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[attr="class","textieno"]She finished her second drink already, she may as well have a third one considering how far this is going. She’s right about the frequency, that’s what counts the most.[break][break]
“Of course, I do admire a reaction to a euphoric moment. Especially if given the same in return from the tension.” It’s a wonder that he’s even talking to her like this when at first, he despised her being so open with her personality. Now seeing where he is, can he exactly loathe her about it? They both can learn, even explore a thing or two about each other. “To start it off though, I do have the tendency to tantalize any areas that could cause a buildup to the achievement. At least so penetration won’t give out an unpleasant feeling as I do want to make sure the orifice is ready, once stimulated.” [break][break]
There she goes with her third drink, and he barely just got his second one. Has he really been this slow, or is he that distracted? Even with her head start, Jen’s rather quick on the drinking.[break][break]
He wouldn’t thought that her question is rather audacious until he caught on to her hazel eyes staring down for one moment, only to come back up to stare at him. Another gulp of bourbon and he answers her question.[break][break]
“No, if you were that curious.” He should’ve found that revolting, but that smirk stayed on, “How bold of you to ask with such a disguised innocence. I didn’t know you were that eager to know me much further.” It’s not like he wasn’t as curious about her as she was with him, if not more. He’s one to talk, but to know that it’s possibly she wants to see or know more of him, made things rather relieving, in a way.
Ruki spun ever more words, weaving like a spider's silk; as he did so, she eyed him, knowing that all pretense of delicacy or roundabout reference were beginning to crumble away. She let out only the briefest chuckle, realizing that despite their physical ages, she likely had a tad more experience with this than he. Nevertheless, Jen was not deterred - she knew where this night was going now. The problem was, she'd just ordered a fresh drink, and she didn't like to rush her alcohol nor her associations...
She decided to buy some time, but this apparent deflection should - if executed properly - only add to the intended tension knotting up between them, "I see~ do you play any instruments, perchance?" the gleam in her eyes was, in a word, predatory: the Lioness had her quarry in range, "You seem like the type of man who would take naturally to classical string instruments."
Jen continued this line of thought, turning her body more fully toward him, relaxing, almost reclining slightly, emphasizing her confidence (among other rather prominent traits of hers), and her voice became consistently smoky, "Long, slender fingers," she danced her own fingertips along the top of her thigh, sometimes dipping slightly toward the inner surface, "ideal for contorting in any way necessary, to combine with masterful strokes of a bow, and produce from the body all the perfect notes... based on what I know of you thus far, Mukami Ruki," she gazed through him, smirking a bit as she did so, "does this sound like a fair evaluation of your inclinations and abilities?"
She took, perhaps a bit more of her drink than she normally would in a measure, then switched it for her water; if she wasn't careful, she might teeter too far over the line between buzzed and tipsy, so she needed something non-alcoholic to balance out her intake. Jen was even more pleased by this response of his though; and she was keen to parry his cunning accusation with her own observation, augmented by a giggle, "What? I know better than to ask in more indelicate ways, at least in mixed company like this~" okay, that may not have been entirely true, but playing by ear, she figured that an elegant innuendo would fly better with a man who seemed to pride himself on his class; besides, this was rather fun, "let's just say that I prefer when men have the whole package, which you apparently do~"
The dhampir was rather glad too, that the glass of water had come with a straw; she maintained eye contact as she wrapped her lips around it, and took a rather deep drink, before setting it back down, "If it's any consolation, since many people have asked me this time and time again," Jen crossed one arm over her lower rib cage, but it wasn't so much what it was over that mattered, "I'm also as nature intended, no ifs, ands, or buts..."
She picked her mojito back up, and the grin she maintained left nothing to chance, "Also, I believed you, up until the point where you said you didn't know~" another chuckle, her lashes batting slowly, and her tone dropping lower as she leaned forward, to give him just a slightly better view of her while she emphasized, "no way a man with your smarts would be fooled by my head games. Of course, depending on which head is involved in these games, I don't believe you're all that opposed to playing~"
Another long sip of her cocktail, and she swirled it in hand as she reclined again, "Is my assessment correct so far?"
