[ There's a sense of accomplishment that rushes through her, and she shakes her head as she huffs out another laugh. ]
I'm so proud of you. Just for that, I'm forgiving your lame joke and you won't have to actually owe me any crepes for it.
[ He brought it up... Now she can start asking him for crepes and other pastries. 😌
Much as she wants to keep laughing and telling jokes though, the painting has certainly quieted down. But the elevator isn't moving yet. ]
Anyway... [ If he hasn't blocked her view of the painting, she'll turn away from them without letting go of his hand. It's at the same time, for some reason, that the lights in the elevator dim a little. Not cool.
She lifts their hands. ] It looks like they're not letting us leave just yet.
[ He's not scowling anymore. But...now this was starting to feel awkward for him. But how awkward was this for her? The Teasing Trio weren't really going to keep them in this elevator forever, were they? Ragna may not have been the best at showing it, but...the longer he spends time with her, the more grateful he feels. To the point where actually holding her hand felt less like a necessity and more of a genuine comfort.
So much so her presence was the reason he calms down. Look at Weiss, taming a beast.
Ragna hasn't blocked her view of the painting yet, so as she turns away from them, he shuffles along while keeping his hand in hers. That's around the time that the lights dim a little. No flickering, this time. Only softer now. He might have felt a shiver run down his spine knowing that the lighting probably had something to do with the ghosts he was scared of...if it hadn't been for Weiss continuing to grab his attention. His eyes follow their hands as she makes it crystal clear that they weren't prepared to let them leave. ]
[ He really did just want to hang out. But if the trio are feeling a little extra greedy, seeing just how taut that string was being pulled on such a prickly pair, tighter and tighter... ]
[ It's a little embarrassing now, being the one who's actually talking about what to do and sort of walking themselves through it. Were she with someone else, she'd be the one unsure and hesitant about everything. It's why she doesn't look so happy to even be bringing up the situation now, nor does she seem particularly pleased or relieved that he agrees.
He says he wouldn't mind, and there's a part of her that feels bad for some reason. But there's a part of her that that's less sympathetic. The side of her that's thinking, well, he's not going to survive in this place by himself, so he's really gonna kiss and even have sex with someone some time. This is fine! ]
Are you sure?
[ She really will kiss you, Ragna, if you don't back out now. ]
[ Ragna's spent enough time internalizing his struggles, uncertainties and doubts. And when she asks him if he's sure, he's...glad. Glad that she didn't have to make him spell it out for her. Because it's becoming less about being adverse to the idea, and more accepting that until he can break free and go home like everyone else,
It was okay. He didn't hurt her. The power to "take" wasn't pushing her away from him. There would be time to really think about this power of his, what he used it for, what he really wanted it for, another time. What did he say before? That he'd continue to fight as a human to the very end? Then...so long as she doesn't break that delicate trust he's putting in her now, than he'll try. He'll try and see what it's like to feel as a human.
Besides, she spoke of how he should save his first kiss for somebody he likes. She meant it romantically, but even he knew that getting attached in a debauched place like this was a terrible idea. They ultimately needed to get out of this elevator, and she didn't look very happy now that he told her what he was accepting. He's not the best when it comes to comforting others, or putting others unease to rest. But whatever was bothering her now, he doesn't press it or ask. Instead, he answers the only way he knows how.
Straightforwardly, with a slow squeeze of her hand. ]
[ Well, there's no backing down from this now. Not that they really had a choice to begin with unless they wanted to get stuck here forever, but at least he's convinced himself that this is all... acceptable.
"You're a good First" does somehow work its way to colouring Weiss' cheeks, though. With how pale she is, he'd be able to see the bright tint of it now, but she looks away with a pout and a huff. ]
If I knew any better, I'd say you really do have a crush on me.
[ ... please forgive her. This is her own way of coping. And she's only looking away for a good few seconds after that. Any reaction he may have is going to be cut short when she looks at him again, brows still furrowed. She tugs on his hand with a little bit of force to get him to lean down a little, and if he does do that, she lets go of his hand so she can wrap both arms around his neck as she gets on her tiptoes to give him a soft kiss on the lips.
It's not quite as cute compared to romantic movies and how couples there have their first kiss, no. There's no surge of emotion, no drama. The Teasing Trio seem pleased though, if only ever so slightly. They would both feel the elevator actually moving, only stopping after a second or two, as if they've just gone down a floor. Ah, but they were up at the VIP floors, weren't they? They've still got a long descent ahead of them.
And it looks like it isn't going to move again until something more happens. ]
[ What, did he finally get one over her? This wasn't a competition, but seeing the way her cheeks colour so brightly before she can look away with a pout and a huff, Ragna wonders if he was a little too straightforward. She's about the most trustworthy person he's come across so far, and he didn't even know that when he decided to invite her to his VIP suite.
An otherwordly, gilded casino resort, and Ragna's first gamble wasn't on the slots or a card table. It was on a huffy little Ice Queen who was pressing buttons on him he didn't even know existed. He'd bluntly told her that he wasn't into schmoozing the pants off someone for free shit, nice as she looked. But in his internalized thoughts, Weiss with a little colour on her face was stirring something in his chest further, all before that heat spreads when she barely gives him a chance to get a say back edgewise when she tugs him to lean down a little. ]
Tch... Words in my— [ —mouth? That's currently being shut up by the delicate press of her lips against his, his eyes snapping wide for but a fleeting couple of seconds. The sheer size he has over her keeps him mindful to stay leaning down, a large hand capturing the small of her back for her purchase against him. Those seconds pass, and any firmness she feels melts away with a sigh through his nose. Suddenly his eyelids feel heavy, closing shut as the rest of the world is drowned out, phantoms and all. It's because he's never experienced this before, firmly keeping Weiss supported against him as he does, almost protectively so, that such a soft kiss almost feels overwhelming. ]
...?
[ The only thing that jostles him back to reality is the subtle feeling of the elevator starting to move. He doesn't completely pull away, opening his eyes that appear brighter in the dimmed light as he breaks from the tender kiss first. That was it. It shouldn't mean anything. A first kiss? The hell was the point of a first kiss anyway? What made it so different from any future ones that people had? Who cares? He accepted that he had more pressing matters. He gave that all up without even being given the choice to take it.
So... Was that enough? ]
...
[ No. No, it was not enough. And as Ragna's gaze flits back to Weiss, face burning and his heart beating a little faster... No. It's not enough. And he's not talking about the elevator as he returns the favour, kissing her back as he chases the taste of her. Chaste, yet as his lips sweep against hers with a surprising gentleness, the audible little 'smack', it sounds so loud in his own head. So he doesn't stop. Not until she taps him to, the hold upon the curve of her back keeping her secure against him. ]
[ It's an impersonal kiss, but not quite done just to get this over with. More that Weiss was hoping it would be the end of it after that, so she doesn't put too much of herself to it. And when she pulls away slightly, her eyes widen as the elevator moves. She presses herself against him, almost as if to seek protection from what might happen if danger did come, even if it wouldn't. Not in a place like this.
Her gaze breaks away from Ragna's, but only for a short while. They're brought back instantly upon realising that that kiss wasn't going to set them free. And before she could speak, even make a sound to ask if he's okay, he's kissing her again. And again. And before she could notice, she's parting her lips ever so slightly, adding some wetness when she kisses him again.
It's silly to be nervous, especially at a time like this, but here she is. Her heart begins to race, the flame shared between them beginning to grow brighter, warmer. She breathes through her nose, her one hand slipping from the back of his neck to hold onto his shoulder, squeezing it. ]
[ For Ragna, it was instinctual. An approximation of what it'd be like to keep kissing someone. Couples didn't just press their lips together and be done with it. They also didn't just...go to down slobbering all over one another. Not unlike what he's seen between guests out in public at this damn resort. To that end, it leaves the man at an impasse. How much was too much? How little was too little? Uncertainty despite the fact his curiosity in exploring someone only grew stronger and stronger. Nothing that would spiral out of control in the same way he'd been warned his Azure Grimoire could.
Yet still, the press of Weiss' petite, supple and soft body lights a spark in him he'd long since ignored. And it's Weiss' lips that part ever so slightly first, a move that would have dizzied more ill-prepared recipients. Instead, it makes him feel lightheaded. Where she breathes through her nose, Ragna's response is a rumble of a warm sigh against her lips, following her lead beat for beat as his lips remain parted, only delving and sweeping should his tongue roll against hers as his hand against the back of her dress clenches the fabric slightly. Right on cue for her to take a squeeze of his shoulder.
