[ she knows the impression she gives off, with all her bright colors and tattoos and sequins. anyone wearing ink on their face isn’t going to be some goody-two-shoes either. but there are signs she’s made some changes to that even recently, the names that have either been crossed out or turned into something else, signs that she’s making some changes in her life.
or at least she’s ready to be a little less terrible.
but, as her blatant fondling of his hook proves, she’s not above some behavior. ]
Not so much. [ she laughs, shaking her head slowly, and lets her fingers follow the shape of the metal, curved and smooth. ] So really, you might be representin’ all sorts of firsts for me. That’s a big deal.
[ he's seen some of the tattoos, certainly enough to make out the name featured in them. they spell out a story, one quite different from his own. the only name on the tattoo on his right wrist, milah, still stands there, drawn inside a red heart, nothing less. ]
Aye. It's going to be rather special, isn't it? I'm honored. [ the words are supposed to express his gratitude and appreciation, but he has a way of making them sound like her choice in him was obvious. he's simply so full of himself. his eyes follow her fingers slowly trailing the metal, hypnotized. ]
None? [ ah, that can't be right. he's going to be so disappointed if this set up doesn't play out like he's hoping it will. ] I'm told I was known across several worlds by my more colorful moniker, given to me for the sake of the weapon you're now holding in your hand. I wonder if that name was also known in Gotham? [ he finally looks up from her fingers to her eyes, trying to catch the possible moment she might recognize his identity. he's a proper drama queen, it's true. ]
[ some of them are more haphazardly done, x-marks that definitively cross out the name of her ex. others are added onto, turning what used to be I LOVE PUDDIN into PUDDINg cups. or there’s the giant J on her upper arm, currently hidden by the sleeves of her jacket, that she’s had a mermaid tattooed on top of so that the letter becomes its tail.
getting rid of him on her is really just the start. but finding a handsome distraction is gonna go a long way in helping her move past her ex altogether.
her brow furrows in mild confusion, even as she uses the tether of his hook to pull herself closer to him. ] Okay, so. You’re a pirate captain. With a ship. And a crew. Only your ship’s not here. And you have a...
[ there it is. the moment when realization dawns and she looks at him with a more incredulous smile, laughing once and then shaking her head in almost disbelief. ] Wait, wait, wait. You’re tellin’ me you’re... the Captain Hook? [ oh, that is rich, but all she can do is chuckle. ] No offense, but you’re way better-lookin’ than that story ever gave ya credit for.
[ the mermaid tattoo is very cute. he certainly approves of it. ]
[ he carefully watches the realization dawn on her, enjoying every second of this. true, it's ridiculous to know that people wrote children's stories about you, but he's damn well going to use it to his own advantage as much as he can. fame is always impressive, right? ]
I was also told that. [ he smiles, the lie slipping past his lips as easily as any other. well, it's more like an exaggeration. emma did tell him that the fairy tale version of him was somewhat hideous. rude, honestly. ] So you have heard of me. How splendid. Glad to make your acquaintance, Harley Quinn, now that we're properly introduced.
[ if she has it her way he can get plenty acquainted with it very soon.
and maybe she knows a thing or two about being famous. or infamous. still, it’s different than meeting someone who, up until recently, she only knew of from a freaking fairy tale. so this is new and different. kind of what she already expected from him going into this, but also somehow more? who knew. ]
Well, I’m only a little familiar with the story. [ but enough to know the name anyway. and she smiles when he does. ] Seems like we’re on the right track to really gettin’ to know each other.
[ it's silly and a little clumsy, so the drawing reminds him of actual pirate tattoos done out at sea. although it looks much better on her skin than it would look on anyone from his crew. ]
Truly. We both have plenty of stories to share, lass. [ yep, he sure loves talking about himself. and he still wants to know about gotham and/or brooklyn. is that where jason also originates from? ] Should we head inside? I feel like I must warn you, the man who left the house behind didn't have much of an eye for decoration. [ unlike the both of them who are absolutely killing it with their cool fashion. the way he says "left it behind" sounds like the guy just handed the keys over to hook rather than him breaking in through the window, which is still broken, by the way. ]
[ in another life maybe, she would’ve made a really kickass pirate.
but she peers up at the place with a squint, trying to get a sense of what it’ll look like inside. doesn’t really matter if it’s his or if he’s squatting, honestly. it’s not like she hasn’t ever done that. she probably will resort to that if she can’t find some poor sucker to let her move in. ]
What, ladies first? [ she winks at him and steps forward, but she’s more than happy to let him display a little chivalry in opening that door for her first. ] Don’t worry. I won’t be payin’ much attention to the scenery.
