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Room 416, Thursday Evening

There'd been a warehouse, and a drink, and flirting, and somehow all of that had not led to Xanthippe blowing this whole situation and embarrassing herself into taking the earliest possible portal out of Fandom or something.

In fact, instead, it had led her here.

Outside room 416. They'd passed by her room because there was no way she was adding the possibility of Ringo into this equation. She was nervous enough as it was.

And trying to hide it. Right now, with a casual hair-toss. "So, this is your room? I didn't realize you lived so, like, close to me."

[ooc: For the guy, for SP, and probably NSFW-bound unless Xan flails herself out of it before then!]

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Hyacinthe was a guy from eleventh century fantasy France. He had no idea what was 'cool' or not. All he knew was what he found attractive and on that list, intelligence was pretty high up there.

Since they were talking--even if he was keeping up a steady assault on her composure with his lips on her ear, cheek, and throat--he guided her into his room, shutting the door behind them. "Neither," he confirmed, giving her a wink before nibbling at her neck again. "I am the Prince of Travellers, but that doesn't make me a noble."

He thought his father might be a merchant of some kind, but he didn't know any more than that and not even that for certain.

"But my patron is a nobleman of some kind. And Siovalese as well, which means anything he can learn, he will. I learned Cruithne from his ward, Phedre, who was learning it herself and practiced with me."

"I definitely understood, like, a lot of what you just said," Xanthippe told him. It was somewhere between joking and genuinely trying to convince him she wasn't as lost with all the names and terms as she was. Force of habit. Usually she was a little better at faking that, but... there were lips and teeth and warm breath on her skin and it was hard to focus on being as fake as what she routinely was.

But at least they'd made it into the room. Xanthippe took a bold step, trying to lean back against the door and pull him more against her there, while her fingers pushed into his hair. "You totally speak it well, though. My French isn't as good as your... Cruithne or English or whatever." And she was definitely jealous about that.

Hyacinthe laughed at that and ducked his head in apology. "Sometimes I prattle on about things I know none here are aware of. After a year, you think I would have learned better."

And since he was already ducking his head, it just seemed an excellent opportunity to kiss her again. She had such sweet lips, made moreso by the drinks he'd mixed for her.

"I speak several tongues," he whispered. "All to excellent effect."

Okay, those words probably shouldn't have had as much of an effect on her as they did, but they were a whisper and it was a question of word choice, so... Xanthippe wasn't very proud of this, but a little whimper escaped her, in reply.

She tried to cover for it by kissing him a little rougher.

Apologies, Xan, but there was no denying that whimper. Hyacinthe was far too pleased by it to pretend it didn't happen--though the rough kiss was an excellent distraction, 'twas true.

He kissed her back, hands settling on her waist, then slowly pushing up her shirt enough to rest upon her skin. He still kept them low, hovering just over the waistband of her pants, but he could still appreciate her warmth of her soft skin under the roughness of his palms.

Her soft skin was appreciative of his rough palms, too. At least if her shiver was any indication. Though exposed skin also had a way of dragging her back into a 'this is really happening' kind of feeling, which in turn gave rise to a little surge of internal flailing.

But she knew at least one way of combatting that, now.

So in the midst of the kissing, and haltingly, she munbled, "Think you should -- talk, like, more about... tongues." Potentially dirty.

"Or perhaps," he said, kissing his ways down her cheek and to her neck, "'twould be better did I show you."

His tongue followed the beating vein in her throat down to her shoulder where he nipped at the skin there. Then he followed the curve of her collarbone with a line of sucking kisses, murmuring words in Tsingani and D'Angeline, promises of just exactly he planned to do to her tonight.

Okay so that mildy backfired, in that instead of an internal flail she could now feel her heart physically pounding in her chest, and was actually feeling weak at the knees a thing? Because she would've sworn it was a thing right now.

Her cheeks were burning. The fingers in his hair grasped at random strands. "You know what?" she said, unsteadily. "You're... probably right."

She was almost reluctant to breathe too loudly for fear of not hearing his whispers. Even if, infuriatingly, she could only understand the tiniest fragments of only half of what he was saying. But those bits sounded promising.

"I want to see more of you," he said, working his way up to her ear again. His tongue traced the shell, his teeth caught the lobe. "Might I remove your shirt? Come, cherie, let me touch you."

Poor Xanthippe's brain. It was just in a constant state of adfhshjaggahj right now. She had to swallow.

And then she had to wet her lips, and then she could actually talk. "Yeah," she said. "You may."

It was a pretty loose party top, paired with the skinniest of jeans. Underneath, he'd find a very fortunately flattering bra. Black, because it was always the safest choice. With a tasteful lace trim because... maybe she'd hoped something would happen tonight?

And had still somehow thought he'd look at her bra more than her actual breasts.

Good. Xan did far too much thinking anyway. Once she shut her brain off and stopped worrying, she'd have a far better time.

Hyacinthe tugged her top off, pulling it over her head and tossing it onto his desk. "Blessed Elua," he said, pausing a moment just to admire her. D'Angelines rushed neither enjoyment nor appreciation of beauty--which meant that yes, he even took a moment to look at her bra, fingers delicately tracing the lace as it curved over her breasts. "Is it rude to say I've been looking forward to this view all evening?" he asked, gaze still fixed on her chest. "For I have. And am well-rewarded for my patience."

