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I can't say I have any complaints about it or the very gorgeous woman I'm on the cusp of aiding and abetting right now.

Well. How convenient that I just so happen to be wearing the aforementioned costume right now. If this goes well(& it is) maybe you could see more of it.

Or less of it.

Either works.

[ Oh this poor boy had no chance. ]Then by all means, don't let my abetting get in the way of whatever you're not about to get caught doing, and I can stay in my office.

[ The zoo is a much easier place to have company break in him, given the number of telepaths he lives with. As much as he's OK with the idea of Selina meeting his family, literally the last thing he wants right this second is that.

He's also kind of lying about staying in his office, because there is definitely a panicked rush out for a perplexing amount of snack food. This is going down as the fastest he's ever negotiated food-for-privacy with the mice.]

[ Absolutely none. Selina has something of a take no prisoners, leave no survivors approach to seduction. ]

I'll be in touch. 😽

[ And while he takes care of that, she'll be busy doing her thing, leaving their impromptu meet-up on hold for the time being. It's rare that an extended silence is as much a good sign as it is a bad sign, but Selina's every bit as talented at what she does as she likes boast and, hey, what do you know? Now she's got a bit of motivation.

If he happens to hear that scratching at the window, he just might be able to catch his guest in the act of breaking and entering. Not her first crime this evening, probably not the last. ]

[Is it really catching if it's an invited break-in? He meets her at the window and, once it's clear how much help she doesn't need getting in, watches appreciatively. B&E may not be his specialty, but he knows enough to know when he's seeing it applied as an art.]

If this is how henchmen get recruited, I have to admit I'm kind of seeing the benefits of that career path now.

[ There's a bit of a struggle with whatever it is that she's got stashed away in the bag at her hip and just getting through the window with it, but she moves like a cat. You'd think she's showing off, but she doesn't even notice him at first, and her brow furrows as her lips curl into a sort of annoyed but amused smirk. ]

You enjoying the view?

[ Clearing the window, she takes a moment to discard the bag, placing it off on some chair or side table before she crosses the room to meet him. ]

You know, I had a whole thing planned. You're kind of ruining it. Somehow I pictured finding you sitting at a desk or something...

If I were sitting down, I'd have missed the view. [It isn't a huge office though, so it only takes a few steps back to lean back against the side of his desk.] But far be it from me to foil what sounds like a very good plan.

[ The little shuffle gets a suppressed giggle out of her and while she appreciates the effort, she's already moved on to some kind of plan B. Selina closes the distance between them easily, crowding in on him, her hands catching the edge of the desk on either side of him. ]

I doubt that I need to tell you this, but I'm really not the kind of girl who comes all this way just to play coy until someone makes the first move. [ She leans in a bit closer, stretching to meet him, her lips just shy of pressing to his. ] So this is me making it.

[ ... and goin' in for the kill. ]

[All of these things are features and not bugs for him, clearly. When her lips graze his, he wraps an arm around her waist. His other hand cups the side of her face through the kiss, thumb grazing her cheek where the mask ends.]

Playing coy and waiting is working pretty well for me, I have to say.

[ The arm around her waist pulls her in closer and she all but climbs into his lap, all too eager to kiss him again, to deepen the kiss and lick into his mouth to taste him. She tries to pace herself, to not rush through all the steps and get a better feel for him. ]

Mmm, it certainly does seem to be working in your favor.

[ Another kiss. Pacing herself is quickly become overrated. ]

[He holds on to her while hoisting himself to sit all the way on the desk to further encourage the contact between them, and meets that kiss with an equal, if slightly more restrained hunger. He wants to come back with more snappy banter, keep meeting her pat for pat in that arena but all he can really manage, the next time he can catch his breath-]

Uh-huh. [His hands wander gently, no clumsy groping, but a softly, searching touch. And then a confession that's equally sheepish and amused-] I have no idea how any of this comes off. [So he takes his own (possibly slightly fogging) glasses off instead, letting everything in the distance blur away, all too happy to focus only on sights right in front of him.]

[ That hand is going right for her butt, isn't it? They always go for the butt. That's fine, really, Selina's already doing some exploring herself. She trails a line of kisses along his jaw, down the curve of his neck, breathing him in deep. ]

Now, why haven't we done this before?

