[He gestures to the sofa beside him, well aware that this will be a prelude to vengeance in the next night or two. Sometimes, that's just the way things must be.]
[A quick glance, before Sypha settles herself on the couch, drawing her feet up under her. One eyebrow arches ever so as she leans, draping one arm over the back of the furniture. Her eyes dance over him as she tops her head to one side.]
And what do you offer to the gummy army, and it's leader?
[Alucard sits down as well, turning to face Sypha. There's a moment of quiet contemplation before he leans in, planting an all too brief kiss to Sypha's lips.]
[It truly is far too short to be even considered for anything as her tongue darts over her lips. If he wants a pout, he certainly has achieved one from her. That small tip upward of her chin.]
[Name them? Oh, Sypha could do just that, but where would the fun be in it? No, she would rather show her terms to him, as her lithe fingers sought purchase on his shirt, tugging downward even as she leaned forward to initiate a far deeper and longer kiss than he had offered.]
[On one hand: this is all going according to plan and Alucard could not be happier about that. He's far too happy to be led, to have fingers tug on the fabric of his shirt, and to force an absolutely ridiculous call and response.
On the other: wait, he had a plan besides find an excuse to make out?]
Hm.
[There's a slow, thoughtful rumble as she breaks the kiss, and it's at that point one of Alucard's hands reaches up to rest gently on Sypha's cheek, the other finding a spot right above her hip bone. With that movement, there's no more distance between them either.]
So, more like this?
[There's a trick to kissing a dhampir, and that is once mouths open and tongues are permitted to explore, one needs to be very careful with fangs. Alucard does just that as he lingers against Sypha, the slow speed deliberate and so very, very purposeful - not just because of fangs, but because teasing is also the point.]
[Her plan is not only better, but it is nicer, is it not?
Those hooded blue eyes regard him as he makes that noise, not releasing her grip, even if she knows that he could outmatch her strength wise. Sometimes it's not about that though, as physical is not the only strength that can be had. Still, it is a pleasant noise, she thinks, one that vibrates in his chest as he makes it, felt on her own skin in turn.
And yes, most certainly more like that...
Her grip tightens, and she has no doubt that he is provoking her with the choice of speed. She is of two minds in that regard, as she can either press her own advantage, or linger for a moment in his. She chooses the latter for the time being, simply savouring the feeling of his mouth over hers, the press of his fingers on her hip, and the almost delicate way he cups her cheek.
Yet she is the conquering force, is she not? Her free hand moves to slip over his shoulders, fingers splaying in to his hair, as she pushes herself up and against him. He may have her at a disadvantage standing, but here she can rise to her knees, until she is the one towering, to give a small flick of her tongue against a fang.]
[Alucard had considered that Sypha might try to speed things along. He planned for that, although he failed to account for how wonderful it is to have fingers in his hair, to have her right up against him like this.
The hand at her hip has one job and one job only, and that is to herd Sypha into his lap entirely. Oh, sure, she can keep her knees balanced on either side, but eventually there will be exhaustion and she will be settled right where he wants her to be.
There's a stillness as tongue brushes against fang, but that's to ensure that no blood is drawn. Once the moment has passed, there's a new and sudden aggression in his affections, the hand on her cheek moving, holding onto her other side much more firmly now.]
[He may seek to shepherd their actions, to broker them to his conditions, but turn about is fair play. Sypha is good at pushing buttons, at finding cracks, and she knows how to exploit them with him. Of course, the same could well be said in turn, as he knows all of her weaknesses as well. The only difference is his slow burn juxtaposed against her harder motions.
Sypha does manage to keep her balance, and may have kept it far longer out of sheer stubbornness had she known his mind. She doesn't, but it is pleasant from here, feeling the silken texture of his hair slip through her fingers, to have the steady firmness of his chest by hers. He is a very handsome individual, and there is no denying that.
Her lips do brush teasingly over his, once, twice, before that thick voice hums, mouth still hovering over his.]
See. Showing is better than telling, no?
[Although what can Sypha say. She is greedy, and her terms are far from met as she lowers herself to rest on his lap.]
[Alucard's smile is razor sharp, aware that they've both reached the same conclusion about where this is probably going to end. It's hardly the first time the library's bore witness to this, and it won't be the last.
