[ Beleth steps into the room, glancing around with a raised eyebrow. She doesn't seem to disapprove of the changes, but they certainly make it a...unique room. She's still looking around with a curious expression, as she takes the door and firmly shuts it. The next part would be the hardest, and Beleth has learned that when she's teetering on something, the best thing to do is just leap and hope that the landing is survivable.
So she stops dancing around the subject at hand, and grabs Twisted Fate by the lapels, and pulls him to her. It is markedly easier to do this when the man in question is actually your height. Stupid tall humans. Her kiss has no gentleness to it, all hardness and hunger. She pulls away (or more accurately, pushes Twisted Fate away) for a moment, to glare at him, all saccharine sweetness gone. ]
You're a damned ass, just so you know.
[ It's with those sweet nothings whispered in his ear that she kisses him again, hands moving to grip his shoulders. Although, Twisted Fate can tell that she's careful to not be actually forceful--her grip isn't gentle but it'd be easier to disentangle himself, if he felt so inclined. ]
[The forced pleasantries and flirting was all rather entertaining, but having Beleth here and now pull him into such a fierce kiss gives him pause. Oh, he is very curious about it; there is a certain passion to it, and something he can understand.
For in as much as she frustrates him, it is impossible to not respect and admire her skills, and she is lovely in her own way.
At the remark about him, he just gives her a shit-eating grin before they're kissing again. No, he doesn't push her away, and instead he reaches for her waist, pulling her near as he nips her lower lip.
[ Well, who would have known. It worked, hard part over. At least, all the second guessing and risk seems to be over. He's actually willing to kiss her. The grin he gives her gets a disgruntled look for the half second before they're kissing again, and when Twisted Fate nips at her lip, she makes a sound that is not nearly as disgruntled as she'd prefer.
Hands tightening their grip on his shoulders, she moves to push him against the wall--Pausing for just a moment to make sure she isn't shoving him into some mask or pointy decoration or something else weird because what the fuck Fate why is your room so weird??? ]
[The more aggressive approach that Beleth takes to this is interesting. Briefly, he wonders if she's like this with all of her partners, and he thinks he might just have to ask later.
For now, he's letting her, his back shoved against a wall. He chuckles and tilts his head, pressing deeply as he can into the kiss as his hand wanders up her back.]
[ With his back pressing into the wall, Beleth's hands move from his shoulders, trailing down his chest slowly, taking the time to feel the curves of his body. It was alright to enjoy this, wasn't it? Even if it was for an ulterior motive. Enjoying it just made it more authentic, surely. Definitely.
Meanwhile, his chuckle earns him a little huff, and she pulls away just enough to make vague grumbling noises, before pressing her lips to his neck. Her fingers are, meanwhile, busy trying to figure out the mystery of shemlen clothes. In other words, attempting to unbutton Fate's vest. Most of her caution is because she's not sure how delicate all these fancy clothes are, and she doesn't want to go about accidentally pulling buttons from them.
If just so that this lasts long enough for Fate to see her ingenious plot. ]
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So she stops dancing around the subject at hand, and grabs Twisted Fate by the lapels, and pulls him to her. It is markedly easier to do this when the man in question is actually your height. Stupid tall humans. Her kiss has no gentleness to it, all hardness and hunger. She pulls away (or more accurately, pushes Twisted Fate away) for a moment, to glare at him, all saccharine sweetness gone. ]
You're a damned ass, just so you know.
[ It's with those sweet nothings whispered in his ear that she kisses him again, hands moving to grip his shoulders. Although, Twisted Fate can tell that she's careful to not be actually forceful--her grip isn't gentle but it'd be easier to disentangle himself, if he felt so inclined. ]
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For in as much as she frustrates him, it is impossible to not respect and admire her skills, and she is lovely in her own way.
At the remark about him, he just gives her a shit-eating grin before they're kissing again. No, he doesn't push her away, and instead he reaches for her waist, pulling her near as he nips her lower lip.
No, he will encourage this.]
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Hands tightening their grip on his shoulders, she moves to push him against the wall--Pausing for just a moment to make sure she isn't shoving him into some mask or pointy decoration or something else weird because what the fuck Fate why is your room so weird??? ]
it's been 84 years
For now, he's letting her, his back shoved against a wall. He chuckles and tilts his head, pressing deeply as he can into the kiss as his hand wanders up her back.]
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Meanwhile, his chuckle earns him a little huff, and she pulls away just enough to make vague grumbling noises, before pressing her lips to his neck. Her fingers are, meanwhile, busy trying to figure out the mystery of shemlen clothes. In other words, attempting to unbutton Fate's vest. Most of her caution is because she's not sure how delicate all these fancy clothes are, and she doesn't want to go about accidentally pulling buttons from them.
If just so that this lasts long enough for Fate to see her ingenious plot. ]