Ladies first. [ he repeats her words. of course he's holding the door open for her. after all there might be some rivaling squatter waiting for them inside.
well, maybe not. but he makes a show of it anyway, closing the door after himself only after she's slipped past him into the house. the moment also provides him with a good view of her behind, a long look he doesn't even try to hide. ]
Oh, I'm not worried. I was promised a list of my good qualities, remember? [ he remembers. he strolls after her inside the house, digging a small flask out of his pocket while she gets settled in. he wiggles the bottle at her. ] Care for a drink? [ ladies first. ]
[ look, she was the one totally checking out his ass first when they’d split up to search for jimmy on the moon. if he sneaks in a little ogling on his end, who is she to judge that? besides, she knows how she looks in this dress, and the word for that is smoking. ]
Oh, that right? Well, first things — [ she hears the slosh of liquid in the flask and her eyes light up, lips pressed together as she nods hurriedly. ]
Always. [ no hesitation about taking a swig of it either, even a second before she passes it back to him — and there’s a slight brush of fingers when she does, enough to maybe even briefly trigger that empathy bond again and make her draw in a subtle breath. ]
You did that on purpose. [ he remarks, blinking slowly as he recovers from the quick whiplash of emotions. it was obvious from the start that she wouldn't use caution when it came down to this. perhaps that would make her the wrong choice for some, but there's no blame in his voice. the bond was more pleasant this time around and she could certainly feel his eager anticipation bubbling underneath the surface.
he takes a swig to drown what little sense keeps telling him this might have been a bad idea. ]
First things? [ he reminds her as he looks to her from the corner of his eye, using the hook to pull her closer to himself by her wrist. don't get distracted now. ]
Maybe I just wanted to see if it was a one-and-done thing. Some weird moon crap. Or we’d... gotten it out of our systems already. [ she sure as hell doesn’t know how this all works and that hesitancy had probably been there through the bond, beneath the spark of interest that is.
she watches him drink, pressing her lips together (bright red this time, since she’d found a shade of lipstick she likes) before her tongue sweeps between them. ]
What, you think I came over here just for talkin’? [ she swivels in towards him, letting herself be pulled, but stops short of letting their bodies touch, even though they both have a few layers to go before it’s skin against skin. the second she kisses him, though, it won’t matter. ] Or should we skip right ahead to the main attraction?
[ he tugs the flask away, smiling. so she hasn't looked into it at all? unsurprising, but he isn't going to start filling her in. it's not like he understands that much either and he doubts she'd be interested in hearing it. especially not right now. there are far more important things on both of their minds. ]
Well, I do prefer being complimented first, but in your case I could consider making an exception. [ he teases her, laughing and briefly glancing up at the ceiling like he really had to give it some thought. the truth is he's just as eager to try it as she is.
when his eyes return on her, they focus on her lips. his hook slides down her arm, the metal making a quiet rustling noise against the colorful sequins. ] Push me away if it's too much. [ that's all the warning she's going to get before he leans into a kiss, both amused and charmed by her impatience, but also curious of what's going to happen. ]
[ in her defense, she's an easily distracted person with a very short attention span and had been given free rein to the equivalent of a space amex almost immediately afterward, so she'd been mostly sidetracked after that. it hadn't even occurred to her there was someone else up on the moon she could ask.
