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? ]
hm, she has a point, and it shows in the brief second he takes to think it over. hence, he shrugs his shoulders a bit. who knows if it's because he's genuinely shook off some of the nerves, or because he's now placing the ball in his court, but he grabs her hand and lets them brush against his skin. ]
You could, or you could try lower instead. [ lower from where he put his hands, that is. ] I've been told when it comes to fishing, you need to adjust your lure just right, or you won't manage to catch anything.
who even knows what roles they're slipping into next. a kidnapper and their kidnapped whom also happens to be a beginner fisher? maybe it's fortunate that with her hands on his body, he doesn't have a lot of room to deliberate over that now. instead, he slides his hands a bit lower, until they're over his abdomen. ] Well, you're in luck. I happen to be an expert, so I can teach you all the techniques. If it's a big one, we can just reel it in together.
[ this is so bad... what is the fish in this case. do we want to know?? ]
[ Where did this storyline go, Rafayel?? Bianca sounds like she's about to burst out laughing, even though this is at least partially (mostly) her own fault.
at her words, he seems to pause slightly. his hands just reaching where his belt is. ] ... Even kidnappers need hobbies. You think they can go around scooping people off the streets without one or two passions to fuel them? I don't think so. [ he says with a small nod, as if proud of potentially putting their plot back on track. every man has their lore....
and slowly, they become derailed. actually why is the kidnapper undressing? ]
Beautiful ladies? Sorry to say, but I only know one lady who fits the bill. You might have to manage your expectations.
[ but, surely if this is about fishing than the quality of the fish spoke volumes more than the quantity... surely? except, does this actually make him a failure as a fisherman? that's not for him to think about now. especially, when she's actually moving to take his belt off.
he may have led her there, but wow... restraint truly isn't in the room with them...
not that he seems to mind. there's no protest on the tip of his tongue, and instead his finger release hers. his head coming down to lean against her shoulder. is he trying to hide his face from showing any embarrassment, or is it because he just wants to be close to her. he rubs his head against her, almost as if he were a cat instead of a fish. ]
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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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hm, she has a point, and it shows in the brief second he takes to think it over. hence, he shrugs his shoulders a bit. who knows if it's because he's genuinely shook off some of the nerves, or because he's now placing the ball in his court, but he grabs her hand and lets them brush against his skin. ]
You could, or you could try lower instead. [ lower from where he put his hands, that is. ] I've been told when it comes to fishing, you need to adjust your lure just right, or you won't manage to catch anything.
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[ As she ever so gently brushes her fingers over where he's moved her hand, waiting.
I hate them both. ]
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who even knows what roles they're slipping into next. a kidnapper and their kidnapped whom also happens to be a beginner fisher? maybe it's fortunate that with her hands on his body, he doesn't have a lot of room to deliberate over that now. instead, he slides his hands a bit lower, until they're over his abdomen. ] Well, you're in luck. I happen to be an expert, so I can teach you all the techniques. If it's a big one, we can just reel it in together.
[ this is so bad... what is the fish in this case. do we want to know?? ]
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[ Where did this storyline go, Rafayel?? Bianca sounds like she's about to burst out laughing, even though this is at least partially (mostly) her own fault.
But they're moving lower, aren't they-- ]
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at her words, he seems to pause slightly. his hands just reaching where his belt is. ] ... Even kidnappers need hobbies. You think they can go around scooping people off the streets without one or two passions to fuel them? I don't think so. [ he says with a small nod, as if proud of potentially putting their plot back on track. every man has their lore....
and slowly, they become derailed. actually why is the kidnapper undressing? ]
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[ Makes sense to her (no).
But she is happily moving to undo his belt. ]
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[ but, surely if this is about fishing than the quality of the fish spoke volumes more than the quantity... surely? except, does this actually make him a failure as a fisherman? that's not for him to think about now. especially, when she's actually moving to take his belt off.
he may have led her there, but wow... restraint truly isn't in the room with them...
not that he seems to mind. there's no protest on the tip of his tongue, and instead his finger release hers. his head coming down to lean against her shoulder. is he trying to hide his face from showing any embarrassment, or is it because he just wants to be close to her. he rubs his head against her, almost as if he were a cat instead of a fish. ]
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Bubbles, please. You can't go distracting me like you want scratches. I only have so many hands.
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