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[He'd kind of expected her to back out by now. So the fact that she's willing to stick around is... good. He thinks. She certainly doesn't seem like she's just too scared to tell him no.]
I just mean I've never heard of it. Unless it's in the Midwest or something, I haven't really left New England.
[He also probably couldn't locate Los Angeles on a map, even if he knows what it is.]
Well, we're not New York, but not exactly Peoria, either. If you haven't been west of Philadelphia, though, I guess you could have missed it. Where in New England?
Boston, mostly. Grew up there, moved back about... five years ago? But I was in Connecticut for a bit, New Hampshire, New York. None of it's really exciting, so don't expect any good travel stories.
[ A man who makes fire with his hands and talks casually about fucking demons is nothing but exciting, she's sure.
She pulls her hair out of the neck of her robe, shaking it out, and raises her hands palms out. ] None of my business, though.
[ Then, if he seems ready and amenable, she slips her arm back around his waist and leads the way towards her room. ] Have you been here long? The Peacock?
[Something a little wary enters her expression - expecting her to push for details, and not really knowing what he'll do if she does. But.. she doesn't, so he relaxes, and easily follows her toward her room.]
Five- no, six months. I got here in the tail-end of July. Some people have been here for a few years, though - if they stick around past the first few weeks they tend to be here for a while.
[He hasn't questioned what happens to the people who don't, because that's very much not his problem.]
[ She says this like it's a joke. It is and it isn't. Wishes are for greeting cards and fairy tales, after all; the idea of having one come true is ridiculous.
But then, this place, assuming it's real -- and what's she supposed to do besides assume that it's real? -- has more than a hint of fairy tale about it. If other impossible things happen here, why not wish-granting? ]
Of course not. If anyone actually got their wish, they'd risk someone wishing for this place to stop pulling people in. Or sending everyone home.
[A pause.]
But I've been making some good progress. So I might have something to report back, in a few more months.
[Really, if he keeps at the rate he's going, it should only take him another year or so... assuming he doesn't tank his reputation any more and end up scaring off everyone he could set his sights on.]
[He pauses, studying her hand as if he's going to get new information from it. But, after a moment, he takes it.]
Careful who you make handshake deals with. There's at least two actual demons around, and these are binding contracts with them.
[Or at least, Makoto had been very intent on completing their deal even if Dodger wouldn't have blamed him for backing out. Seems like a reasonable conclusion to draw.]
So - now that we're here. How much of that shit from before do you actually want?
[ Interesting. Maybe it's just that he's so used to demons, one way or another, that he doesn't consider the warning that valuable -- no more consequential than she would consider telling someone to look both ways before crossing a street. She'll take it without pushing, she decides. ]
I don't know if I really want you to cut me, [ she says thoughtfully, waving him into the room. They're in luck: no roommates. The low futons on the floor don't offer anything for her to be tied to, she notes, if Dodger's tastes run that way, but she suspects they'll figure something out. ] Burns, though. And--
[ She reaches for one of his hands, takes it lightly by the wrist, and guides it up to her throat. When she speaks, her voice, low and husky, vibrates against his palm. ]
[Dodger knows Archduke J is easy enough to figure out, but he also knows that Makoto is very easy to pass over and not recognize as a demon. So without their explicit identities, he's really just dooming her to be nervous around anyone who looks vaguely demonic.
He nods along to the limits, while he follows her into the room. No cuts - it seems to be pretty rare to find people who really want to be cut, despite how many freaks he's met. But burns are on the table, and... his hand moves easily with her guidance, letting his fingers rest comfortably over her throat. He can't remember the last time someone actually asked to be choked, and it draws a contented noise out of him. Something akin to a wild beast being placated.]
I do, yeah.
[He thinks a little longer, and his thumb moves idly along her skin.]
What's your take on affection? Do you want me to kiss you while I'm wrecking you, or keep things strictly rough?
[Something in him relaxes further, at that encouragement. He can manage without kisses, but they really do add something. Even if it's mostly the sensation, and the trappings of intimacy.
