electro_kinetic | oom: for i_am_your

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."

It's not that she takes them off because they're uncomfortable--usually, she's more comfortable with them on than not--but because they're not something that people like touching their bare skin intimately. She took them off with her boyfriend and more or less had assume she would now too. But they take a couple minutes to unhook and she'll deal with that later.

But when he mentions the chair she grins. It is kind of prime for alternative uses. "It's a kneeling chair," she says. "And it does. Sit in it, I'll show you the easiest way." It's basically the lotus position, because they will be facing, and depending on how far back he rocks he might not even have to hold her weight.

"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."

"I love them for that, yeah," she says. "I have one in my dorm room that my ex could never figure out how to sit in," Nori chuckles, as she moves closer to sit in his lap after peeling off the denim shorts--those, unlike the shirt, she actually wears something under, though. It's not quite a thong, but close, and is bright yellow with dark pink hearts. The way the chair balances means she's got her legs crossed behind his back and they are very close. Not as close as they'll likely end up later, though.

"You can turn them around and it makes a pretty good sex chair, too," she mentions. "But one of you will be kneeling on the floor that way."

"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.

"Never assumed you hadn't," she murmurs, clasping her arms around his shoulders as they rock; she's pretty damn flexible, and reaches up with a now-bare foot and pushes off against the dresser behind him, hips sliding closer.

"Hey, there's a reason I love these things. Besides, it's good to have options when you jump back in the pool, right?" Nori asks.

"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.

"Um," she murmurs, tilting her head as she considers, though she doesn't slide back any to look at him. "With another person? Sex," she says. "With the last boyfriend I had. It was a couple years ago."

She slides her hands down his spine a little ways and back up to the ends of his hair. His hands moving over the bullet scar on her back keep her from asking as smoothly as she'd like whether he wants her to take off the metal gauntlets. "If the metal's cold. I can take them off for a while and it'd be fine."

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?"

"Not much," she says.

"I've used a bullet vibrator, but nothing else." It's not something she talks about informatively, so her voice is a little more halting than it was in the bar when they were just teasing. "It's not very often. Just when I can't sleep, and it's not stress or anything else I can pinpoint."

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.

"...Yeah?" she says. "Man, I have like three, I keep forgetting to replace the batteries. And I can't actually charge them as it stands. You can keep one if you want it that bad," she chuckles.

"...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.

She can't not laugh. "Sure, sure. They're tiny, I warn you, but they vibrate pretty hard," Noriko says, and unfortunately must unfurl carefully to get said object--the one that works, which is red and maybe as big as her thumb--to click it on by the button at the end. It rattles around in her hand as she holds it out, audibly humming, but compared to one that still requires AC power, she imagines it's quiet.

"See? This kind isn't insertable, but it's workable."

She can imagine--easily--how often he must use something like that. She doubts he's any less...affable at home than he is here.

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.

"Yeah, wait and see what happens when you put it up against something that actually responds," she laughs, and now seems as good a time as any to rid herself of the metal gauntlets and her tee shirt. They're nowhere near as bulky as the first few sets she had, but they do take a minute to unlatch and take off, each separating from a ring just below her elbow joint that holds them on.

Each forearm is revealed to be fairly heavily scarred, the unique starburst patterns meaning only one thing; burns, from sweat turning to steam under high current. The skin is smoothed from months of using scar-reducing lotion, but it's still easily visible. And without the shirt the other few scars are too; two bullet wounds on her back, one long cut scar around her lowest rib on the right side.

"Seriously, though, they're kind of incredible, especially for what they are." It's just a tiny motor and an off-balance weight. But it's amazing, the effect that has.

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?"

The lack of attention to them is strange for Noriko, but oddly...appreciated. It's one time she won't have to explain the effects of her mutation and the whole crazy story of why she's not even legally able to drink and has those kinds of scars. She likes that. She also doesn't get that response a whole lot.

"It is pretty awesome that way," she says, taking the vibrator between slim fingers, with unpainted nails, though she isn't quite so bold as to simply click it back on and undo his fly. She only touches the end--thankful at the moment that it's silicon-coated--to the top of his sternum, letting the vibration start low as she slides it down, counting the ribs she passes and pausing at the end of his ribcage.

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.

"Commando, huh?" she asks, amused as she tugs on a belt loop--she is not nervous of bare bodies, not at all--and moves her hand further down his waist. Her hands are oddly smooth, being encased in metal ninety-eight percent of the time, and she turns her head to rest her forehead on his temple as she extends her arm and rubs the vibrator along the ridge of his pubic bone.

"God, you're pale," Nori chuckles.

"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."

"Means you're not wearing anything under these," she says, nudging the pooled fabric at his feet. "Which a lot of us like," Nori adds.

She sinks down on the edge of the bed with a smile, hand at his hip and pulling him a little closer. The other hand, with the vibrator, wraps slowly around his dick with the little silicone bullet held in the cradle of her fingers against his skin. "I'm way too much of a day person, then."

"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.

She just chuckles when he laughs and tosses his head back, because she's yet to know anyone who can honestly dislike the feeling of vibration right there. You just have to be bold with it. "I'm assuming that means you like it," Nori murmurs, a definite grin curving her mouth as she leans back on one elbow.

She's slowly stroking him, obviously pretty familiar with how this whole game works and not in any kind of real hurry to get it done with. "Come lay down with me."

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.

She bends her knee, trapping his thigh against the back of her knee as she twists her hand and works his cock until he's hard, playing her fingertips over his skin. It's not the most urgent, the most excited kind of foreplay, but the fire that's slow to build burns hot, and long.

Noriko has not had sex in a long while by most people's standards; by teenage ones, it's been an eternity. And damn if the way he moves is not really sexy, the sinuous arch of his spine just in reach of her hand. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps and her nipples peak as his lips trace down her throat, making her hum and arch her hips up. "That all you can with that mouth?"

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.

Nori squeezes him in her hand when he presses against her, and clicks the button on the vibrator to turn the speed up. She likes being able to get those little rhythmic sighs out of him--out of anyone, really, but him in particular because he doesn't seem like he's trying too hard.

She just grins back at him when that smirk slides against her neck, though it takes the moment's space of him lifting his head for her to chuckle and bite the end of her tongue playfully. "Uh-huh," she teases. "Is this the part where I bang out that line about me love you long time?" She's not above using it for a laugh, especially when they are in bed.

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."

"Well," she laughs, switching the vibrator to her other hand and matching the one of his on her thigh, "I might draw the line at barking."

Noriko slides his hand up her thigh to the curve of her ass, smiling as he gets up close and personal enough for her to rub against his hips with hers. "I suppose I should ask which one of us should be pitching before we get started."

"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?"

"Yeah," she laughs, pushing up against him and smiling as she wraps her legs around his. "Pitching. Fucking. As in being on top," Noriko murmurs, drawing a fingertip up his spine slowly.

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