He does pull back though, because it is far better for him to bury his face into her shoulder. To use one hand to tug at fabric, exposing skin, and then apply a flurry of kisses to what he can reach. It means that there's more hair for Sypha to take in hand, and that some of it falls down and out, brushing against her chest, a few flyaways sticking to the fabric of the sofa itself.
What he isn't kissing (and never kisses without explicit permission) is her neck.]
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[There is a smile and a soft chuckle at his words, although her eyes are still only for him, pupils blown in desire. A protest falls past her lips as he retreats, mouth starting to open to give a quick quip, but it falls away in to a low moan as his lips dance over her skin.
No doubt some may look upon him with horror due to his lineage, and Sypha knows a thing about that. All three of them have been judged by false beliefs, and in their cases, they couldn't be further from the truth. She's seen him fight, that raw strength and poise, and yet he is as delicate and gentle now as a lamb. One with sharp pointy fangs, mind...
Her hand does turn, to stroke down those golden threads, only to reach up again, fingers pressing against the nape of his neck. It is those small pleasurable noises that slip past her lips as she squirms on Alucard's lap. Her hand comes free from his shirt, to join the other one in his hair, and while he may skirt around her neck, Sypha trusts him wholly. It is why her head lolls to the side and her fingers press ever so, guiding, but not demanding, permission granted but not forced.]
WELP. and now im heading to bed so UNTIL TOMORROW....
[Alucard understands that not only is permission given, but that he is more than welcome to move towards Sypha's neck. It's one of those wordless gestures that has developed as a natural outgrowth of this relationship, and it is a pleasure in and itself.
He moves from shoulder to neck with a slow, careful trail of kisses that linger in each spot for almost a moment too long. That's on purpose too, because Alucard still wants to hold a few cards in this thing that's still, in theory, a negoation.
Having Sypha squirm in place is cruel though, because what it provokes is a half roll of his hips. That was a tool for later, to be strategically used for effect rather than used so early on.]
[Her fingers curl against the nape of his neck, digging lightly at his toying movements. Sypha's not surprised at his course of action, given how chaste his movements has been, knowing that he is doing it on purpose and not for any other reason. At least no more. There had been some learning curves in the beginning, but that's settled since.
Sypha gives that soft moan as he meanders, taking his bloody awful time, and she debates whether to give ground and force her hand, or sit back. It is hard at times to see what reaction she can obtain from him, as he tends towards stoic, but there... His body responds on kind to her own instinctual movements, her legs squeezing ever so as she finds her breath hitching with that upward roll of his.
She gives that hum, nails scraping over his scalp as one hand glides down the length of his hair, giving a small tug before releasing. Yet that hand isn't idle or passive, dragging down his chest, twitching as his lips press. Her fingers twist, pulling the hem of his shirt up, until her thumb can skim along his abdomen.
They are of two different minds, not that Sypha actually has qualms about his leisurely pace. It is nice, and does bring a flush to her cheeks, but so does giving another downward roll of her hips, grinding circular.]
[Sypha's fingers against Alucard's neck are a thing unto themselves. The motions there draw quick, sharper breaths from him than anything else, because surprise: anything involving necks is a Thing for the dhampir.
Still, his progress is careful and measured, because to kiss up Sypha's neck and ending just below her jawline is something worth doing slowly. Not just because of all the wonderful noises she makes and the way he can feel every one of them while he is pressed so close against her, but because against her neck, Alucard can feel the change in her heartrate. There's such a thrill to it that he should be ashamed, but oh no. This is pure delight for him.
A warm hand against cool flesh gets a deep sigh out of him, one too besotted to function for a moment. He's still pressed against her neck, but that is changing now, as he must ask one question:]
General. [Because this is still sort of a negotiation.] Is the loss of my shirt a part of your terms?
[He has to absolutely control his hips to not respond to any provocation.]
[It's those little things that Sypha knows, that she could press further if she so desired, that she has pressed further in the past. She may well return there again later, but she has her own agenda, and she hums, fingers drumming against his side.
He is very distracting, especially as he seems to be covering every inch of her flesh with his mouth. Her voice gives a measure of calm, but the flush on her skin and the measure of her heartbeat claim others.]
Mhmm. The gummy army demands some territories to be surrendered.
[Like his shirt, to begin with... Other items are certain to follow, as she moves to draw the fabric slowly up, fingers exploring his skin as if it were unexplored land and she needed to memorize the lay of it. Of course she has seen him before, has been with him before, but it never gets old or tiresome.]
