abyssdressing | (no subject)

[ Damn Nebilim traits. She'd almost forgotten that he had a similar, if not the same, structure as the failed professor. Her continued protesting is cut short with a whine of displeasure at the rough treatment. Those things are kind of tender, jerk. ] G..get your hands off me.

No. I like this. [he's playing with the buttons of her coat, he wants to touch the flesh underneath. He's got his knee inbetween her leg now, forcing herself onto her even more so she couldn't leave.]

[ Clutches the front of her coat shut with one hand, shoving at his chest with the other. Needless to say she's trying damn hard to keep her legs together. ] Why? What do you get out of it? What do any of you who do this get..?

...What do I get out of this? [he grabs hold of her hand] What do you think, when you can't touch someone? And you're not dead yet...[he squeezes a little more gently] Dead people aren't as fun to play with as one that's still alive.

If you wanted to touch people, you could just wear gloves like you used to.. [ She frowns, wiggling about in an attempt to inch away discreetly. ] ...so you like it when people fight with you? Is that it? [ Bites her lip slightly. ]

It's not the same. [he grins, pulling on the hand that was blocking her button.] I like seeing fear in their eyes. I like to have control for once. I want to do what I want! Even if people don't like it! I never had that choice!

It's better than nothing. Sometimes we have to take what we can get. [ Sets her jaw, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing how nervous she is, clutching her chest until her knuckle turns white ] I get that part, but I can't understand why what you want to do can't be positive.

I don't want that. I want the whole deal. [at this rate, he's going to tear off her clothes if she won't let him undress her] It's fun. Therefore I like doing what I find fun to do!

This shouldn't be fun and I'm not going to let it be! I'm not afraid of you. [ That.. would suck. So she lets go of her jacket and allows him to do as he likes, keeping her hand close. She still has her shirt and that Score-be-damned bra... ]

No, not yet at least. [he's letting his hand crawl under her shirt, fingering her bra, his other hand was rested around her waist]

[ Good luck getting it off, Nebby. She has to have help with it every damn time and there's no way she's going to explain how it works. ] Not ever. You can't do anything worse to me than what I've already been through. [ She puffs her cheeks up and huffs at him, shifting her waist away from the roaming hand. ]

[Oh, he'll pull it off his own way.] Tch, like I care what you went through. [He tugs on the bra, which probably hurts a lot, all the while, his other hand kept to her waist...possibly crawling underneath to her back]

[ Hey.. Go ahead and keep that hand there; maybe she can pin it once it's under her. ] I don't expect you to. [ The tugging gets a glare from her along with a look that say, "you're doing it wrong", and she can't help trying to get the pulling to stop by smacking his hand. ]

[She got him to stop tugging, as he gives her a look. He really thinks this is all a game and that she's challenging him.,So he'll lower himself onto her as his hand reaches up to her strap, his other hand has locating where her bra is clip together.]

[ The fact he's just toying with her has occurred, which makes her wonder if letting him have his fun and be done with it would safer in the long run. That's all tossed out the window upon being pinned by him, causing her to thrash about again to the point of hyperventilating. ] Get off!

[had her thrashing, he clings onto her, grinning] No. [and abruptly advances to kiss her on the lips.]

Mmpff--! [ What in the.. who the hell taught him about this sort of thing anyways?? He was only made seven years ago, right? Her desperation results in her gasping for air, unfortunately against his mouth. ]

[He learns abnormally fast and picks it up even faster if he likes it. He's holding that kiss the best he could against her desperation to breath, his hand worms it's way up to stroke her cheek. He won't kiss her for too long, he wanted her alive after all and moves to lick alongside her jawbone.]

[ She's able to get just enough air through her nose during the assault on her mouth to keep from blacking out, but those aren't the kind of stars she really wanted to see. A hand finds its way to whatever clothes are covering his torso, a quiet whimper escaping at being licked. Damn you for being such a smart cookie, Nebby. ]

[he chuckles softly, running his hand through her hair, and moving aside her bangs. He licks his lips, her skins was rather tasty. His body presses against hers as starts kissing up her jawline and nips her ear rather playfully.]

[ Messing with her hair, the biting... She almost liked it. All this gentle treatment would have been just perfect had it come from a certain other redhead, but the fact it wasn't never escaped her. She gives a shove against him and whips her head to the side, chest heaving as she catches her breath. ] ..you don't even know what you're doing, do you?

Nope. Just doing whatever I feel like doing. [He gently runs his fingertips down one side of her face, further down to find her squishy again.]

Hn... [ How annoying. The grope sends a shiver down her spine and one of her legs jerk in an attempt to kick him. A likely futile effort, but one she had to try just the same. ]

[He's good at that. Her kicking only excites him more as he laughs] That kind of hurt. [he runs his hands down her body and to her back to find where to unclip it. All the while he's nipping at her neck.]

It was supposed to. [ What the hell is she supposed to do? She wants to get out of here, but fighting only eggs him on. Snarling, she does the only thing she can: clamp her teeth into his shoulder. ]