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Aug. 20th, 2014 10:34 am
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Noriko's room is much like the occupant--eclectic, though not quite to the point of 'chinoiserie a go-go', despite the varied japanese touches. (She figures it works for her, given she's actually from Japan, and hey, even she likes being around familiar things.)

She doesn't ditch the gauntlets first thing, but it's definitely on her mind.

Right next to 'this should be entertaining'. It feels a little strange to invite someone to her room after a solid couple of years wherein the only sexual activity was powered by batteries. But hey, it's like riding a bike, or so Noriko assumes.

Date: 2014-08-20 04:01 pm (UTC)
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The Emcee follows her inside. The decor does suit her, the colors and patterns and bits and bobs all extensions of her personality. She feels comfortable here, and thus so does he, if she is at ease.

Noriko's gauntlets don't bother him. She obviously bears them well and knows what she's capable of doing while wearing them.

He tosses the top hat onto the corner of the bed, followed by the tuxedo coat. It was part of a costume anyway. He is shirtless (more his style, really), with black suspenders holding up loose dress trousers. He is no Adonis, being slender and boyish, but he is confident enough in his own skin to have made a living being half-clothed most of the time.

"You know, darling, I keep looking at that odd chair and trying to figure out how to use it other than for sitting. Because honestly, the design just begs for it."

Date: 2014-08-20 06:14 pm (UTC)
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"Ooh, you had me at 'kneeling.'"

He settles into the strange chair with his knees on the knee cushions, the angles and balancing forcing his back and shoulders straight. But it's not uncomfortable; in fact, it feels fantastic, and he looks up at her with a devious grin.

"I don't believe I've ever had better posture in my life. And it rocks, too. I think I need one of these marvelous things for my dressing room."

Date: 2014-08-20 07:37 pm (UTC)
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"Mm, well, I have had quite a bit of experience climbing onto things and sitting on them, so this is no problem," he says wryly, watching her take off her shorts with an appreciative gaze. He hooks an arm around her waist to keep her steady when she straddles his lap, and when she's settled, he clasps his hands at the small of her back.

"How versatile. We might have to try that later, too. Don't worry, I've spent a lot of time on my knees as well."

He starts to rock the chair, slightly at first just to get a feel for it. And a feel for how their bodies press together with each sway backwards and forwards.

Date: 2014-08-20 09:19 pm (UTC)
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"Having as many options open to you is always good," he agrees, his expression and voice growing languid as the rocking takes on a sensuous rhythm.

He shifts his hands, slipping them under her t-shirt and winding his arms around her waist, holding her more flush against his hips.

"What was the last sexual thing you did?"

It's asked casually enough, though it could lead to naughtier things. And there's the fact that his lips brush against her chin when he asks.

Date: 2014-08-20 09:55 pm (UTC)
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Goosebumps rise on his arms and down his back when her gauntlets move over his skin, but he shakes his head, unconcerned, and even liking it, by the little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Keep them on, darling. Until you want to take them off."

He kisses her chin.

"And how about the last thing you did on your own?"

Date: 2014-08-21 01:01 am (UTC)
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He blinks rapidly, his eyes wide as his smile broadens.

"A vibrator? You have a vibrator? Ooh, something else we can play with."

Those things are hard to come by in his day.

Date: 2014-08-21 05:11 am (UTC)
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"...Batteries? The ones available in my time still have to be plugged in."

Better read those safety instructions very carefully.

"I would love one, darling. Thank you! I suppose I can get the appropriate batteries from Bar when they run out."

Not if. When.

Date: 2014-08-22 06:01 am (UTC)
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He watches the gadget rattle around for a moment before he picks it up -- and it sends a continuous buzz through his fingers that tickles and pleases at the same time. Cupping it in his palm, the sensation becomes intensified.

"Oh good Lord, my hand is so aroused right now," he almost laughs.

He immediately thinks of his girls and boys at the Klub and how they would adore this thing.