[attr="class","textieno"]The intelligence she has, how she managed to describe it, taking her language to a very artistic level, and her words, velvety. The description results the theme being rather more explicit than it sounds when spoken. Yet, that’s what made the consultation entertaining, enticing, and venereal. Ruki has acknowledged the focal of this matter, he knows that they’ve passed beyond the point of no return and he’s not ashamed about it. The eldest Mukami does by all means, intend to give her his full attention. Undoubtedly, she’ll do the same.[break][break]
“That’s a rather decent enough of an evaluation, even though I am not one who plays a classical instrument.” Bringing the glass up to his lips, he didn’t take a single gulp, but two instead. The feeling of lightheadedness, kicking in. Feeling slightly relaxed, it is best seeing how much he knows the dhampir, or at least how much he intends to know more of her.[break][break]
“You seem to be one who’s familiar with horseback riding, perhaps very expertise.” Making eye contact with her as he raises a brow. If able to put this out correctly, everything shall intensify. “Straddling the legs, mounting on the saddle.” His hand that held onto his glass of bourbon, tracing around the rim, and sometimes his finger dipping in the opening of the glass, the tip immersing into the warm potation. “Unquestionably, you sound like the one who takes the reins as you relish the ride. Having the animal comprehend and respond to your signal to proceed; your legs giving a slight squeeze on the sides, causing the bounce of the animals’ gallop from under. Or maybe that canter caused the legs to tighten because of the repetitive and nonetheless, surprising motion.”[break][break]
“I believe you needn’t have to worry about that, as most if not, all of this company hardly or ignorantly perceives the intended meaning of the languages we’re speaking.” Aside from the English language.[break][break]
A slight eye movement that lasted almost less than a second. Ruki took in as much analyzation of her upper physique, “I figured. The bust would’ve had an odd separation in between, along with an awkward shine on the skin by the light.” [break][break]
Albeit, it’s tempting to have one more gaze down but Ruki’s slate eyes stayed focused on her face, that playful and nevertheless, teasing stare. His whole body turned towards her, and his arm remained on the bar since his hand holds the glass. He could take his bourbon like a shot glass, but savoring this is exhilarating. Bringing the glass to his lips, he took in a longer drink, about more than halfway done.[break][break]
“I can’t say that you’re not correct.” That’s enough to confirm. “Surely for you, two heads are better than one to play with, and if I may add, each a different type.”
Though she maintained this eloquent dance around the cruder details while engaging him, Jen felt herself getting ever warmer, it once more occurring to her that a month ago (had it already been a month since they'd met that fateful night? Maybe a month and a half?) she never would have believed that this would be the sort of banter they would be having... and by god, was she pleasantly surprised so far. Through her own sips of the rum concoction, she watched him double-dip, and sat calmly rapt as he detailed the workings of his mind through the veil of horseback riding. The dhampir couldn't help but note the way his fingertips caressed the edge of the glass, touched upon the pool of copper within; she entertained the possibilities of where he really wished to apply these delicate ministrations...
"I've never ridden a horse, but perhaps I could try sometime," this was where the straightforwardness stopped, "that said, I'm inclined to agree with you that I'd take to it well~ to be in such synchronization with another being, our instincts guided by my hands and words, holding on tightly as the pace picks up and both our breaths are snatched from our lungs~"
The way she spoke as she described this, was if she was already starting to gasp, breathless; the intonation was unmistakable, and she was glad she'd secured them a spot at the end of the bar, even if it was unlikely that anyone was able to understand their conversation. She'd allowed her eyes to drift away from him, and her legs uncrossed, her free hand running slowly down the length of her thigh, gripping slightly at the knee. Regardless, it definitely wasn't reins that she was imagining grabbing onto like that, nor was it a horse that she was picturing riding...
Jen smirked a bit when he remarked on the language barrier, "Correct. However, force of manners dictated that I still, at the least, maintain an air of gentility, even if the heart of the matter is, by comparison, quite visceral. Besides, it's not often that I get to use vocabulary with quite so many syllables, and still have my company be well-read enough to understand exactly what I mean."
That's it Jen: keep stroking the ego. He'll be eating out of your hand - and possibly another part of you - in no time~
By now, her third drink was about a third of the way gone, so she switched back to her water. She hummed after she had another few solid mouthfuls, "Oh, two heads aren't necessarily better than one, so long as one actually has brains, I can still enjoy toying with it~"
Jen sat back again, one leg folding under her seat, but the other extending toward her bar mate; she didn't touch him, but the slow roll of her ankle, the pointing of her toes, indicated that were he more comfortable with being touched unexpectedly, she would have initiated a bit of footsy. She knocked back a bit more of her mojito, and added, "That being said, there is something to be said for the relative simplicity, the straightforwardness, of playing with the other sort of head. Exactly how one prefers to do it," her feline grin was punctuated by a slip of her tongue, to wet her lips for emphasis, "sometimes comes down to a matter of taste."
