The sunglasses came from his face with ease. As simple as pulling a glove from the smooth fingers of a well-polished lady. But he was neither; rough around the edges, sharp with all his points. Those eyes of his were half-hooded when she stole the pair from him, but Greed didn't protest. Instead, he flicked his gaze to the reflecting objects around them: the window just out of view, the obscured sliver of a bathroom mirror. In the dark, those purple eyes of his practically hummed with a glow. As they stole light and swallowed it whole.
"Did I now," Greed stopped mid-way up her back with the zipper. Touching his knuckle to her spine as a tense shrill sounded in the air. Behind her, the hand at her side licked black and the Sin urged his 'Shield up with an elongated-pause. Let it slither as it traced jagged lines across his skin. "-didn't realize. Must have slipped my mind."
Talons slipped down. Trailing to where the dress ended and the back of her thigh began. He pressed them against the flesh, slowly dragging them up to mark small lines across her skin. Not enough to scratch, but to tease. To remind her just what sort of monsters were really lurking in the dark.
"Not really." The dress hitched up a bit. Climbing as he explored with those chilled-carbon claws. Tapping to map out her thigh blindly; he was too busy watching her. Chasing each reflection as she moved. When her breathed hitched just a bit and her pulse ran hard enough for him to catch.
Greed rolled his foot up against her own. Shoving the heel of his boot down to slowly pivot the rest to follow. This close, he could feel it - every little twitch of movement that beckoned him to follow. And follow he did. Tilting his head in as her necked swayed away and his breath was warm against her skin. Perhaps a little too warm.
A telling sign of his own making.
"Not unless you've got other plans. Wouldn't want to keep a gal from getting what she wants, after all." The Sin coiled his claws inward, prodding just at the base of her thigh with the edge of a joint. "Though that wouldn't exactly be very nice of you would it?"
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"Did I now," Greed stopped mid-way up her back with the zipper. Touching his knuckle to her spine as a tense shrill sounded in the air. Behind her, the hand at her side licked black and the Sin urged his 'Shield up with an elongated-pause. Let it slither as it traced jagged lines across his skin. "-didn't realize. Must have slipped my mind."
Talons slipped down. Trailing to where the dress ended and the back of her thigh began. He pressed them against the flesh, slowly dragging them up to mark small lines across her skin. Not enough to scratch, but to tease. To remind her just what sort of monsters were really lurking in the dark.
"Not really." The dress hitched up a bit. Climbing as he explored with those chilled-carbon claws. Tapping to map out her thigh blindly; he was too busy watching her. Chasing each reflection as she moved. When her breathed hitched just a bit and her pulse ran hard enough for him to catch.
Greed rolled his foot up against her own. Shoving the heel of his boot down to slowly pivot the rest to follow. This close, he could feel it - every little twitch of movement that beckoned him to follow. And follow he did. Tilting his head in as her necked swayed away and his breath was warm against her skin. Perhaps a little too warm.
A telling sign of his own making.
"Not unless you've got other plans. Wouldn't want to keep a gal from getting what she wants, after all." The Sin coiled his claws inward, prodding just at the base of her thigh with the edge of a joint. "Though that wouldn't exactly be very nice of you would it?"