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[attr="class","illie i"]the line's been toed all night. slowly, tentatively, as if something will break if crossed. and yet, nothing does. she steps over it willingly, urging him into the bait with little concern for consequences. it's always been inevitable, anyway. tension building, coiling, hissing until the striking bite.

the show doesn't have to wait long, it seems. curtains are drawn, theme music beginning to play, and she's stepping into her role.

a satisfied sigh escapes as he lunges, as he stakes his claim with his lips against hers. he swallows up the sigh without hesitation, backing her up until she's against the wall. it elicits a giggle that is smothered out by passion and carnal instincts, breaking halfway into a stifled moan. every inch of her body feels hot with electricity, as if she's been kicked into overdrive and her systems are beginning to overload. it keeps her reactive, keeps her hanging on the edge as she presses back into him. he grips a wrist and tugs it up to keep it overhead, her body responding to the restriction with a pleased jerk.

of all the situations illeana reyes has been put in, this is by far one of her favorites.

hoisted up by the waist, legs wrapping with ease, growl swallowed up by her greedy lips. the elevator begins to ascend, though neither pay it any mind. to them, it's nothing more than four walls to shield them from the outside world. away from the heartbreak, away from the loss, the fear, the pain. she holds onto him like a lifeline, as if she'll drown without him. and really, she just might. fingers tangling into hair has her reacting like a puppet, tugged into place just where he wants her. no complaints here, especially not with the high pitched gasp that escapes.

impatience reaches a breaking point, quite literally. a growl reverberates against her skin moments before a curse and then, the crackling of electricity rushes for a moment. it overtakes the systems, overloading and short circuiting until the elevator groans to a stop. their bodies are bathed in a red glow. red as the dawn, red as the devil, red as blood.

and with the destination nowhere in sight, she's diving into him as quickly as he is her.

feeding off each other's energy, hungry for more and more and more until there's no clear end of the satisfaction. somewhere between the kisses and the sighs, pink mist softly begins to bleed. it fills the elevator, masking them, easing them, sending them into a different realm entirely. it's funny, she never expected heaven to be so red, so pleasurable. lost time is erased against metal walls, replaced by a hunger seemingly only fulfilled by each other.

proboards ain't gettin me today. fade fade fade.

Remiel Calcifet

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[attr="class","illie i"]sleep holds her close, beckoning her with the concept that nothing can disturb her there. no pain, no memories, nothing more than idle dreams never remembered. it’s been difficult to sleep since the war. a couple of hours here and there, peppered throughout a week. and yet, even as he stays out of slumber, she finds herself slipped into it.

his presence is enough to keep her relaxed, peaceful, finally at ease. subconsciously, she hovers close, greed mixing with hunger seeking to keep him and hold him beside her.

his shifting stirs the blonde from her slumber. a stretch, a yawn, an arched back like a satisfied cat. her eyes don’t open yet, clinging to darkness just a little longer. it’s difficult to ignore the electric feeling of his hungry eyes on her body, however, and she’s slowly blinking them open to stare back at his reflection.

scars leave spaces for her own marks, peppered across his skin. pride swells at the sight and without considering the consequence, she’s hoping they stay as long as he could.

her body shifts to sit up, to allow sheets and blankets to pool at her waist. the mirror reflects the aftermath, the canvas her form has become for bruises and teeth marks. and like him, her own scars span across the body, making constellions and galaxies form against soft skin. sometimes it’s odd seeing her past written out for others to drink in. the horrors of sinnoh etched into her skin, joined by injuries of war and passionate marks of a newfound obsession.

he lights a cigarette and she inhales for a moment, the smell of smoke faint but pungent. somehow, she doesn’t mind it in this moment. the breeze carries it away. out the window and into evergrande, fading until the next inhale.

part of her is surprised he’s here, lingering in the aftermath of their actions. the other part sings words of comfort. he’s still here, he hasn’t left. for how long, she can’t say and it leaves her anxious.

”hi,” it’s nothing more than a soft murmur, breathed into him as she shifts closer. a hand brushes against a particularly nasty scratch left across his back, almost relishing in her handy work. skin against skin keeps her content, keeps her both hungry and well-fed.

without thinking much of the affection behind her actions, she idly presses a trail of kisses along his shoulder. soothing, warm, tender, adoring.