His grip tightens slightly, just to make her breathing a little more difficult when he leans down to kiss her. The kiss is short, just testing the waters, but he's just barely holding back the urge to keep going further.]
[ The sound of her inhale turns tight between his fingers. Her lips part under his, inviting him to go deeper; he pulls back, though, and she makes a soft disappointed sound. Both her hands lift to his waist, squeezing and pulling herself closer to him, before one hand drops to palm at his cock. She wants to see if he's still hard, or if he needs some encouragement to get back to where he was. ]
[Dodger inhales a shuddering breath, going in for another kiss when she presses in closer. His cock was starting to flag while they walked, but it easily wakes back up in her hand, more eager than usual after being left wanting.
His free hand moves into Bella's hair, just idly playing with it for now while he properly deepens this kiss. His tongue is unnaturally warm like the rest of him, and it explores boldly enough that she might get a hint of the strength he's holding back in every part of him.]
[ Fuck, that's strange. Her mouth opens wider, breath gusting against his lips, as if she's trying to cool off a bite of something too hot. Another sound, too soft for a moan, escapes her; now that they aren't trying to avoid detection, it seems she can be pretty vocal.
The yukata makes it conveniently easy for her to push fabric aside and slide her hand inside his boxers. His cock is hot, too. It's bizarre. She starts to stroke, long, slow movements -- wonders what it would feel like to have it in her mouth, even as his tongue moves against hers and gives her a taste. ]
[The feeling of her hand, relatively cool against his skin, draws an eager noise from Dodger. His hips twitch a bit, chasing her hand and forcing him to break their kiss to swear under his breath. He just needs a moment to compose himself, before he seeks out another kiss.
His hand moves from her throat, down to tug her towel away and grope along her body. He... doesn't really know what he's doing, but there's some attempt to give attention to one of her breasts before he just moves on to feel along her side and then settle on her ass. That, at least, he knows how to touch. And once he finds a good spot for them, he leaves a few fresh burns in the shape of his fingertips. Mild, they'll likely heal up in a week or so, but they're harsh enough to be visible.]
[ When he pulls back from the kiss, Bella opens her eyes, long enough to take in the sight of his face. Good. Perfect.
When he pulls away her towel, she lets it fall without complaint. She also doesn't complain when he paws at her breast, but she does note that his technique is more mechanical than erotic. Come to think, the fingering in the onsen wasn't all that graceful, either. She'd put it down to the angle and unusual circumstance, but now she's starting to think it might be a more familiar masculine failing: lack of practice, due to lack of interest or lack of opportunity or a bit of both. Dodger would hardly be the first man she's encountered like that, especially in her current line of work.
But he's the first man to press his fingers to her skin and burn.
Every other thought goes out of Bella's head. She gasps. Her own hips jerk, echoing his, though her body initially tries to jump away from his hand. ]
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I just mean I've never heard of it. Unless it's in the Midwest or something, I haven't really left New England.
[He also probably couldn't locate Los Angeles on a map, even if he knows what it is.]
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[ A man who makes fire with his hands and talks casually about fucking demons is nothing but exciting, she's sure.
She pulls her hair out of the neck of her robe, shaking it out, and raises her hands palms out. ] None of my business, though.
[ Then, if he seems ready and amenable, she slips her arm back around his waist and leads the way towards her room. ] Have you been here long? The Peacock?
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Five- no, six months. I got here in the tail-end of July. Some people have been here for a few years, though - if they stick around past the first few weeks they tend to be here for a while.
[He hasn't questioned what happens to the people who don't, because that's very much not his problem.]
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[ She says this like it's a joke. It is and it isn't. Wishes are for greeting cards and fairy tales, after all; the idea of having one come true is ridiculous.
But then, this place, assuming it's real -- and what's she supposed to do besides assume that it's real? -- has more than a hint of fairy tale about it. If other impossible things happen here, why not wish-granting? ]
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Of course not. If anyone actually got their wish, they'd risk someone wishing for this place to stop pulling people in. Or sending everyone home.
