[but also, the touch-- is nice? still, the motion prompts him to step closer into her space. see if she backs away, or blinks when he's intensely locking eyes with her.]
You know, you should let your hair down some. Relax.
[ she doesn't move away, although she shuffles her feet a little bit, and she doesn't hold eye contact for that long, looking down and to the side. ]
This is actually better than average for me, as relaxation goes. Mostly I just freeze up and drop affect when I'm really tense.
[ still, though, she tilts her head a little, and then reaches back with her other hand to tug the tie out of her braid, and shakes her head to loosen it. It's actually pretty long, falling to mid-back, and catches the moonlight in a lovely way. ]
I actually didn't realize your hair was that long. Never seen it down before.
[weird, to see it now. he reaches out to run his hand through her hair, light for the moment, considering her, even though she's looked away from him for the moment.]
Jason's my name-- rivals don't even factor into it.
[But he hears the question she didn't quite directly ask, and smirks just slightly before leaning in to kiss her, himself, his lips hungry and aggressive, maintaining a rather straight line with his body.
She sighs into it, pulling at his lower lip with her teeth a little bit; her hand slips inside his jacket to sit at his back and pull him tight against her.
Her other thumb drags over the line of his jaw, a little less the light touch it was before. ]
[when she pulls him in close, the line he'd been keeping shifts, and his arms wrap around her waist, pulling himself in to lean against her just slightly.
though his hands don't stay at her hips, sinking lower to squeeze her ass and pull her in closer-- or maybe to give him the leverage to push her back against the door to the stairs leading into the building below. pinning her, as his tongue runs across her lips and her teeth, before pushing into her mouth]
[ despite her usual propriety, she's clearly enjoying this; she makes a slightly surprised squeak when his hand finds her ass, but it quickly turns into a pleased sound. she sinks into the kiss, parting her lips to let him deepen it, pushing back in turn.
...also ye gods no one ever pushes her up against a wall which is a damn shame because this is... good. nice. she runs her hand up and down his back, and her other hand weaves into his hair, tugging just a little bit. ]
[pushing people into walls is fun. but so is getting pushed around a little bit. he makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat when she finds his hair and tugs against it. he only stops the aggression in his kiss when he needs to break for air, in short, gulps before he's kissing her again.
one of his hands slides up her side, fingers gripping the fabric to pull it loose, easier for him to slink his hands under.]
[ That's good encouragement, getting those kinds of noises in response—her fingers tighten in his hair and she's just about as disinclined to let up, other hand curling into the fabric of his shirt, breathing ragged.
Her eyelashes flutter a little bit when his hands edge up under the hem of her shirt, and she makes a little whine at the touch. ]
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[ she looks up at the sky briefly, expression a little distant, before glancing back at him. ]
I'm used to trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Similar reason, you could say. And, anyway, it's practical...
...surely you can take that off here, though.
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Here? Sure. For you.
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[ takes a half step closer, and reaches over to brush her thumb over his cheekbone on one side. ]
I mean, it's definitely a statement, but you've got a handsome face, you know.
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[but also, the touch-- is nice? still, the motion prompts him to step closer into her space. see if she backs away, or blinks when he's intensely locking eyes with her.]
You know, you should let your hair down some. Relax.
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This is actually better than average for me, as relaxation goes. Mostly I just freeze up and drop affect when I'm really tense.
[ still, though, she tilts her head a little, and then reaches back with her other hand to tug the tie out of her braid, and shakes her head to loosen it. It's actually pretty long, falling to mid-back, and catches the moonlight in a lovely way. ]
Does this look a little more laid-back?
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I actually didn't realize your hair was that long. Never seen it down before.
[weird, to see it now. he reaches out to run his hand through her hair, light for the moment, considering her, even though she's looked away from him for the moment.]
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I don't really wear it down, much. I guess that's habit, too; I've never really thought about it.
[ her other hand comes to tug lightly at the lapel of his jacket, palm half-resting against his chest. ]
...you know, I realize I'm not sure—do you prefer Jay, or Jason?
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Jay's what my brother called me. But Jason's what everyone else called me.
[he leans forward just slightly.]
Why?
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Nero calls you Jason, so I wasn't sure if that was your special name for rivals only.
But also it seems like the sort of thing you should know before you ask someone if you can kiss him.
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[But he hears the question she didn't quite directly ask, and smirks just slightly before leaning in to kiss her, himself, his lips hungry and aggressive, maintaining a rather straight line with his body.
aggressive is second nature to him, honestly]
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She sighs into it, pulling at his lower lip with her teeth a little bit; her hand slips inside his jacket to sit at his back and pull him tight against her.
Her other thumb drags over the line of his jaw, a little less the light touch it was before. ]
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though his hands don't stay at her hips, sinking lower to squeeze her ass and pull her in closer-- or maybe to give him the leverage to push her back against the door to the stairs leading into the building below. pinning her, as his tongue runs across her lips and her teeth, before pushing into her mouth]
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...also ye gods no one ever pushes her up against a wall which is a damn shame because this is... good. nice. she runs her hand up and down his back, and her other hand weaves into his hair, tugging just a little bit. ]
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one of his hands slides up her side, fingers gripping the fabric to pull it loose, easier for him to slink his hands under.]
Y'know... never... asked...
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Her eyelashes flutter a little bit when his hands edge up under the hem of her shirt, and she makes a little whine at the touch. ]
N.... never asked wh...?