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Feb 29, 2016 0:24:05 GMT
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Post by Eto on Feb 29, 2016 0:24:05 GMT
Morning, or what could be called something related to morning. How do you describe morning in a place with no solar activity? Emerald eyes opened slowly, peering at a vaguely familiar ceiling, the bleeding occurring immediately as his eyes shifted to their normal ruby hue. Slowly his mind began to piece together the events of the previous evening.
The tense body curled up atop of him was radiating a very comfortable warmth that he was intimately familiar. With a gentle smile on that reached up to his eyes, he leaned over kissing Don gently on the shoulder as his delicate fingertips drew tiny patterns into the small of her back.
A comfortable smile touched his face as he closed his eyes, paying attention to each separate movement of his fingers across her delicate skin. It was a very comforting gesture, to himself because it helped prove her existence, and to her he hoped to diminish the stress she obviously felt as she slept.
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Feb 29, 2016 0:43:31 GMT
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Post by Don on Feb 29, 2016 0:43:31 GMT
Don did not breathe in her sleep, but her power coursed through her demonic form. Her comfortable position meant that he saw her as she was: red skin, grey hair, and claws that could shred skin. As he comforted her, her frame began to relax and a soft noise pulled from her lips. It could almost be called a moan.
It took some time for her to stir, but a few moments later, her body instinctively grinded against his side and she yawned. Fingers curling, her nails seemed to shorten, back to the almost human look, and she rubbed her cheek on his chest like a cat.
"Mmm." Obviously, she didn't want to get up. The room was warm and familiar, her body stretched out in its full glory. There was no host to limit her power or strength. And there was an Eto comforting her.
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Confusion
Feb 29, 2016 1:39:01 GMT
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Post by Eto on Feb 29, 2016 1:39:01 GMT
"Good morning Don." He purred, still tracing patterns into the small of her back. That same smile very obvious in his voice. "Sleep well?" He asked, still basking in the warmth she seemed to absolutely radiate.
He turned slightly, letting his hand slide through her hair with the delicate precision he used to play the piano. His lips met her forehead as he began to hum an old Tarantella. His frail chest vibrating with the almost decadent tune.
Each motion, both on her back and in her hair, different, but perfectly timed with his song.
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Feb 29, 2016 3:35:07 GMT
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Post by Don on Feb 29, 2016 3:35:07 GMT
Don purred softly as he caressed her, simply enjoying the attention she was receiving. She murmured his name against his side, before, suddenly, the realization struck her. Her eyes flew open with an audible squeak and she squirmed, pushing herself up enough to stare at him, shock obvious upon her face.
"Eto," she repeated, this time far more concerned. She looked over his beautiful, naked body, then looked away quickly. What had she done? She cleared her throat, skin flushing pale, body returning to its usual glamour. If he would let her, she'd scramble to a sitting position next to him. "I, ah... Fuck."
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Feb 29, 2016 4:08:56 GMT
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Post by Eto on Feb 29, 2016 4:08:56 GMT
Eto watched her move with obvious confusion written all over his face as he sat up, following her movements. He let her go, not one for force in any situation like the one the pair had found themselves in.
Tilting his head to the side he watched her, not bothering to cover any of his alabaster form, the bone white tattoos, were still only barely visible but clearly displayed. "You okay Don?" He asked her in the same tone he'd always asked her when she awoke in his Penthouse in Nagasaki.
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Feb 29, 2016 4:13:37 GMT
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Post by Don on Feb 29, 2016 4:13:37 GMT
"I, uh, I mean, you're not, FUCK."
Panic became obvious as her gaze fell on her own form. Completely nude, exposed, it was easy to recall what the two had done the night before. It was the first time she had actually woken next to a partner. She and Lucy had a strict split policy, and any others she may have been involved with over the years were nothing more than one night stands. Nothing to even think about once the act was over.
She looked away, face flushing with very human heat. Her body gave a vicious shiver as she contemplated the severity of what they had just done. Did she mess everything up? Had he agreed to it all or had she technically manipulated him? She pushed her hands into her face and rubbed her eyes and cheeks.
"Oh FUCK."
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Feb 29, 2016 4:32:36 GMT
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Post by Eto on Feb 29, 2016 4:32:36 GMT
Thin, wiry arms wrapped around Don, protectively, his colder chest pressing up against her back slowly, there was no force, no violence to it, merely comfort. "Hey Don, it's me. It's Eto, it's okay, everything is going to be okay Don, everything's going okay."
His arms tightened around her, not uncomfortably so, but with that same confidence and assurance he'd held her with the night she burned down the bar. His lips would kiss the top of her head gently, and he'd just keep a hold of her.
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Feb 29, 2016 4:37:04 GMT
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Post by Don on Feb 29, 2016 4:37:04 GMT
Instinct made her flinch as his arms wrapped around her, as it always seemed to, but a quick glance between her fingers told her that it was him, indeed. She took a deep breath, face still buried in her hands, and tried to calm herself down. Since the first night, he had been nothing but kind, even when they slung insults at each other.
She wanted to ask him, to be blunt and brutal with her words, but they died in her throat. She shuddered, turning her frame to lean into his arms, trying hard to draw comfort from his embrace. He didn't seem to hate her... but how could he not? When she had taken such direct advantage over his situation?
"I guess... I have to call you Devil Fucker, now?" It was her lame attempt to feel the situation out.
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Feb 29, 2016 5:18:26 GMT
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Post by Eto on Feb 29, 2016 5:18:26 GMT
His lips still pressed up against her shoulder would turn into a small smile, his voice, barely muffled would be very easy to understand. "Depends, do I get to call you a vampire fucker?" He asked, releasing the hold to trace his fingers up and down her sides. His lips moving to her neck as he trailed delicate little kisses up to the back of her ear.
"We're fine Don. We're okay little demon." He kissed back down her neck to her shoulder, his fingers trailing up and down her sides. "We've got this, remember?" He asked softly against her neck.
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Feb 29, 2016 6:09:31 GMT
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Post by Don on Feb 29, 2016 6:09:31 GMT
A little chuckle escaped her as his words finally sunk in. Turning her gaze on Eto once more, there was a smile growing underneath her hands. Slowly, she moved her fingers to his cheek, delicately brushing them over his skin. Don took in a deep breath.
Then, she moved forward, fingers slipping into his hair and her lips finding his once more. Even focused as she was, the moment she kissed him, her aggression seemed to melt away in favor of passion.
"So you're... okay?" She murmured, breaking the kiss to look him over, searching for some sign of deceit.
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Feb 29, 2016 7:54:23 GMT
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Post by Eto on Feb 29, 2016 7:54:23 GMT
Eto pressed his cheek into her fingertips, closing his eyes again. Her proximity, more than relaxing him. God she felt like hell, like home. Her lips pressed against his and he wrapped his fingers up in her hair gently, deepening the kiss only until she broke it.
"Yeah Don, we're good." He eyes opened slowly and lazily. There was obviously comfort and pleasure on his face, but those eyes held a protective compassionate fire that wouldn't be surprised.
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Feb 29, 2016 7:57:10 GMT
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Post by Don on Feb 29, 2016 7:57:10 GMT
"Good," she murmured, falling easily back into his kiss. Somewhere deep within her mind, she knew she shouldn't be doing this. She should not be complicating things even further, or caring so much about somebody right as they planned to go to war.
But it was bit too late for that.
>>Fade to Black. Again.<<
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