[ He's a lot bolder now. It makes sense; they hadn't really solidified any kind of relationship, just teased at it. Pushed and pulled. With this agreement between them now, she's starting to see just how passionate Rafayel is when his own capricious and teasing words aren't holding him back.
And she's delighted by it, the way it feels to have his hand make the journey from her neck to the small of her back, pulling her against him to the point where there's no room to allow any kind of gap. Bianca likes being able to learn him in different ways. How he tastes. How his mouth fits against hers. The shape of him pressed against her, which is definitely demanding more of her attention. ]
You're promising me a surprise scoop? You really know just what to say to a reporter, don't you? We're more about the unexpected, you know.
[ She's aware he means bed. Or at the very least, he could mean something else and she'd still be entirely up for it. ]
So why don't we see just where you'll be taking me, Rafayel?
Wow, so it's true that women just have one thing on their minds. [ scoops, that is.
but, he doesn't seem to mind if she mistakes it for literally anything else. no, maybe that would have just sped along the process. his words come out a bit breathier than he intends, still recovering from the way their lips came together, and the innate emptiness he feels when they're temporarily pulled apart. even if by mere inches.
as an artist he would always project the belief that all pieces of art are open to ones interpretation. but, he also has an appreciation from the way their bodies come together in a way that doesn't leave a whole lot to his imagination. he can feel the curve of back, almost as if he internally measures the distance from where his hand currently stands to where it gradually ends up; somewhere between her hip and thigh. ]
You say I know what to say, but I'd argue you have no trouble at all adding fuel to my fire. [ or so he says, but with his hand on her leg, he drops both hands, his only clumsy attempt at lifting her up. ] I thought normally people tried not to be burned. [ a pause. ]
[ Conversationally, like she's absolutely unaffected by how breathily his voice emerges (which is a lie, that is one of the hottest tones she's ever heard and she doesn't think she's being entirely biased here).
But he lifts her up and she goes willingly, arms fully wrapped around his neck. ]
But I'm not normal people, am I? And if you're the kidnapper...
What can I say? You'd better not give me back for any amount of ransom.
[ the only solace here is that it isn't in his home where tripping hazards littered across his floor in the form of paints, paintbrushes, and other art supplies. hence, he remains firmly on his feet, even when she responds back with words that basically choke him up. while he's been playing it cool (debatable), it's hard for him to keep it up when she says cute things like that.
securing her in his arms, he pulls her closer to his chest. ] Lucky for you, my prices are pretty high. Besides, the hostage I've taken isn't an easy one to nab. [ not this becoming roleplaying...
that said, he is taking her to the bedroom. but instead of placing her down on the bed, he leans her up against the dresser. it's closer. less margin for error. ] Now that I've taken you to my hideout...
[ I can't believe they're doing this. Except I can. And Bianca is absolutely here for it, grinning playfully as she's moved against the dresser instead of the bed. Not that she's an easy hostage, of course not. She's got some time to distract herself with kissing along his jawline, light and teasing and warm.
She doesn't think Rafayel could ever be boring, even if he tried. ]
[ he'd argue that this is a rather unorthodox relationship between a kidnapper and the kidnapped. some may even consider it problematic in how she lays kisses on the side of his face, or the way she looks at him, her expression light and playful. but, in spite of his internal arguments in which he dissects her performance, he wears his fond feelings quite clearly on his own face.
when he feels her light kisses on his jaw, he barely holds back from kissing her again. instead, he says quietly. ] Normally, I would tie you up so I can keep an eye on you, but... [ he looks down, and realizes he's not wearing a tie. this is so sad, and she can probably see the wheels turning in his head. ]
You seem behaved enough that I only have to do this... [ he goes in for another kiss, his teeth lightly grazing her lower lip. ] To keep your lips sealed. [ he doesn't say it as to not fall out of "character," but it's clear he also wants to touch her more. ]
[ crying.... and then no one actually felt sorry for him. ]
What? After I kidnapped you, you think I would worry about being recorded? Hey, I might actually like it. You know, as long as you don't take a step out from this bedroom, then it's just mine to listen to.
[ his lips hastily slides off from hers, his tongue moistening his lips before he places them against the nape of her neck.
his teeth lightly graze against her skin, sucking gently, just enough to leave a mark. before he pulls back, his eyes focusing back on her with a smile. ] Besides, it's not too late to search you now. [ his lips move down to her collar bone, then her chest. ]
he watches her movements. there's definitely a touch of humor behind his eyes, and it's impossible not to find the way she wriggles around adorable in its own right. that is, if he didn't already find her so endearing as she was. ] Those movements... I see you have learned them from the very best. I've heard eels were incredibly strict teachers. [ the worms of the ocean...
he pretends to be at a loss, a certain level of dramaticism behind his words. ]
Wow, it looks like I really can't get past your defenses. Maybe this means this is your chance to finally escape. [ he whispers close to her ear, the fact stands though that his hands are still holding her around the waist. he does wonder if she genuinely planned to overpower him? ]
[ What a blessing that no one else is actually here to witness this increasingly theatrical show that started off with Rafayel coming over with dinner. Dinner and a show and a seduction, maybe?
