#ciphor worrying for her

[ekleipsi]

long strides guide the stallion over, towards girlfriend's smaller frame. leaving her in the painting zone for but a moment longer, until he is all but to slump into her back. leaning one's weight almost entirely, upon her spine. arms drop, around femme's shoulders. digits languidly seeking a path, within overall of hers. ( maybe he'll get to unclasp her bra. ) ‘ .. at least tell me how long this one's gonna take? ’ he isn't one to complain, nor to possibly hurry kurai to finish up usually. but damn.. his girlfriend at least needed to eat and drink for once.

‘ - c'mon rai, five minute break? your food's gonna get cold at this pace. and you don't want me to eat your share now, will you? ’ oh, he's managed to unclasp her bra. nice.

/ ( kurai&ciphor ! )

--- How many hours had it been? Lost in thought, the stream of conscious train had recklessly slid away from its tracks and pulled whatever intention she'd started with along with it. Fingers were curled around the paintbrush, sitting upon stool in her studio- sacred ground, as far as she was concerned, and only known and permitted to precious few. Her brother and twin, her boyfriend, Citri...she'd not even brought Esyn here, not yet. That said, Ciphor had come over hours prior with the intention to keep her company but she'd been so trained unto the canvas, she'd barely paid him mind.

--- Barely paid anything mind. Memories and thoughts spun around like weak threads, twists of fate and a story that she couldn't tell. One that was all blurred stars and violent crows. Vultures. Was that blood? The pressure against her spine drew her from her thoughts, blinking once...twice...one more time, as crystal blues returned to her surroundings, gasping aloud as she looked at the strikingly colored piece before her.

--- Whatever it had started as...it wasn't that, any longer. Dusty browns and reds, almost as if set in a desert was marred by black...blobs. Were those dots in the upper part birds? There was nothing coherent about it, and she was quickly distracted by the way Ciphor weight pressed upon her, feeling the warmth of arms around otherwise naked flesh. Sweats and a bra, per usual while here and relaxing, skilled fingers slipped over pale skin lightly and teasingly, until she arched slightly and bit her lower lip.

--- Brush meets canvas once more, but she doesn't move it, scrutinizing it a bit longer as if confused. ' Not...too much longer? I think? Hard to say... ' the answer was lackluster, and definitely wishy washy, she knew as soon as the words had left her lips before she's tipping her head back against his chest and upon shoulder with a snort at the notion that the food would get cold...though even more offense is taken when he threatens to eat hers. ' Did you make it yourself, or did you order in? ' she grins teasingly, rolling her eyes.

--- ' Alright, alri-- ' she starts to hum out her response, before the clasp of bra is popped and the garment loosens significantly, ample chest spilling from the bottom of cloth cups. Eyes widen in shock, though it's temporary before she huffs rather loudly and quickly teases the paintbrush along his nose, painting a small streak of red over it. ' This is a crime in some countries! ' Was it? She didn't know, but surely it had to be, somewhere? With a noisy protest, back arches once more before paintbrush is set down and she instead seeks out both his hands.

--- Once found and tugged at, she lifts both of his palms and pushes them against chest until he's properly cupping breasts and glancing over her shoulder at him. ' You can hold them up yourself then, if you're so eager to get rid of the bra, you menace. ' she says softly, though voice is laden with teasing notes as she sticks tongue out at him from current position, trying to slide from the stool while keeping his hands pressed against her so they could both head to the kitchen.

[tekkai]

Lies

“He’s a real monster,” I can hear Mari whisper in a hushed tone to one of the lab assistants, Sophie, that she’d grown closer to, “I hear he, alone, has over ten thousand kills...” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her dramatism but Sophie was eating up every word. “... I heard that he can turn into a wild animal and tear you apart if you so much as look at him the wrong way. As long as he humors the World Government’s requests he’s allowed to kill whoever he wants with no consequences.”

“Mari, where are my blood samples from animal ID029?”

“Just a minute Doctor!” She chirps turning away from the other significantly more frazzled young woman. 

I glance back, discreetly checking their work. So far no errors and as long as the work gets done I can overlook the gossiping. 

“Doctor! Did you hear a division of Ciphor Pol operatives are officially being relocated to our base?”

“Only the horror stories you’ve been filling up poor Sophie’s head with,” I wink playfully at the now flushing girls. They each stutter a quick apology as I turn back to my own task.

“And?” Mari quickly returns to her senses, buzzing about me like an enamored puppy, while Sophie quietly returns to her work. 

“And what?”

“What do you think?”

I shrug, trying to play the role of the wisened sage but it was hard to resist Mari’s infectious enthusiasm. “We might be sharing our home with them but we have no reason to worry about what our neighbors do. Just like they have no reason to interfere with our research.” 

