#you’re the only one who; drags me kicking and screaming through fast dreams | kurai & ciphor |–;

[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]

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ // ( kurai&ciphor ! )

--- Cooking wasn't exactly her forte, but she wasn't bad at it either...and while she wasn't exactly a morning person- 2pm wasn't morning, either. That said! It was the perfect time for breakfast, and such was the reason eggs were frying in a pan on low heat; pancakes in another just beside it- something simple that would put food in their stomach after drinking last night. Not that he needed it, well aware of just how much lover could drink and still retain all his composure; where he put it all, was beyond her.

--- Still, having crawled out of bed entirely in the nude given...events of the previous evening, she wasn't at all ashamed in finding one of his shirt from the floor and slipping it over her shoulders. One or two buttons to keep the bottom closed up, but otherwise careless about anything else- she hadn't even bothered with a bra. Biting lip with a hum, she spun around with two plates the moment she heard the sound of his voice from the corner of the loft.

--- ' Mm? This? ' a pause, tone innocent as she set the plates on the counter with furrowing brows, tugging on the material. Lifting it in taunting fashion, before eventually shoulders were raised and she turned away, searching the cabinets for syrup. ' No, definitely not. This is our shirt, Ci...you know that. ' a teasing grin pulled at her lips in amusement, standing upon her toes and reaching for the bottle only to cause the material of said shirt to lift and lift...

--- Thighs...the very bottom of even her rear, so clearly put on display for the equine until she'd reached what she wanted and then turned back to face him, naked valley between chest given even more prominence as she pulled on a lapel. ' Don't you think it looks good on me? '

[ekleipsi]

long and determined do one's strides carry him inwards and on approach. arms swift to snake around the tengu's frame from behind her vision. forming a secure clutch , beneath femme's biceps and around torso , in order to heave her upward swiftly. holding her in the air , and hostage seemingly so within steed's grasp. a sheer flurry of kisses , to pepper the side of her neck. snickering , in between each of them. ‘ - oh no ! I caught myself a pretty , little birdie ! ’

/ ( kurai&ciphor ! )

--- She's distracted enough that she doesn't hear his approach, lost in taking apart a tattoo gun and cleaning up some of the ink that had spilled, among other things. Paper towels and gloves, sanitizer...closed up for the day of course, she wasn't expecting customers and hearing the door has her idly calling out a quick, ' We're closed- ' though in due moments, long strides have brought his frame close. Even before she has the chance to turn and face him, his arms are curled around and under her, lifting her bodily from the ground.

--- Eyes blow wide with a gasp at the ease in which he lifts her ( truly, his narrow frame belies the strength he has ) before a loud and rather undignified squeak escapes past her lips. Held hostage like so, it's the feel of his fingers beneath her palm and the scent of him that really clues her in to who mystery assailant is. A clean sort of musk, and fresh grass...new rain. There's...freedom in the way he smells; like everything beautiful that can't be caught or tamed or held down.

--- She loved it. She loved the way he smell, the way his hands felt. She...loved. She loved. There's a small hiccup in emotion in her chest, weighing heavy upon it and causing heart to thunder like a stampede of horses...fast, long legged horses, and her mind is abruptly fogged with nothing else before she's bursting into giggles and laughter at the onslaught of kisses. ' H-hey! Hey! ' Why was being with him so easy?

--- When he snickers, it's like he's won...and maybe he has, if he considers the prize her heart. Really, she finds herself the victor in its entirety...but all of that goes unspoken. The pair of them weren't really the best with words, were they? Legs kick slightly, and she squirms in his grasp, still so scooped up off the ground as she was, gasping and laughing at the same time before messy head of hair tilts back upon his shoulder.

--- Had he caught her? ' Did you now, racehorse!? ' she gasps and grins, bright blues meet that of his cobalt and a hand slips up to card into his hair, scratching near the scalp and giving it a sweet and tender tug. ' How do you know this wasn't all part of my plan, hm? Maybe you're the one that's caught? How do you know, that I'm not just Stockholming your ass? ' she smirks, dark lashes lowering before she leans into him, pressing her nose against his neck where freedom smells the strongest and it's all so uniquely him.

--- ' Or maybe I just let you catch me... '