[He rolls over to more properly face her, propping his cheek against his palm.]
Truth be told, my tastes are varied. There's not much I won't get behind, so to speak. I'm sure you're stunning no matter what you look like. With your confidence, you couldn't be anything but.
[He grins and does as he's told. Slowly, though. The anticipation will just make the reveal that much sweeter, and besides, he's already waited, what, five weeks for this? He can stand be a touch, ah, patient.]
[He sees her lips, first. Pale pink and grinning wickedly, she sticks her tongue out at him. Higher and higher the mask raises, until she's shaking out her blonde curls, fixing him with her icy blue gaze.]
[His grin only widens as the mask comes up. Truth be told, he was briefly panicking—her making him guess got him worried that she was actually horribly disfigured or a goblin person or, worse, a teenager, but now it's clear that she was just messing with him. She's stunning, just as predicted.]
Well, hey there, gorgeous.
[He tosses the mask aside and traces his fingers down to her neckline.]
Don't let me keep you from getting comfortable. It's your room, after all.
It's cute that you think you could ever keep me from anything.
[She helps herself to running a hand through his hair, and when her hand reaches back down to her collar again, she grabs a handful and pushes him roughly down against the bedspread. Grinning at him, Patience pulls her robes off over her head, revealing what she's wearing underneath: a white little number with a single red bow across the center that leaves little to the imagination, sheer stockings gripping her thighs.]
[He grunts a little as she shoves him into the bed, though it's quickly followed by a laugh. He likes where this is going.]
Noted. I won't make that mistake again.
[His eyes trail over her as she slips her robes off. He has a feeling she won't mind him looking; why else would she put on a show for him? Once she's done, he lets out a low whistle.]
Is that all you've been wearing this whole competition? Damn. It's a good thing I'm already dead.
[It's a good look for her. His hands smooth up her thighs before coming to rest on the curve of her hips. Getting to finally touch her is a damn good feeling.]
It's certainly given me something to look forward to.
[The only thing he had to look forward to after he was caught, actually, though that sounds awfully clingy, so he'll keep it to himself.]
[The name feels like such a foreign thing in his mouth, in the same way that it's odd to feel warm skin instead of gloves as her hand finds his. In a perfect world, he'd draw this out a bit longer, really take his time in getting to know all the soft lines of her body. He'd like to memorize her, to note every curve in precise detail so that after this, when they're forced to go back to their roles upstairs, he can relish in the privilege of holding one more secret. He'll watch her flirt coyly with Chuuya or Julius or whomever she's decided to play with to keep them off her tail, and he'll react with that bored exasperation just like everyone expects. But privately, he'll have the swing of her hips mapped. Her mask will tilt to mimic fascination with her toy, and he'll imagine those pretty blue eyes fluttering briefly in his direction before turning back on her prey. It's a game, that's all. They just have to keep up the act a little longer.
But as much as he enjoys the fantasy, the fingers threaded through his keep him tethered, and he's hit his limit on self control. He keeps one hand locked in hers as the other shoots up to twine in her hair. He drags her down to meet his lips in a hard kiss.
Briefly, he thinks about how vindicating it would be for one of the other competitors to wander down here and catch them. There's a strong chance that would blow their plan, if only because Patience straddling a known serial killer would not be a good look. But still. It's a nice thought to linger on as he rolls his body against hers.]
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I like you, don't I?
[He rolls over to more properly face her, propping his cheek against his palm.]
Truth be told, my tastes are varied. There's not much I won't get behind, so to speak. I'm sure you're stunning no matter what you look like. With your confidence, you couldn't be anything but.
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[Taking hold of his wrist, she encourages his hand upward.]
Go on. Take it off.
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Really, this whole getup is so stuffy.
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Well, hey there, gorgeous.
[He tosses the mask aside and traces his fingers down to her neckline.]
Don't let me keep you from getting comfortable. It's your room, after all.
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[She helps herself to running a hand through his hair, and when her hand reaches back down to her collar again, she grabs a handful and pushes him roughly down against the bedspread. Grinning at him, Patience pulls her robes off over her head, revealing what she's wearing underneath: a white little number with a single red bow across the center that leaves little to the imagination, sheer stockings gripping her thighs.]
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Noted. I won't make that mistake again.
[His eyes trail over her as she slips her robes off. He has a feeling she won't mind him looking; why else would she put on a show for him? Once she's done, he lets out a low whistle.]
Is that all you've been wearing this whole competition? Damn. It's a good thing I'm already dead.
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[Crawling upward on her knees, she stares down at him, looking more like a predator than ever.]
Thoooough, it might not have been as exciting as it is now...after all the waiting.
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It's certainly given me something to look forward to.
[The only thing he had to look forward to after he was caught, actually, though that sounds awfully clingy, so he'll keep it to himself.]
What was your name before you were Patience?
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[She laces her fingers through his as they glide over her thighs.]
Now shut up and kiss me.
welp time for me to run out of appropriate icons, also sorry other mods??
[The name feels like such a foreign thing in his mouth, in the same way that it's odd to feel warm skin instead of gloves as her hand finds his. In a perfect world, he'd draw this out a bit longer, really take his time in getting to know all the soft lines of her body. He'd like to memorize her, to note every curve in precise detail so that after this, when they're forced to go back to their roles upstairs, he can relish in the privilege of holding one more secret. He'll watch her flirt coyly with Chuuya or Julius or whomever she's decided to play with to keep them off her tail, and he'll react with that bored exasperation just like everyone expects. But privately, he'll have the swing of her hips mapped. Her mask will tilt to mimic fascination with her toy, and he'll imagine those pretty blue eyes fluttering briefly in his direction before turning back on her prey. It's a game, that's all. They just have to keep up the act a little longer.
But as much as he enjoys the fantasy, the fingers threaded through his keep him tethered, and he's hit his limit on self control. He keeps one hand locked in hers as the other shoots up to twine in her hair. He drags her down to meet his lips in a hard kiss.
Briefly, he thinks about how vindicating it would be for one of the other competitors to wander down here and catch them. There's a strong chance that would blow their plan, if only because Patience straddling a known serial killer would not be a good look. But still. It's a nice thought to linger on as he rolls his body against hers.]