[ Beleth is, obviously, not doing much better on both being a disaster and making terrible decisions fronts. She tries to make good decisions, she tries to be cautious and careful and self-contained. She's been trying, and everything is still burning down around her.
If her life is taking a dive right into the void, she might as well make sure she enjoys the ride. And, while she'd never tell Kostos this, she trusts him--At least enough to be comfortable doing this. That he wouldn't make it weird, or use it against her, or do anything sketchy. It's more trust than she has in most people.
At his move, she grins up at him, taking his collar in her hands. ] I'll commit it to memory. [ And that's all she has to say before she pulls him down to press her lips against his. ]
It wasn't that much be— [ Never mind. It was good enough.
Best would have been not talking about it at all, of course, but there's no erasing the past. Or thinking about it. Or thinking about the future. That's a large part of why he likes this. Another part is that he's good at it. Other people's mildly insulting commentary aside, this is a better use of his mouth than talking. He's nimbler with his tongue. More judicious with his teeth.
But he isn't a romantic. They're only at it for thirty seconds top before he's moving his mouth to his neck and his hands in search of the hem of her shirt—vest—whatever is in his way—and the skin underneath it. ]
[ Several things occur to Beleth at once, which is several more than should be. The first is that Kostos is the first human that she’s hooked up with. There’s nothing different there, right? Surely someone would have mentioned that to her by now. The second is that they are quite literally a stones throw from her bedroom door, which is locked to the outside, as opposed to her office.
The third is that she really likes his mouth on her neck. It’s this last thought that she chooses to communicate, with a pleased purr hum. One hand moves from his collar to the back of his head—carefully, trying to give him room to decline anything she tries. The other she uses to help her shimmy a little more properly onto her desk. Thank the Creators she’d chosen a sturdy one.
Not that the Creators would approve of any of this. They’ll survive, probably. And more importantly, she’ll do more than survive. ]
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If her life is taking a dive right into the void, she might as well make sure she enjoys the ride. And, while she'd never tell Kostos this, she trusts him--At least enough to be comfortable doing this. That he wouldn't make it weird, or use it against her, or do anything sketchy. It's more trust than she has in most people.
At his move, she grins up at him, taking his collar in her hands. ] I'll commit it to memory. [ And that's all she has to say before she pulls him down to press her lips against his. ]
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Best would have been not talking about it at all, of course, but there's no erasing the past. Or thinking about it. Or thinking about the future. That's a large part of why he likes this. Another part is that he's good at it. Other people's mildly insulting commentary aside, this is a better use of his mouth than talking. He's nimbler with his tongue. More judicious with his teeth.
But he isn't a romantic. They're only at it for thirty seconds top before he's moving his mouth to his neck and his hands in search of the hem of her shirt—vest—whatever is in his way—and the skin underneath it. ]
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The third is that she really likes his mouth on her neck. It’s this last thought that she chooses to communicate, with a pleased
purrhum. One hand moves from his collar to the back of his head—carefully, trying to give him room to decline anything she tries. The other she uses to help her shimmy a little more properly onto her desk. Thank the Creators she’d chosen a sturdy one.Not that the Creators would approve of any of this. They’ll survive, probably. And more importantly, she’ll do more than survive. ]