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[ Not that he's paying much attention to the squirming anyways. She does that often enough. Pulls away to just look at her for a moment, running a hand through her hair. ]

[Purses her lips and licks at the inside of them a little, rubs them together much like one does after applying chapstick, and smiles a little.] ...sorry, I probably shouldn't have said anything.

[ Chapstick is a foreign concept to him, so the whole routine is watched with much curiosity and a frown. ] Do you even know how to shut up? [ If not, he will be glad to show her how, with a very heated kiss. ]

[Chuckles quietly and allows this for a moment before gently pushing at his collarbone.]

Hmm...? [ Reluctantly gives up her mouth but not without first nipping and kissing her lower lip. ]

[Smiles coyly, sliding off the bench a bit with her hand resting lightly on the juncture between his shoulder and his neck.] My turn, now.

[ Grouses at being interrupted just so she can smile at him, and snags the thin hips before him, his frown returning in the form of a suspicious scowl. ] Says who?

[The smile turns into a grin and broadens. Bends forward and sort of latches onto the underside of his jaw, kissing and biting a little.] Says me.

[ Turns his head away in a huff, yanking her closer in the process. He's just being your typical pain in the ass original. ] ...fine.

[In the midst of this distraction, she's lost her underpants. He might belatedly notice her step out of them as she sits on one knee with her other leg draped over one of his at the knee. Kisses at his jaw again, trailing her lips downward.]

[ The sudden appearance of a second green undergarment catches him by surprise; for a moment there he had thought she was gathering everything to leave. His head clunks against the wall as a result of him trying to lean back for a better look at the long legs, leaving him blinking the stars away. ]

Oh-- [Sits up and makes a face. ...Leans forward and grabs his head, petting at the spot where he hit the wall.] ...dummy... [Keeps a hold on his head with one hand, setting the other on his hip and licking from the dip in his collarbone to under his chin.]

[ Seems entirely unaffected by the blow aside from when she touches the bump and just frowns at the fussing over him. ] Says the idiot... [ He's able to remain impassive until her tongue is midway up his neck, at which he shivers and digs his fingers into her waist, rumbling with pleasure. ]

[Slides back down to that spot and bites, gently.]

Ah.. [ Nice. Very, very nice. Tenses briefly as his wings flutter, then lets his eyes close again. ]

[Lets the hand on his hip wander, massaging the fabric close enough to him to where he could probably feel the warmth from her hand, but stopping juuuust shy. Scrapes her teeth across his neck a little and then latches onto him a bit to suck at his skin.]

[ Now it's his turn to squirm uncomfortably from the merciless teasing. He isn't about to plead for more and just cracks an eye open with an indignant noise at having a replica leech attached to him. ]

[Pulls away; congratulations Asch, you have a hickey.] Hm?

[ Dandy. Thankfully it's easy to cover, given his usual attire. ] You're going to take my skin off.

It's called a hickey, Asch. [Chu. By the way, remember that hand? It's gone in for a home run.]

[ Scoffs, stealing a kiss all the same. ] I know what it is, thank you. [ The problem with having fun in public is that most areas suitable for fooling around in are small, leading kicking originals almost putting a hole in the wall. He does let out a very nice groan though. ]

[Reaches her other hand back and feels the wall briefly to make sure he hasn't put a hole in it, shifting the hand on his pants. She then starts another one of her shimmywiggles, scooting back until her butt is against the wall and she's sort of laying on her stomach on the bench. Continuing to rub at him, she looks upward coquettishly.] So would you say my mouth is any different as a girl? Or would it be droll to go down on you.

[ He came pretty close to creating a window; those legs of yours had to have come from somewhere and his left the wall with a sizable crack branching out from a boot-shaped dent. ...good thing there's no clerks. Though getting something of a massage through his warm pants is much more interesting than the damage he did, and he gawks at her brazen attitude, breathing harder. ] Droll for who?

[Laughs a little.] You don't have to sound so eager, love... [Walks her other hand up the inside of his thigh and sort of considers his pants thoughtfully.]

[ How she could use four letters to make him turn a healthy shade of red was completely beyond him, but it did. And you might even say he looks somewhat... bashful. ] Tch! All I'm saying is that you don't have to bore yourself.