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[ It's familiar and still very nice-- nicer than the Bad End dorms, though considering those were improved since he got there, he has no idea how big the gap could've been.

He follows along at a casual pace to her room. ]

Nah, you're fine.

[ She's already doing more than enough, honestly. ]

[ Yvette's is simple but comfortable: the library books and plushes on the desk and the naughty costumes alongside prim skirt suits in the closet keep the room from looking staid. And yet, it doesn't feel fully personalized, either.

The shoes she'd been carrying since they made it past the reception area go in their designated place in a regimented line. And she guides him to the Murphy bed, sitting next to him. Her expression is more concerned than "come hither," when she asks: ]

Is there anything I shouldn't do?

[ He looks around at her room for a moment before speaking up. It really suits her, huh? Up to and including the careful lack of personal touches.

He'd taken his own shoes off at some point along the way and places them near hers, not quite breaking the regimented line but placed carefully enough that they won't seem too out of place at a glance. ]

Honestly, my list of "no"s is pretty short and not likely to come up.

[ He winks at her. His tone is casual, flirty but not too serious about it. ]

[ she isn't that easily convinced, though she keeps her tone soft, wary of pushing too much. ]

If you say so... I just don't want to make you uncomfortable or unhappy by doing anything too intimate.

You have someone you really care about, don't you?

[ He pauses for a moment, stares at her in surprise. It's not that he hadn't realized she'd known-- he knew the implications of that little trick she'd used when they'd first met-- but to hear it put out in the open so blatantly...

...he hadn't expected it. ]

....Yeah, I do. But if I succeed in my goals, I'll never see that person again anyway. So it's better I get used to that now.

Ah...

[ That hits home, more than it ought to. She goes still, measuring out her words even more carefully ]

It would be arrogant to say I fully understand your situation, but I know the feeling of resigning oneself to never seeing someone again for the sake of something larger than ourselves...

I'm sorry, I'm sure you don't want to talk about this right now.

....Not really. But ask me about it again sometime, maybe I'll answer a few questions.

[ Maybe. He's not even sure as he says it if he intends to keep true to those words. But then again, they both know it's a painful topic. ]

But.... thanks.

[ He reaches to pat her head. ]

[ Enough striking at the core for the day. Possibly not for a while, out of consideration for his feelings.

She leans into his touch, blinking slowly, just like a cat ]

You're welcome.

[ He'll keep up the headpatting at least a moment later. ]

Though that does lead me to the question before we start-- do you have any limits, any "no"s or things that should otherwise be avoided?

[ her eyes open just enough to make contact, needing visual confirmation that this is a serious question.

Her lips press in a thin line, holding back the automatic, people-pleasing, "no, anything is fine," on the tip of her tongue, because she knows exactly what she doesn't want. ]

While I understand things happen in the heat of the moment... marks are troubling to me, especially if they're deliberately made in places that can't be covered with clothing— not that I would expect you to do something like that.

It isn't necessarily that I want to be handled delicately, or have ownership issues, but maintaining a lack of defining features is ingrained in me.

[ The honest answer is infinitely preferable to the people-pleasing one and he nods after she says her piece. ]

No marks, got it. I can definitely handle that one.

[ He has a guess or two why she'd have a preference like that but he won't say it, won't even touch on it too heavily in the safety of his own mind. It really doesn't matter "why," least of all in this moment. ]

Anything else?

The others are unlikely to come up in a situation where efficiency is important.

[ Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, she pulls her tie off in one swift motion as she leans in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. ]

Haha, alright that's fair.

[ He's keeping his tone light, casual.

That being said, he's not going to keep dawdling. He slips off the jacket he's been wearing-- yes, even in this weather-- and lightly rests a hand on her cheek. ]

Hey, Yvette? ....Thank you.

[ She doesn't pull away from his touch, focusing on unbuttoning her blouse. The skin beneath is soft and scarless, the sheer black bra interwoven with gold and cream flowers stands out against it. ]

No... thank you for allowing me to help.

It's not so hard when it's a beautiful woman.

[ He winks at her. They both know it's just banter but they've already gotten about as serious as he can handle the situation right now and a little bit of light flirting doesn't hurt anything. Besides, she is beautiful and he doesn't mind admiring that pretty bra for a moment before he takes off his own shirt. ...Shirts.

He's fairly solidly built, perhaps moreso than might be immediately indicated by the aesthetic senses of Bad End's wardrobe, or at least the outfits he's worn in it. But unlike Yvette he can make no claims to being unscarred. The most prominent is a large, neatly round one on his chest-- one that, if she should notice, goes all the way through to his back. ]

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[ The skirt falling past her hips reveals her commitment to dressing the part is truly head to toe. The bra is part of a set, with a skirted panty with garter straps to hold up her sheer silk stockings.

Everything about her encourages touch, and while she's cautious of touching back, she'll openly look at that scar. It's certainly troubling. She presses close, smelling of citrus and mint, leaving light kisses along the base of his neck and shoulder as she tries to take more discrete peeks at it. ]

[ He doesn't seem to take any issue with her looking-- far from it, he's inviting the touches, the glances-- tilting his neck slightly to encourage those light kisses even as he maps out her curves with his hands. Her waist, her hips and the hems of her panties-- which he doesn't remove just yet but does follow along the edges until he reaches her ass and grabs a handful.

Look, he knows what he likes okay and he definitely appreciates a nice ass. ]

[ Breathy laughter flits along his shoulder as he follows every rise and dip. While she's slim and toned, she's still made for fondling, with just enough softness in all the right places.

Which includes the ass that pushes into his hands accommodatingly as encouragement. Taking his move as a cue, she drapes her arms over his shoulders to coax him into a hug, and stops just shy of a kiss on the lips ]

Do you mind if I kissed you properly?

I definitely don't mind that.

[ And to punctuate his words, he closes the gap between the two of them and presses a kiss against her lips, slotting the two of them that much closer together. ]

[ The kiss is a cue to dispel the last of her worries for the sake of his heart, and the wounds she might accidentally open.

She deepens it with fingers tangled in his hair, settling in his lap, if he'll allow it. ]

[ His heart's not invulnerable, but it'd take a good deal more to wound it.

He's not considering it at all in this moment though, instead enjoying the taste of her mouth and the softness of her legs as she settles onto his lap, his hands lightly squeezing her ass as she does. He makes an approving sound at the way her fingers tangle into his hair, clearly enjoying it. ]

[ A drawn out purr of approval is pressed to his mouth, emphasized by the enthusastic roll of her hips in his lap.

With every breath, silken lace and satin rise and fall against the chiseled plane of his chest. ]

[ With the roll of her hips, she can definitely feel his own rising interest even as his hands move from her ass and trace lightly up her spine until his hands reach her bra. If it's a back-clasp bra he'll be deftly undoing it, otherwise, he'll trace the lines of it to the front. ]

[ The bra closure is in the back, and she's more than happy to help him remove it, easing her hands out of his hair so the straps can be slid off her shoulders. The carefully rounded tips of her fingernails faintly grazes his chest, over his nipples and down to tease at his waistband.

She grinds on his lap, on a hunt for the right friction to give him a little extra encouragement. ]

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