Bianca can't help but consider herself pretty lucky about all of that, even as she lifts an eyebrow, hands slipping beneath his shirt to rest against the taut skin of his stomach. ]
Or maybe it's your chance to take me to bed before I have to drag you there myself. I could always tie you up, you know.
[ while most would end it at a confession and a nice, (debatably) romantic dinner... they aren't most people, apparently. though, at her words, he does give a slight chuckle, as if finding the idea funny. ]
Oh yeah? What are you going to tie me up with? [ he looks to the side of them, his eyes peering over the desk, before they sweep back towards her. his eyes once more focusing on her lips. once again, he touches her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. ] You must really want to have your way with me. Is this revenge for kidnapping you, or something else? [ he says, his voice barely a whisper. ]
Oh, I've got a few belts, some thicker ribbons, sashes... a girl can get creative.
[ Bianca says this so airily, pausing in her explanation to lightly kiss his thumb. He's certainly invited it, if he protests, though she doubts he will. Not at this point. ]
And that, good sir, is the question, isn't it? If it's not revenge, if it's something else... what do you think it could possibly be?
[ well, he can't deny creativity. it'd be unbecoming of an artist to discount such a concept. even if technically he's supposed to be playing the role of a kidnapper with... sordid intentions?
when she kisses his thumb, he instantly feels the heat rising to his cheeks and ears again. but, he clears his throat. moving his thumb just slightly as his pointer comes to give the side of her mouth a small tug. ]
Hmmm.... [ he pretends to ponder on it, even if his own fake conclusion is obvious. ] Could it be that you fell in love with me at first sight?
[ With a loudly theatrical sigh, parting her lips as though she could accidentally let his finger slip into her mouth, graze it with her teeth-- ]
I admit, I don't usually have a kidnapper who's so... hands-on. They're usually a little rougher, you know? Maybe you're the one who fell in love, actually?
he finger does just barely touch her teeth, and the sudden feeling makes him all the more conscious of how close she is. if this was her objective than she definitely did a good job of it. ] How can I be rough if I don't at least have my hands on you?
[ tapping his finger on her lips. ] Couldn't we have both fell for each other? Or are you tired of a kidnapper who isn't more rough on you? ... you're not going to see other kidnappers, are you?
[ good, because he'd be jealous even if it's for play. ]
Oh? So you're begging to be kept here by me, huh?
[ gradually, he draws his hand back around her, just to gently encircle her waist against. he leans down, resting his chin on her shoulder as he speaks. if this were an actual kidnapping, he'd definitely be displaying way too many vulnerabilities here... but, since it's not actually. maybe it works? ]
Sure. [ his voice is soft, and clearly full of more affection than he'd care to hide. ] I'm a kind little fishie, not a dragon. If I steal away the princess, I plan to treat her so well she'll be begging to stay here with me.
[ It was definitely worth all the work it had taken to get him to the point. Affectionate, both physically and emotionally. Bianca's fond smile will go unseen, but she lightly plays with his hair. ]
You sure are fond of begging, aren't you? But sure, I think I could give you my best Puppy Dog Eyes to get you to keep me for a good long while.
[ he gives a small, sort of subdued chuckle at her quip back. ] Really? If it's your best, I might have to throw in the towel.
[ whether she knew it or not, she did have that sort of influence over him. even now, he still feels his own erratic heartbeat, and he feels himself melt over each and every single touch. he's drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and even the prospect of being burned doesn't seem to deter him.
her fingers brushing against his hair feels soothing, and yet at the same time, he finds desiring more. ] Keep touching me. [ it's not much of a command as much as it's a plea. who really is the one begging here... ]
[ Bianca snorts out a laugh. He's kind of demanding, isn't he? But it also makes her want to spoil him, juuuuuust a little. Maybe more than just a little.
Of course, it doesn't mean she isn't going to be cheeky about it. ]
I can do that, I guess. But where would you like me to touch you? I'm not a mind reader.
[ at her words, he feigns a certain astonishment. his acting probably leaves a lot to desire, but he guesses it didnβt have to be convincing when itβs only for an audience of two— themselves. ] You really donβt know?
Iβm kinda hurt now. I always thought you knew what I liked. [ yet, contrary to his words, heβs already leading her hands to his shoulders. then slowly sliding them to his chest. ] How about you start here?
