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[selfpreservationist]

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[rollplayinghouse]

[small huff]

What kind of poetry are you thinking about right now?

[selfpreservationist]

The erotic kind.

[he brings his other hand up to trace his fingertips up her arm to her shoulder]

"At the touch of you,
As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow,
The arrows of delight shot through my body.
You were spring,
And I the edge of a cliff,
And a shining waterfall rushed over me."

[rollplayinghouse]

[She turns very red, her flush creeping down her neck.]

Th-that's... a lot of words to say "it turns me on."

[Her hand smooths slightly down the side of his skirt.]

[selfpreservationist]

[his fingertips move to her neck, stroking idly along her collarbone]

It does turn me on. Were you in doubt?

[rollplayinghouse]

No.

[She moves fractionally into his touch, and her fingers play at the hem of the fabric.]

But it still feels good to hear.

[selfpreservationist]

[finding a lock of her hair and twirling it around his fingers]

You're right about that.

[rollplayinghouse]

[She hums almost inaudibly as she looks up at him, eyes dark]

You turn me on too.

[selfpreservationist]

[leaning in so he can brush his lips along glory's jawline]

I have... an idea. Why don't we... pick out something we'd like to wear... for each other?

[rollplayinghouse]

[tilts her head up more, her breath coming a little short, and without looking feels down to his bare thigh]

...Now? Or... for later?

[selfpreservationist]

Well, we did come here to try on clothes, after all.

[grins, and leans back]

[rollplayinghouse]

[her chin drops slightly and she huffs, her fingers skim up under the edge of his skirt]

That's true... but we have to appreciate them. And it would be fun to have something to surprise each other with at home, too.

[selfpreservationist]

You make a good point. If I had to guess what you like... I'd say... you're fond of skirts, to start with.

[rollplayinghouse]

That's not really a secret.

[selfpreservationist]

No, it's not. Have you any guesses about my preference?

[rollplayinghouse]

Hm.

[her eyes drop to look at her outfit]

I'd say you like things that are... revealing, but elaborate. And maybe that will be exciting for you to take off me.

[selfpreservationist]

Not a bad start.

[hooks his finger under one of her bra straps and toys with it]

[rollplayinghouse]

[slides her hand further up his thigh]

Just a start, huh?

[selfpreservationist]

[it's obvious to her now that he is not wearing underwear under that skirt]

I like things that make you look... powerful.

[rollplayinghouse]

Powerful, huh?

[she moves her free hand to touch the knives on her thigh as her hand on his thigh moves in a little further, her lips staying parted slightly.]

Maybe a little dangerous?

[selfpreservationist]

[bites his bottom lip and tries to stay still as he watches her hand move to her thigh]

Dangerous, yes... but not to me.

[rollplayinghouse]

[pulls one of the throwing knives from its sheath and moves it to his bare stomach, eyes lowered.]

You're so sure of that.

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[selfpreservationist]

[there's--a moment where he goes very tense, and his expression shifts from aroused to concerned, worried... afraid. his shoulders hunch and he almost takes a step back, but stops himself at the last second.]

[selfpreservationist]

[and then he forces himself to take a deep breath and let it out, let his shoulders relax, clench and unclench his fists. it's fine. it's not serious. they're just flirting.]

... I am. Because I trust you... not to hurt me.

[rollplayinghouse]

[hm]

...Well, that's right. I won't, unless you want me to. Not if I can help it.

[she returns the knife to its sheath and instead finally continues the motion with her other hand, moving up to cup his balls under his skirt]

[selfpreservationist]

Ah--

[he lets out a soft huff of air when she touches him, and he braces a hand on her arm]

I... I know. You... you'll protect me instead, won't you?