To be honest, in her mind, once her drink is finished, there's only one logical place for this rendezvous to go. She still had about half the drink remaining, and knew for her own sake that she should finish the water as well... but the way they were eyeing each other by now, the way they hung on to every word, every gesture, she wasn't entirely sure she'd have the patience to stall much longer.
"Actually," her gaze slid to the glass of bourbon, and the look in her eyes became one that some would describe as come hither, "if you don't intend to drink anymore tonight, what do you say we get outta here and continue our... conversation... elsewhere?"
[attr="class","textieno"]Jen had dropped the charade, thus the deal began sealing for itself. Ruki pulls his hand away from the bourbon and licks his fingertips off that had the beverage remaining. Who would’ve thought that Ruki would be in this licentious deliberation with her? Jen. It only feels like recently, when he had first met her at the red light district, and distrusted her due to the first impression she gave out. Now, she has become his acquaintance. They’re still acquaintances, right? Her voice, goodness, it’s as almost as though she’s at the verge, the need for a certain thing.[break][break]
Taking a glance at her hand, slowly running down her thigh and to the knee, and her legs uncrossing. Ruki could only imagine what for. “Those hands of yours, I must admit I am rather curious about your dexterity. The thoughts about what they can possible do to give out a good performance.”[break][break]
Momentarily, Ruki gazed around the environment surrounding the two, “I fail to see anything to worry about. I highly doubt that any gawkers would tend to invade our privacy. Besides, to see you use this high level of vocabulary is already incentive for me.” With the few people in the lounge to know such words, and actually catch on to what they’re even talking about would be a miracle. Plus, everyone is seeming to mind their own business, unless they’re really that much of eavesdroppers to listen to only a vampire and dhampir discuss.[break][break]
Her drink, almost gone and his own, more than halfway done. He mostly sped through with his bourbon, taking large gulps and since it’s high quality, there’s no doubt the beverage will very much kick in. Or has it already? “Well then you shouldn’t have to worry about that now, will you?” He wasn’t placed as the “Brains” of the Mukami family without a reason, that’s for sure. She went on with more leg movements, which made the vampire draw his eyes towards them. One leg drew near his own, almost as if she’s attempting to try to footsy with him.[break][break]
Tasting, curiosity has been doing nothing but cloud Ruki’s mind with all these thoughts of what he and Jen could. Back the rooftop, he managed to get a nice tasting sample out of her, but that alone wasn’t enough for him to savor. Jen’s body has something more to give that he would be fond of taking more than just a taste sample.[break][break]
“Considering the preferences and eagerness, I’m sure it is easy to say another bargain may come to around, however a bite for a bite is not what’s on the table.”[break][break]
She has that look in her eyes, they’re not going to stay here at the lounge any longer, and definitely, they’re not going to part separate ways. His eyes drew back to his glass, there’s still a bit of the beverage that remains. He’s not really thirsty for it, anymore, admittedly. One more taste will do, though. Ruki didn’t abstain from potation, taking a few gulps until there was none left. He set his glass down, the alcohol slowly kicking in and getting him near into the buzz phase. Had he still distrust Jen, he would refuse to going anywhere with her. Now, who honestly cares?[break][break]
“Since you’re already familiar with the mansion, we can take this discussion in a much more...private matter.”
She glanced back at her own hands, following the psychological line he drew with his words, his implications of dexterity more than likely aimed at how well she could potentially manipulate him, at least in the physical sense~
Jen took in about half of what remained of her drink, her body electrified from the rush of alcohol and adrenaline flooding her bloodstream; she hummed again, "Oh, no, I never worried about that~ not where you were concerned, anyway~"
If only~ the way he was looking at her so hungrily, she wondered if he wouldn't be opposed to a bit of a public prelude...
The dhampir raised an eyebrow, though her smirk remained, "You're making bargains now? Hm hm~ I suppose it's only fair, considering I've so often done the same to you. I admit, I'm intrigued~"
Once she got his agreement to her indecent proposal, Jen pulled approximately the right amount of money - plus a proper tip - for the combined tab, after a cursory count. She flagged down the bartender, passed him the money, and nodded, "Keep the change, hon."
Normally, she might have counted out how much she was handing over, but she'd set aside enough that it wouldn't be a huge issue to take a ball park estimate. Nothing she couldn't make back in about a week, two if business is slow. Besides, at this juncture, she wasn't exactly looking to waste time with trivial details~ she'd basically netted the big game now. Jen stood up, meeting Ruki's stormy gray eyes, and purred, "And I imagine I'll be getting more familiar with one room in particular?" she leaned in and whispered, "Or maybe you don't necessarily confine such activities to a single space? Either is fine by me, of course~"
Once she stood up straight again, Jen's gaze directed toward the door, then back to the vampire, "I'm sure we can hail a cab to get us where we need to go, yeah?"