[Alucard withdraws his hands in full, raising them up over his head so that removing his shirt is easier for Sypha. It is important, in negotiations, to be helpful about such things.]
And in examining the territories underneath, what is to be found?
[It is a little awkward, being positioned like this. It isn't a hardship though, because for all of Sypha's time, there is a chance to luxuriate in her touches.]
[There is a downside to it, of course, being that his hands have to leave, but Sypha has no doubts that they will return. She does take her time though, leaning slightly back on his lap, to continue to run those slightly calloused finger tips over his flesh. Alucard is lean, a fighter's body, of muscle and sinew, and she savours the feel as she moves it up and over his head.
Her body contorts, leaning forward to brush a kiss against his chest. It's her turn now to take her time, trailing them upwards, until her lips dart along his collar bone, a small nip. She works it as a co-ordinated attack, moving the shirt over Alucard's head just as her lips nibble at his neck. She does pause, mouth vibrating in a hum, contemplating.]
Oh, just what kinds of resources I have now gained.
[Alucard doesn't mind having his arms forced to hover up and above for a time. It's not a hardship, if anything, it makes things all the better when the shirt is finally up over his head. He can wave it away with a simple movement, and it's at that exact point when he feels Sypha's lips hit his neck.
Oh, all the kisses to his chest and upward were wonderful, without a doubt lovely, but it's that nibbler and the sensation of vibration that follows that gets a near maidenly sigh out of him.]
[Her tongue flicks out, lapping along the line of his neck, trying to invoke another such sound as the one that he has just made. It is a nice sound, and not one you might expect from the dhampir on first glance, which is why Sypha wants to hear it again. It's those little things that she enjoys.]
Oh? Hmm. And how would you like to amend that?
[Drawing her face away again, to glance up at him.]
[There is another such sound indeed, but it comes from deeper in the pit of Alucard's stomach, all rumbly like a cat's. (He is, of course, not a cat if his fursona is anything to go by.) It is coupled with him trying to shift his legs beneath Sypha, which only results in accidentally rubbing against her thighs.
Amend, amend....Alucard considers this as one of his hands moves all too carefully to take Sypha's breast, to squeeze it with the same measured consideration that all other actions have had so far. It is coupled with him leaning forward, a slight smirk across his features.]
[That soft but pleased chuckle slips past her lips. He might play slow and cold, and play it very well, but his body tells a completely different story. Then again, she also knows that if he so desired, he would give in to those urges. No, they are each playing their own hand in this.
A catch in her breath before she swallows gingerly though, surprised as his hand finds her breath, and yes, that is quite lovely. Her lips part, tongue caught between her teeth and oh! Her eyes narrow, not failing to note that smirk. That small huff as she wiggles, purposefully pressing down with her thigh to create friction. There's nothing accidental about that, nor about her leaning forward, pressing her breath harder in to his grasp.]
Fair? I seem to recall that you were taken, surrounded, caught unawares!
Ah, and here you betray that you don't understand diplomacy. Giving little things early on mean that you can well and truly rule when the major matters are brought up and must be decided.
[There's a laugh in Alucard's voice as he says it, aware that this entire exchange is both downright ridiculous and far too arousing, which it has no right to be in the first place. He's much too content with the flow of events, the ebb and tide of exchange, how the pretense of negotiations egg them both on.
His fingers react automatically as Sypha presses against Alucard's hand. Through the fabric, they grasp on harder, then move so that the pads of them drag fabric over Sypha's breast for a new form of friction. One passes oh too lightly over her nipple as a happy accident, but when his hand moves the opposite direction, that pass over is so very deliberate.
Pressing down against his thigh though? That's playing dirty, and Alucard makes a deliberate attempt to not respond to it, even as his hips try to rebel against that control. His own face has whisps of color in the cheeks, but the smirk? That's still there.]
Mm. Or maybe I'm just a dictator, taking what I want...
[An emphasis is placed on the want, drawing that word out as she gives him that heated look, although the laughter in his tone has her huffing a little. It fades as quickly as it comes though, as of course he isn't just going to idly sit there and let her boss him around, at least not completely... She can feel the goosebumps start to rise over her skin, knowing that nothing he is doing is accidental.
It's heat that flushes to her core as his thumb teases, drawing her nipple to a perk, and yes, she would have to admit that it is completely lovely, but it could be better still.]
