[At that she puts on her most innocent expression, hands clasped demurely in front of her as if she'd just looked up from her daily prayers instead of shooting him the coeurl-with-the-cream face. She even bats her eyelashes at him.]
Aww, but Reno, you can't mean that! I've been nothing but nice so far!
[This is also the sign that she's determining how hard she's going to bite, and his idea that she might literally be out for blood is sounding more appealing by the moment. Go ahead Reno, keep digging that grave, my guy.]
Well, since you offered~...
[How can she POSSIBLY resist when he even leans back and tugs on his shirt collar like that? But if he thinks she's going straight for the kill (literal or otherwise) he is going to find himself very mistaken.
One hand settles on his leg, her fingers sliding up under the hem of his oversized shirt to get a better grip as she leans over, her lips brushing his earlobe and jaw, her bangs and a loose curl tickling his cheek as she whispers. This close it's easy to smell the alcohol on her, see how unfocused her gaze really is.]
Just remember: you started it. No complaining.
[And then her lips are gliding over his neck, tongue dragging across his skin as she looks for the perfect spot and finds it. His pulse is hot beneath her tongue and her head immediately fills with a wonderfully terrible idea. For a moment it just feels like she's going to tease him, circling the spot with the tip of her tongue to taunt him before she gives a playful growl and bites. Not hard enough to draw blood yet, but her teeth will certainly leave a mark as she sucks hard, determined to get a yell out of him before she's done.]
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Aww, but Reno, you can't mean that! I've been nothing but nice so far!
[This is also the sign that she's determining how hard she's going to bite, and his idea that she might literally be out for blood is sounding more appealing by the moment. Go ahead Reno, keep digging that grave, my guy.]
Well, since you offered~...
[How can she POSSIBLY resist when he even leans back and tugs on his shirt collar like that? But if he thinks she's going straight for the kill (literal or otherwise) he is going to find himself very mistaken.
One hand settles on his leg, her fingers sliding up under the hem of his oversized shirt to get a better grip as she leans over, her lips brushing his earlobe and jaw, her bangs and a loose curl tickling his cheek as she whispers. This close it's easy to smell the alcohol on her, see how unfocused her gaze really is.]
Just remember: you started it. No complaining.
[And then her lips are gliding over his neck, tongue dragging across his skin as she looks for the perfect spot and finds it. His pulse is hot beneath her tongue and her head immediately fills with a wonderfully terrible idea. For a moment it just feels like she's going to tease him, circling the spot with the tip of her tongue to taunt him before she gives a playful growl and bites. Not hard enough to draw blood yet, but her teeth will certainly leave a mark as she sucks hard, determined to get a yell out of him before she's done.]