[ the actual area around the eye itself is pretty unexciting -- it must have been a pretty direct shot, as the eyelid itself isn't scarred any. but when he opens the lid the dark, scarred inner tissue shows, the empty socket where the eyeball was removed. ]
[Maki isn't squeamish, but neither does she spend a lot of time inspecting major wounds from an intimate distance, so she runs her thumb along his collarbone as she takes a moment to inspect the empty socket curiously.]
...It has its advantages and disadvantages. But I'm sure you can imagine.
[She sides her hand up to pull his bandages completely off his head and discard them to the side, and then returns to run her fingers over his cat ears.]
[Her skin is already warm and sensitive, and even at the brush she twitches. When he pinches, she gasps sharply, nails digging into his scalp at the base of his ears.
[ he asks, as if he can even talk when the nails digging into his scalp has him arching forward with a catlike rumble of approval. he pinches again, his other hand skimming her belly, down towards her legs. ]
[ he tips his head to the side some, allowing for more access, with an amused hum. his fingers spread and he squeezes her breast, feeling the weight in his fingers, while his other hand drags claws against her inner thigh. ]
[The muscles of her thigh twitch under his touch, and she squirms a little closer still, other hand settling on his shoulder for stability.]
Just... especially now.
[She drags her tongue over the scars on his cheeks, switches to skimming teeth lightly down his jawline, and then pauses, breath coming shallow and hot against his neck.]
I want...
[She trails off, not entirely sure what she wants to say.]
[ he doesn't bother retracting his claws, considering she doesn't seem to mind them. a few of their points dig a bit in her upper thigh, not to the point of bleeding but enough to leave little marks.
his own breath is picking up at the teeth against his jaw - - his expression is largely impassive as ever, but the light flush on his cheeks shows he's enjoying that too. ]
Want...?
[ curious, his fingers raking further up her thigh until they can dip between her legs. ]
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[flushes slightly, glancing back at him]
Yeah.
...Do you want to?
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[huffs]
Who knows. It could have just been a question. I like a lot of idiots.
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[ he moves to sit on the side of the bed, seeing if she'll make space. ]
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That's good.
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[She reaches out to touch the bandages on his face.]
What happened here?
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[ as always - - he doesn't seem shy, reaching up to touch the edge of the bandages himself. ]
Did you want to see?
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[remembering the time she Nightmare Visioned him...]
I don't need to, but...
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he moves his hand to hers, trying to cup it to guide her fingers under the bandages ]
Is that a no?
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[She still isn't entirely sure she wants to, but she takes the encouragement to try to tug the bandages up anyway.]
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Are you going to replace it?
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[ Whisky seems unbothered by the inspection, moving his own hands down to brush calloused fingers down the lines of the scars on her chest ]
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Mm... Intensity can do mechanical eyes with extra features, if you're interested in that sort of thing.
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[She sides her hand up to pull his bandages completely off his head and discard them to the side, and then returns to run her fingers over his cat ears.]
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I can. I might try a real eye, first.
[ murmuring, fingertips now brushing over a nipple before he pinches, experimentally. ]
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Were they having a conversation?]
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Sensitive?
[ he asks, as if he can even talk when the nails digging into his scalp has him arching forward with a catlike rumble of approval. he pinches again, his other hand skimming her belly, down towards her legs. ]
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[Her sentence ends in a short needy noise. And she shifts towards him, knees splaying slightly as she rises to mouth the edge of his jaw.]
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Only now?
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Just... especially now.
[She drags her tongue over the scars on his cheeks, switches to skimming teeth lightly down his jawline, and then pauses, breath coming shallow and hot against his neck.]
I want...
[She trails off, not entirely sure what she wants to say.]
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his own breath is picking up at the teeth against his jaw - - his expression is largely impassive as ever, but the light flush on his cheeks shows he's enjoying that too. ]
Want...?
[ curious, his fingers raking further up her thigh until they can dip between her legs. ]
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You? Touch me—
[as if he's not doing that already; she presses against both of his hands]
Fuck me. Don't hold back. I want to not hold back.
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