But perhaps you have persuaded me...
[That low purr to her voice and she makes no effort to remain still, hips continuing to slowly rock, liking the friction of their two bodies pressing together, of the surety of his grip, the controlled manner in which his hand moves. She slowly moves back, weight shifting to grind harder down, thighs tightening to keep herself steady as her hands leave him, to slowly tug her own shirt upwards. It is a quick of an eyebrow, arousal clear on her features as her eyes never leave his.]
[The smart ass response of how is that different from normal? goes unsaid, and everyone is all the better for it. Alucard knows that it would ruin this absolutely lovely, wonderful perfect moment. Besides, he'd hate himself for destroying the chance to look at Sypha like this.
She's wonderful. Beautiful. As bright as the flames she summons forth, and oh isn't that the greatest irony of this situation? He and Trevor have been far too scarred by fire in their lives, and yet their greatest love is Sypha who burns all too brightly.
This time when Sypha's hips rock against him, Alucard does respond. The motion is smooth and controlled and drawn out, pressing up and against her with the sureity of a wave moving across the ocean. And that's all fine and good, until the grinding gets an honest to God moan out of him that is completely unfair.
He watches carefully as Sypha's hands withdraw. As they take off her shirt, and there's a flush of pink to his cheeks that on anyone else would be a bright and burning red. There's a sigh that leaves him, unsteady and hitched, but oh, they're even now and that gives him a new opening.
The shirt's gone, and that means Alucard can lean in and press his lips to the spaces where his hands were only moments before. Oh, it means no more eye contact, for his head is now bowed low as he presses kiss after kiss after kiss to her breast, never lingering in one place. It's a race to see how long it takes to cover every inch of skin in affection now, and there's such joy in the action that it's clear he has forgotten the nonsense set up of all of this.]
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[He gestures to the sofa beside him, well aware that this will be a prelude to vengeance in the next night or two. Sometimes, that's just the way things must be.]
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And what do you offer to the gummy army, and it's leader?
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[Alucard sits down as well, turning to face Sypha. There's a moment of quiet contemplation before he leans in, planting an all too brief kiss to Sypha's lips.]
That is my opening offer.
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Your opening offer is lacking. I expect... more.
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Name your terms then.
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Something more like that.
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On the other: wait, he had a plan besides find an excuse to make out?]
Hm.
[There's a slow, thoughtful rumble as she breaks the kiss, and it's at that point one of Alucard's hands reaches up to rest gently on Sypha's cheek, the other finding a spot right above her hip bone. With that movement, there's no more distance between them either.]
So, more like this?
[There's a trick to kissing a dhampir, and that is once mouths open and tongues are permitted to explore, one needs to be very careful with fangs. Alucard does just that as he lingers against Sypha, the slow speed deliberate and so very, very purposeful - not just because of fangs, but because teasing is also the point.]
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Those hooded blue eyes regard him as he makes that noise, not releasing her grip, even if she knows that he could outmatch her strength wise. Sometimes it's not about that though, as physical is not the only strength that can be had. Still, it is a pleasant noise, she thinks, one that vibrates in his chest as he makes it, felt on her own skin in turn.
And yes, most certainly more like that...
Her grip tightens, and she has no doubt that he is provoking her with the choice of speed. She is of two minds in that regard, as she can either press her own advantage, or linger for a moment in his. She chooses the latter for the time being, simply savouring the feeling of his mouth over hers, the press of his fingers on her hip, and the almost delicate way he cups her cheek.
Yet she is the conquering force, is she not? Her free hand moves to slip over his shoulders, fingers splaying in to his hair, as she pushes herself up and against him. He may have her at a disadvantage standing, but here she can rise to her knees, until she is the one towering, to give a small flick of her tongue against a fang.]
My notiffs are about an hour behind, ugh
The hand at her hip has one job and one job only, and that is to herd Sypha into his lap entirely. Oh, sure, she can keep her knees balanced on either side, but eventually there will be exhaustion and she will be settled right where he wants her to be.
There's a stillness as tongue brushes against fang, but that's to ensure that no blood is drawn. Once the moment has passed, there's a new and sudden aggression in his affections, the hand on her cheek moving, holding onto her other side much more firmly now.]
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Sypha does manage to keep her balance, and may have kept it far longer out of sheer stubbornness had she known his mind. She doesn't, but it is pleasant from here, feeling the silken texture of his hair slip through her fingers, to have the steady firmness of his chest by hers. He is a very handsome individual, and there is no denying that.