She pouts dramatically, setting the vials of blood into the rack infront of me. “But aren't you at least a little curious?”

“Not at all,” I lie. 

[ekleipsi]

it could've been partial the heavy atmosphere of masses of people dancing flesh pressed against flesh. with the scent of sweat and alcohol weighing down upon the air to an equal amount , and lights flashing rhythmically to the beat drumming to the ears. despite couple drinks that have been quite impactful on it's liquor , steed finds himself clear-headed enough , to snake his pathway skillfully so through the crowded sea , until reaching destination upon dance floor. arms come to circle around femme's waist. against chest , for the tengu's backside to be pulled against , swaying along with her very frame.

a row of kisses , peppered the side of her neck , and trails it's way upward to earlobe of hers. palms pressing into hips , with a possessive ( and claiming ) touch of nature lingering beneath. a murmur shapes , to be delivered straight into the shell , so girlfriend could hopefully hear him over crowds and music alike.

‘ .. 's go home , dancing queen. ’

// ( kurai&ciphor. )

--- Nights like these were always carefree and riddled with fun; tengu much enjoyed her evenings in, with brush in hand or fingers daring to dig into a clay pot but then the need for socializing sputtered forth and boyfriend was always eager to vibe with nightclubs. Wasn't it how they'd met? She recalled it with great amusement, lips quirking- for the moment, he'd decided to stay at the bar and have a couple more drinks. Femme of course, had already taken her fill (at least, enough such that she wouldn't fall over) and strayed to the dance floor to move her body.

--- Some considered art a dance form as well, and while she agreed in many ways, it wasn't one she was amazing at. While not awful, it wasn't difficult to mimic the idle gyrations from surrounding bodies, pressing against one another intermittently until she could feel the sticky sheen of sweat bead along her forehead. Orbs hadn't met those of lover, lost in her own movements, before she felt arms curl around center.

--- A brief pause, for a moment thinking that maybe it was a stranger trying to feel her up...but the row of kisses along her neck coupled with the smooth way he swayed with her and the familiar scent he possessed had her relaxing. ' Almost elbowed you in the gut, you know... ' she teased, somewhat breathless from all the moving and bouncing along the dance floor, before a grin pull at her lips. Head tilted with the trail of his lips, allowing for him to find a less obstructed path to earlobe as he groped at her hips.

--- Breath caught, briefly and fleetingly, at the gesture. Ciphor wasn't overt in his possessive displays, and it was so rare that they were demonstrated at all, but each one reminded her that they were together. Dating. That they belonged to one another in so many ways- heart went aflutter, and head tips back upon his shoulder with the muttered into her ear, a request to return home. Fingers and palms alike settle over his own, resting there for a handful of moments as she kisses sweetly on the underside of his jaw.

--- ' All tired of the club now that you've had your fill of drinking and drunk men and women flirting with you? ' she beamed, laughing and relaxing further against his frame. She never...had to worry about him, in the respect of him flirting with others, or cheating. In fact, she had absolute faith and confidence in their relationship to no fret at all over it, though that didn't stop her from occasionally making a show that he was hers. Rare as that was, she hummed a small noise in throat and gave a nod. ' Alright, ' she agreed, lacing digits into his own and allowing him to guide her from the pulsing crowds and the loud club until sweet, fresh night air hit her face

--- ' The air feels nice, damn...didn't realize how suffocating it was in there. ' a chuckle, turning around until she was walking backwards, so that she could face him as they left. Tangled digits were brought to her mouth, liquor causing her balance a bit of trouble so that kiss she pressed to steed's fingers was...messier than intended, but eager all the same. ' Your home or mine this time? '

[ekleipsi]

[ giggle ] / ( kurai&ciphor THIS ONE TOO )

[ giggle ] sender starts tickling and kissing the receiver all over in order to make them laugh

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--- Emotions always ran high when in proximity with the steed, though she was quite good at keeping them well under wraps and carefully managed. Most of the time, at least. Being together with him made her feel...happier than she had, in who knew how long. She couldn't even remember, though it likely wasn't this lifetime- digits traced a small pattern along his bare collar, starting with thumb before the others joined in the pattern and left him shivering slightly at the contact.

--- Why did everything feel so natural and comfortable with him? Why did it feel...like home? Canvas was strewn across the floor of the loft, splatters of paint all over the material- as well as the sheets and burlap she'd even attempted to lay down, but there was no escaping the messy colors that blended together. Before she knew it, she'd finger painted a figure 8 symbol across pronounced clavicle, long and dark lashes lowering as she appraised it. Infinite.