[A pause.]
But I've been making some good progress. So I might have something to report back, in a few more months.
[Really, if he keeps at the rate he's going, it should only take him another year or so... assuming he doesn't tank his reputation any more and end up scaring off everyone he could set his sights on.]
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Anyway, if it's a few months down the road, I'll have something by then.
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We'll figure something out when we get there. And if you stick around, your card'll probably get me one step closer, so I'll keep that in mind.
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Deal.
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Careful who you make handshake deals with. There's at least two actual demons around, and these are binding contracts with them.
[Or at least, Makoto had been very intent on completing their deal even if Dodger wouldn't have blamed him for backing out. Seems like a reasonable conclusion to draw.]
So - now that we're here. How much of that shit from before do you actually want?
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Well -- are you giving me that intel free, or not?
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It isn't good intel. If you want to know who those demons are, that's different.
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[ Interesting. Maybe it's just that he's so used to demons, one way or another, that he doesn't consider the warning that valuable -- no more consequential than she would consider telling someone to look both ways before crossing a street. She'll take it without pushing, she decides. ]
I don't know if I really want you to cut me, [ she says thoughtfully, waving him into the room. They're in luck: no roommates. The low futons on the floor don't offer anything for her to be tied to, she notes, if Dodger's tastes run that way, but she suspects they'll figure something out. ] Burns, though. And--
[ She reaches for one of his hands, takes it lightly by the wrist, and guides it up to her throat. When she speaks, her voice, low and husky, vibrates against his palm. ]
You want to send me over the edge like this?
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He nods along to the limits, while he follows her into the room. No cuts - it seems to be pretty rare to find people who really want to be cut, despite how many freaks he's met. But burns are on the table, and... his hand moves easily with her guidance, letting his fingers rest comfortably over her throat. He can't remember the last time someone actually asked to be choked, and it draws a contented noise out of him. Something akin to a wild beast being placated.]
I do, yeah.
[He thinks a little longer, and his thumb moves idly along her skin.]
What's your take on affection? Do you want me to kiss you while I'm wrecking you, or keep things strictly rough?
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The two aren't mutually exclusive.
Do you want to kiss me? Because I'd like that.
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His grip tightens slightly, just to make her breathing a little more difficult when he leans down to kiss her. The kiss is short, just testing the waters, but he's just barely holding back the urge to keep going further.]
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His free hand moves into Bella's hair, just idly playing with it for now while he properly deepens this kiss. His tongue is unnaturally warm like the rest of him, and it explores boldly enough that she might get a hint of the strength he's holding back in every part of him.]
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The yukata makes it conveniently easy for her to push fabric aside and slide her hand inside his boxers. His cock is hot, too. It's bizarre. She starts to stroke, long, slow movements -- wonders what it would feel like to have it in her mouth, even as his tongue moves against hers and gives her a taste. ]
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His hand moves from her throat, down to tug her towel away and grope along her body. He... doesn't really know what he's doing, but there's some attempt to give attention to one of her breasts before he just moves on to feel along her side and then settle on her ass. That, at least, he knows how to touch. And once he finds a good spot for them, he leaves a few fresh burns in the shape of his fingertips. Mild, they'll likely heal up in a week or so, but they're harsh enough to be visible.]
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When he pulls away her towel, she lets it fall without complaint. She also doesn't complain when he paws at her breast, but she does note that his technique is more mechanical than erotic. Come to think, the fingering in the onsen wasn't all that graceful, either. She'd put it down to the angle and unusual circumstance, but now she's starting to think it might be a more familiar masculine failing: lack of practice, due to lack of interest or lack of opportunity or a bit of both. Dodger would hardly be the first man she's encountered like that, especially in her current line of work.
But he's the first man to press his fingers to her skin and burn.
Every other thought goes out of Bella's head. She gasps. Her own hips jerk, echoing his, though her body initially tries to jump away from his hand. ]