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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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...?