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[ she can't see his expression from here, so she wonders if he liked what she just did. it's so... tame, compared to the other combinations they could've gotten. so she lets out a sigh of relief once he vocalizes his contentment --
only to raise an eyebrow at the next combination. maybe it means "grope chest"? no, that's barely the same as putting one's fingers into something.
but she does have... an idea. an idea which she wants to kick herself for thinking out of the box. ]
Hold on. Let me try.
[ she starts unbuttoning her dress shirt halfway down her chest, just enough to show a considerable amount of cleavage. she's not stacked unlike rodion and faust, but she's not flat either -- just average, but the appeal lies with the smattering of freckles across her collarbone and chest area that should entice just about anybody. hopefully.
looking down, she pushes her breasts together. there we go. ]
Maybe if you put your finger between them, it might work...? [ ugh, when she puts it that way it sounds so fucking insane. if only she's not so desperate for that pay-out. ] It's... worth a try, at least.
[Ishmael's quick thinking makes Charlie smile before he even knows where she's going with it. This girl doesn't want to play this game, but she's the type that meets a challenge with inspiration, huh? He likes those types-
His eyes dart to her chest, brows raised and lips jutting forward. He's impressed with how... shameless she's being. Or maybe it'd be more polite to say this is 'pragmatic' behavior. Very responsibly and completely rationally shoving her tits at him, sure.
Her freckles are cute. A fond crinkle forms at the corner of Charlie's eyes.] You.
You're thinkin'! [He points at her with the designated finger, then towards his head.] You got good ideas. Yeah, you'll do well here. [He sounds a little like a letch, but it's praise?
After running his mouth, Charlie reaches forward to press his finger into Ishmael's collarbone. He traces along it, the texture of freckled skin beneath, to trail down her sternum and then dip between her breasts. His fingers fan out, careful to hover over the actual swell of her chest and only run the one finger between them.
When he finishes his fingers curl slowly inward. That was nice.] Let's see if you can make the next one as pleasant, eh?
[ she doesn't really appreciate the praise in this context, but pragmatic is right. it's not like she has a choice for that matter aside from rerolling the dice, but then he'd be a little more ahead of her, and that means one less chance of getting that nest egg. it's not that she wanted this at all.
totally.
she looks away when charlie's eyes rove all over her, pursing her lips together when he traces a finger down towards her cleavage and lets out a soft gasp when he slides his finger down between her breasts. it... tickles a little, and she couldn't imagine how someone would find this hot, yet she's visibly blushing when he pulls away.
whatever. it counts, so it doesn't matter. hopefully that'll be the end of it. she keeps her cold gaze on the man as she rolls the dice, landing on a 5 and a 2 respectively. caress thigh.
seems easy enough, but she's not that naive. she moves her chair nearer to him so that she can put her hand on his thigh and lightly stroke it, her eyes suspiciously eyeing his crotch. it'd be a miracle if she hasn't riled him up enough to get hard from any of this. ]
[It'd be weirder if she didn't blush, really. Charlie offers a half-tilted smile and a shrug, clearly recognizing the sheen of embarrassment on her face. He won't comment.
Despite intending to leave Ishmael to her pragmatic approach for this task too, Charlie fans his leg out so his thigh brushes hers. The hand that follows feels nice, a pleasant shock of warmth and weight. Miracles do happen, though.
He's not hard.
Charlie follows her gaze, a brief exchange of confused furrowed brow before he coils his fingers to tuck the dice into his palm.] I wouldn't worry about that part- [And he casts the dice: Fondle Nipple.
Now there's something for her to worry about. Charlie's lips split into a grin the moment he reads the words. He turns to level his shoulders with his partner's, both hands raised. One palm forward, the other pointing at her disheveled shirt.]
You-
You're uh. Already half ready for this one- [Charlie's comment ends in a chuckle. This is too fucking funny. He's not laughing at her, but the absurdity of these dice leading smoothly from one move to another.
He'd wonder if they were weighted, given the Casino's bullshit... but life has a way of being funny all on its own.]
[ wouldn't worry about that part, her ass. still, if he's not yet hard, that means she's not yet trying hard enough. not sure if she should be relieved or angry about it -- or even both. she may be eye-catching due to her absurdly long and thick hair and freckles, but appearances mean jack shit in this game. well, unless if she's unique enough to have caught the attention of long-time guests of this resort to play with a newcomer like her, but that's beside the point.
but he's right, the dice roll is another conundrum, and she doesn't even have to look at his face to know that he's grinning widely right now. instead she's glaring at the set of dice like ??? how does one even fondle a nipple? wouldn't breasts make more sense? but then again, this entire game makes no sense at all, does it?
the time ticks, and charlie is waiting. ishmael pulls her hand away from his thigh and unbuttons one more button, revealing her black lace bra. ]
Meanwhile, you're all but raring to go, aren't you?