Pay attention, Ragna. She's got both hands around you now. What about yours?
He can feel it. The elevator dragging oh-so-slowly down...but this time, Ragna doesn't stop. Weiss wasn't. It doesn't hurt to keep leaning down as he was for her, but with her finding purchase between the back of his neck and his broad shoulder, he thinks that he can do a little better for her. Must be hell trying to stay balanced on her tiptoes like this. So he bends his knees just a slight more as he leans over her, the hand on her back roaming up the back of her dress. His gloved hand, the one that she'd held before, finds itself squeezing along the back of her thigh, just below her ass. Like any more pressure and he'd be coaxing her to lift it to brush his side. ]
[ Ragna might be following her lead, but she's also feeling him out, trying to pay attention to the way he moves because she would hate to make him feel uncomfortable that he'd push her away. If asked why, Weiss would have no idea what to even say to that; maybe she just cares about people more than she lets on. With the way he holds her though, with his larger hand, even though gloved, directly on her skin, it gives her a comforting sort of warmth. This is fine, he's letting himself relax around her by letting his hands roam, and he's more than welcome to keep doing so if he pleases.
Still, though, as slow as she's being, she's also starting to forget how and why they got into this situation to begin with. Instead, her thoughts linger more on the way their lips brush against the other's, sending shivers down her spine. Their tongues meet and she opens her mouth a little more, pressing herself against him a little more, seeking him out for a deeper kiss. When there's an opportunity to breathe, she takes it, only drawing a breath in very quickly before she's back to kissing him. There's still no urgency or desperation, but with the way she takes a step back once her feet are on the floor, her hand on his shoulder bunching his shirt in her hold as she pulls on him yet again, she gives him a sign to keep going. To keep kissing her, holding her, making her forget about the world as she uses him as a shield from the rest of it. And with her back pressed against the wall, there's nowhere else for her to go but closer to him. ]
Why do you... have to be so tall?
[ She murmurs it in between kisses—the makings of playful banter—just because she thinks he's leaning down a little too much that that isn't going to be comfortable for him in the long run. Any other time, she might suggest he sit down just so they can even the playing field a little, but in a space like this where there aren't any furniture but the painting that hangs on the other side of the wall, there's no way to do it. ]
[ With all intents and purposes, if there even was a 'route' to take with this man, she'd traversed it just right. Throwing herself at him for the sake of getting this over with? Locking lips with him or pushing it? That would have stubbornly ended this very quickly. Before, it was about not liking to be touched. Now, it was learning that he didn't know how he liked to be touched. They can banter, she can make fun of his name or make him 'dance' for her and make her laugh with his reactions, but she took his hand first. She smiled in a way that made his heart flip slightly, not used to more earnest comfort.
Maybe they both cared more than they wanted to let on. Did he have a big reason for taking her out of that neverending line of a coffee shop? He had the excuse of wanting information, to stick it to the resort, or show that he could be a better host than these assholes could ever be. Why was he trying to sound cool? Why couldn't he just take a second to think instead of putting up excuses for walls when in actuality, no matter how things turned out...
Ragna just wanted to help.
So...do try your best, Ragna. And give a girl the honesty she deserves?
Having not experienced this before, he's perhaps a little more sensitive to every little gesture, sweep, even the trace of her tongue as it slides against his. So much so that his head starts throbbing, in tune with how his heart pumps in his chest. He wasn't so starved of this kind of affection denied him that he was about to go stirring with arousal over the start. But he'd be a bold-faced liar if he tried to deny that Weiss' breath upon the air was goading him to keep going. Don't stop. Is everything she did cute when she wasn't just bullying his ass? Because the wistful sighs of the ghosts as they halt the elevator once more, not keen on interrupting such a "tender" moment, aren't registering with him anymore.
There's no real urgency, even when she pulls on the fabric of his dress shirt once she's got herself planted on the ground, something that'll net his hand, once on her thigh, rising up until it's cozily resting against her backside. Oh. That wasn't on purpose, but he doesn't pull his hand away either as his eyes open half-lidded between kisses. Ragna could say something about how she could use a few inches, poke at their height difference before that hand of his can take a curious squeeze of her soft ass. But she's being "nice", even if she was lamenting just how damn tall he was compared to her. It wasn't until she was rubbing up against him like this, his broader frame pressing her against the wall with a touch more intent, that he registered just how small she was slotted up with him.
The cadence of his voice registers low, albeit quieter as if his words were reserved for her alone as he pulls away with a gentle nip of her bottom lip, wetting his lips. ]
I could bring you up to my level.
[ Ragna doesn't even register what that would have meant, taking Weiss' feet off the floor completely. But at least he's considerate in his returning banter? If they'd found themselves sliding to the floor for that "evened" playing field, he doesn't really think he'd mind anymore. Just like how Weiss settled him into holding her hand, kissing her felt good. Really good. His forearm rests over her head as he returns to pressing his lips against hers again, this time with a more intent fervour as he breathes through his nose. Deep breath.
His lips part, the wet 'smack' of their kisses and his tongue delves into her mouth as much as he gives her that same level of depth to his. He doesn't surface. And when it feels like his lungs are burning, he breathes through his nose again...only this time, Weiss would be rewarded for it as he drinks deep of her. A drowned moan, one that turns into a rumble in his throat as his fingers squeeze into her backside a little more. ]
[ It's a genuine question of confusion, but at the same time, Weiss refuses to put too much thought into it. He's supposed to apologise, to try and make it up to her for the inconvenience he's causing her for being too tall. He's not supposed to say something like that— whatever it is he meant to say. And he sure as hell is going to know it. ]
That sounds stupid and not cute.
[ Stupid as it may be though, it's not enough for her to want to call this quits. A soft huff, traces of a laugh, and that's all there is to it. Maybe she should just stop talking to him and focus on the less stupid things about him. Does the Grim Reaper have a good chest? She'll find out as she feels him up, her slender fingers splaying over his heart, up a little and then back down. Nothing too greedy just yet, soft and gentle instead. Up until she hears. that rumble in his throat though, up until his hand gets a good squeeze of her ass.
It gets her hand to curl against his chest again, nails digging a little into his dress shirt when she tenses up for a split second and moans. The tension only lasts for a short while until her hand relaxes against him again, and her tongue seeks his out more, making sure he really gets a good feel and taste of hers. She really is in the mood now, and she doesn't even need her food to get laced with drugs for it. And as she decides to let her hand dip lower, she stops just before she pulls on his shirt to untuck it.
Finally, she pulls away, breathes in and out gently. Her blue eyes look so cloudy, clearly lost in the moment already and in this warmth they're sharing. She licks her lips, cutting the trail of saliva that connects her own with his, before breathing in again. For the first time, she doesn't just take what she wants without permission. From what little she's known of him since they met an hour or so ago, and how tense he got from just holding his hand even when he's wearing gloves, this just feels like the proper thing to do. ]
Under your shirt— [ Ah, that makes no sense, but she'll get there eventually. Her head's trying to tell her to just state what she wants instead of asking, but there nicer side of her fights back. ] Can I touch you?
[ If it weren't for how entrenched Ragna found himself becoming in her, that confused little "What?" might have broken his concentration and pulled him back up to the surface again. The uncertain, shier man that could only follow where Weiss was leading him. In the moment, it made sense. Counter her with something implicit when, once again, he only faintly gives himself a mental kick. Sounding cool again...but then, would Weiss have smacked him for being more brazen? Here he was, taking a chance to do something little for someone he didn't know with no strings attached...and it's his own thoughts leading him to think about her legs wrapped around his waist.
Whoever was making his Ma Po Tofu must have skipped on the "spice" that would otherwise be laced through it. It'd be an easy enough excuse to have for the way Weiss was making him feel now. A stupid excuse. She won't have to know then. He doesn't need to tell her— that he already feels indebted to her. He'll silently do right by her later. Far later when he wasn't so busy being lost in her when she calls him out on that stupid line. ]
Sorry.
[ Simple. Meaningful. But not one riddled in guilt. If he's nervous, she quells the potential quakes that'd have come with her softer laugh. One that wasn't steeped with ill berate. If anything, she cements that he can be honest now. Eyes on her, hands on her; she's the only thing that matters right now as they let themselves float away from this elevator. From this hotel. Armed with only each others' names... If this was supposed to be a dream, then he'd dream it a thousand times over what normally haunts him. He'll take Weiss' teasing, keeling over laughing at her own dumb knee jokes, holding his hand and bringing more honesty to the surface when he tells her that she's a good "First". Ragna could write a book on how to eat his own words in record time, because this first kiss? He sure as hell wasn't going to forget it.