[ Instead of telling, she shows him by guiding whichever hand seems less occupied at the present to the ring pull of her zipper and allows him to ease it down at his leisure. Selina lets her own hands settle into his lap in the minimal space between them, busying herself with the buckle of his belt, still nuzzling and kissing every accessible inch of him. ]

[While the temptation to bring his hands back downwards is so very, very strong, once it's the mask he works off her first. When he does start pulling the zipper downwards, he leans in to kiss the skin as he exposes it, softly nipping at her collarbone while his hands cup her breasts, thumbnails rasping over the fabric.]

Because I'm an idiot? [He stifles the laugh at his own expense, but the smile is still in his eyes. He hadn't even realized she'd wanted this until tonight.]

[ She hadn't realized she wanted this until tonight, but that's just how these things tend to go; like anything premeditated would be too serious for her. Surely he isn't going to mind if he's getting laid on a whim, right? Wouldn't he much rather be focusing on all the little sounds she makes as he brushes his lips over newly-exposed and sensitive skin? She pulls away enough to give him a bit more room to explore, head back and chest out, encouraging his touch. (Does this qualify him as more of a breast man? Noted.)

Selina hasn't forgotten what she was doing, of course. She's a little distracted, but she manages to get his belt undone. ]

You know, I t-thought you would have made your move after I looked after for your little friend, but you've been nothing but a gentleman. [ She bites her lip, inhaling deep to try and slow her breath. Eases down the zipper of his fly. ] You've never thought about fucking me?

[He actually looks a little sheepish.] It'd be impossible not to notice how- [he pauses for a ragged breath when she starts on his zipper] fucking amazing you are. Beautiful and dangerous- and light-years out of my league. First moves aren't exactly my forte. [Aunt Rose calls it living his life like a Sadie Hawkins dance, and he'd mind if he actually thought that were a bad thing.]

But, well. Now that moves have been made-

[He leans in again, slipping his hands under the open costume to unhook her bra. Not fumbling here. Any previous shyness is gone, his hands roam her body, looking for the places that get those lovely sounds from the easiest. He lifts the bra, and with her in his lap, it's ever so easy to bring his lips to her breasts, alternating sides with lips and tongue and grazing teeth lavishing attention on her nipples.

By the time she's pulling on the fly zipper, he's just about straining the fabric, and every bit of friction draws out a low, hitched rumbled noise of pleasure.]

[ Oh, definitely a breast man, that's convenient. She can work with that. ]

You do realize you've already made the sale, right?

[ He can't see it but there's just the most satisfied little smirk on her face right now. Smug. Selina's got the zipper down but her hands are still gloved and the military-grade faux leather feel isn't for everyone so she's still technically hovering around second base -- feeling him through the fabric of his slacks -- and he's so damned distracting and she's trying to remember what she'd expected. Can he hear the way her breath rattles in her ribcage and catches in her throat? The rapid thud of her heart beating in her chest?

His teeth tug perhaps a bit more sharply at the pebbled nipple leaving his mouth, drawing another kind of noise from her, low and deep. Selina switches gears, finding the whole getting out of the catsuit thing now takes priority, yanking blindly at whatever she can get her clever little fingers on. The gloves go first and she takes a moment to redirect his attention, too, a hand capturing his jaw and tilting his head back just enough so that she can press her mouth to his.

She doesn't miss a beat, not even while working her way out of the suit. ]

Can't let you have buyer's remorse, can I? [He almost actually cringes at that himself. Smooth talking is not his strong suit, as much as he clearly knows what he's doing when he isn't talking right now.
Unsurprisingly, it turns out Alex is probably one of those people the armored gloves are for, if the way his breath hitches and he jerks and twitches against her touch, and he's still groaning by the time the gloves are off and she's muffling it with her kiss. His hands, so much more steady and sure than his demeanor, take their time caressing her exposed body, seeking out the spots his touch draws out the most reaction- oh so eager to please, this one.
He's perfectly comfortable with this being a casual or one-time thing, but he's also intent on making himself a memorable fling, if that's all it becomes. He figures the best way to go about that is keeping his mouth too busy to talk. ]

[ If it makes him feel better, she finds it sort of charming. Selina could make even the filthiest, foul-mouthed old men blush, let's be real, but she isn't expecting him to keep up with her there. She expects nothing more than for him to hit a homerun or two once he gets up to that plate. ]

Now, now. You wouldn't let me leave here unless I was completely happy, would you? Isn't satisfaction guaranteed sort of standard?

[ She's not thinking about something long-term, but she isn't exactly thinking about anything other than the present -- the places his hands find, the heat of his breath against her skin, reveling in whatever little noises she manages to get out of him as she writhes in his lap.

