[ if he didn't want to be lured into a trap, he shouldn't have gone all this way to kidnap her in the first place. the way she sees it, kleken's probably waiting for this very moment - to pin her down in his own territory where there is little to no escape. and only a foolish sort of prey would take this lying down and let the predator do whatever he wanted to her.
a predator who's caressing her hair with so much tenderness that for a moment she almost falls for it. it would've been so easy to just... throw up some sort of truce and be actual friends with this man as opposed to their contentious relationship, but at the same time, she doesn't want to let go of their animosity either. she'll truly lose her mind otherwise.
but hasn't she already lost her mind when she's letting him straddle her body like he owns her now, her own hand also reaching up to tuck a lock of his hair behind his pointed ear before trailing down to hook her finger on the collar of his shirt to pull him closer? ]
...Then take my breath away already.
[ perhaps. but she's not going to tell him that. ]
[ No, okay, he's actually quite the meticulous planner back home, but he's found that life in the resort is generally more enjoyable when he makes his 'plans' on the fly. Being flexible (in more ways than one) has served him well (in more ways than one) thusfar in the resort, so he sees little reason to change the way he operates. Even if that sometimes lands him in dicey situations. ]
[ Thankfully, this isn't one of those cases. As far as he's aware anyway. ]
Mm, as you request.
[ She'll see a flash of one of his smiles, the one appears whenever something is going his way, before it's lost against her lips. The same way his hand loses itself in her hair, curling against her locks as he kisses her sweetly, then deeply. ]
[ Just as she asked, he holds the kiss. Until she's dizzy from the need for air and he's molded his body against hers shamelessly. ]
[ that flash of a smile should've set all sorts of alarms in her head, but it was too late. his lips descend on hers before she can change her mind and take back the challenge she imposed on him. at first it was manageable and she was able to return the kiss in kind, but then he deepens the kiss, adding more tongue and teeth to the mix, and it's the realization that kleken intends to drown her like this do the alarms begin to blare in her mind. ]
Mm, Kl... Kleken, wai--
[ hard to get a word in with his lips and tongue in the way. she grows light-headed the more this keeps up, her body becoming pliant beneath him save for the hand that had traveled down from his face to gripping weakly at the front of his shirt to help ground herself. not that it's helping her any.
she's gone, completely undone, nothing in her mind but him, him, him. and dimly, she wonders if this is what he meant by wanting to drown together. because if it is, she... probably wouldn't mind, if only to focus on something else entirely that isn't about her own issues.
but she needs to come up for air, so she tightens her grip on his shirt as she tries to wrench her lips away from him, biting his lower lip a little harder than intended. if it bruises, well, that's not her fault now, is it. ]
I didn't-- mean it like that. I just want to... sleep with you. Actual sleeping. [ who knew that makeout sessions can tucker you out - ]
[ Sex? Sex he gets, uses as a tool, a weapon, a source of pleasure, a way to have a conversation. ]
[ Actually sleeping with someone? As in laying yourself in your vulnerability alongside another person, without the protection of physical exhaustion to keep either party from becoming a threat to the other? That was strange. And new. And while it had been asked of Kleken before, back in his world, and very politely declined, the request now has his mind scurrying for understanding. ]
[ As expected, he finds none outside of the pain in his lip from her bite. ]
Actual sleeping.
[ He parrots the words with a curious look down at her, before recalling their positions and shifting himself to the side. ]
[ damn, that really stunned him to the core, enough to roll off of her and flop onto the bed. so of course ishmael's going to take this opportunity to roll over to him and prop her chin on his chest, staring at his face with a seemingly innocent gaze. ]
Don't act like we haven't done that before. Though I guess your room back then was a lot simpler than this one, huh.
[ it's surreal how it's almost a year since that day, and how she still wasn't aware of the psychic emotional damage she'd inflicted on him until she'd drifted off to sleep. and even now, unknowingly, she continues to inflict that kind of mental damage to his nonchalance. especially with how she's smiling cheekily all of a sudden. ]
Unless... you really did want to fuck me once and for all now that we're here?
[ Of course she snipes the position of power for herself- ]
[ He eyes her 'innocent' gaze down on him, cocking a brow in return to smooth out any of the lingering confusion from his expression. It doesn't return to his usual nonchalant one though, shifting instead toward a wariness as he considers her and her cheeky little smile. ]
A planned interaction is rather different from a spontaneous one...
[ And just like that, he smooths his face back into easygoing and definitely not at all thrown off by her offer. ]
- But a planned rest together may be interesting enough.
[ oh, she can tell he's just as tired of her bullshit as much as she does him. good to know they're on the same wavelength, for better or for worse. she doesn't get to be this much of an asshole to most people here in the hotel, after all.
still, his weird wording earns him a skeptical raise of her brow as she tilts her head at him. ]
[ there he goes again, being awfully cryptic. she narrows her eyes at him but otherwise doesn't push the issue any further, and instead lets out a yawn as she snuggles him, hooking her leg around his own to draw him closer. ]
Yeah yeah, keep acting like we haven't done this before.
