dreampost: even more after dark edition (III)

[wotanon]

[ AGAIN, but this time it's future is now's fault,

shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[devilmightcare]

[ there's a little huff of laughter at her reply as he sits up a bit further -- leaning on his elbows to watch as she puts her guns back together, with interest. ]

You're clean as always, though.

[ even if that's not meant literally -- it's hard to avoid getting dirty after a fight like that -- he's referring to her movements, the efficiency of her hands, small things like that. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[In fact she is significantly less clean than her gun is, now; her cloak caught the worst of it, but certainly not all of it, and she hasn't bothered to even attempt to wipe her face off before working on her gun. Her face is a lot less likely to rust and jam.

She finishes up the reassembly and huffs, finally glancing over.]

I'm not sure I can say the same for you.

[devilmightcare]

[ he doesn't mind the mess on her at the moment -- it's not like he has room to judge. and he's not making a move to clean himself up yet, either, still feeling too riled up to start the process of that.

he lifts his hands, as if in a motion of surrender ]

Hey, say what you will about my style -- I get results, don't I?

[rollplayinghouse]

[She evaluates him for a moment, but he certainly took out too many demons too effectively for her to deny that, so eventually, somewhat grudgingly:]

Yes, you do. You weren't bad.

[devilmightcare]

Not bad? You're undersellin' me a bit, aren't you?

[rollplayinghouse]

You do a thorough enough job at selling yourself that I doubt you need me to stroke your ego.

[devilmightcare]

Good point. It's strokin' itself just fine.

[ with a grin -- and abruptly he lifts a hand up to her face, thumb brush at a smudge on her cheek if she'll allow it. ]

You got a little something on you.

[ as if that weren't obvious. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Her eyes widen, but she doesn't move away. After her eyelids drop again her gaze sharpens and she's quiet for another few seconds before responding, just faintly amused.]

And after you mentioned how clean I was. Maybe I'm dropping to your level after all.

[devilmightcare]

[ he laughs ]

Hey, nothing's wrong with a little mess! Just means you had fun.

[ he helps rub the mark off, with a bit of a sharper grin. ]

Kinda nice seeing you like this, actually.

[rollplayinghouse]

Is it...?

[She sets her gun down carefully, on the edge of the desk away from both of them.]

I don't take quite the same joy in my work as you do, but I don't mind the evidence of our victory.

[devilmightcare]

[ a little amused laugh -- even after he's scrubbed the mark off his hand is lingering just a little long. ]

It's satisfying, right?

[rollplayinghouse]

[huffs lightly]

I suppose it is. I'm used to working alone... This is different.

[shifts her weight]

[devilmightcare]

Yeah?

[ lightly, his hand finally dropping from her face -- but playfully, moving down to skim against the side of her leg instead ]

S'it nice?

[rollplayinghouse]

Yeah. It is.

[When his hand brushes her leg she exhales again, a little more sharply this time.

And then all at once she moves for real, rising to sit on the edge of the desk and slide closer to him, reaching out to grip the lapel of his coat.]

Were you looking to have a little more fun?

[devilmightcare]

[ he laughs -- it's a little breathless, not stopping the pleased, shit-eating smile that crosses his face as he moves to stand. but it's only to be at a better angle, closer to her, hand teasing up the edge of her skirt. ]

Caught me red-handed!

[rollplayinghouse]

[Her leg twitches, knees spreading just a little wider as his hand moves up her thigh, breath catching nearly imperceptibly. And then she pulls him in closer with a forceful tug at his coat.]

You're not that smooth a criminal.

[Time for a kiss to get that smug grin off his face, though she doesn't have any doubt it will just be more smug afterwards.]

[devilmightcare]

[ she's not wrong. in fact she can probably feel the way his lips curl against hers, and he leans forward to match that kiss, encouraged to skirt his his hand up further, getting her skirt pushed up to her hips -- giving himself more room to lean in between them, nestling himself comfortable between her legs. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Demon hunting in thigh high stockings and panties that tie on the side probably isn't super practical, but not any less practical than assassinating people in them.

Which is to say that her legs are bare under her skirt, and she makes a soft noise against his mouth as his fingers brush the sensitive skin of her thighs. She increases the force of the kiss to try to cover for it, releasing her grip on his coat so she can slide her hands inside it instead.]