but beyond the attraction, the fascination, whatever it is (probably both and then some), she's realizing she feels something of an affinity with him. a likeness. like she doesn't have to worry about being completely good and he won't judge her for it. regardless, it might explain why she doesn't have many reservations about doing this. the rest is just her tendency to jump in without considering any consequences. ]
Uh huh. [ she breathes it and then his mouth is on hers, warm and solid, and the amusement from him threads across the connection again to meet her own emotions, curiosity and interest. she's not worried enough for it to be apparent, not concerned enough for it to be obvious. right now, she's just... trying to enjoy herself, and who wouldn't enjoy a kiss from a tall, dark and handsome? none of it stops her from kissing him back, sliding one pale hand up his chest, over the unbuttoned portion of his shirt, to cup along the side of his face. ]
[ that's a lot of touching and he wholeheartedly approves of it, all of this making the bond way stronger now than what it was the previous times. he can definitely feel the ease which she has about this whole business and it relaxes him into it too. not to mention her apparent attraction and interest in him, both which are major turn-ons for him. she's hot and perfectly daring for his tastes. things couldn't be better.
there's no wariness on his part anymore, opening up is easier for him than one might first think. in fact he's quite the simple pirate beneath all the complicated lies and backstabbing, always wearing his heart on his sleeve. maybe even in the literal sense, considering the name tattooed on his wrist.
but that name couldn't be further in the back of his mind right now. this is a distraction, all pleasant fun and adventure. she can tell how passionately he's throwing himself into this experiment as he kisses her back hard. his hand snakes around her waist and he begins pushing her backwards toward the bedroom. he's careful not to scrape her with the hook, but it's there if she wants it. ]
[ it helps that she knows what to expect this time — well, sort of. she’s more prepared to not just feel him but feel him, but it helps that right now, what she’s feeling seems to be mutual, amplified right back at her in its reflection. if anything, it feels like she’s caught in a feedback loop, her need and her want feeding off of what he’s giving her, making her kiss him a little harder.
she won’t pretend she doesn’t need this, that some of it isn’t her way of needing to just move on already. mostly, she thinks she has, but using this to get her ex more fully out of her system is something she can get behind.
she likes that he meets her in it, harder, deeper, and she’s gripping onto him more now, fingers sliding up across the back of his head where his hair used to be. remember what she said about not paying attention to the house? it’s a good thing he knows where they’re going, although she does laugh low against his mouth as he steers her backward, shuffling along with him since she can’t see where she’s headed. she’s willing to venture a guess that he’s taking her to one room in particular, though. ]
[ judging by the first moments, this experiment is going great. more than great, actually. she's clinging to him and returning his want and he knows for sure that none of it is play or exaggeration. the magical affirmation of her attraction to him on top of her concrete actions feels amazing - even if he didn't have any doubts in the first place. it's mostly the blue glow that feels strange at this point.
his lips curl into a smile against her mouth as she laughs. it's cute and he wants to hear more of it. once they've clumsily made their way into the bedroom he kicks the door closed with his foot, still steering her forward and over to the bed, where he pauses the kiss to push her down on it. the blue glow instantly disappears. he uses the moment to shrug off his jacket before he climbs on top of her and reconnects their bond with another kiss. his craving for her more can be felt stronger than before. ]
[ the blue glowing is definitely weird, but... also kind of cool? then again, he's literally hooking up with the equivalent of a human disco ball given all the sequins she's a fan of wearing, so of course she's going to get a little kick out of having the equivalent of a nightlight in her chest. whatever it is seems to be connected to the emotional bond, which also gets triggered every time they touch. when she flops back onto the bed and breaks contact with him, it's still light enough in here for her to see him by without needing that bonus glow at all.
the fact that he's working to shed clothes is very helpful. her head lolls against the mattress and she watches him ditch that layer with an unbridled grin before he comes down to her again, and this time she welcomes him between the part of her thighs, the hem of her dress rucking up more once his hips settle into hers. ] Be honest: we're totally about to do this in somebody else's house right now, aren't we?