[ little does she know about the psychic damage she'd inflicted him with back then - ]
We've got a whole ass suite to explore tomorrow, so... Shall we call it a night?
[ The lights flicker out on cue, and certainly not because he'd been reaching out a tentacle to flick them off. And suddenly it's easier to breathe, even with her very warm presence entangling with his. Even with his ability to see fairly well in the low lighting, he at least doesn't have to directly meet her very knowing eyes. ]
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a predator who's caressing her hair with so much tenderness that for a moment she almost falls for it. it would've been so easy to just... throw up some sort of truce and be actual friends with this man as opposed to their contentious relationship, but at the same time, she doesn't want to let go of their animosity either. she'll truly lose her mind otherwise.
but hasn't she already lost her mind when she's letting him straddle her body like he owns her now, her own hand also reaching up to tuck a lock of his hair behind his pointed ear before trailing down to hook her finger on the collar of his shirt to pull him closer? ]
...Then take my breath away already.
[ perhaps. but she's not going to tell him that. ]
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[ No, okay, he's actually quite the meticulous planner back home, but he's found that life in the resort is generally more enjoyable when he makes his 'plans' on the fly. Being flexible (in more ways than one) has served him well (in more ways than one) thusfar in the resort, so he sees little reason to change the way he operates. Even if that sometimes lands him in dicey situations. ]
[ Thankfully, this isn't one of those cases. As far as he's aware anyway. ]
Mm, as you request.
[ She'll see a flash of one of his smiles, the one appears whenever something is going his way, before it's lost against her lips. The same way his hand loses itself in her hair, curling against her locks as he kisses her sweetly, then deeply. ]
[ Just as she asked, he holds the kiss. Until she's dizzy from the need for air and he's molded his body against hers shamelessly. ]
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Mm, Kl... Kleken, wai--
[ hard to get a word in with his lips and tongue in the way. she grows light-headed the more this keeps up, her body becoming pliant beneath him save for the hand that had traveled down from his face to gripping weakly at the front of his shirt to help ground herself. not that it's helping her any.
she's gone, completely undone, nothing in her mind but him, him, him. and dimly, she wonders if this is what he meant by wanting to drown together. because if it is, she... probably wouldn't mind, if only to focus on something else entirely that isn't about her own issues.
but she needs to come up for air, so she tightens her grip on his shirt as she tries to wrench her lips away from him, biting his lower lip a little harder than intended. if it bruises, well, that's not her fault now, is it. ]
I didn't-- mean it like that. I just want to... sleep with you. Actual sleeping. [ who knew that makeout sessions can tucker you out - ]
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[ Actually sleeping with someone? As in laying yourself in your vulnerability alongside another person, without the protection of physical exhaustion to keep either party from becoming a threat to the other? That was strange. And new. And while it had been asked of Kleken before, back in his world, and very politely declined, the request now has his mind scurrying for understanding. ]
[ As expected, he finds none outside of the pain in his lip from her bite. ]
Actual sleeping.
[ He parrots the words with a curious look down at her, before recalling their positions and shifting himself to the side. ]
With me.
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Don't act like we haven't done that before. Though I guess your room back then was a lot simpler than this one, huh.
[ it's surreal how it's almost a year since that day, and how she still wasn't aware of the psychic emotional damage she'd inflicted on him until she'd drifted off to sleep. and even now, unknowingly, she continues to inflict that kind of mental damage to his nonchalance. especially with how she's smiling cheekily all of a sudden. ]
Unless... you really did want to fuck me once and for all now that we're here?
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[ He eyes her 'innocent' gaze down on him, cocking a brow in return to smooth out any of the lingering confusion from his expression. It doesn't return to his usual nonchalant one though, shifting instead toward a wariness as he considers her and her cheeky little smile. ]
A planned interaction is rather different from a spontaneous one...
[ And just like that, he smooths his face back into easygoing and definitely not at all thrown off by her offer. ]
- But a planned rest together may be interesting enough.
[ Interesting?? ]
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still, his weird wording earns him a skeptical raise of her brow as she tilts her head at him. ]
Interesting how?
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In... a distinctly different sort of way.
[ Vague is the only way he can avoid putting actual words to his complicated thoughts and so he's going to keep using it. ]
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Yeah yeah, keep acting like we haven't done this before.
[ little does she know about the psychic damage she'd inflicted him with back then - ]
We've got a whole ass suite to explore tomorrow, so... Shall we call it a night?
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[ The lights flicker out on cue, and certainly not because he'd been reaching out a tentacle to flick them off. And suddenly it's easier to breathe, even with her very warm presence entangling with his. Even with his ability to see fairly well in the low lighting, he at least doesn't have to directly meet her very knowing eyes. ]
... May you have a pleasant rest.