Remiel Calcifet

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[attr="class","illie i"]reminders of their night linger across her skin like phantom touches, ghosts of affection and hunger and pure desire. it leaves goosebumps rising despite the warmth of her body, giving way to a need not easily satisfied. and part of her wonders if he feels the same, if she's left enough of a mark to cause the same reaction.

she doesn't have to wonder long as his body reacts in the form of a shudder. her touch is gentle, soothing, lightly tinged in pink. enough mist to ease the sting but not nearly enough to close the slowly closing wound. wisps eventually fade away to leave just her palm against his skin, fingertips slightly applying pressure. a reminder, a promise that it'll be done again. her eyes meet his in the mirror, lips lingering for a moment.

"i don't mind," she murmurs into his skin. the pleased hum earns a lazy smirk, pressed against his shoulder before his head is shifting back. even if he didn't beckon her, she'd still draw closer. skin molding into skin, warmth shared between their bodies and leaving her tingling. "this is one of the better ways to wake up, you know." just to make her point more direct, she presses slightly closer, arms shifting to drape over his shoulders.

fingers idly trace circles into his chest, mapping out the marks she left, as if committing them to memory. if she didn't know better, she'd almost say they're brands. except, they're not as they'll fade. no matter, she'll leave new ones.

"couldn't sleep?"

Remiel Calcifet

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[attr="class","illie i"]"are you?" a tease comes as naturally as breathing. pushing for more, as if she needs further approval to sate a satisfaction she doesn't understand. his touch eases enough of the hunger, sure, but it's too gentle, too calm for what she seeks. and yet, it still coerces a pleased hum from her lips.

the warmth of his body pressed against hers is a comfort she'd forgotten. there's a contrast between satisfying a hunger and sticking around for affection, one that almost seems lost between sheets and forgotten time. carnal desires started this and yet, she's not exactly sure where the road leads anymore. blurry lines and marked skin leave a messy situation to be sorted through.

such a situation that he seems to have no trouble stepping into.

"about what?" it's soft, hesitant, a bit of the old illeana bleeding back into existence. there's lines she doesn't want to overstep, buttons she refuses to push. prying into his life after this night feels wrong in a way she recognizes and yet, the question has already been asked.

her hands still as he raises an arm, eyes darting curiously to watch as he begins to pepper her skin. butterfly kisses bring a flutter to her body and her lips spread dangerously into a smile. "i did," she murmurs, almost breathy. "i'd ask if you did as well but we both know the answer." and just to further the point, her nails seek to dig into the skin of his chest.

he proves her right with the turning of his head, with the words uttered into what little space lies between them. her smile widens, as if his nonchalant expression leaves her determined to morph it into something more. "that's bold, remiel," and she likes bold. there's an air of dominance she both enjoys and despises all at once. "i believe we might have an understanding but if you'd like to remind me, i wouldn't be opposed?"

a challenge, bait, or both... she doesn't care which so long as he rises to the occasion.

Remiel Calcifet

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[attr="class","illie i"]"okay," whatever prying she had begun is essentially laid to rest. sure, his words help a bit, but the butterfly kisses peppered against skin are what solidify her thoughts. whatever worries she has are tucked away like pieces of paper in his file, left to see daylight another time. not now, not with so much uncertainty laid at her feet.

with that, alone, what remains of her old self is left to rot akin to legends of blood sucking creatures fading come daybreak.

his bite is met with a challenge. a look, the dragging of nails across skin, and the ghost of a smile. one could almost say it's a warning. and yet, he knows better. she's been surprisingly transparent for the majority of the night. at least, as far as revealing herself goes. there's parts he doesn't know, parts she doesn't allow life to breathe into. what he has seen makes one thing painfully clear: illeana reyes is anything but the same.

her latin is rusty, terribly so. parts of it don't make sense, as if her brain translates wrong when each word is fitted into a sentence. puzzle pieces not meshing together. it frustrates, sure, but she has little time left to process.

he shifts out of her grasp and her arms fall idly to her side. does she wrap them around herself? the bareness is almost uncomfortable with the open door's breeze still brushing against her back. her hands twitch at the thought but ultimately, they stay. he turns, then, and her chin rises with the translation breathed between closing distance.

"'alea iacta est,'" she retorts with the beginning of a satisfied grin bleeding into the skin of her lips, each word broken up by kiss after smoky kiss. by the time he backs her onto the bed, hovers over her, she's smiling from ear to ear. her back arches into touch, into affection written against her neck. naturally, she finds his ear, lingers, whispers.

"'the die is cast.'"
this is the point of no return.

a soft, airy sigh escapes and she's giving in without hesitation. the act of reminding is a ruse, she knows, but one she accepts with such reckless abandon it almost makes her dizzy. and when she shifts her arms to wrap at the neck, to cup his face and guide lips back to meet hers, there's a softness breathed into his passion.

"i'd be disappointed if you didn't."

Remiel Calcifet