[ which really, just adds to the thrill of it for her, something he'll feel so she doesn't even have to say it out loud. ]
I thought I said it's my house. [ he lets out a breathless laugh. finders keepers. but he felt that, so he's not going to argue.
very glad to be back in contact with her, he rolls his hips against hers, helping that dress to ruck up just a little higher. the taste of her lipstick remains on his lips even when he isn't kissing her and he takes it as a good sign. ]
--I want to see it, up close. [ he suddenly says, just inches away from kissing her again. it looks like he has to fight the will to cover her mouth with his own when he speaks. ] The glow. As a part of the experiment. [ he adds, smiling playfully, glancing from her eyes to her chest. it's not like she didn't give him a good look the last time, but he needs to see it again. for reasons. ] May I?
Kinda convenient, huh? [ like she's never made herself comfy somewhere that wasn't technically her property before.
but he distracts her from that thought very successfully when he notches his hips into hers and rolls once, eliciting a gasp now that they're blatantly aligned. he looks good up over her like this, mouth more reddened from her own lipstick now, something that could be described as a roguish glint in his eye.
he looks really good, actually. ]
Well, since you asked. [ it does mean something to her, honestly, that he has, that he isn't just tugging whatever out of the way first. she's not used to that and the pleased surprise that briefly bleeds through the bond at his manners is punctuated when she leans up to skim her mouth against his, fingers dropping to unbutton her jacket to reveal the dress she's wearing underneath. ]
[ he tries to be charming every now and then. a gentleman. the word means many things and not always the same, but it's always convenient for him.
her obvious pleasure at his words does make him smile. it's so honest and pure that for a moment it feels like he's learned something about her. something about her true self. it's a strange thought, one he'd rather ignore for now, so he quickly fixes his eyes down at her fingers working on the buttons of her jacket. ]
More of these shiny things? [ he asks, kind of bewildered and also amused. the women in his own world never dressed like this, even though some of them wore very peculiar fashions. the style does suit her, however. the blue from his own chest reflects back to him from the tiny sequins, coloring his face with a blue tone, but it can't hide the faint blush on his cheeks as he watches her.
slowly, he brings his hook up to her chest, carefully slipping the tip of it under the neckline of the dress, so he can slip it a little lower. the metal must feel cold on her skin, he knows. ]
What can I say? You’ll never lose me in a crowd. [ that and she’s a magpie by nature, attracted to sparkly things, the louder the better. but red and black is kind of the color scheme she’s been thinking of going back to, anyway. reclaiming, now that her faded pink and blue hair is all shaved off anyway.
still, he doesn’t seem to be complaining about her fashion choices; she feels that note of amusement even in his confusion and it prompts another low laugh from her as she wrests her shoulders, frees her arms from the sleeves and then reclines back against the jacket spread beneath her.
and then the metal of his hook snags beneath the fabric and she goes very, very still, almost holding her breath as that sharp edge comes close to her skin; she gets the cool, rounded curve of it instead, the sensation prompting a light shudder. he’ll really feel it then, arousal burning across the bond. she might not be in any danger but even doing something that could tread that line, flirting with the possibility, is turning her on big time.
mostly, she watches him looking at her, studies his features and how intently he’s committed to this whole experiment thing. but the joke still leaves her breathlessly. ] Just... all in the name of science, right?
[ he's speaking very softly now, careful not to let anything ruin the tension in the air, but he has to take a moment to breathe, the sharp hook hovering over her skin, when he notices it, the strong feeling radiating from her. it's nearly tangible and so perfectly amazing that she's about to feel something too, pressing against her thigh. his other eyebrow arches at her in a silent comment.
science indeed.
the hook pulls at the fabric, slowly revealing more of her skin and the bright blue glow underneath it. he stares at it hard, but it's not exactly curiosity that's he's feeling anymore. it's both excitement and pleasure that she's letting him do this to her and seeing the effects it had on her. she's a wild one, isn't she? his attention is starting to drift from the glow to her curves revealed from under the dress. without another words he leans down to press his lips on her chest, the cold hook still between them. ]
[ it's a moment she almost wants to ruin just by grabbing his face and kissing the crap out of him, but the tension feels so perfect, so razor-thin, like a wire that's bound to snap at any second, that she can't bring herself to do anything to break it yet. she's just basking in it instead, breath quickening more as his hook snags, pulls, bares more of her in turn.
that murmured assurance from him, and the fact that she can feel some pretty hard evidence nudging against the inside of her thigh, helps too.
her skin's cooler to the touch, just a consequence of bathing in chemicals at one point in her life; it's why she's so pale too without the need for any makeup to render her lighter. sometimes her nerve endings don't let her feel everything along the lines of a lighter touch either but she can feel this, him dropping his lips to her. her impatience bubbles up for a second and she hastily slips her arms free of the thin straps, lets the hook take her dress down to her stomach so he can enjoy anything he wants from there. ] Feel free to do more than look, Captain.