Was this a crush, like she remarked before cutting his words down with her lips against his?
No. But for a girl he only just met over an hour ago, she sure is making a damning case as to why Ragna should give her all the attention she could ask for. Match her fervour with everything she could ask for. She hasn't stopped him, nor has he stopped her when she'd feel the broadness of his pec, moving subtly in response to her soft and gentle caress. Ragna was impressive, hardly a lick of fat to be found on him from years of relentless training that shaped him into the tall, muscular and athletic warrior he was today. Most of his physical strength was his own, after all. So while he never thought that it'd be roamed or clutched like this, especially when Weiss looses a soft moan from his grope...
That releases something inside of him. Something locked away. That "mood" she was in? He was feeling it too, to the point where he almost doesn't register her hand gliding lower to try and untuck his shirt. Until the two finally break away, his chest rising and falling to repurchase air, and that glistening line of spit linking them thins before they can wet their lips and sweep it away. Weiss pushed another button. A good button this time. And though the two of them weren't slotted and grinding right now, she'd finally gotten Mr. Grim Reaper to stir, a rolling flame in the pit of his loins. It's not bothersome yet...but, ]
...Weiss?
[ He's aroused. He asks her, a gentleness to her name, edged with curiosity as if to ask her why she stopped. As if the two were frozen in time, unable to take one step further across this bridge they're on, Ragna commits that glassy expression of hers to memory. So pale, yet pristine. So delicate looking that if he were any harder on her, she'd crack. The hand on the curve of her cute backside stills as well, until she finally speaks her mind— rather, speaks to him in a way that gets his breath to catch in his throat.
Audibly this time.
She asked if she could touch him. All he'd done was "take" with his power, whether he wanted to or not. And now that he didn't need to worry about it anymore...she made him actually forget. She made him forget he even lost an arm, holding him the way she did before. And she touches him without consequence— something that has him yelling inside his own head that for the first time, he can...! ]
Yes.
[ ...He can do the same. More than he already had been doing, anyway. To cradle her face, to taste more than just her lips as he pondered if the rest of her was just as soft to sweep with kisses, if it wasn't just her curvy little butt his hand had been groping earlier as he towers over her with his crimson and emerald hues roaming the front of her body. She has his permission. And she won't need to stop either.
But, ]
Can I touch you too? [ A heartbeat. Quickly, Weiss. Before he crushes his lips right back against yours. ] Touch you more?
[ The "yes" was the answer Weiss was hoping to hear, and yet, there's no sense of achievement in getting what she wants this time. Only relief, that somehow, this guy she met just a little while ago is still comfortable with her. She shouldn't be caring too much about it when he hasn't even checked in yet, but he feels like someone she might just get along with in the future. Calling him a "friend" would be jumping the gun, but if he ever did check in... maybe it wouldn't be so bad to tag along with him as he checks the casino out.
He'd see her lips curl into a smile when she does get what she wants, but she doesn't get on with it as if she's in a rush. This isn't even about the romance or the cuteness anymore, this is just Weiss at her core, graceful until the end. Except when she isn't, anyway. Then he asks the same thing. Funny, when he's already practically groped her under ass already, but she doesn't point it out. He's quick to tack on something else, too. ]
Twenty crepes.
[ Yet another soft laugh, and a sickeningly sweet smile because she's so proud of herself for coming up with that one on the fly. The way she tilts her head up at him, the want in her eyes that hasn't faded, She isn't going to make him pay her in exchange for more of this. Not now. Though maybe another time But if it means using her wit, that tongue of hers that could be so sharp any other day for something clever in this instance? Then she will. Not to mention, for all the teasing she's put him through so far, she can't exactly seem so easy now, can she? ]
[ That "yes" he looses from his lips felt like yet another form of release to him. Or maybe it's just because he was wrapped up in the moment of everything. If he'd just freshly arrived here without any prior knowledge, this entire exchange probably would have never happened. Too lost. Too confused. Too angry. But was it really too much to say that he feels like he's been found now? That at least for this little space in time where somebody actually helped him forget so many things, that he wasn't feeling lost anymore? Thoughts for another time. Another day. When he could afford to lie back in his luxurious bed and stare up at his ceiling, and everything preluding and happening right now played over in his head.
At least they can stay there, in his head. Thoughts that would embarrass the hell out of him if anyone ever knew. Thoughts that would have confused him to the point of angrily punching a hole in a wall. It wasn't just this whole resort. Ragna was going to need time to process a lot of things going ahead. Especially when he's caught in Weiss' smile. Then she ups the ante. A softer laugh, and a smile so sweet it could make someone's teeth ache.
He's just a human named Ragna. He's done fighting. He's done fighting anything right now. And before he can make good on capturing those sickeningly sweet lips to his, his eyes soften and a smile that may never surface again is shared as he ponies up. ]
Deal.
[ Twenty. She can charge him anything she wanted to if it meant that he didn't get to stop anymore. He kisses her slower this time, the arm that'd been framing over her tiny body on the move too as his lips part for hers once more. He hadn't finished drinking her in yet, his tongue more boldly delving into her mouth as every sweep and wet little 'smack' ushers in another deep heated sigh from her tall partner. His fingers sink more possessively into her backside, hunched lower over her so she wasn't just clinging off of him despite the mild discomfort. It's all worth it right now.
Especially when he makes good on what he asked for as she'd find his hand cupping her breast, curious but not stopping before he gently squeezes, kiss just as deep to throw a log on that fire. ]
[ It could be days from now, weeks, months, even, but Weiss likely won't bring up the twenty crepes ever again. It certainly isn't her intention to do so at this time, but if she were more sober and he said something that ticked her off? She might just lord it over him. Pray it never gets to that point.
Really, though. There's no point in asking for payment when that feeling of being wanted, sought after, and appreciated that she gets from this is already giving back. She'd let him touch her again, provided they're in the right place and the right time, if it meant that his thoughts were just as muddled and cloudy thanks to that desire to be with her.
His mouth is on hers again, tongue lapping against hers, making that fire within her grow and burn a little brighter. The songbird's melody continues, high in pitch, needy in tone. It's as if she's calling him without the use for words, telling him that that hand on her ass can do more than just that, and how the hand on her chest feels so hot that she might actually see a mark on there whenever she takes off her clothes. It won't be too obvious outside of fervent squeezes, but her nipples are slowly becoming erect that her even the padding of her dress won't be able hide it.
And he can keep touching her. More than he's already done. Weiss will do the same now that she has his consent, pulling the lower end of his shirt out of his pants so she can slip her hand underneath, touching bare skin. Her smaller and softer fingers splay against his stomach, her palm gliding upwards so softly and gently. It shouldn't hurt when she curls her fingers to lightly scratch at his chest, a playful little gesture she makes in between kisses. How fun would it be to explore him some more, even with a stupid ghost watching them? So long as they're enjoying this too, and aren't really going to do anything bad to them... she supposes it's alright. ]
Wish you could sit down...
[ She whines when she pulls away to catch some air, and it's also then that she takes a moment to begin unbuttoning his shirt with her other hand.
It would seem that the Teasing Trio are of the same mind, though. They can barely see Weiss this way, what with Ragna towering over her and blocking the view! It's not like his back is entertaining to begin with! And so, they decide to give the two a push. The hows and whys don't matter when as Ragna might feel something bump against his legs from behind.
[ Truth be told, Ragna likely wouldn't keep count. If he tells someone that his memory really blows, it's traditionally out of spite— he may feel like he owes Weiss after this, but it's not going to be for...wherever this is leading. Because this has never happened to him before; all that he knows is that it's not going to stop. It wasn't going to stop until Weiss says to stop. She's being surprisingly tender to him, understanding and patient with him, that she's also receiving a side of him that he didn't know existed. A side of him that was eager but also...caring. Like he wanted to take care of her too.
He knew what sex was. He knew how it was supposed to go. All he can think of is going with what feels right, and that's letting things escalate...and escalate...and escalate as long as he doesn't get too far ahead of her.
Consider this your House initiation, Ragna the Bloodedge. You said it yourself. Weiss Schnee was a good "first". So take good care of her, will you?
She sings so sweet, tastes so sweet, that his thoughts go running away on him ahead of their making out. He's only ever heard of it, but what would she taste like if he, for once, willingly knelt before her? It wasn't just his hands that couldn't touch this way before that were curious, if the rolling deep moan he returns as she touches across bare, muscular skin...up and up, and an inviting scratch against his chest. Their height difference makes it hard for him to just satisfy that itch to grind when the front of his pants were tugging tighter and tighter with each passing moment, but kissing her was just as addictive that it was impossible to know when to stop. Not when he can feel her nipple peek beneath the padding of her bust. She's slowly unbuttoning him too...