Really? Here, I thought I made it clear that I liked whatever you did. [ even if this whole conversation sparked from his perception that she needed to eat better, arguably more nutritious meals. but, that had less to do with preference than it was his own way of taking care of her, maybe.
but, that was also probably beside the point.
when she begins taking off his shirt, however... he really needs to rethink all of this. it may not have been entirely unexpected, but it's enough to give him pause for sure. once it's been discarded, his hands gradually rise to cover his chest, almost as if in a scandalized attempt to cover up. ] Aren't you being a bit too bold with your newfound freedom? [ is he pretending to be shy, or is he suddenly actually a bit shy now? maybe a bit of both.
did he ask for this to begin with? yes, but listen... doesn't every fish lament when they've walked into a trap of their own greed? ]
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And she's delighted by it, the way it feels to have his hand make the journey from her neck to the small of her back, pulling her against him to the point where there's no room to allow any kind of gap. Bianca likes being able to learn him in different ways. How he tastes. How his mouth fits against hers. The shape of him pressed against her, which is definitely demanding more of her attention. ]
You're promising me a surprise scoop? You really know just what to say to a reporter, don't you? We're more about the unexpected, you know.
[ She's aware he means bed. Or at the very least, he could mean something else and she'd still be entirely up for it. ]
So why don't we see just where you'll be taking me, Rafayel?
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but, he doesn't seem to mind if she mistakes it for literally anything else. no, maybe that would have just sped along the process. his words come out a bit breathier than he intends, still recovering from the way their lips came together, and the innate emptiness he feels when they're temporarily pulled apart. even if by mere inches.
as an artist he would always project the belief that all pieces of art are open to ones interpretation. but, he also has an appreciation from the way their bodies come together in a way that doesn't leave a whole lot to his imagination. he can feel the curve of back, almost as if he internally measures the distance from where his hand currently stands to where it gradually ends up; somewhere between her hip and thigh. ]
You say I know what to say, but I'd argue you have no trouble at all adding fuel to my fire. [ or so he says, but with his hand on her leg, he drops both hands, his only clumsy attempt at lifting her up. ] I thought normally people tried not to be burned. [ a pause. ]
Or kidnapped.
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[ Conversationally, like she's absolutely unaffected by how breathily his voice emerges (which is a lie, that is one of the hottest tones she's ever heard and she doesn't think she's being entirely biased here).
But he lifts her up and she goes willingly, arms fully wrapped around his neck. ]
But I'm not normal people, am I? And if you're the kidnapper...
What can I say? You'd better not give me back for any amount of ransom.
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securing her in his arms, he pulls her closer to his chest. ] Lucky for you, my prices are pretty high. Besides, the hostage I've taken isn't an easy one to nab. [ not this becoming roleplaying...
that said, he is taking her to the bedroom. but instead of placing her down on the bed, he leans her up against the dresser. it's closer. less margin for error. ] Now that I've taken you to my hideout...
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She doesn't think Rafayel could ever be boring, even if he tried. ]
Yeah? What are you going to do with me?
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when he feels her light kisses on his jaw, he barely holds back from kissing her again. instead, he says quietly. ] Normally, I would tie you up so I can keep an eye on you, but... [ he looks down, and realizes he's not wearing a tie. this is so sad, and she can probably see the wheels turning in his head. ]
You seem behaved enough that I only have to do this... [ he goes in for another kiss, his teeth lightly grazing her lower lip. ] To keep your lips sealed. [ he doesn't say it as to not fall out of "character," but it's clear he also wants to touch her more. ]
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Bianca is absolutely amused but doing her best not to show it, willingly sinking into the kiss. ]
You say that, but maybe I've got a working recorder on me right now. [ With pauses to speak, of course. ]
What a confident kidnapper you are, not even thinking about searching me. You'd make having the authorities find you so easy...
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What? After I kidnapped you, you think I would worry about being recorded? Hey, I might actually like it. You know, as long as you don't take a step out from this bedroom, then it's just mine to listen to.
[ his lips hastily slides off from hers, his tongue moistening his lips before he places them against the nape of her neck.
his teeth lightly graze against her skin, sucking gently, just enough to leave a mark. before he pulls back, his eyes focusing back on her with a smile. ] Besides, it's not too late to search you now. [ his lips move down to her collar bone, then her chest. ]
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[ And Bianca leans back, catching his gaze with a teasing lilt to her tone. ]
Now that I know you might not be able to tie me up, do you really think you can get a hold of me? I'm pretty good at evasive maneuvers.
