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[outofoffice]

Who: sensitIV + friends + enemies
Where: sensitIV
When: Day 447, post-game

[ what the fuck. ]

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[at_heart]

[ Laughter, warm and low. Lupine will close the door behind her. There're multiple shower stalls in here, but not a tub, and it's very clearly utilitarian, however nice in its construction. ] [ He grins at her, bright. ]

Do you wanna get a drink now, or after we've rinsed off, or — during?

[sangreine]

I have to choose?

[ She tugs her corset laces open and starts working them loose. ] Shirt off, at least. I don't want any more whining about smells when we get back.

[ He'd best be quick about it, since as soon as her laces have enough give to get the front busk of her corset open she unfastens and removes it entirely, then approaches him with her flaring eyes locked on his neck. Now, it is. (And later, perhaps, but before all the flowery scents happen.) ]

[at_heart]

[ His eyes brighten in response, but he's quick to shed his own top; working on the front of his pants, when she starts eyeing his neck. ]

Good enough?

[sangreine]

For now. [ She's not even entirely sure that she spoke aloud, since she's focused with pinpoint acuity on his pulse fluttering beneath his skin. Her glowing red eyes flick up just enough to ensure she's got permission (and that's a near thing) before she approaches and -- grabs him. Thank goodness they know each other enough for her to presume he's okay with it. ]

[ One hand has an iron grip on his bicep, the other twists in a handful of hair and yanks his head back. She'd normally tease him a bit, but not just now. The best she can do is dragging her fangs down his neck, scoring twin dropping lines of red which she laps up with a shiver. (Venti can heal him up when they get back, or someone at sIV can, not that she's so concerned about that at the moment.) ]

[at_heart]

[ Oh, but that's so what he was aiming for, and the way she pulls his hair — well. Lupine hisses, but when he catches her shoulder, it's very much just to... hold her in place.

Yeah, you've — you've got permission, fuck. ]

[sangreine]

[ She actually moans as more of his blood drizzles into her mouth, and the lines she's cutting into his neck widen as her fangs push in further -- not too far, and she catches herself there, just barely. ]

[ Ending up down at his collarbone, she's done waiting and just bites down hard, impulsive and rough in a way she's typically not. Is careful to avoid. She growls as she drinks from him, too greedy to care just yet about how much she's taking. ]

[at_heart]

[ Overflow! ]