No fair. He wants to see her too. Touch and taste? Why not sight? He wants to see everything about her and burn it into his brain. Good luck getting this girl out of his head— he wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to.
And he didn't. ]
You're good...
[ He doesn't even know how much experience she's had, but that hardly matters to him. Weiss is the only thing he can think of and want right now up until— ]
Ah—?
[ He can think of asking to see more of her after. Especially when that lustful haze he's been pulled down into the depths of clears briefly. Long enough for him to feel something sliding into the backs of his legs. As she works on unbuttoning his shirt, something he doesn't mind at all if it gives her everything she wants to explore, his attention is only temporarily broken from her to notice the chair stationed behind them. It's long, curvy, narrow...and he can already tell how he's going to need to sit in that to get comfortable. And he also knows where it came from.
But instead of shuddering, or coming up too close to the surface that he can let himself be afraid, the glance he gives the Teasing Trio is still ridden with a twinge of desire. The tender, accepting smile that Weiss was treated earlier subtly shifts, into a little smirk. But it's all for her this time. And he's trusting her to catch him as he's falling deeper.
His hands stop fondling her in the moment, instead gliding down arm, backs of his fingers brushing towards her hand to take it in his again, the other on the curve of her hip as he starts to tug her back with him. ]
That was there when we got here.
[ That's both their excuses now, as Ragna carefully pulls Weiss down with him as he reclines, the narrow width of the chair causing him to spread his legs. Before she can even straddle him if she were to look down, along with the way his dress shirt fans to the sides leaving his broad chest and ripped front exposed...well. There's little hiding the number Weiss already did on him with how full and throbbing the bulge in his pants was already getting. Even worse when wearing all white... ]
[ Weiss doesn't know what he's talking about until he pulls her down, and that's when she sees the chair behind him. Her eyes dart over to the painting, and the trio's seemingly all too amused now that they can have a better view of what's going on. Blue eyes widen as her brows furrow, glaring at the three of them behind the frame for a second while her lips form a pout.
They're being annoying... She's in the mood now, if that wasn't already obvious, but she's not that interested in being watched. If she didn't know, though... That's something else Ragna's waiting for her, but the few gears in her head are turning as she tries to think of a way to get them not to look.
When she finally has it, there's a smirk on her face, and she looks down at Ragna as she's already straddling him as if telling him to wait. She at least keeps her hand on him, both as a means to balance herself and to let him know she's not just going to up and leave. He may as well watch, because she leans back and slips her cardigan off her arms, one after the other. Weiss is petite, and looks even smaller with her shoulders out in the open, the way her sleeves were puffed up seemingly making her look a little bigger then. This isn't for him, even though he can take the rest off if he wanted to. ]
Don't be scared. And you can ask about this later.
[ She lifts two fingers and summons two small Glyphs over both top corners of the painting. A little white glowing bird pops out from one of them, catches the cardigan she tosses over and practically covers half of the painting with it by letting the piece of clothing hang over the corners. It flies back into the other Glyph and disappears, and it gets Weiss to huff in triumph.
"What? No! But we want to see! Please?!"" And the trio most certainly can, if they just attached themselves to the lower half of the painting, but it certainly is one way to obstruct their view. From where they are, even if they crouched down, they wouldn't be able to see much what with the chair blocking the way. "We're expecting you to be loud for us, if we can't watch!"
And they'll probably keep complaining until the cardigan eventually falls down to the floor. It gives them some time and some privacy, at least, because with that done? Weiss doesn't feel as conscious anymore. And she looks back down at Ragna with a small but confident smile on her face. ]
So... It's just you and me now. And this chair that was most definitely here when we entered.
[ There's a pout, and even when it's being directed at him, a fire amidst icier blues stirs something in the pit of his loins. Something that the Grim Reaper never really held much thought or stake on before. He never had the chance to. What did Ragna like in a woman? What could he not ignore? Nice breasts? A soft, curvy ass? All well and good, fleeting sentiments and appreciative; Ragna's thought of those before. And she feels more than nice beneath his larger hands. But it's the littler things. A disarming smile, laughter that made him want to seek it out again without even realizing it, this pout on her face while they both wish that the trio would piss off. They're all attractive to him. He can digest them later. Far later when he's still too enamoured with wanting to devour Weiss in the present.
To let themselves both be swallowed up in a rush of pleasure that he's afraid he might get addicted to. Is this what it feels like? Is this what he can't have?
Luckily for Weiss, Ragna is patient for her, if only because he's the one with far less experience here. And he knows where her ire currently is directed. How the hell do they shut them out? He almost wants to try punching them and seeing if his fist can actually pass through to literally knock them out. An isolated thought that doesn't dispel the mood or his drive for her, thankfully...and even more thankful with the fact that Weiss was already setting a plan in motion. Mismatched red and greens follow her, study her every little movement and slip as the cardigan slips off and makes her appear even tinier on top of him than before. With how lazily he's lounged back like this, it only sparks sinful thoughts further to the forefront at a new record pace.
What a contrast. Beautiful, yet with how riled up Weiss has driven up in following her lead as a dance partner, so desirable. Like he could give up everything else he knew in this one solitary moment as long as he could preserve her. Curiosity does raise that brow of his when Weiss warns him not to be scared. ]
What're you gonna—
[ That's when, like a conductor orchestrating her instruments, two snowflake-patterned Glyphs manifest as he cranes his head back. Just in time to see an ethereally glowing white bird flap out by her command. They're direct. There is no deviation when she tosses her cardigan at it before the sense of wonder in Ragna's eyes shifts. Especially when the cardigan is left draped over the painting of goddamn voyeurs. Ragna can't help himself, speaking quietly while she wraps up her seemingly magic handiwork with an almost rhetorical: ]
Ars Magus...? [ And should she catch that, he'll return the favour as his eyes are back on her. This time for good. ] And you can ask about that later.
[ They were like magic circles he'd witness home when various Ars Magus wielders would trigger spells. Luckily for Weiss, they didn't scare him in the slightest. In fact, they drew his curiosity. A curiosity he curbs when he arches his back once upon a heated sigh before letting himself completely recline again beneath her.
His smile his back too, his hands squarely on her soft and smooth thighs as she mounts him. She didn't have to do that...but something told him that it was just as much for her as it was for him. ]
And I've got the best seat in the house.
[ There you go, Ragna. Seems they both do, as his hands start roaming once more, strong, assertive, confident. Gliding higher up underneath the skirt of her dress before teasing towards the insides of her thighs, before ghosting back down once more. Speaking of that dress, as a hand that could wrap around her tiny waist smooths up the side of her body... ]
[ Weiss' Glyphs have a lot of use. In a place like this, where there aren't any battles to be won or even fought, she hasn't had much opportunity to actually use them. It makes having an Aura and a Semblance a little useless, really, so she tries to make the most of the more mundane things by using Glyphs when she can. Stirring her coffee while she reads on her watch? Use a Glyph! Can't get up to get a book from the highest part of the shelf? Use a Glyph! There are voyeurs watching from a painting while she's intimate with someone? Use a Glyph!
And as she looks down at him now that things have settled down and realises he isn't scared? Well, that's a good thing! But she does start to wonder if she could use her Glyph in other instances. . . in cases like these. . .
But that's a thought she can think about some more another time. She isn't in the mood to experiment, and it doesn't seem like this is a good opportunity for it either. He told her she's a good first, and even though they don't really have a choice but comply to what the Teasing Trio want, she doesn't want this to be a bad experience. ]
I don't know, I feel like I'm the one who has it.
[ She's already straddling him. He's still got his hands on her, and her hands are back on his chest. But just to prove a point, she does move her hips, grinding against his erection just to let him know where exactly it is she's seated. A nice and comfortable spot, if she had anything to say about it.
To his question, though, she shakes her head. ]
No handouts. Find it yourself.
[ Sure, she's teasing a little bit, but she leans in, her one hand moving upward from the centre of his chest to hold onto his shoulder. The other stays to feel him up, enjoying how sculpted his upper body is, a huge contrast to her own. It's not something she finds visually attractive, but it certainly feels different. ]
You're going to need to learn if you're going to be here a while, you know.