[ her complexion does make him wonder, clearly it's not make-up, but there's weird light coming out of the both of their chests, so it's really nothing to stop and worry about. there's also the tattoos, but they just add to her curious charm. she makes him think of wonderland, for some reason. ]
As you wish. [ it's barely a whisper at this point, and he ducks his head down to continue what he was doing before she felt the need to wiggle out of her dress. he's more than happy to oblige and with her blessing he begins pressing light kisses on the area between her breasts. the bond between the two of them is burning hot at this point.
with the fabric is out of the way he replaces the hook with his actual hand, cupping her other breast with more care and attention than the metal substitute could ever provide. she feels so soft and perfect in his hand that a breathy sigh escapes from his lips between the kisses. he leans in to catch her nipple in his mouth, making sure to throw her a bold look underneath his dark eyelashes. he can feel how much she wants this, but he also wants to hear it. he continues to kiss, suck and caress her as he slowly moves to lower himself down her body. the dress is going to get in the way again, isn't it? ]
[ she's a strange dichotomy, maybe, almost a little too pale with all those splashes of color inked across her body, chest and arms and thighs and places on her back he can't see from this position.
but she flushes beneath him too, the continued press of their bodies, not to mention what he's doing with his mouth, making her skin pinken subtly, something easily missed in the blue light washing over both of them, that steady cooler tint. when she cranes her neck to watch him make his way down her body, the view of him looking up at her as he cups one breast in his warm hand and wraps his lips around the other eager peak of her nipple makes her arch back with another incredulous laugh, her thighs squeezing a little at his body on sheer reflex. ]
Oh, that's good, there — [ and to think they could've been getting up to this back up on the moon for a while now. because she has to wonder if this is going to be a one-and-done thing, just for the experiment of it, or if she can count on him for a regular type of fun. she wouldn't say no, not if he's as good with everything else as he is with his mouth. ]
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presenting: The Hook
or at least she’s ready to be a little less terrible.
but, as her blatant fondling of his hook proves, she’s not above some behavior. ]
Not so much. [ she laughs, shaking her head slowly, and lets her fingers follow the shape of the metal, curved and smooth. ] So really, you might be representin’ all sorts of firsts for me. That’s a big deal.
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Aye. It's going to be rather special, isn't it? I'm honored. [ the words are supposed to express his gratitude and appreciation, but he has a way of making them sound like her choice in him was obvious. he's simply so full of himself. his eyes follow her fingers slowly trailing the metal, hypnotized. ]
None? [ ah, that can't be right. he's going to be so disappointed if this set up doesn't play out like he's hoping it will. ] I'm told I was known across several worlds by my more colorful moniker, given to me for the sake of the weapon you're now holding in your hand. I wonder if that name was also known in Gotham? [ he finally looks up from her fingers to her eyes, trying to catch the possible moment she might recognize his identity. he's a proper drama queen, it's true. ]
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getting rid of him on her is really just the start. but finding a handsome distraction is gonna go a long way in helping her move past her ex altogether.
her brow furrows in mild confusion, even as she uses the tether of his hook to pull herself closer to him. ] Okay, so. You’re a pirate captain. With a ship. And a crew. Only your ship’s not here. And you have a...
[ there it is. the moment when realization dawns and she looks at him with a more incredulous smile, laughing once and then shaking her head in almost disbelief. ] Wait, wait, wait. You’re tellin’ me you’re... the Captain Hook? [ oh, that is rich, but all she can do is chuckle. ] No offense, but you’re way better-lookin’ than that story ever gave ya credit for.