This was not the first time someone had talked to Xanthippe's chest instead of her face. But this was definitely so much better than any of those other times. Not at all gross, for one.

He was looking at her breast; she was looking at his face.

"Thanks," she said.

Then wondered if it was uncool of her to sound that weirdly sincere.

Clearly Hyacinthe wasn't kissing her enough if she had the presence of mind to worry about how cool she was.

"Let's get a bit more comfortable, shall we?" he asked, pushing away from the door with an arm around her waist to guide her to his bed. "I'm in no mood to rush getting acquainted with you." His free hand slid up, cupped her breast lightly, his thumb unerringly finding the nipple through the cup. "I quite like to take my time."

The reason that managed to sound dirty was because it absolutely was.

Thinking about coolness was sadly a reflex, not conscious thought.

That said, the fondling and his arm onher waist were doing a good job of distracting her again. She moved with him willingly, and gave a gasp when his thumb found her nipple. Didn't take a lot for it to stiffen under his touch.

And then she gasped at his words, too, because yes. Definitely sounded dirty. "Okay, how do you do that?" she asked, before managing to stop herself. "How do you stay stuff that makes me feel all --"

She didn't know how to finish that, mostly because she didn't usually say the things that would've been the most apt way to end that sentence. Tingly? Horny? Wet?

Her cheeks were burning up.

Hyacinthe took a moment to consider that, drawing her down next to him on the bed. His hand continued to toy with her because he was a huge proponent of mixing thought and actions. "Well, I see nothing wrong with complimenting my partner often," he said. "They've chosen to share pleasure with me, and I wish to express my appreciation. And furthermore..." He slid the strap of her bra down her arm, brushing kisses along her shoulder, "We D'Angelines appreciate eloquence, especially when turned to task of making someone feel all..." He gave her a teasing smile. "Like this."

Xanthippe held her little laugh back. God, was she completely red in the face? She doubted even her makeup was making up for it by now.

"Well, it's, like... working." Yeah, she could definitely admit that much. Her skin felt warm all over and her heartbeat felt way too strong.

And yet she could still try and make it worse. She reached back, and unclasped her bra. Didn't pull it off because honestly, the idea of him taking it off instead was hot, but she wanted to do that much anyway. To show that she was cool with it.

"I mean, feel free to kep talking. About me."

"I can do that," Hyacinthe said, drawing her bra away from her. "Shall I start by telling you how enticing your bra was and how much I enjoyed the hint of pink beneath the lace? Or shall I be yet more forward and tell you how much I long to draw one of these sweet buds up between my lips?"

And he very brazenly slid his hand onto her breast, rubbing a dark thumb over her nipple to encourage it to reach out for him.

That wasn't going to be very difficult at all. With the way her skin felt electrified all over, it didn't take much actual touching at all for her nipple to stiffen.

She inhaled a slightly ragged breath.

"I think... I like it when you're forward," she said, pausing to wet her lips. Her mouth was the only part of her going dry right now. "You could just, like, do it, too." And if that sounded bold for her, just hear out this next bit: "And maybe I could tell you how good, like... your mouth feels, on my nipple."

Okay she ended up clasping a hand over her mouth right after, but at least she got it out! She just wanted to try talking a little dirty. Very little, but it was a lot to her.

Edited 2017-09-05 07:00 (UTC)

"I'd like that," Hyacinthe told her, his hand sliding under her breast to cup it up towards his mouth. "I want to hear you. Words, noises, desires--everything."

And then, his dark eyes locked with hers, he leaned down and drew a circle around her nipple with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth.

She was gorgeous. Blessed Elua, was she gorgeous. He couldn't wait to see how she looked when she fell apart in his hands.

Xanthippe had pretty much already felt like she was falling apart ever since he'd first stepped closer to her at the party. And she still knew that wasn't anything next to what was likely to happen later.

She gasped behind her hand as she watched - and felt - his tongue circle her nipple. Then she lowered her hand, and slowly slid her fingers through his hair. She was gorgeous. He was, and ridiculously so. Like, he had no right to be be so hot.

And here he was, looking up at her with his mouth on her breast.

"Okay, this is good," she murmured. "This is... really, really good." Maybe that was inane, but also true! "And it's kinda making me want your tongue all over me?"

"Oh, I intend to make that happen," he assured her, mouth moving over her breast so she could feel his lips move with every syllable. His hands kept moving, stroking her all over to keep her on the hot and needy. Tracing a line of kisses over to her other breast, he repeated the maneuver there, drawing her nipple in and sucking, almost--but not quite!--to the point of pain. "By the time you finally take me into you, you'll have been begging for it."

And then she was lost for words again.

Her fingers were getting tangled up in his hair. And maybe there was a little tug on them at his words. Just –– a light one, like the words gave her a jolt that then went directly through her hand and circled back to him.

And that was after the gasp at the sucking, so, he was doing an admirable job of keeping her going.

"Oh." Yes, that again. She had to wet her lips again. Also bite on the bottom one for a second, though that was so she could ponder her wording because she wanted to try and flirt, here. "Sure you can make me beg? I usually, like... just get what I want without it."

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