[ Is this confidence in her elevator partner? Not exactly, but as he finds himself so relaxed with her, even with his hands exploring as they do and taking extra interest in how soft she felt...this is more like comfort. Considering where he came from and the life he's lead, being this close with anyone was abandoned to him. If he ever had fleeting thoughts, they were drowned out by anger and a focus on what did matter. Yet her h is, on his back with a petite young woman grinding and riding out his growing erection and urging another deep and enticed moan out of Ragna. ]
Huh?
[ She teases him, but she's already done a fine job in dispelling his doubts and worries that she's earned a side of him that's very rare indeed. She may not know it yet, but it's a tenderness and trust that he hasn't placed in practically anyone like this before. And she's still guiding him. Leaving him guessing. Yet he's more lost than frustrated this time...especially when she does encourage him with words that are going to stick with him for some time if he winds up checking in. Ragna was going to need to learn if he was going to be here a while. If he was going to survive and if fighting wasn't going to solve anything, whether he liked it or not...
He was no bed layer, no womanizer or even a romantic. Ragna didn't have anything to fall back on beyond what he's heard or read, not entirely clueless about what to do. But the idea of sleeping around to build a hand; he doesn't show it on the surface now, but why does that thought burn him a little? If he was going to stay here for a while after all...then why couldn't he just have one? Add it to the list of what's going to keep him awake at night until he checks in. ]
Fine. I don't mind a little work.
[ Especially when the "work" looks as good as she does on him, leaning over him the way she does as Ragna's feet find better purchase spread as they are so he can roll his hips up against hers harder. At the same time, his hand fumbles while the other continues to keep her attended to with curious fondles of her chest. First, fingertips dipping into the curve of her spine all the way up, until he looses a warm sigh. Frustration? No. No you can be more patient than that, Ragna.
She gave you both all the time in the world.
He thought the zipper would be on the back, but instead, as he retreats and glides around the side...he feels a little fray. Or, an opening? It's the zipper alright. He thinks he's past the point of asking for more when he'll follow her every step, or take the lead like he's doing now when he gives a little tug to zip her side down.
It sounds so loud in his head, and the thought of stripping Weiss down himself, his little reward for being a good little proactive student, will earn her a more pronounced, excitable throb that gets his breath hitching. Okay. Now it was starting to hurt a little, his clothed cock grating against the inside of his own zipper through his briefs. Once he's got her top loosened enough, his hands return to Weiss' soft thighs, squeezing and caressing over them as he gets the chance to admire her bare breasts in his view. ]
[ Don't get frustrated, Ragna! This is for your own good. Rather, that's what Weiss' reasoning is, anyway. But if they meet again and have more similar encounters, he might eventually pick up on the fact that Weiss would prefer to be undressed, and not doing that work for someone else. The reactions of some when they realise she doesn't have a bra that they'd have to unhook has been fun to see.
She didn't think that would even be a thing, but it is.
Ragna will at least be guided by her hand so he doesn't just pull on it in one big swoop and make her dress pucker or jerk her around. Slow, steady, and the zipper follows, fanning out from one side then the other, until her bare upper half is there for him to see. Hah— maybe he really does have the best seat in the house after all.
Showing her body to someone else isn't something that she gets shy about, but there's something about his reaction that gets her to sputter. She almost wants to tell him not to stare, but why would she not want that? Keep looking at her. She's desirable, someone worth chasing and pampering, and— ]
Your turn? I mean- your pants.
[ Giving, a people pleaser, seeking constant approval. ]
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As I would put it...?
[ Go on. ]
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A burning kneed for comedy.
[ Yeah? You liking this shit, ghosts? ]
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I'm so proud of you. Just for that, I'm forgiving your lame joke and you won't have to actually owe me any crepes for it.
[ He brought it up... Now she can start asking him for crepes and other pastries. 😌
Much as she wants to keep laughing and telling jokes though, the painting has certainly quieted down. But the elevator isn't moving yet. ]
Anyway... [ If he hasn't blocked her view of the painting, she'll turn away from them without letting go of his hand. It's at the same time, for some reason, that the lights in the elevator dim a little. Not cool.
She lifts their hands. ] It looks like they're not letting us leave just yet.
1/3
[ He's not scowling anymore. But...now this was starting to feel awkward for him. But how awkward was this for her? The Teasing Trio weren't really going to keep them in this elevator forever, were they? Ragna may not have been the best at showing it, but...the longer he spends time with her, the more grateful he feels. To the point where actually holding her hand felt less like a necessity and more of a genuine comfort.
So much so her presence was the reason he calms down.
Look at Weiss, taming a beast.Ragna hasn't blocked her view of the painting yet, so as she turns away from them, he shuffles along while keeping his hand in hers. That's around the time that the lights dim a little. No flickering, this time. Only softer now. He might have felt a shiver run down his spine knowing that the lighting probably had something to do with the ghosts he was scared of...if it hadn't been for Weiss continuing to grab his attention. His eyes follow their hands as she makes it crystal clear that they weren't prepared to let them leave. ]
Yeah...
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[ Popcorn munching intensifies from the peanut gallery. ]
3/3
I wouldn't mind.
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He says he wouldn't mind, and there's a part of her that feels bad for some reason. But there's a part of her that that's less sympathetic. The side of her that's thinking, well, he's not going to survive in this place by himself, so he's really gonna kiss and even have sex with someone some time. This is fine! ]
Are you sure?
[ She really will kiss you, Ragna, if you don't back out now. ]
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It was okay. He didn't hurt her. The power to "take" wasn't pushing her away from him. There would be time to really think about this power of his, what he used it for, what he really wanted it for, another time. What did he say before? That he'd continue to fight as a human to the very end? Then...so long as she doesn't break that delicate trust he's putting in her now, than he'll try. He'll try and see what it's like to feel as a human.
Besides, she spoke of how he should save his first kiss for somebody he likes. She meant it romantically, but even he knew that getting attached in a debauched place like this was a terrible idea. They ultimately needed to get out of this elevator, and she didn't look very happy now that he told her what he was accepting. He's not the best when it comes to comforting others, or putting others unease to rest. But whatever was bothering her now, he doesn't press it or ask. Instead, he answers the only way he knows how.
Straightforwardly, with a slow squeeze of her hand. ]
You're a good First.
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"You're a good First" does somehow work its way to colouring Weiss' cheeks, though. With how pale she is, he'd be able to see the bright tint of it now, but she looks away with a pout and a huff. ]
If I knew any better, I'd say you really do have a crush on me.
[ ... please forgive her. This is her own way of coping. And she's only looking away for a good few seconds after that. Any reaction he may have is going to be cut short when she looks at him again, brows still furrowed. She tugs on his hand with a little bit of force to get him to lean down a little, and if he does do that, she lets go of his hand so she can wrap both arms around his neck as she gets on her tiptoes to give him a soft kiss on the lips.
It's not quite as cute compared to romantic movies and how couples there have their first kiss, no. There's no surge of emotion, no drama. The Teasing Trio seem pleased though, if only ever so slightly. They would both feel the elevator actually moving, only stopping after a second or two, as if they've just gone down a floor. Ah, but they were up at the VIP floors, weren't they? They've still got a long descent ahead of them.
And it looks like it isn't going to move again until something more happens. ]
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An otherwordly, gilded casino resort, and Ragna's first gamble wasn't on the slots or a card table. It was on a huffy little Ice Queen who was pressing buttons on him he didn't even know existed. He'd bluntly told her that he wasn't into schmoozing the pants off someone for free shit, nice as she looked. But in his internalized thoughts, Weiss with a little colour on her face was stirring something in his chest further, all before that heat spreads when she barely gives him a chance to get a say back edgewise when she tugs him to lean down a little. ]
Tch... Words in my— [ —mouth? That's currently being shut up by the delicate press of her lips against his, his eyes snapping wide for but a fleeting couple of seconds. The sheer size he has over her keeps him mindful to stay leaning down, a large hand capturing the small of her back for her purchase against him. Those seconds pass, and any firmness she feels melts away with a sigh through his nose. Suddenly his eyelids feel heavy, closing shut as the rest of the world is drowned out, phantoms and all. It's because he's never experienced this before, firmly keeping Weiss supported against him as he does, almost protectively so, that such a soft kiss almost feels overwhelming. ]
...?
[ The only thing that jostles him back to reality is the subtle feeling of the elevator starting to move. He doesn't completely pull away, opening his eyes that appear brighter in the dimmed light as he breaks from the tender kiss first. That was it. It shouldn't mean anything. A first kiss? The hell was the point of a first kiss anyway? What made it so different from any future ones that people had? Who cares? He accepted that he had more pressing matters. He gave that all up without even being given the choice to take it.
So... Was that enough? ]
...