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[ he carefully watches the realization dawn on her, enjoying every second of this. true, it's ridiculous to know that people wrote children's stories about you, but he's damn well going to use it to his own advantage as much as he can. fame is always impressive, right? ]
I was also told that. [ he smiles, the lie slipping past his lips as easily as any other. well, it's more like an exaggeration. emma did tell him that the fairy tale version of him was somewhat hideous. rude, honestly. ] So you have heard of me. How splendid. Glad to make your acquaintance, Harley Quinn, now that we're properly introduced.
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and maybe she knows a thing or two about being famous. or infamous. still, it’s different than meeting someone who, up until recently, she only knew of from a freaking fairy tale. so this is new and different. kind of what she already expected from him going into this, but also somehow more? who knew. ]
Well, I’m only a little familiar with the story. [ but enough to know the name anyway. and she smiles when he does. ] Seems like we’re on the right track to really gettin’ to know each other.
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Truly. We both have plenty of stories to share, lass. [ yep, he sure loves talking about himself. and he still wants to know about gotham and/or brooklyn. is that where jason also originates from? ] Should we head inside? I feel like I must warn you, the man who left the house behind didn't have much of an eye for decoration. [ unlike the both of them who are absolutely killing it with their cool fashion. the way he says "left it behind" sounds like the guy just handed the keys over to hook rather than him breaking in through the window, which is still broken, by the way. ]
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but she peers up at the place with a squint, trying to get a sense of what it’ll look like inside. doesn’t really matter if it’s his or if he’s squatting, honestly. it’s not like she hasn’t ever done that. she probably will resort to that if she can’t find some poor sucker to let her move in. ]
What, ladies first? [ she winks at him and steps forward, but she’s more than happy to let him display a little chivalry in opening that door for her first. ] Don’t worry. I won’t be payin’ much attention to the scenery.
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well, maybe not. but he makes a show of it anyway, closing the door after himself only after she's slipped past him into the house. the moment also provides him with a good view of her behind, a long look he doesn't even try to hide. ]
Oh, I'm not worried. I was promised a list of my good qualities, remember? [ he remembers. he strolls after her inside the house, digging a small flask out of his pocket while she gets settled in. he wiggles the bottle at her. ] Care for a drink? [ ladies first. ]
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Oh, that right? Well, first things — [ she hears the slosh of liquid in the flask and her eyes light up, lips pressed together as she nods hurriedly. ]
Always. [ no hesitation about taking a swig of it either, even a second before she passes it back to him — and there’s a slight brush of fingers when she does, enough to maybe even briefly trigger that empathy bond again and make her draw in a subtle breath. ]
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You did that on purpose. [ he remarks, blinking slowly as he recovers from the quick whiplash of emotions. it was obvious from the start that she wouldn't use caution when it came down to this. perhaps that would make her the wrong choice for some, but there's no blame in his voice. the bond was more pleasant this time around and she could certainly feel his eager anticipation bubbling underneath the surface.
he takes a swig to drown what little sense keeps telling him this might have been a bad idea. ]
First things? [ he reminds her as he looks to her from the corner of his eye, using the hook to pull her closer to himself by her wrist. don't get distracted now. ]
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she watches him drink, pressing her lips together (bright red this time, since she’d found a shade of lipstick she likes) before her tongue sweeps between them. ]
What, you think I came over here just for talkin’? [ she swivels in towards him, letting herself be pulled, but stops short of letting their bodies touch, even though they both have a few layers to go before it’s skin against skin. the second she kisses him, though, it won’t matter. ] Or should we skip right ahead to the main attraction?