Her lips do brush teasingly over his, once, twice, before that thick voice hums, mouth still hovering over his.]
See. Showing is better than telling, no?
[Although what can Sypha say. She is greedy, and her terms are far from met as she lowers herself to rest on his lap.]
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[Alucard's smile is razor sharp, aware that they've both reached the same conclusion about where this is probably going to end. It's hardly the first time the library's bore witness to this, and it won't be the last.
He does pull back though, because it is far better for him to bury his face into her shoulder. To use one hand to tug at fabric, exposing skin, and then apply a flurry of kisses to what he can reach. It means that there's more hair for Sypha to take in hand, and that some of it falls down and out, brushing against her chest, a few flyaways sticking to the fabric of the sofa itself.
What he isn't kissing (and never kisses without explicit permission) is her neck.]
then my internet goes down and my laptop decides to update
No doubt some may look upon him with horror due to his lineage, and Sypha knows a thing about that. All three of them have been judged by false beliefs, and in their cases, they couldn't be further from the truth. She's seen him fight, that raw strength and poise, and yet he is as delicate and gentle now as a lamb. One with sharp pointy fangs, mind...
Her hand does turn, to stroke down those golden threads, only to reach up again, fingers pressing against the nape of his neck. It is those small pleasurable noises that slip past her lips as she squirms on Alucard's lap. Her hand comes free from his shirt, to join the other one in his hair, and while he may skirt around her neck, Sypha trusts him wholly. It is why her head lolls to the side and her fingers press ever so, guiding, but not demanding, permission granted but not forced.]
WELP. and now im heading to bed so UNTIL TOMORROW....
He moves from shoulder to neck with a slow, careful trail of kisses that linger in each spot for almost a moment too long. That's on purpose too, because Alucard still wants to hold a few cards in this thing that's still, in theory, a negoation.
Having Sypha squirm in place is cruel though, because what it provokes is a half roll of his hips. That was a tool for later, to be strategically used for effect rather than used so early on.]
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Sypha gives that soft moan as he meanders, taking his bloody awful time, and she debates whether to give ground and force her hand, or sit back. It is hard at times to see what reaction she can obtain from him, as he tends towards stoic, but there... His body responds on kind to her own instinctual movements, her legs squeezing ever so as she finds her breath hitching with that upward roll of his.
She gives that hum, nails scraping over his scalp as one hand glides down the length of his hair, giving a small tug before releasing. Yet that hand isn't idle or passive, dragging down his chest, twitching as his lips press. Her fingers twist, pulling the hem of his shirt up, until her thumb can skim along his abdomen.
They are of two different minds, not that Sypha actually has qualms about his leisurely pace. It is nice, and does bring a flush to her cheeks, but so does giving another downward roll of her hips, grinding circular.]
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Still, his progress is careful and measured, because to kiss up Sypha's neck and ending just below her jawline is something worth doing slowly. Not just because of all the wonderful noises she makes and the way he can feel every one of them while he is pressed so close against her, but because against her neck, Alucard can feel the change in her heartrate. There's such a thrill to it that he should be ashamed, but oh no. This is pure delight for him.
A warm hand against cool flesh gets a deep sigh out of him, one too besotted to function for a moment. He's still pressed against her neck, but that is changing now, as he must ask one question:]
General. [Because this is still sort of a negotiation.] Is the loss of my shirt a part of your terms?
[He has to absolutely control his hips to not respond to any provocation.]
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He is very distracting, especially as he seems to be covering every inch of her flesh with his mouth. Her voice gives a measure of calm, but the flush on her skin and the measure of her heartbeat claim others.]
Mhmm. The gummy army demands some territories to be surrendered.
[Like his shirt, to begin with... Other items are certain to follow, as she moves to draw the fabric slowly up, fingers exploring his skin as if it were unexplored land and she needed to memorize the lay of it. Of course she has seen him before, has been with him before, but it never gets old or tiresome.]
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[Alucard withdraws his hands in full, raising them up over his head so that removing his shirt is easier for Sypha. It is important, in negotiations, to be helpful about such things.]
And in examining the territories underneath, what is to be found?
[It is a little awkward, being positioned like this. It isn't a hardship though, because for all of Sypha's time, there is a chance to luxuriate in her touches.]