[ No. No, it was not enough. And as Ragna's gaze flits back to Weiss, face burning and his heart beating a little faster... No. It's not enough. And he's not talking about the elevator as he returns the favour, kissing her back as he chases the taste of her. Chaste, yet as his lips sweep against hers with a surprising gentleness, the audible little 'smack', it sounds so loud in his own head. So he doesn't stop. Not until she taps him to, the hold upon the curve of her back keeping her secure against him. ]
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Her gaze breaks away from Ragna's, but only for a short while. They're brought back instantly upon realising that that kiss wasn't going to set them free. And before she could speak, even make a sound to ask if he's okay, he's kissing her again. And again. And before she could notice, she's parting her lips ever so slightly, adding some wetness when she kisses him again.
It's silly to be nervous, especially at a time like this, but here she is. Her heart begins to race, the flame shared between them beginning to grow brighter, warmer. She breathes through her nose, her one hand slipping from the back of his neck to hold onto his shoulder, squeezing it. ]
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Yet still, the press of Weiss' petite, supple and soft body lights a spark in him he'd long since ignored. And it's Weiss' lips that part ever so slightly first, a move that would have dizzied more ill-prepared recipients. Instead, it makes him feel lightheaded. Where she breathes through her nose, Ragna's response is a rumble of a warm sigh against her lips, following her lead beat for beat as his lips remain parted, only delving and sweeping should his tongue roll against hers as his hand against the back of her dress clenches the fabric slightly. Right on cue for her to take a squeeze of his shoulder.
Pay attention, Ragna. She's got both hands around you now. What about yours?
He can feel it. The elevator dragging oh-so-slowly down...but this time, Ragna doesn't stop. Weiss wasn't. It doesn't hurt to keep leaning down as he was for her, but with her finding purchase between the back of his neck and his broad shoulder, he thinks that he can do a little better for her. Must be hell trying to stay balanced on her tiptoes like this. So he bends his knees just a slight more as he leans over her, the hand on her back roaming up the back of her dress. His gloved hand, the one that she'd held before, finds itself squeezing along the back of her thigh, just below her ass. Like any more pressure and he'd be coaxing her to lift it to brush his side. ]
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Still, though, as slow as she's being, she's also starting to forget how and why they got into this situation to begin with. Instead, her thoughts linger more on the way their lips brush against the other's, sending shivers down her spine. Their tongues meet and she opens her mouth a little more, pressing herself against him a little more, seeking him out for a deeper kiss. When there's an opportunity to breathe, she takes it, only drawing a breath in very quickly before she's back to kissing him. There's still no urgency or desperation, but with the way she takes a step back once her feet are on the floor, her hand on his shoulder bunching his shirt in her hold as she pulls on him yet again, she gives him a sign to keep going. To keep kissing her, holding her, making her forget about the world as she uses him as a shield from the rest of it. And with her back pressed against the wall, there's nowhere else for her to go but closer to him. ]
Why do you... have to be so tall?
[ She murmurs it in between kisses—the makings of playful banter—just because she thinks he's leaning down a little too much that that isn't going to be comfortable for him in the long run. Any other time, she might suggest he sit down just so they can even the playing field a little, but in a space like this where there aren't any furniture but the painting that hangs on the other side of the wall, there's no way to do it. ]
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Maybe they both cared more than they wanted to let on. Did he have a big reason for taking her out of that neverending line of a coffee shop? He had the excuse of wanting information, to stick it to the resort, or show that he could be a better host than these assholes could ever be. Why was he trying to sound cool? Why couldn't he just take a second to think instead of putting up excuses for walls when in actuality, no matter how things turned out...
Ragna just wanted to help.
So...do try your best, Ragna. And give a girl the honesty she deserves?
Having not experienced this before, he's perhaps a little more sensitive to every little gesture, sweep, even the trace of her tongue as it slides against his. So much so that his head starts throbbing, in tune with how his heart pumps in his chest. He wasn't so starved of this kind of affection denied him that he was about to go stirring with arousal over the start. But he'd be a bold-faced liar if he tried to deny that Weiss' breath upon the air was goading him to keep going. Don't stop. Is everything she did cute when she wasn't just bullying his ass? Because the wistful sighs of the ghosts as they halt the elevator once more, not keen on interrupting such a "tender" moment, aren't registering with him anymore.
There's no real urgency, even when she pulls on the fabric of his dress shirt once she's got herself planted on the ground, something that'll net his hand, once on her thigh, rising up until it's cozily resting against her backside. Oh. That wasn't on purpose, but he doesn't pull his hand away either as his eyes open half-lidded between kisses. Ragna could say something about how she could use a few inches, poke at their height difference before that hand of his can take a curious squeeze of her soft ass. But she's being "nice", even if she was lamenting just how damn tall he was compared to her. It wasn't until she was rubbing up against him like this, his broader frame pressing her against the wall with a touch more intent, that he registered just how small she was slotted up with him.
The cadence of his voice registers low, albeit quieter as if his words were reserved for her alone as he pulls away with a gentle nip of her bottom lip, wetting his lips. ]
I could bring you up to my level.
[ Ragna doesn't even register what that would have meant, taking Weiss' feet off the floor completely. But at least he's considerate in his returning banter? If they'd found themselves sliding to the floor for that "evened" playing field, he doesn't really think he'd mind anymore. Just like how Weiss settled him into holding her hand, kissing her felt good. Really good. His forearm rests over her head as he returns to pressing his lips against hers again, this time with a more intent fervour as he breathes through his nose. Deep breath.
His lips part, the wet 'smack' of their kisses and his tongue delves into her mouth as much as he gives her that same level of depth to his. He doesn't surface. And when it feels like his lungs are burning, he breathes through his nose again...only this time, Weiss would be rewarded for it as he drinks deep of her. A drowned moan, one that turns into a rumble in his throat as his fingers squeeze into her backside a little more. ]
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[ It's a genuine question of confusion, but at the same time, Weiss refuses to put too much thought into it. He's supposed to apologise, to try and make it up to her for the inconvenience he's causing her for being too tall. He's not supposed to say something like that— whatever it is he meant to say. And he sure as hell is going to know it. ]
That sounds stupid and not cute.
[ Stupid as it may be though, it's not enough for her to want to call this quits. A soft huff, traces of a laugh, and that's all there is to it. Maybe she should just stop talking to him and focus on the less stupid things about him. Does the Grim Reaper have a good chest? She'll find out as she feels him up, her slender fingers splaying over his heart, up a little and then back down. Nothing too greedy just yet, soft and gentle instead. Up until she hears. that rumble in his throat though, up until his hand gets a good squeeze of her ass.
It gets her hand to curl against his chest again, nails digging a little into his dress shirt when she tenses up for a split second and moans. The tension only lasts for a short while until her hand relaxes against him again, and her tongue seeks his out more, making sure he really gets a good feel and taste of hers. She really is in the mood now, and she doesn't even need her food to get laced with drugs for it. And as she decides to let her hand dip lower, she stops just before she pulls on his shirt to untuck it.
Finally, she pulls away, breathes in and out gently. Her blue eyes look so cloudy, clearly lost in the moment already and in this warmth they're sharing. She licks her lips, cutting the trail of saliva that connects her own with his, before breathing in again. For the first time, she doesn't just take what she wants without permission. From what little she's known of him since they met an hour or so ago, and how tense he got from just holding his hand even when he's wearing gloves, this just feels like the proper thing to do. ]
Under your shirt— [ Ah, that makes no sense, but she'll get there eventually. Her head's trying to tell her to just state what she wants instead of asking, but there nicer side of her fights back. ] Can I touch you?
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Whoever was making his Ma Po Tofu must have skipped on the "spice" that would otherwise be laced through it. It'd be an easy enough excuse to have for the way Weiss was making him feel now. A stupid excuse. She won't have to know then. He doesn't need to tell her— that he already feels indebted to her. He'll silently do right by her later. Far later when he wasn't so busy being lost in her when she calls him out on that stupid line. ]
Sorry.
[ Simple. Meaningful. But not one riddled in guilt. If he's nervous, she quells the potential quakes that'd have come with her softer laugh. One that wasn't steeped with ill berate. If anything, she cements that he can be honest now. Eyes on her, hands on her; she's the only thing that matters right now as they let themselves float away from this elevator. From this hotel. Armed with only each others' names... If this was supposed to be a dream, then he'd dream it a thousand times over what normally haunts him. He'll take Weiss' teasing, keeling over laughing at her own dumb knee jokes, holding his hand and bringing more honesty to the surface when he tells her that she's a good "First". Ragna could write a book on how to eat his own words in record time, because this first kiss? He sure as hell wasn't going to forget it.