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Well, I do prefer being complimented first, but in your case I could consider making an exception. [ he teases her, laughing and briefly glancing up at the ceiling like he really had to give it some thought. the truth is he's just as eager to try it as she is.
when his eyes return on her, they focus on her lips. his hook slides down her arm, the metal making a quiet rustling noise against the colorful sequins. ] Push me away if it's too much. [ that's all the warning she's going to get before he leans into a kiss, both amused and charmed by her impatience, but also curious of what's going to happen. ]
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but beyond the attraction, the fascination, whatever it is (probably both and then some), she's realizing she feels something of an affinity with him. a likeness. like she doesn't have to worry about being completely good and he won't judge her for it. regardless, it might explain why she doesn't have many reservations about doing this. the rest is just her tendency to jump in without considering any consequences. ]
Uh huh. [ she breathes it and then his mouth is on hers, warm and solid, and the amusement from him threads across the connection again to meet her own emotions, curiosity and interest. she's not worried enough for it to be apparent, not concerned enough for it to be obvious. right now, she's just... trying to enjoy herself, and who wouldn't enjoy a kiss from a tall, dark and handsome? none of it stops her from kissing him back, sliding one pale hand up his chest, over the unbuttoned portion of his shirt, to cup along the side of his face. ]
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there's no wariness on his part anymore, opening up is easier for him than one might first think. in fact he's quite the simple pirate beneath all the complicated lies and backstabbing, always wearing his heart on his sleeve. maybe even in the literal sense, considering the name tattooed on his wrist.
but that name couldn't be further in the back of his mind right now. this is a distraction, all pleasant fun and adventure. she can tell how passionately he's throwing himself into this experiment as he kisses her back hard. his hand snakes around her waist and he begins pushing her backwards toward the bedroom. he's careful not to scrape her with the hook, but it's there if she wants it. ]
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she won’t pretend she doesn’t need this, that some of it isn’t her way of needing to just move on already. mostly, she thinks she has, but using this to get her ex more fully out of her system is something she can get behind.
she likes that he meets her in it, harder, deeper, and she’s gripping onto him more now, fingers sliding up across the back of his head where his hair used to be. remember what she said about not paying attention to the house? it’s a good thing he knows where they’re going, although she does laugh low against his mouth as he steers her backward, shuffling along with him since she can’t see where she’s headed. she’s willing to venture a guess that he’s taking her to one room in particular, though. ]
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his lips curl into a smile against her mouth as she laughs. it's cute and he wants to hear more of it. once they've clumsily made their way into the bedroom he kicks the door closed with his foot, still steering her forward and over to the bed, where he pauses the kiss to push her down on it. the blue glow instantly disappears. he uses the moment to shrug off his jacket before he climbs on top of her and reconnects their bond with another kiss. his craving for her more can be felt stronger than before. ]
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the fact that he's working to shed clothes is very helpful. her head lolls against the mattress and she watches him ditch that layer with an unbridled grin before he comes down to her again, and this time she welcomes him between the part of her thighs, the hem of her dress rucking up more once his hips settle into hers. ] Be honest: we're totally about to do this in somebody else's house right now, aren't we?
[ which really, just adds to the thrill of it for her, something he'll feel so she doesn't even have to say it out loud. ]
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very glad to be back in contact with her, he rolls his hips against hers, helping that dress to ruck up just a little higher. the taste of her lipstick remains on his lips even when he isn't kissing her and he takes it as a good sign. ]
--I want to see it, up close. [ he suddenly says, just inches away from kissing her again. it looks like he has to fight the will to cover her mouth with his own when he speaks. ] The glow. As a part of the experiment. [ he adds, smiling playfully, glancing from her eyes to her chest. it's not like she didn't give him a good look the last time, but he needs to see it again. for reasons. ] May I?
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but he distracts her from that thought very successfully when he notches his hips into hers and rolls once, eliciting a gasp now that they're blatantly aligned. he looks good up over her like this, mouth more reddened from her own lipstick now, something that could be described as a roguish glint in his eye.
he looks really good, actually. ]
Well, since you asked. [ it does mean something to her, honestly, that he has, that he isn't just tugging whatever out of the way first. she's not used to that and the pleased surprise that briefly bleeds through the bond at his manners is punctuated when she leans up to skim her mouth against his, fingers dropping to unbutton her jacket to reveal the dress she's wearing underneath. ]
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her obvious pleasure at his words does make him smile. it's so honest and pure that for a moment it feels like he's learned something about her. something about her true self. it's a strange thought, one he'd rather ignore for now, so he quickly fixes his eyes down at her fingers working on the buttons of her jacket. ]
More of these shiny things? [ he asks, kind of bewildered and also amused. the women in his own world never dressed like this, even though some of them wore very peculiar fashions. the style does suit her, however. the blue from his own chest reflects back to him from the tiny sequins, coloring his face with a blue tone, but it can't hide the faint blush on his cheeks as he watches her.