[ she pulls down one cup, revealing an already pert nipple. despite her aloof attitude, a nice pink flush has bloomed across her chest and collarbone, almost betraying her own feelings on the matter. ]
Like everything's part of your plan.
[ she's bluffing, obviously, but she's got to vent somehow when the odds are very much against her at the moment. ]
[Ishmael is enticing, though more than her freckles - which Charlie does appreciate - her appeal is novelty. Charlie's always quick to initiate with a newcomer, whether the encounter be mundane or sexual in nature. He wants to know her in any way he can... which at the moment is watching her tug her shirt and bra to bare her breast.
The flush across her chest seems to occupy her voice, too. She's not blustering, nor spitting in embarrassment, but she's also not as calm about this as she wants to seem.
Charlie shrugs.] Eh, I'm just not a shy person. [A truth offered as if he's sharing a secret.] But you've got a bold streak too-
[Which he likes. Charlie slides his finger down her sternum as he had before; this time, he splays his fingers beneath her tit. Cool skin pressed against her chest, he takes a moment to curl his nails slightly against the body beneath. Indulging himself not with a grope but the simple sensation of a living person's warmth.]
-you really wanna win, huh? [After stating the obvious, Charlie's thumb and pointer finger pinch her nipple gently. He rolls the bud between the pads of his fingers, adding just a bit more pressure as he continues. Then he relents, digits grazing over areola before he tugs her nipple between his fingers again. This time more squeeze than movement, still taking care not to toe the line of pain-
And then he's done; Charlie releases Ishmael's chest and pulls his hand back to gesture at the dice.]
[ but to win, that is, but in the end, she's still human. no matter how much she tries to hide it with her bluster and no-nonsense attitude, her body still reacts to outside stimuli as any other person out there. perhaps even more so than usual, on account of how this is practically her first time being groped like this. she shouldn't like any of this, yet her shuddering breath betrays her true emotions, trembling slightly at his... strangely cold touch?
huh, now that is weird. it's hard to ignore his frigid hand while they fondle away at one of her more sensitive areas, but it's just as difficult to focus on anything else but the pleasure zipping up and down her spine. still, she can't help but be reminded of the dead bodies she'd had to lug around back home -- whether they be her fellow sinners whenever they die during combat, or the countless sailors who have perished in her arms during her stint at sea. his hands almost feel like death, but that isn't possible when he's capable of making her this hot and bothered within just a few rolls of their game already.
and just like that, he's done. ishmael's already looking a bit disheveled compared to the beginning of the game, but that's not going to stop her from rolling the dice and hoping that the next one won't be as embarrassing.
a 12 and an 11 respectively. she stares incredulously at the die. ]
Oh, come on...!
[ she all but whines. of course the dice aren't going to let her take a break. she narrows her eyes at charlie now, staying put like some petulant child. give her a moment to recompose and think about this. ]
[First to four wins. Ishmael went first, so if she can complete her tasks without shying away from any, she'll win by default. Charlie considers, for a moment, discouraging her from following through on this roll. It'd be to his advantage... but he hadn't come to the table for a payout.
She'd been the allure, rather than any amount of chips or physical contact. So he stares, expectantly, heel bouncing while he waits.] You said you needed to win, right?
That means you can't pass. Or, you could, and I'll promise to pass my next one too. [Leaving a good impression - or as good of an impression as one can after fondling someone - is more valuable to him than monetary gain.] But if that's too complicated for you I can just...
I'll keep my hands to myself. I don't even need to look! [Perhaps all she needed was a moment to regain composure, but Charlie's never one to leave silence uninterrupted. He makes a show of looking away, turning his head to stare intently at the dice left inert on the table's surface. All while shifting his knee, as if there was a question of his own permission for the act.
If she passes, he'll make good on his promise. If not... her body will feel good - warm and flush - against his leg.]