Date: 2014-08-24 01:42 am (UTC)
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As with Jay and Sunshine, he doesn't ask about Noriko's scars. He doesn't pretend he doesn't see them; more like he sees them as simply a part of her, of who she is now. But how she got them is her business and her choice if she wants to tell him. And besides, her inhibition is beautiful in and of itself.

He flicks the switch on the device and it stills. He holds it up in his fingertips.

"Airplanes. Automobiles. Powerful machines called laptop computers. And then there's the pocket-sized, battery-operated vibrator. Fucking genius. What a time to be alive."

He gets up, and he toes off his boots and shrugs off his suspenders, before pressing the gadget into her (bare) hand, stepping close to her.

"How about you try it on me and see how I respond?"

Date: 2014-08-24 07:06 pm (UTC)
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He hums a little purr at the initial touch, his eyelashes fluttering, lips twitching into a wider smile as she drags the vibrator down his torso. As she does so, he slowly unbuttons his fly, letting the waistband sag low on his narrow hips. He's not wearing underwear.

He rests on hand on her hip. The other hand slides over her arm with a feather-light touch, fingers wrapping gently around her hand. She can still take it wherever she wants, and he'll follow.

His head is bowed toward hers, their faces close to one another. She'll feel his hot, heavy breath on her lips, on her cheek.

Date: 2014-08-25 12:07 am (UTC)
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"Commando? I may never understand your modern lingo, but it is definitely amusing."

He bites his bottom lip in a languid grin as she moves her hand lower, a soft moan escaping his throat. He slides his hand further around her waist, as his trousers slip down over his hips and pool at his feet.

"Nocturnal habits, darling. I go to bed when the sun comes up."

Date: 2014-08-25 06:31 am (UTC)
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"I shall remember that," he says with a crooked grin.

He moves with her toward the bed. And when she presses the vibrator against his cock he inhales sharply and throws his head back with a little cry, tinged with a breathless laugh. He grasps her shoulders, eagerly leaning into her touch.

"Daytime is overrated."

If he knew about Star Wars, he might make a crack about luring her to the dark side.

Date: 2014-08-28 01:24 am (UTC)
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She can also assume that he likes it because she'll feel his flesh start to firm up.

And she doesn't have to repeat her invitation twice.

Moving with the languidness of a cat, he joins her on the bed, lounging half on the mattress, half on top of her. He rests his weight on his elbow and hip, his body turned just so to leave enough room for her to keep her hand where it is, as he dips his head to plant kisses down the side of her neck to the pit of her throat.

Date: 2014-08-28 04:06 am (UTC)
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He slowly moves his hips, nudging her hand, pressing his stiffened cock against her fingers and the vibrator, as hot, sighing purrs waft over her skin in the wake of his lips.

He caresses her arm with an uninhibited touch, fingertips trailing up to her shoulder, down over her breast. His hand is soft, slender, moving with an almost feminine grace as he teases her nipple.

She'll feel his lip curl in a smirk when she asks her question.

This mouth? Has made everyone from English vicars to German barmaids to stoic vampires come. It is an equalizer.

He picks his head up, lips trailing along her jaw toward her mouth.

"Believe me, darling, you'll find out exactly what it can do..."

And he kisses her. Because he's also really good at making out.

Date: 2014-08-28 01:53 pm (UTC)
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She increases the speed and he exhales a short, sharp breath against her skin at the sensation, arching into her hand, pressing flush against her body.

His fingertips migrate lower, down her side, over her hip to grasp at her thigh. And he snorts a chuckle at her suggestion.

"Darling, please," he says, nipping at her bottom lip. "If I wanted to hear that, I would ask if you wanted me to bark unreasonable orders at you in German."

Date: 2014-09-18 05:39 am (UTC)
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"Everyone has their kinks," he murmurs with a smirk against the corner of her mouth. "Fortunately, that is not one of mine, either."

With his hand on her ass, he draws her lower body even closer. The vibrator thrums merrily away between them, when she asks her question, and...

"...Pitching?"

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