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Her body contorts, leaning forward to brush a kiss against his chest. It's her turn now to take her time, trailing them upwards, until her lips dart along his collar bone, a small nip. She works it as a co-ordinated attack, moving the shirt over Alucard's head just as her lips nibble at his neck. She does pause, mouth vibrating in a hum, contemplating.]
Oh, just what kinds of resources I have now gained.
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Oh, all the kisses to his chest and upward were wonderful, without a doubt lovely, but it's that nibbler and the sensation of vibration that follows that gets a near maidenly sigh out of him.]
I feel that it might be disproportionate.
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Oh? Hmm. And how would you like to amend that?
[Drawing her face away again, to glance up at him.]
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Amend, amend....Alucard considers this as one of his hands moves all too carefully to take Sypha's breast, to squeeze it with the same measured consideration that all other actions have had so far. It is coupled with him leaning forward, a slight smirk across his features.]
The removal of your shirt as well seems fair.
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A catch in her breath before she swallows gingerly though, surprised as his hand finds her breath, and yes, that is quite lovely. Her lips part, tongue caught between her teeth and oh! Her eyes narrow, not failing to note that smirk. That small huff as she wiggles, purposefully pressing down with her thigh to create friction. There's nothing accidental about that, nor about her leaning forward, pressing her breath harder in to his grasp.]
Fair? I seem to recall that you were taken, surrounded, caught unawares!
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[There's a laugh in Alucard's voice as he says it, aware that this entire exchange is both downright ridiculous and far too arousing, which it has no right to be in the first place. He's much too content with the flow of events, the ebb and tide of exchange, how the pretense of negotiations egg them both on.
His fingers react automatically as Sypha presses against Alucard's hand. Through the fabric, they grasp on harder, then move so that the pads of them drag fabric over Sypha's breast for a new form of friction. One passes oh too lightly over her nipple as a happy accident, but when his hand moves the opposite direction, that pass over is so very deliberate.
Pressing down against his thigh though? That's playing dirty, and Alucard makes a deliberate attempt to not respond to it, even as his hips try to rebel against that control. His own face has whisps of color in the cheeks, but the smirk? That's still there.]
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[An emphasis is placed on the want, drawing that word out as she gives him that heated look, although the laughter in his tone has her huffing a little. It fades as quickly as it comes though, as of course he isn't just going to idly sit there and let her boss him around, at least not completely... She can feel the goosebumps start to rise over her skin, knowing that nothing he is doing is accidental.
It's heat that flushes to her core as his thumb teases, drawing her nipple to a perk, and yes, she would have to admit that it is completely lovely, but it could be better still.]
But perhaps you have persuaded me...
[That low purr to her voice and she makes no effort to remain still, hips continuing to slowly rock, liking the friction of their two bodies pressing together, of the surety of his grip, the controlled manner in which his hand moves. She slowly moves back, weight shifting to grind harder down, thighs tightening to keep herself steady as her hands leave him, to slowly tug her own shirt upwards. It is a quick of an eyebrow, arousal clear on her features as her eyes never leave his.]
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[The smart ass response of how is that different from normal? goes unsaid, and everyone is all the better for it. Alucard knows that it would ruin this absolutely lovely, wonderful perfect moment. Besides, he'd hate himself for destroying the chance to look at Sypha like this.
She's wonderful. Beautiful. As bright as the flames she summons forth, and oh isn't that the greatest irony of this situation? He and Trevor have been far too scarred by fire in their lives, and yet their greatest love is Sypha who burns all too brightly.
This time when Sypha's hips rock against him, Alucard does respond. The motion is smooth and controlled and drawn out, pressing up and against her with the sureity of a wave moving across the ocean. And that's all fine and good, until the grinding gets an honest to God moan out of him that is completely unfair.
He watches carefully as Sypha's hands withdraw. As they take off her shirt, and there's a flush of pink to his cheeks that on anyone else would be a bright and burning red. There's a sigh that leaves him, unsteady and hitched, but oh, they're even now and that gives him a new opening.
The shirt's gone, and that means Alucard can lean in and press his lips to the spaces where his hands were only moments before. Oh, it means no more eye contact, for his head is now bowed low as he presses kiss after kiss after kiss to her breast, never lingering in one place. It's a race to see how long it takes to cover every inch of skin in affection now, and there's such joy in the action that it's clear he has forgotten the nonsense set up of all of this.]
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