[ she ponders over his words, still keeping her eyes narrowed on him. why would anyone want to pass on their turn when the stakes are this high, anyway? unless he's really just here for the love of the game. that makes more sense, especially with how willing she is to do whatever the dice says. he doesn't even have to do anything!
she growls from the back of her throat. then again, he did offer to skip his entirely, but somehow she doesn't trust that. it's probably a trick to lower her guard so that he can be a little ahead of her by rolling the dice himself. then she won't get that payout that she'll sorely need when her rank will be revealed once the house decides to check her in.
and so, with a sigh, she stands up from her seat and straddles his thigh, still glaring at him and making sure he's looking the fuck away. then, she places both her hands on his shoulders, and does one tentative rut on his leg.
that's... not so bad, actually. his cool skin permeating through his clothing helps somehow, and she does it again. and again, and again, closing her eyes and ducking her head low as she builds up a steady rhythm with her hips against his leg, even shifting backwards a little so that she's grinding fully against his kneecap. the friction is delicious from here, and at some point she's stopped looking at him and hides her face behind her bangs as she ducks her head low, her pants coming out in low, hot breaths with every undulation of her hips, and it doesn't seem like she's stopping anytime soon. ]
[The breath that roils in Ishamael's throat catches Charlie's ear. It prickles along the cusp; the sound of frustration entices him. He'd prefer to hear it close, a growl that he can feel as it purrs over his skin. This game may or may not indulge him, but proximity is what he's left to think on as his partner closes the distance between them.
Her weight levied on his shoulders is a pleasant surprise. Charlie is dutifully looking away, but Ishmael may catch his brows raising and his jaw shifting with unabashed amusement. This is certainly entertaining.
The heat against his leg that follows sends a skin-deep shudder up his back. That she continues long enough to leave a slick trail across his pantleg only increases the allure. One would have been enough, but she's really started to enjoy herself, huh? Charlie's fingers flex; he's tired of the 'no touching' rule.
Without stopping her, he tucks the dice into his hand and casts them once more. 3 and 3.
Permission granted by the game, Charlie - still not looking - skirts a hand up her back. He intends to pull her closer and tuck his cheek against her tits. Burying his face in them means he's still technically not watching her, right? Right.]
[ she was so close to coming, probably, and ishmael thought that maybe if she'd finally gotten the release she deserves from putting up with this stupid game, it wouldn't have mattered if she won or lost. except no, she desperately wanted to win, but getting off on someone's leg would've been a nice bonus to cap off this ground.
but she didn't expect him to break their little rule, hence her gasp when he yanks her in and buries his face between her breasts. that was enough to make her stop from dryhumping his leg, but this is still too embarrassing--!! ]
W-Wait, I told you not to touch--?!
[ her fingers dig onto his shoulders now as her chest heaves from the sudden skin contact yet again. she glares down at him, her face positively redder than ever, before her hand reaches for the back of his head and tugs his hair back to make her look at him. ]
Whatever. I win. It doesn't matter now.
[ she didn't get to finish up properly, but the sooner she gets her money's worth, the better. ]
[Had Charlie noticed Ishmael was so close to climax, he wouldn't have done anything differently. The indignant frustration she spits at him is cute, and the way she tugs his hair is satisfying. Charlie's throat strains as she peels him back, smile still stretched across his lips.]
You didn't. [His fingers drum against her spine, idly pressing into the warmth beneath.] You kissed my ear, touched my thigh, and... [He jostles his knee beneath her - careful not to bump anything too sensitive - to provide unnecessary specificity.]
The game's askin' for four. I'm supposed to kiss your chest. [With no effort to dislodge his scalp from her grasp, Charlie nods towards the dice.] You gotta roll one more time after that. [She'd lost count - and he's all too pleased to remind her that she's not rid of him yet.
A fact that's delighting him more than the promise of pressing his lips into her soft skin. It's a near thing, though. He'd been enjoying the feeling of her chest against his cheek before she'd yanked him away.]
okay, so she did lose count. can he truly blame her when she was all but getting off on his fucking knee of all places? the fact that he's rubbing her little math mistake in on top of being denied an orgasm makes a wonderfully peeved ishmael, her lips turned up in a pout as she reaches for the die and rolls her last, all while refusing to break eye contact with this guy.
an 8 and a 1 respectively. ishmael sighs a breath of relief. finally, she doesn't have to humiliate herself even further. it's not like charlie hasn't done anything wrong, and has been in fact very good at encouraging her to give in juuust a little, but spite can be a great motivator at a time like this.
so she blinks slowly down at charlie again before pinching that annoying mouth shut with all of her fingers, pulling up from his lap and onto her feet. still holding his lips together, she manages to button up her dress shirt up to her cleavage until she decides to let go of him. ]
There. Now I win. [ the payout comes in with a chime on her Watch as if on cue. ] Anything last words before we switch out?