[attr="class","textieno"]“Who said I was concerned?” Who cares if anyone’s listening, it’s not like he’s going to stop. They’ve already reached this far. There’s no going back, whatsoever. Why let it die so abrupt? So unsatisfying?[break][break]
A chuckle came out from the vampire. “I figured you would be intrigued, you always seem to never back down.” It is very fair that he make one bargain towards her, after how many times she did so with him? “We’ve been very straightforward towards each other, and I know we’ve had tasted each other before. Surely, that mouth, that tongue of yours has been just as eager as mine on wanting to do so, again. However...I did recall saying back then just once. So in conclusion, blood is not what I’m craving for tonight.”[break][break]
She’s paying the bartender off for the drinks, thus the time of departing is coming very soon. It took every bit of sense in him, however to not show such body movement as Ruki shivered in result from her whispering. Then again, it’s taking a lot of sense in him to not even pounce on her right now, like an animal.[break][break]
Returning the whisper to her, “Honestly, that’s if we make it to that certain room. I’m beginning to feel rather antsy, at the moment. But, that doesn’t mean I tend to give up so quickly.” No matter how torturous it’s been. how long these thoughts have practically nitpicked at him almost daily, and that scent of hers nearly intoxicating him whenever she’s near, Ruki has learned to keep himself in restraint. Patience has usually stood by his side, only to thin for certain matters, can it still remain there while they’re arriving to the Mukami Manor?[break][break]
His eyes gazed at her body for a moment once she had stood up, only to stare back up to her face as she turns her face towards him. The drinks have already been paid, there’s nothing else to do here that can bring up a delay. It’s best now that they take their leave. The vampire stood up from his chair, ending up beside the dhampir to respond.[break][break]
“A cab will do, I’ll pay this time.” He gestured her to go on ahead, “Ladies first.” He still has a manners, and somewhat some courtesy.
So just what was this... proposal he had in mind? Hm... oh? She knew exactly what he was implying this time, and she couldn't say she was opposed by any means. Granted, it was something that she usually wouldn't try for the first time around, but sometimes things just rolled that way. Those olive eyes darted down his torso, and back up, "I must say, your offer is a generous one~ fair is fair, however. Tell me more when the time is right~"
Jen had leaned back in to listen to Ruki's own whispering, and if his unmistakable - albeit subtle - proposal wasn't enough to hold her attention, the tone he used certainly was; that suddenly warm, smoky, and rather seductive inflection caused her nerves to ripple, and she bit her lip as a playful grin appeared on her face. Antsy, huh? In fairness, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't also itching to stop figuratively beating around the bush, to just mount him where he sat... but, she refrained for obvious reasons. Could she ever find it in her to tell Ruki that there had been nights where he'd been the last thing going through her mind as she fell asleep with a flush in her face? Or how she'd considered pulling him aside during a break in classes just to keep from being pent up any longer?
"Ladies first, eh?" she responded, her voice still low and sultry as she began to take strides toward the door, every step measured both for maximum visual appeal, and to ensure she remained steady in her mild intoxication, "Someone did a good job teaching you your manners~ of course, I do hope that this creed of yours extends to other matters as well..."
[attr="class","textieno"]“Very well, then.” All the better to talk more about it at a different time than this, and if behind closed doors, that’s probably the best. He can’t say she turned down the bargain, and he’s going to keep it in mind, there’s no way he’ll forget about it at this rate. If he were to forget somehow, the imagination is only going to worsen for him, and who knows what it could have been.[break][break]
Her feline grin, that playfulness, she’s more like a kitten than a lioness. Looks can be deceiving however, as Jen can possibly have take just as much reins as Ruki can. Only one way to find out, truth or not. He didn’t hesitate to stare longingly at her thighs, the idea that he could just pounce right here, and Hell is it tempting. It doesn’t help when he’s just inches away from her, he can literally just run his hand onto her thighs, and he knows it’s a torturous urge. How he has this much restraint is something, but the better question is; How long can he withstand himself from having Jen?[break][break]
Following her along the way, it’s just perfect. Ruki can at least get some tension out, after how many restless nights, how many interruptions of his imagination during class hours, showering, and even reading. The vampire grew unsure whether it’s just him, or that once Jen took lead, her scent became stronger than the minutes before. It practically wafted on his face, he had no choice but to take it in. She has intoxicated him, something he believed would never happen but it has.[break][break]
“Well, you do seem to master your wording. It’s enough to convince me, you temptress. Though, I do want to believe that your actions are just as stimulating.”