Was this a crush, like she remarked before cutting his words down with her lips against his?
No. But for a girl he only just met over an hour ago, she sure is making a damning case as to why Ragna should give her all the attention she could ask for. Match her fervour with everything she could ask for. She hasn't stopped him, nor has he stopped her when she'd feel the broadness of his pec, moving subtly in response to her soft and gentle caress. Ragna was impressive, hardly a lick of fat to be found on him from years of relentless training that shaped him into the tall, muscular and athletic warrior he was today. Most of his physical strength was his own, after all. So while he never thought that it'd be roamed or clutched like this, especially when Weiss looses a soft moan from his grope...
That releases something inside of him. Something locked away. That "mood" she was in? He was feeling it too, to the point where he almost doesn't register her hand gliding lower to try and untuck his shirt. Until the two finally break away, his chest rising and falling to repurchase air, and that glistening line of spit linking them thins before they can wet their lips and sweep it away. Weiss pushed another button. A good button this time. And though the two of them weren't slotted and grinding right now, she'd finally gotten Mr. Grim Reaper to stir, a rolling flame in the pit of his loins. It's not bothersome yet...but, ]
...Weiss?
[ He's aroused. He asks her, a gentleness to her name, edged with curiosity as if to ask her why she stopped. As if the two were frozen in time, unable to take one step further across this bridge they're on, Ragna commits that glassy expression of hers to memory. So pale, yet pristine. So delicate looking that if he were any harder on her, she'd crack. The hand on the curve of her cute backside stills as well, until she finally speaks her mind— rather, speaks to him in a way that gets his breath to catch in his throat.
Audibly this time.
She asked if she could touch him. All he'd done was "take" with his power, whether he wanted to or not. And now that he didn't need to worry about it anymore...she made him actually forget. She made him forget he even lost an arm, holding him the way she did before. And she touches him without consequence— something that has him yelling inside his own head that for the first time, he can...! ]
Yes.
[ ...He can do the same. More than he already had been doing, anyway. To cradle her face, to taste more than just her lips as he pondered if the rest of her was just as soft to sweep with kisses, if it wasn't just her curvy little butt his hand had been groping earlier as he towers over her with his crimson and emerald hues roaming the front of her body. She has his permission. And she won't need to stop either.
But, ]
Can I touch you too? [ A heartbeat. Quickly, Weiss. Before he crushes his lips right back against yours. ] Touch you more?
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He'd see her lips curl into a smile when she does get what she wants, but she doesn't get on with it as if she's in a rush. This isn't even about the romance or the cuteness anymore, this is just Weiss at her core, graceful until the end. Except when she isn't, anyway. Then he asks the same thing. Funny, when he's already practically groped her under ass already, but she doesn't point it out. He's quick to tack on something else, too. ]
Twenty crepes.
[ Yet another soft laugh, and a sickeningly sweet smile because she's so proud of herself for coming up with that one on the fly. The way she tilts her head up at him, the want in her eyes that hasn't faded, She isn't going to make him pay her in exchange for more of this. Not now.
Though maybe another timeBut if it means using her wit, that tongue of hers that could be so sharp any other day for something clever in this instance? Then she will. Not to mention, for all the teasing she's put him through so far, she can't exactly seem so easy now, can she? ]no subject
At least they can stay there, in his head. Thoughts that would embarrass the hell out of him if anyone ever knew. Thoughts that would have confused him to the point of angrily punching a hole in a wall. It wasn't just this whole resort. Ragna was going to need time to process a lot of things going ahead. Especially when he's caught in Weiss' smile. Then she ups the ante. A softer laugh, and a smile so sweet it could make someone's teeth ache.
He's just a human named Ragna. He's done fighting. He's done fighting anything right now. And before he can make good on capturing those sickeningly sweet lips to his, his eyes soften and a smile that may never surface again is shared as he ponies up. ]
Deal.
[ Twenty. She can charge him anything she wanted to if it meant that he didn't get to stop anymore. He kisses her slower this time, the arm that'd been framing over her tiny body on the move too as his lips part for hers once more. He hadn't finished drinking her in yet, his tongue more boldly delving into her mouth as every sweep and wet little 'smack' ushers in another deep heated sigh from her tall partner. His fingers sink more possessively into her backside, hunched lower over her so she wasn't just clinging off of him despite the mild discomfort. It's all worth it right now.
Especially when he makes good on what he asked for as she'd find his hand cupping her breast, curious but not stopping before he gently squeezes, kiss just as deep to throw a log on that fire. ]
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Really, though. There's no point in asking for payment when that feeling of being wanted, sought after, and appreciated that she gets from this is already giving back. She'd let him touch her again, provided they're in the right place and the right time, if it meant that his thoughts were just as muddled and cloudy thanks to that desire to be with her.
His mouth is on hers again, tongue lapping against hers, making that fire within her grow and burn a little brighter. The songbird's melody continues, high in pitch, needy in tone. It's as if she's calling him without the use for words, telling him that that hand on her ass can do more than just that, and how the hand on her chest feels so hot that she might actually see a mark on there whenever she takes off her clothes. It won't be too obvious outside of fervent squeezes, but her nipples are slowly becoming erect that her even the padding of her dress won't be able hide it.
And he can keep touching her. More than he's already done. Weiss will do the same now that she has his consent, pulling the lower end of his shirt out of his pants so she can slip her hand underneath, touching bare skin. Her smaller and softer fingers splay against his stomach, her palm gliding upwards so softly and gently. It shouldn't hurt when she curls her fingers to lightly scratch at his chest, a playful little gesture she makes in between kisses. How fun would it be to explore him some more, even with a stupid ghost watching them? So long as they're enjoying this too, and aren't really going to do anything bad to them... she supposes it's alright. ]
Wish you could sit down...
[ She whines when she pulls away to catch some air, and it's also then that she takes a moment to begin unbuttoning his shirt with her other hand.
It would seem that the Teasing Trio are of the same mind, though. They can barely see Weiss this way, what with Ragna towering over her and blocking the view! It's not like his back is entertaining to begin with! And so, they decide to give the two a push. The hows and whys don't matter when as Ragna might feel something bump against his legs from behind.
This chair. ]
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He knew what sex was. He knew how it was supposed to go. All he can think of is going with what feels right, and that's letting things escalate...and escalate...and escalate as long as he doesn't get too far ahead of her.
Consider this your House initiation, Ragna the Bloodedge. You said it yourself. Weiss Schnee was a good "first". So take good care of her, will you?
She sings so sweet, tastes so sweet, that his thoughts go running away on him ahead of their making out. He's only ever heard of it, but what would she taste like if he, for once, willingly knelt before her? It wasn't just his hands that couldn't touch this way before that were curious, if the rolling deep moan he returns as she touches across bare, muscular skin...up and up, and an inviting scratch against his chest. Their height difference makes it hard for him to just satisfy that itch to grind when the front of his pants were tugging tighter and tighter with each passing moment, but kissing her was just as addictive that it was impossible to know when to stop. Not when he can feel her nipple peek beneath the padding of her bust. She's slowly unbuttoning him too...
No fair. He wants to see her too. Touch and taste? Why not sight? He wants to see everything about her and burn it into his brain. Good luck getting this girl out of his head— he wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to.
And he didn't. ]
You're good...
[ He doesn't even know how much experience she's had, but that hardly matters to him. Weiss is the only thing he can think of and want right now up until— ]
Ah—?
[ He can think of asking to see more of her after. Especially when that lustful haze he's been pulled down into the depths of clears briefly. Long enough for him to feel something sliding into the backs of his legs. As she works on unbuttoning his shirt, something he doesn't mind at all if it gives her everything she wants to explore, his attention is only temporarily broken from her to notice the chair stationed behind them. It's long, curvy, narrow...and he can already tell how he's going to need to sit in that to get comfortable. And he also knows where it came from.
But instead of shuddering, or coming up too close to the surface that he can let himself be afraid, the glance he gives the Teasing Trio is still ridden with a twinge of desire. The tender, accepting smile that Weiss was treated earlier subtly shifts, into a little smirk. But it's all for her this time. And he's trusting her to catch him as he's falling deeper.
His hands stop fondling her in the moment, instead gliding down arm, backs of his fingers brushing towards her hand to take it in his again, the other on the curve of her hip as he starts to tug her back with him. ]
That was there when we got here.