[Ishmael's mounting irritation is beyond obvious on her face, and Charlie wonders briefly if he can manage a nip. Would her blood be to his taste? It's dubious, but with so precious few who suit his needs here, perhaps the effort is worth an attempt-
As if reading him, both the dice and the woman thwart his scheme. Charlie's lips tense beneath her fingers, smile skewed by the way she holds him.
He'll let her up without trouble, eyes darting to her watch before returning to meet hers. Not content unless he wastes another second of her time, Charlie rings his tongue along his bottom lip to stretch it after his release before offering her parting words.] Huh.
Nice to meet you, I guess. [He's clearly pleased with her, his hesitance is only a coy acknowledgement of Ishmael's own dismay.] Charlie, by the way. In case you need to call a guy to lose for you again.
[ so he really did not mind losing, huh... what a weirdo. then again, if it weren't for his encouragement, ishmael wouldn't know how to traverse this highly sexual world right on the onset. besides, it's not like she hated doing those with him either. in fact, she'd be lying if she didn't like how easy he was from this game alone.
she's silent for a moment, eyeing him more carefully before letting out a sigh, her flush still visible on her face. ]
Call me Ishmael. And... Yeah. We'll probably see each other again.
[ just a little feeling. mostly the fact that she was denied from coming, which she will forever hold against him until their next encounter.
...
yeah, she's going to take a break and get off in somewhere secluded after this. after that, the game is back on. ]
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only to raise an eyebrow at the next combination. maybe it means "grope chest"? no, that's barely the same as putting one's fingers into something.
but she does have... an idea. an idea which she wants to kick herself for thinking out of the box. ]
Hold on. Let me try.
[ she starts unbuttoning her dress shirt halfway down her chest, just enough to show a considerable amount of cleavage. she's not stacked unlike rodion and faust, but she's not flat either -- just average, but the appeal lies with the smattering of freckles across her collarbone and chest area that should entice just about anybody. hopefully.
looking down, she pushes her breasts together. there we go. ]
Maybe if you put your finger between them, it might work...? [ ugh, when she puts it that way it sounds so fucking insane. if only she's not so desperate for that pay-out. ] It's... worth a try, at least.
[ just kill her now ]
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His eyes dart to her chest, brows raised and lips jutting forward. He's impressed with how... shameless she's being. Or maybe it'd be more polite to say this is 'pragmatic' behavior. Very responsibly and completely rationally shoving her tits at him, sure.
Her freckles are cute. A fond crinkle forms at the corner of Charlie's eyes.] You.
You're thinkin'! [He points at her with the designated finger, then towards his head.] You got good ideas. Yeah, you'll do well here. [He sounds a little like a letch, but it's praise?
After running his mouth, Charlie reaches forward to press his finger into Ishmael's collarbone. He traces along it, the texture of freckled skin beneath, to trail down her sternum and then dip between her breasts. His fingers fan out, careful to hover over the actual swell of her chest and only run the one finger between them.
When he finishes his fingers curl slowly inward. That was nice.] Let's see if you can make the next one as pleasant, eh?
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totally.
she looks away when charlie's eyes rove all over her, pursing her lips together when he traces a finger down towards her cleavage and lets out a soft gasp when he slides his finger down between her breasts. it... tickles a little, and she couldn't imagine how someone would find this hot, yet she's visibly blushing when he pulls away.
whatever. it counts, so it doesn't matter. hopefully that'll be the end of it. she keeps her cold gaze on the man as she rolls the dice, landing on a 5 and a 2 respectively. caress thigh.
seems easy enough, but she's not that naive. she moves her chair nearer to him so that she can put her hand on his thigh and lightly stroke it, her eyes suspiciously eyeing his crotch. it'd be a miracle if she hasn't riled him up enough to get hard from any of this. ]
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Despite intending to leave Ishmael to her pragmatic approach for this task too, Charlie fans his leg out so his thigh brushes hers. The hand that follows feels nice, a pleasant shock of warmth and weight. Miracles do happen, though.
He's not hard.
Charlie follows her gaze, a brief exchange of confused furrowed brow before he coils his fingers to tuck the dice into his palm.] I wouldn't worry about that part- [And he casts the dice: Fondle Nipple.
Now there's something for her to worry about. Charlie's lips split into a grin the moment he reads the words. He turns to level his shoulders with his partner's, both hands raised. One palm forward, the other pointing at her disheveled shirt.]