slowly, he brings his hook up to her chest, carefully slipping the tip of it under the neckline of the dress, so he can slip it a little lower. the metal must feel cold on her skin, he knows. ]
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still, he doesn’t seem to be complaining about her fashion choices; she feels that note of amusement even in his confusion and it prompts another low laugh from her as she wrests her shoulders, frees her arms from the sleeves and then reclines back against the jacket spread beneath her.
and then the metal of his hook snags beneath the fabric and she goes very, very still, almost holding her breath as that sharp edge comes close to her skin; she gets the cool, rounded curve of it instead, the sensation prompting a light shudder. he’ll really feel it then, arousal burning across the bond. she might not be in any danger but even doing something that could tread that line, flirting with the possibility, is turning her on big time.
mostly, she watches him looking at her, studies his features and how intently he’s committed to this whole experiment thing. but the joke still leaves her breathlessly. ] Just... all in the name of science, right?
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[ he's speaking very softly now, careful not to let anything ruin the tension in the air, but he has to take a moment to breathe, the sharp hook hovering over her skin, when he notices it, the strong feeling radiating from her. it's nearly tangible and so perfectly amazing that she's about to feel something too, pressing against her thigh. his other eyebrow arches at her in a silent comment.
science indeed.
the hook pulls at the fabric, slowly revealing more of her skin and the bright blue glow underneath it. he stares at it hard, but it's not exactly curiosity that's he's feeling anymore. it's both excitement and pleasure that she's letting him do this to her and seeing the effects it had on her. she's a wild one, isn't she? his attention is starting to drift from the glow to her curves revealed from under the dress. without another words he leans down to press his lips on her chest, the cold hook still between them. ]
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that murmured assurance from him, and the fact that she can feel some pretty hard evidence nudging against the inside of her thigh, helps too.
her skin's cooler to the touch, just a consequence of bathing in chemicals at one point in her life; it's why she's so pale too without the need for any makeup to render her lighter. sometimes her nerve endings don't let her feel everything along the lines of a lighter touch either but she can feel this, him dropping his lips to her. her impatience bubbles up for a second and she hastily slips her arms free of the thin straps, lets the hook take her dress down to her stomach so he can enjoy anything he wants from there. ] Feel free to do more than look, Captain.
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As you wish. [ it's barely a whisper at this point, and he ducks his head down to continue what he was doing before she felt the need to wiggle out of her dress. he's more than happy to oblige and with her blessing he begins pressing light kisses on the area between her breasts. the bond between the two of them is burning hot at this point.
with the fabric is out of the way he replaces the hook with his actual hand, cupping her other breast with more care and attention than the metal substitute could ever provide. she feels so soft and perfect in his hand that a breathy sigh escapes from his lips between the kisses. he leans in to catch her nipple in his mouth, making sure to throw her a bold look underneath his dark eyelashes. he can feel how much she wants this, but he also wants to hear it. he continues to kiss, suck and caress her as he slowly moves to lower himself down her body. the dress is going to get in the way again, isn't it? ]
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but she flushes beneath him too, the continued press of their bodies, not to mention what he's doing with his mouth, making her skin pinken subtly, something easily missed in the blue light washing over both of them, that steady cooler tint. when she cranes her neck to watch him make his way down her body, the view of him looking up at her as he cups one breast in his warm hand and wraps his lips around the other eager peak of her nipple makes her arch back with another incredulous laugh, her thighs squeezing a little at his body on sheer reflex. ]
Oh, that's good, there — [ and to think they could've been getting up to this back up on the moon for a while now. because she has to wonder if this is going to be a one-and-done thing, just for the experiment of it, or if she can count on him for a regular type of fun. she wouldn't say no, not if he's as good with everything else as he is with his mouth. ]
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