[ Which is, apparently, just squirming. ]
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he watches her movements. there's definitely a touch of humor behind his eyes, and it's impossible not to find the way she wriggles around adorable in its own right. that is, if he didn't already find her so endearing as she was. ] Those movements... I see you have learned them from the very best. I've heard eels were incredibly strict teachers. [ the worms of the ocean...
he pretends to be at a loss, a certain level of dramaticism behind his words. ]
Wow, it looks like I really can't get past your defenses. Maybe this means this is your chance to finally escape. [ he whispers close to her ear, the fact stands though that his hands are still holding her around the waist. he does wonder if she genuinely planned to overpower him? ]
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Bianca can't help but consider herself pretty lucky about all of that, even as she lifts an eyebrow, hands slipping beneath his shirt to rest against the taut skin of his stomach. ]
Or maybe it's your chance to take me to bed before I have to drag you there myself. I could always tie you up, you know.
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Oh yeah? What are you going to tie me up with? [ he looks to the side of them, his eyes peering over the desk, before they sweep back towards her. his eyes once more focusing on her lips. once again, he touches her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. ] You must really want to have your way with me. Is this revenge for kidnapping you, or something else? [ he says, his voice barely a whisper. ]
It feels personal.
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[ Bianca says this so airily, pausing in her explanation to lightly kiss his thumb. He's certainly invited it, if he protests, though she doubts he will. Not at this point. ]
And that, good sir, is the question, isn't it? If it's not revenge, if it's something else... what do you think it could possibly be?
[ Maybe it is personal. ]
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when she kisses his thumb, he instantly feels the heat rising to his cheeks and ears again. but, he clears his throat. moving his thumb just slightly as his pointer comes to give the side of her mouth a small tug. ]
Hmmm.... [ he pretends to ponder on it, even if his own fake conclusion is obvious. ] Could it be that you fell in love with me at first sight?
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[ With a loudly theatrical sigh, parting her lips as though she could accidentally let his finger slip into her mouth, graze it with her teeth-- ]
I admit, I don't usually have a kidnapper who's so... hands-on. They're usually a little rougher, you know? Maybe you're the one who fell in love, actually?
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he finger does just barely touch her teeth, and the sudden feeling makes him all the more conscious of how close she is. if this was her objective than she definitely did a good job of it. ] How can I be rough if I don't at least have my hands on you?
[ tapping his finger on her lips. ] Couldn't we have both fell for each other? Or are you tired of a kidnapper who isn't more rough on you? ... you're not going to see other kidnappers, are you?
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[ Bianca grins at him, unrepentant. ]
Which shouldn't be a problem if the one in front of me doesn't actually let me go, right?
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Oh? So you're begging to be kept here by me, huh?
[ gradually, he draws his hand back around her, just to gently encircle her waist against. he leans down, resting his chin on her shoulder as he speaks. if this were an actual kidnapping, he'd definitely be displaying way too many vulnerabilities here... but, since it's not actually. maybe it works? ]
Sure. [ his voice is soft, and clearly full of more affection than he'd care to hide. ] I'm a kind little fishie, not a dragon. If I steal away the princess, I plan to treat her so well she'll be begging to stay here with me.
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You sure are fond of begging, aren't you? But sure, I think I could give you my best Puppy Dog Eyes to get you to keep me for a good long while.
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[ he gives a small, sort of subdued chuckle at her quip back. ] Really? If it's your best, I might have to throw in the towel.
[ whether she knew it or not, she did have that sort of influence over him. even now, he still feels his own erratic heartbeat, and he feels himself melt over each and every single touch. he's drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and even the prospect of being burned doesn't seem to deter him.
her fingers brushing against his hair feels soothing, and yet at the same time, he finds desiring more. ] Keep touching me. [ it's not much of a command as much as it's a plea. who really is the one begging here... ]
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Of course, it doesn't mean she isn't going to be cheeky about it. ]
I can do that, I guess. But where would you like me to touch you? I'm not a mind reader.
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Iβm kinda hurt now. I always thought you knew what I liked. [ yet, contrary to his words, heβs already leading her hands to his shoulders. then slowly sliding them to his chest. ] How about you start here?
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[ Bianca will just correct him cheerfully, but also lightly tap her fingers over his chest. ]
But a good journalist can work with the barest amount of information! Starting wiiiiith...
[ This, apparently. Which is that his shirt is in the way. Can she tug it off. Does it unbutton. She's on a mission. ]
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but, that was also probably beside the point.
when she begins taking off his shirt, however... he really needs to rethink all of this. it may not have been entirely unexpected, but it's enough to give him pause for sure. once it's been discarded, his hands gradually rise to cover his chest, almost as if in a scandalized attempt to cover up. ] Aren't you being a bit too bold with your newfound freedom? [ is he pretending to be shy, or is he suddenly actually a bit shy now? maybe a bit of both.
did he ask for this to begin with? yes, but listen... doesn't every fish lament when they've walked into a trap of their own greed? ]
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[ The contrition is absolutely false. What a little stinker. ]
Did you just want me to pet your shirt instead?
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