You-
You're uh. Already half ready for this one- [Charlie's comment ends in a chuckle. This is too fucking funny. He's not laughing at her, but the absurdity of these dice leading smoothly from one move to another.
He'd wonder if they were weighted, given the Casino's bullshit... but life has a way of being funny all on its own.]
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but he's right, the dice roll is another conundrum, and she doesn't even have to look at his face to know that he's grinning widely right now. instead she's glaring at the set of dice like ??? how does one even fondle a nipple? wouldn't breasts make more sense? but then again, this entire game makes no sense at all, does it?
the time ticks, and charlie is waiting. ishmael pulls her hand away from his thigh and unbuttons one more button, revealing her black lace bra. ]
Meanwhile, you're all but raring to go, aren't you?
[ she pulls down one cup, revealing an already pert nipple. despite her aloof attitude, a nice pink flush has bloomed across her chest and collarbone, almost betraying her own feelings on the matter. ]
Like everything's part of your plan.
[ she's bluffing, obviously, but she's got to vent somehow when the odds are very much against her at the moment. ]
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The flush across her chest seems to occupy her voice, too. She's not blustering, nor spitting in embarrassment, but she's also not as calm about this as she wants to seem.
Charlie shrugs.] Eh, I'm just not a shy person. [A truth offered as if he's sharing a secret.] But you've got a bold streak too-
[Which he likes. Charlie slides his finger down her sternum as he had before; this time, he splays his fingers beneath her tit. Cool skin pressed against her chest, he takes a moment to curl his nails slightly against the body beneath. Indulging himself not with a grope but the simple sensation of a living person's warmth.]
-you really wanna win, huh? [After stating the obvious, Charlie's thumb and pointer finger pinch her nipple gently. He rolls the bud between the pads of his fingers, adding just a bit more pressure as he continues. Then he relents, digits grazing over areola before he tugs her nipple between his fingers again. This time more squeeze than movement, still taking care not to toe the line of pain-
And then he's done; Charlie releases Ishmael's chest and pulls his hand back to gesture at the dice.]
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[ but to win, that is, but in the end, she's still human. no matter how much she tries to hide it with her bluster and no-nonsense attitude, her body still reacts to outside stimuli as any other person out there. perhaps even more so than usual, on account of how this is practically her first time being groped like this. she shouldn't like any of this, yet her shuddering breath betrays her true emotions, trembling slightly at his... strangely cold touch?
huh, now that is weird. it's hard to ignore his frigid hand while they fondle away at one of her more sensitive areas, but it's just as difficult to focus on anything else but the pleasure zipping up and down her spine. still, she can't help but be reminded of the dead bodies she'd had to lug around back home -- whether they be her fellow sinners whenever they die during combat, or the countless sailors who have perished in her arms during her stint at sea. his hands almost feel like death, but that isn't possible when he's capable of making her this hot and bothered within just a few rolls of their game already.
and just like that, he's done. ishmael's already looking a bit disheveled compared to the beginning of the game, but that's not going to stop her from rolling the dice and hoping that the next one won't be as embarrassing.
a 12 and an 11 respectively. she stares incredulously at the die. ]
Oh, come on...!
[ she all but whines. of course the dice aren't going to let her take a break. she narrows her eyes at charlie now, staying put like some petulant child. give her a moment to recompose and think about this. ]
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She'd been the allure, rather than any amount of chips or physical contact. So he stares, expectantly, heel bouncing while he waits.] You said you needed to win, right?
That means you can't pass. Or, you could, and I'll promise to pass my next one too. [Leaving a good impression - or as good of an impression as one can after fondling someone - is more valuable to him than monetary gain.] But if that's too complicated for you I can just...
I'll keep my hands to myself. I don't even need to look! [Perhaps all she needed was a moment to regain composure, but Charlie's never one to leave silence uninterrupted. He makes a show of looking away, turning his head to stare intently at the dice left inert on the table's surface. All while shifting his knee, as if there was a question of his own permission for the act.
If she passes, he'll make good on his promise. If not... her body will feel good - warm and flush - against his leg.]