[ That's both their excuses now, as Ragna carefully pulls Weiss down with him as he reclines, the narrow width of the chair causing him to spread his legs. Before she can even straddle him if she were to look down, along with the way his dress shirt fans to the sides leaving his broad chest and ripped front exposed...well. There's little hiding the number Weiss already did on him with how full and throbbing the bulge in his pants was already getting. Even worse when wearing all white... ]
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They're being annoying... She's in the mood now, if that wasn't already obvious, but she's not that interested in being watched.
If she didn't know, though... That's something elseRagna's waiting for her, but the few gears in her head are turning as she tries to think of a way to get them not to look.When she finally has it, there's a smirk on her face, and she looks down at Ragna as she's already straddling him as if telling him to wait. She at least keeps her hand on him, both as a means to balance herself and to let him know she's not just going to up and leave. He may as well watch, because she leans back and slips her cardigan off her arms, one after the other. Weiss is petite, and looks even smaller with her shoulders out in the open, the way her sleeves were puffed up seemingly making her look a little bigger then. This isn't for him, even though he can take the rest off if he wanted to. ]
Don't be scared. And you can ask about this later.
[ She lifts two fingers and summons two small Glyphs over both top corners of the painting. A little white glowing bird pops out from one of them, catches the cardigan she tosses over and practically covers half of the painting with it by letting the piece of clothing hang over the corners. It flies back into the other Glyph and disappears, and it gets Weiss to huff in triumph.
"What? No! But we want to see! Please?!"" And the trio most certainly can, if they just attached themselves to the lower half of the painting, but it certainly is one way to obstruct their view. From where they are, even if they crouched down, they wouldn't be able to see much what with the chair blocking the way. "We're expecting you to be loud for us, if we can't watch!"
And they'll probably keep complaining until the cardigan eventually falls down to the floor. It gives them some time and some privacy, at least, because with that done? Weiss doesn't feel as conscious anymore. And she looks back down at Ragna with a small but confident smile on her face. ]
So... It's just you and me now. And this chair that was most definitely here when we entered.
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To let themselves both be swallowed up in a rush of pleasure that he's afraid he might get addicted to. Is this what it feels like? Is this what he can't have?
Luckily for Weiss, Ragna is patient for her, if only because he's the one with far less experience here. And he knows where her ire currently is directed. How the hell do they shut them out? He almost wants to try punching them and seeing if his fist can actually pass through to literally knock them out. An isolated thought that doesn't dispel the mood or his drive for her, thankfully...and even more thankful with the fact that Weiss was already setting a plan in motion. Mismatched red and greens follow her, study her every little movement and slip as the cardigan slips off and makes her appear even tinier on top of him than before. With how lazily he's lounged back like this, it only sparks sinful thoughts further to the forefront at a new record pace.
What a contrast. Beautiful, yet with how riled up Weiss has driven up in following her lead as a dance partner, so desirable. Like he could give up everything else he knew in this one solitary moment as long as he could preserve her. Curiosity does raise that brow of his when Weiss warns him not to be scared. ]
What're you gonna—
[ That's when, like a conductor orchestrating her instruments, two snowflake-patterned Glyphs manifest as he cranes his head back. Just in time to see an ethereally glowing white bird flap out by her command. They're direct. There is no deviation when she tosses her cardigan at it before the sense of wonder in Ragna's eyes shifts. Especially when the cardigan is left draped over the painting of goddamn voyeurs. Ragna can't help himself, speaking quietly while she wraps up her seemingly magic handiwork with an almost rhetorical: ]
Ars Magus...? [ And should she catch that, he'll return the favour as his eyes are back on her. This time for good. ] And you can ask about that later.
[ They were like magic circles he'd witness home when various Ars Magus wielders would trigger spells. Luckily for Weiss, they didn't scare him in the slightest. In fact, they drew his curiosity. A curiosity he curbs when he arches his back once upon a heated sigh before letting himself completely recline again beneath her.
His smile his back too, his hands squarely on her soft and smooth thighs as she mounts him. She didn't have to do that...but something told him that it was just as much for her as it was for him. ]
And I've got the best seat in the house.
[ There you go, Ragna. Seems they both do, as his hands start roaming once more, strong, assertive, confident. Gliding higher up underneath the skirt of her dress before teasing towards the insides of her thighs, before ghosting back down once more. Speaking of that dress, as a hand that could wrap around her tiny waist smooths up the side of her body... ]
Where's the zipper?
[ Make this seat even sweeter. ]
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And as she looks down at him now that things have settled down and realises he isn't scared? Well, that's a good thing! But she does start to wonder if she could use her Glyph in other instances. . . in cases like these. . .
But that's a thought she can think about some more another time. She isn't in the mood to experiment, and it doesn't seem like this is a good opportunity for it either. He told her she's a good first, and even though they don't really have a choice but comply to what the Teasing Trio want, she doesn't want this to be a bad experience. ]
I don't know, I feel like I'm the one who has it.
[ She's already straddling him. He's still got his hands on her, and her hands are back on his chest. But just to prove a point, she does move her hips, grinding against his erection just to let him know where exactly it is she's seated. A nice and comfortable spot, if she had anything to say about it.
To his question, though, she shakes her head. ]
No handouts. Find it yourself.
[ Sure, she's teasing a little bit, but she leans in, her one hand moving upward from the centre of his chest to hold onto his shoulder. The other stays to feel him up, enjoying how sculpted his upper body is, a huge contrast to her own. It's not something she finds visually attractive, but it certainly feels different. ]
You're going to need to learn if you're going to be here a while, you know.
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[ Is this confidence in her elevator partner? Not exactly, but as he finds himself so relaxed with her, even with his hands exploring as they do and taking extra interest in how soft she felt...this is more like comfort. Considering where he came from and the life he's lead, being this close with anyone was abandoned to him. If he ever had fleeting thoughts, they were drowned out by anger and a focus on what did matter. Yet her h is, on his back with a petite young woman grinding and riding out his growing erection and urging another deep and enticed moan out of Ragna. ]
Huh?
[ She teases him, but she's already done a fine job in dispelling his doubts and worries that she's earned a side of him that's very rare indeed. She may not know it yet, but it's a tenderness and trust that he hasn't placed in practically anyone like this before. And she's still guiding him. Leaving him guessing. Yet he's more lost than frustrated this time...especially when she does encourage him with words that are going to stick with him for some time if he winds up checking in. Ragna was going to need to learn if he was going to be here a while. If he was going to survive and if fighting wasn't going to solve anything, whether he liked it or not...
He was no bed layer, no womanizer or even a romantic. Ragna didn't have anything to fall back on beyond what he's heard or read, not entirely clueless about what to do. But the idea of sleeping around to build a hand; he doesn't show it on the surface now, but why does that thought burn him a little? If he was going to stay here for a while after all...then why couldn't he just have one?
Add it to the list of what's going to keep him awake at night until he checks in.]Fine. I don't mind a little work.
[ Especially when the "work" looks as good as she does on him, leaning over him the way she does as Ragna's feet find better purchase spread as they are so he can roll his hips up against hers harder. At the same time, his hand fumbles while the other continues to keep her attended to with curious fondles of her chest. First, fingertips dipping into the curve of her spine all the way up, until he looses a warm sigh. Frustration? No. No you can be more patient than that, Ragna.
She gave you both all the time in the world.
He thought the zipper would be on the back, but instead, as he retreats and glides around the side...he feels a little fray. Or, an opening? It's the zipper alright. He thinks he's past the point of asking for more when he'll follow her every step, or take the lead like he's doing now when he gives a little tug to zip her side down.
It sounds so loud in his head, and the thought of stripping Weiss down himself, his little reward for being a good little proactive student, will earn her a more pronounced, excitable throb that gets his breath hitching. Okay. Now it was starting to hurt a little, his clothed cock grating against the inside of his own zipper through his briefs. Once he's got her top loosened enough, his hands return to Weiss' soft thighs, squeezing and caressing over them as he gets the chance to admire her bare breasts in his view. ]
Damn...
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She didn't think that would even be a thing, but it is.
Ragna will at least be guided by her hand so he doesn't just pull on it in one big swoop and make her dress pucker or jerk her around. Slow, steady, and the zipper follows, fanning out from one side then the other, until her bare upper half is there for him to see. Hah— maybe he really does have the best seat in the house after all.
Showing her body to someone else isn't something that she gets shy about, but there's something about his reaction that gets her to sputter. She almost wants to tell him not to stare, but why would she not want that? Keep looking at her. She's desirable, someone worth chasing and pampering, and— ]
Your turn? I mean- your pants.
[ Giving, a people pleaser, seeking constant approval. ]
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