingers through hers, holds her hand, and murmurs to her, laughter in his voice. ] Forgive me. I didn't realize you were spent. I suppose I shall wait to work on your volume. [ that last part is more a promise than a jest. and he welcomes the press of her body, the sheer comfort of it wedged against his, the weight of her head on his arm. he kisses her then, as long as she likes. ]

[coy]

I am very spent, [ she says selfishly, satisfied with herself and the way he's made her feel. not that he hadn't gotten anything from it himself, of course. as it is, she keeps her hand in his, even after she's satisfied that he'll stop trying for more, for now. and even as he kisses her, she keeps their fingers tangled.] So we can spare your, apparently, neighbors with super hearing.

[poppycock]

[ he's quite satisfied with himself too -- and with her, for now. he's equally as smug, hearing the intonations in her voice. his fingers squeeze hers gently, linger palm to palm before he untangles them to slip beneath her hips, to draw her close to his body as he murmurs. ] You never quite know with this place. [ which is true, all eudio's new residents considered. but it is the last thing on his mind as he kisses her, this time longer, deeper. ]

[coy]

[ he turns her body the rest of the way towards him in order to, she assumes, properly kiss her. she makes a soft sound of skepticism when he says what he does before she indulges his kiss, inviting it as she arches into him a little more. with the way the kiss lingers, she feels the familiar sensation of exhaustion flutter over her, eyes opening once she pulls back from the kiss, pressing two softer ones to his lips before she speaks.]

I need to go soon. [ she was meant to go job hunting at some point, not that she could now, looking as she did, without any sort of real clothing.]

[poppycock]

So soon? [ not that the hours she did stay were insignificant, and his tone implies as much, as does his smile, and the curve of his brow. and he may be biased, considering he'd not protest her staying much, much longer. his hand runs over her waist, errantly in a caress as he gazes down at her. ]

[coy]

You have to earn the overnight, [ she murmurs with a bit of a smirk, knowing that even though he is so much stronger than her, she wields the power in this instance. and well, she makes all the boys wait on that regard, even tyler had to. although she tries her best not to think of him in this moment.]

[poppycock]

[ she does hold the power and the reins, and he enjoys the position it puts him in: to earn it. call him old-fashioned, but he enjoys the virtuous self-respect, and how her response has him smiling boyishly and looking down. after all, it's not often he must earn anything.

he's up to the challenge.

he pauses and deliberates, moving his knuckles down her arm, his eyes tracking the progress. ] Well then I will call you a car, offer you a shower and some clothes, [ his voice is not without amusement at the last, considering; his eyes move to hers ] and endeavor to earn this privilege in the future.

[coy]

[ no matter his reaction, she intended to stick to her guns, so to speak. but refreshingly, he didn't protest, in fact, he seemed to embrace her gumption, encourage it by offering her the things she'd need to make a getaway.

so she smiles at him, feeling a little flutter of her heart at the way his eyes lift to hers.] I'll take the car and the clothes but the shower... [ her eyes narrow playfully as she lifts her finger to wag at him.] Nice try.

[poppycock]

[ well he is a patient man, despite appearances and reputation, and he knows when to retreat. and when to tease, which he does now. he speaks rationally, his face devoid of smile but for the hint in his eyes. ] Excuse me for being courteous. [ he's s-so offended only not at all. ] One would assume the basic tenants of hygiene be prioritized.

[coy]

You so better not be calling me unhygienic. [ she feigns indignation, her eyes narrowing again as she uses her wagging finger to poke at his chest.] I happen to be a very clean person--[ teasing still, she moves to push off his chest, trying to untangle their bodies.] Thank-you-very-much.

[poppycock]

[ he is hers to situate, and even before she attempts, he moves himself off her by the slight nudge of her finger. as for her argument: most type-a personalities do endeavor to be clean, if not primped.

his leans on his elbow as he rolls off her, his expression predictably smarmy. ] With your attention to meticulous and exhaustive detail, I would expect no less. [ his head cocks just slightly. ] And you smell pretty.

[coy]

I smell like sex-- [ she corrects him, wrinkling her nose and moving to sit up now that she is no longer in his embrace. her hands run over her arms before she starts to edge her way off the bed, stretching a little as she does.] I'm guessing you don't have a spare dress laying around here, do you? [ if he did, she might feel a tiny bit jealous.]

[poppycock]

[ sex, yes. but also like caroline, and whatever assortment of products she has picked up to use here. he meant it as an offhand comment, but it is true: he is drawn to her scent in both a familiar and primal way. he doesn't argue, but he does watch her find her feet, still lounged unmoving from his side.

and he raises his brow at her question. and doesn't answer, instead smirking just so (and very purposefully) before getting up to stride over to his closet. he finds a soft sweater and some briefs that will do just fine and walks over to present them. ]

[coy]

[ the answer is, unsurprisingly, no. he doesn't have a dress. and when he climbs off the bed with a grace she has to pretend she doesn't notice, he finds her a sweater and briefs to offer. taking them with a grateful nod, she realizes he's the reason she doesn't have anything to wear and she should probably be more cross with him.

but she isn't.

so she pulls the sweater on over her head, then steps into the briefs, looking, undoubtedly ridiculous in them both. the elastic keeps the briefs on her hips and she moves to pull her messy curls from beneath the collar of the sweater.] I look ridiculous.