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she growls from the back of her throat. then again, he did offer to skip his entirely, but somehow she doesn't trust that. it's probably a trick to lower her guard so that he can be a little ahead of her by rolling the dice himself. then she won't get that payout that she'll sorely need when her rank will be revealed once the house decides to check her in.
and so, with a sigh, she stands up from her seat and straddles his thigh, still glaring at him and making sure he's looking the fuck away. then, she places both her hands on his shoulders, and does one tentative rut on his leg.
that's... not so bad, actually. his cool skin permeating through his clothing helps somehow, and she does it again. and again, and again, closing her eyes and ducking her head low as she builds up a steady rhythm with her hips against his leg, even shifting backwards a little so that she's grinding fully against his kneecap. the friction is delicious from here, and at some point she's stopped looking at him and hides her face behind her bangs as she ducks her head low, her pants coming out in low, hot breaths with every undulation of her hips, and it doesn't seem like she's stopping anytime soon. ]
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Her weight levied on his shoulders is a pleasant surprise. Charlie is dutifully looking away, but Ishmael may catch his brows raising and his jaw shifting with unabashed amusement. This is certainly entertaining.
The heat against his leg that follows sends a skin-deep shudder up his back. That she continues long enough to leave a slick trail across his pantleg only increases the allure. One would have been enough, but she's really started to enjoy herself, huh? Charlie's fingers flex; he's tired of the 'no touching' rule.
Without stopping her, he tucks the dice into his hand and casts them once more. 3 and 3.
Permission granted by the game, Charlie - still not looking - skirts a hand up her back. He intends to pull her closer and tuck his cheek against her tits. Burying his face in them means he's still technically not watching her, right? Right.]
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but she didn't expect him to break their little rule, hence her gasp when he yanks her in and buries his face between her breasts. that was enough to make her stop from dryhumping his leg, but this is still too embarrassing--!! ]
W-Wait, I told you not to touch--?!
[ her fingers dig onto his shoulders now as her chest heaves from the sudden skin contact yet again. she glares down at him, her face positively redder than ever, before her hand reaches for the back of his head and tugs his hair back to make her look at him. ]
Whatever. I win. It doesn't matter now.
[ she didn't get to finish up properly, but the sooner she gets her money's worth, the better. ]
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You didn't. [His fingers drum against her spine, idly pressing into the warmth beneath.] You kissed my ear, touched my thigh, and... [He jostles his knee beneath her - careful not to bump anything too sensitive - to provide unnecessary specificity.]
The game's askin' for four. I'm supposed to kiss your chest. [With no effort to dislodge his scalp from her grasp, Charlie nods towards the dice.] You gotta roll one more time after that. [She'd lost count - and he's all too pleased to remind her that she's not rid of him yet.
A fact that's delighting him more than the promise of pressing his lips into her soft skin. It's a near thing, though. He'd been enjoying the feeling of her chest against his cheek before she'd yanked him away.]
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fuckingdammit.
okay, so she did lose count. can he truly blame her when she was all but getting off on his fucking knee of all places? the fact that he's rubbing her little math mistake in on top of being denied an orgasm makes a wonderfully peeved ishmael, her lips turned up in a pout as she reaches for the die and rolls her last, all while refusing to break eye contact with this guy.
an 8 and a 1 respectively. ishmael sighs a breath of relief. finally, she doesn't have to humiliate herself even further. it's not like charlie hasn't done anything wrong, and has been in fact very good at encouraging her to give in juuust a little, but spite can be a great motivator at a time like this.
so she blinks slowly down at charlie again before pinching that annoying mouth shut with all of her fingers, pulling up from his lap and onto her feet. still holding his lips together, she manages to button up her dress shirt up to her cleavage until she decides to let go of him. ]
There. Now I win. [ the payout comes in with a chime on her Watch as if on cue. ] Anything last words before we switch out?
adorable
As if reading him, both the dice and the woman thwart his scheme. Charlie's lips tense beneath her fingers, smile skewed by the way she holds him.
He'll let her up without trouble, eyes darting to her watch before returning to meet hers. Not content unless he wastes another second of her time, Charlie rings his tongue along his bottom lip to stretch it after his release before offering her parting words.] Huh.
Nice to meet you, I guess. [He's clearly pleased with her, his hesitance is only a coy acknowledgement of Ishmael's own dismay.] Charlie, by the way. In case you need to call a guy to lose for you again.
hehe... there's more where that came from 🎀
she's silent for a moment, eyeing him more carefully before letting out a sigh, her flush still visible on her face. ]
Call me Ishmael. And... Yeah. We'll probably see each other again.
[ just a little feeling. mostly the fact that she was denied from coming, which she will forever hold against him until their next encounter.
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yeah, she's going to take a break and get off in somewhere secluded after this. after that, the game is back on. ]