Greed smiled against the back of her neck. He kept his nose pressed to her skin, even as the rest of his body melted with her back. The gentle prod of a hip-bone knocking to the curve of her spine and the Sin feathered the smooth-side of his nails against her ass. Fanning the collection as he examined with a quick-flick glance.
"Ha -! I never do - fair, sure. But nice? I'm just not that kind of guy. I'm selfish, remember?" He slid a talon between her thighs, hooking it at the band of her underwear playfully. "You should know me a bit better than that."
She knew. And the pet name was just a cute little insult proving their history. Nothing he took offense at; it was hard to do so anyway.
She squirmed and he chased her. Rocking to the left when she tried to find her balance; shifting to the right when he prodded her in the direction. Greed opened his jaws, humming against her skin. Pricking the edges of his teeth as he rolled his hips against her backside before he stilled there.
"But this - seems I owe you, don't I?" The Sin moved his head to whisper against the shell of her ear. As his other hand, the one not preoccupied with the cotton-lining of her underwear, smoothed down the front of her thigh. Rutting fabric, making it wave and fish-tail between his fingers. "After all, I've always counted myself as fair."
There was a snap. As the toyed-band gave way to the acute hook of his talon. Cotton splintered and the threads twisted; frayed as he pulled the would-be weapon through. "You're just full of surprises though." The lines on his chest were hot to the touch; his own rotten core telling him where to go, what to do.
And what to rightfully take.
But while he was forceful in other aspects, Greed was gentle here. While he let his claws skip across the trail of her skin, mapping out the direction to where the fabric clung to the other side of her hip. It didn't last; sliced just as quick and he caught the edge between the points of his nails.
"Why don't you tell me everything you want." He was moving away. As both knees knocked out in opposite directions to make him fall against her back. His mouth whispered at her spine, trailing as he spoke. Down, down, down - until he had the offending shreds of a garment in his teeth. Pulling it free with a chase nip at the back of her thigh.
It was discarded a moment later. Falling away when he clicked his fingers together and a hand wrapped around her hip. Anchoring him to her, lifting him back to the comfort of her curves. But not before he gave a little snap at her rear - a vicious sort of gesture, but it was only that - a gesture to keep her guessing. To question where he would be next as the fabric of her dress was released, letting it fall back to a wafting-rest.
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"Ha -! I never do - fair, sure. But nice? I'm just not that kind of guy. I'm selfish, remember?" He slid a talon between her thighs, hooking it at the band of her underwear playfully. "You should know me a bit better than that."
She knew. And the pet name was just a cute little insult proving their history. Nothing he took offense at; it was hard to do so anyway.
She squirmed and he chased her. Rocking to the left when she tried to find her balance; shifting to the right when he prodded her in the direction. Greed opened his jaws, humming against her skin. Pricking the edges of his teeth as he rolled his hips against her backside before he stilled there.
"But this - seems I owe you, don't I?" The Sin moved his head to whisper against the shell of her ear. As his other hand, the one not preoccupied with the cotton-lining of her underwear, smoothed down the front of her thigh. Rutting fabric, making it wave and fish-tail between his fingers. "After all, I've always counted myself as fair."
There was a snap. As the toyed-band gave way to the acute hook of his talon. Cotton splintered and the threads twisted; frayed as he pulled the would-be weapon through. "You're just full of surprises though." The lines on his chest were hot to the touch; his own rotten core telling him where to go, what to do.
And what to rightfully take.
But while he was forceful in other aspects, Greed was gentle here. While he let his claws skip across the trail of her skin, mapping out the direction to where the fabric clung to the other side of her hip. It didn't last; sliced just as quick and he caught the edge between the points of his nails.
"Why don't you tell me everything you want." He was moving away. As both knees knocked out in opposite directions to make him fall against her back. His mouth whispered at her spine, trailing as he spoke. Down, down, down - until he had the offending shreds of a garment in his teeth. Pulling it free with a chase nip at the back of her thigh.
It was discarded a moment later. Falling away when he clicked his fingers together and a hand wrapped around her hip. Anchoring him to her, lifting him back to the comfort of her curves. But not before he gave a little snap at her rear - a vicious sort of gesture, but it was only that - a gesture to keep her guessing. To question where he would be next as the fabric of her dress was released, letting it fall back to a wafting-rest.
"And I'll be sure to return the favor."