Pulling away from him is an inevitable part of getting undressed, so she uses it to her advantage, working the catsuit down past her hips slowly before she discards it off into the scattered pile on the floor. She never breaks eye contact, the playful smirk on her face never leaves her face. ]

Get undressed.

[ Alex is far from grim, but his gaze lacks that playfulness. He's seen some of the most beautiful and deadly things in nature up close- and he knows he's seeing that here now.

He obliges her order without any clumsiness- he can't afford to, since getting undressed also means disarming, which is the only time he breaks his gaze- making sure all the things capable of deadly force are on a nice, stable surface seems worth dampening the mood for a few seconds.

All those layers of weapons and tweed hide an athletic, if slightly wiry body and what he's pretty sure is the hardest erection he's ever had in his life.

His gaze does break, scanning over her form as it's revealed with a mix of lust and reverance. ]

You're... amazing. [Beautiful wouldn't be enough. He knows a lot of beautiful women, some of them are even human women, and none of them have him willing to agree to post bail , strip for on the same night. ]

Edited 2019-07-19 03:44 (UTC)

[ You know, there's probably something to be said about the fact that hooking up with these men who are just loaded down with weapons, lethal and nonlethal, has become a theme, but maybe she's just worked herself into a really limited dating pool. She's not thinking about it, really. She's not thinking of anything, really, she's much more focused on the show.

He's got a bit more under the tweed than she was imagining, but let's be honest, she wasn't imagining much until about an hour ago. He has a nice face and he's smart enough not to do or say anything stupid (lack of verbal game aside) and that's enough to make him tolerable. Currently? Well, she's finding him a lot more tolerable by the second... and she's probably checking out that rather impressive erection he's got going on, because of course she is.

Of course she is. ]

Mmhmm... [ Something she already knows, Alex. There's a sofa lined up against one of the walls and she casts that same playful look at him over her shoulder -- perhaps a bit more mischievous this time -- before making her way over to it. Selina drops herself into it and settles into the furthest corner, beckoning him forward to her with the curl of her fingers. ] C'mere.

[For once, Alex's brain is shutting the hell up. He knows how rare a partner he can undress like that in front of is, and he's a little too enthusiastic about acting on it to stop to think about it. The first curl of her finger is all it takes for him to follow her to the couch, kneeling on it with one leg so he can lean down to kiss her. Without the catsuit in the way, his hands roam her body more freely, palm and fingertips skimming over her skin, mapping her body with delicate precision. He puts off breaking the kiss long enough that he hisses in a hurried breath, eager to bring his lips back to her skin.

Fully aware of his lack of verbal game, he doesn't attempt to use it. Better to keep his mouth busy with other tasks than talking. Like finding just the right spot where her neck and jaw meet to brush his lips over just so.]

Are you sure that's a good idea? The last time I drank something Verity mixed, I had to have a two-aeslin team keeping me awake through Christmas dinner.

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I'm absolutely not sure it's a good idea. But it's a fun one.
How did they keep you awake? I'm up to the challenge of improving on their efforts.

Antimony gave them pencils to poke me with. I think they might have been from her congregation, since they didn't use the eraser end.

I love it when you tell me something that suddenly gives context to a random ritual I heard them talk about invoking.
But yeah, I can definitely do one better than poking you with the business end of a pencil.

Should I be worried about how intent you seem on getting me drunk?

You should always be worried about the plans I have for you when I'm neck deep in alcoholic gummies.

You just think my accent sounds "adorable" when I drink.

Your accent DOES sound adorable when you drink. And you get all red. It's very charming.

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They'll have to take a number, there's a wait list of people who want me dead at this point.

It's anything non-human or too "deviant" from the "laws of nature," for the Covenant. The fact that nature seems to break a lot of its own laws basically all the time doesn't seem to have made them consider reframing their views at all.

Whether magic is natural or not seems to depend on what works for them the best at any particular moment.

Edited 2022-06-19 21:19 (UTC)

they have the blatant hypocrisy in common, too, then.

magic is only a blight under the Chantry when it isn't being used to hunt down or enslave mages, you know. they'll excuse even blood magic if they can harness it themselves to control us and keep us in line.

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late af, so feel free to let this serve as a good "cut, fade to black" or whatevs!!

pfft, backtagging's always fine, but I can write w/fading out soon in mind

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@mewnifestos,

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