--- That's what things felt like, with him. Infinite. Like nothing would ever end- such was the joy of falling for someone who was just as much your best friend, as your lover. A wide grin spread over her face as he pinned her down, laughing openly at both of their paint speckled bodies. ' You know these jeans? Mm, they really do you justice. ' she grinned teasingly at him, dragging nails along the hem of his pants with a laugh, clinging low to his narrow hips.

--- ' You think? And here I was, worried they just looked oh so terrible and I'd have to take 'em off. ' a dramatic sigh escaped him, single eye rolling as a smirk feathered along his own features. ' That a new bra, by the way? ' another smirk, visage teeming with amusement. He knew it was, he'd picked it out for her after all- something she was opening her mouth to convey with haughty intention, before he captured it to silence her no doubt snarky reply.

--- Despite capturing her mouth to stifle the response she was due, his fingers were quick to grace the gently plush flesh around her hips and sides, digging in and squeezing softly before pulling away and feathering over skin. The tickling had her jerking her mouth away abruptly, bursting into loud and embarrassing laughter as he continued to brush his fingers over tender areas, hips and stomach- and then down to the back of her thighs until she was squealing and writhing with laughter.

--- There wasn't a single pause, while he simultaneously pepper kisses along her jaw and neck, over shoulder and between the valley of breasts before she was gasping sharply and arching. Another laugh spilled free, tugging his hair until they were face to face again. ' Ch-cheating! That's cheating! ' she insisted, freshly determined to return the gesture, legs curling around his hips and yanking him down until she could roll atop him. This time it was her turn to squeeze and tickle at bare upper torso.

[ekleipsi]

[ irresistable ] / ( kurai&ciphor ehehe )

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips

---

--- Shots. In theory it was a great idea, but in practice, she hadn't realized just how...long it had been since she'd done flat shots with someone and Ciphor was much better at holding his liquor than she was, that was for damn sure. All her huffing, all her puffing, all her boastful swagger about how she could knock them back with the best of them? He'd called her bluff without a single shred of hesitation. At the very least they were in a club, where pulsing bass could drown out the sound of his playful mockery...

--- ...even if it was written on his face, half crinkled with arrogant mirth at the way she leaned against the bar with a groan. There was a flicker of worry on his face when she nearly toppled off the bar stool, where he'd lurched forward by half a step only to recoil rather quickly when she caught herself on the counter and then laughed aloud. ' Hey! Don't sit there and laugh at me, you keep drinking until you're like this, too! ' she complained, petulant expression on her features, as she watched him knock back another shot.

--- How many had that been? Having long since lost count, she stood on shaky legs, like a baby foal learning how to walk for the first time, wobbling towards the dance floor until she felt a palm cradling her elbow...protectively? For balance? She wasn't sure, but when she looked over her shoulder, she could only cast a bright grin at him, eyes crinkled in delight before she spun more fully and held to both of his forearms. ' Hey c'mon, let's dance... ' a hum, pulling at him idly only to find resistance.

--- ' You really think you should be dancing like this? You'll be on your ass in two seconds. ' he'd snorted in response, clearly confident that this prophecy would come to pass. Expression grew offended as her brows furrowed at his suggestion, puffing her chest out as best she could- she wasn't really dressed to dance, nothing sexy or spectacular. Only a pair of short, paint-stained coveralls and a bra beneath them, while those in the crowd wore leather, sequins, lowcut tops.

--- ' You a coward, pretty boy? Or just worried you'll be the one on your ass, half drunk and half blind? ' she snorted playfully, teasing him until he grew haughty and determined to prove her otherwise. Fixing her with a glare, he'd pressed into her and curled arms around her waist somewhat awkwardly while they swayed with the music. More than once, she'd stumbled and stepped on his feet, only to meet casual japes and jabs about her lack of perception and balance. ' Oh shut up! You're ruining the handsome view by opening that mouth. ' a scoff, sticking her tongue out.

--- He leaned forward, a brow lofted and a smirk upon lips. ' You think I'm handsome, huh? You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid, 'rai. ' he'd wrinkled his nose, before he drew close. Closer yet, until she could feel warm, hot breath against her face. Laced with alcohol, though she didn't care as her own wasn't much better...he was so much closer than she'd thought and the flush upon features was telling- though she'd have blamed the alcohol if asked.

--- ' You wish... ' a huff, but the ghost of his mouth had a small noise slipping out, leaning forward as if to close the distance between them...only for him to pull away slowly, slow enough that her own mouth followed. Pathetically. When he started laughing, she realized what he'd done, and smacked a hand against his chest with a purse of her lips. ' Bastard! I'm gonna get you back, you know! ' she half slurred...but she didn't pull away. Might have fallen on her ass, if she did.