"mm," he hums, listening as he takes the grandeur of the place in. it was a step up from his home back in kanto, definitely, and still much nicer than his own in hoenn.

"looks ye went all out," with a waggle of eye brows at the doorman, he follows her inside. the lobby was more impressive, certainly, so he could only imagine the bedroom.

"ye might need ta pay a fine after we're done," he jokes, snickering, but his mood takes a noticeable turn into something somber. "i drift myself. stayin' in sootie. rent is cheap, fer obvious reasons." there had been a takeover, after all.

"ye haven't decided where ta settle yet?"

Antoinette Spina

“Ah, yes, Sootopolis,” she had yet to visit that area of Hoenn. It wasn’t too long after she arrived that the take over began. For obvious reasons, she’s avoided that city. Cheap rent had really never been an issue for the privileged woman. Stick her long enough and he could have a small taste of Toni’s preferred luxury.

The elevator chimes, doors sliding open and inviting them in, “No, I haven’t,” she confirms, leading them into the small space, “I have . . . commitment issues,” she grins, spinning around to reach out and press the button for the third-to-last floor.

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KING WAYLAND

he barks a laugh that echoes in the confined space. "no shit, huh? wouldn't have guessed." he wasn't one to talk, of course. arceus no. man had more baggage than a character from Legally Blond.

a middle-aged man eyes the elevator from across the lobby, calling for it to be held, and king simply grins at the stranger. as it closes, his head follows, ensuring to always keep the portly fellow in his sight.

a sigh of contentment follows its closing.

"am i the first ta see yer humble abodes here then?" another grin at the obvious probe, though it has no real heat or jealousy to it.

Antoinette Spina

If King reached to hold that door open, she would have smacked his hand away. Luckily, they’re in the same page. She doesn’t read too much into it. Though she does give him a mildly sour look in response to his snide comment.

The elevator jerks to life, smoothly rising and carting them to the higher floors of the establishment where the nicer rooms are. They’re reserved for monthly rentals or for an obscene amount nightly. They offer a good view of Downtown Slateport and hers happens to look over the park.

She eyes him curiously at the question, turning her lips into a small smile, “Yes,” to this room. It could use a good mess before she moves on.

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KING WAYLAND

that one simple word is enough to push his grin to new, dangerous heights. he lets the words that threaten to spill up, die, as he just lets the thought linger.

'and the last.'

but her screams spoke louder than words, and likely, property damage louder than that. he was willing to test those limits, though.

the click of arrival to their floor and king marks the number. sweeping his arm forward, he lets her go ahead.

he liked to watch.

Antoinette Spina

Perhaps she should have just said ‘no’ so he didn’t look so content with himself. It’s mildly infuriating giving him that satisfaction. He wouldn’t be the last . . . probably.

“Thank you,” she smiles, moving to walk in front of King, putting a little extra swing in her hips so he can enjoy the view.

She leads them right and down the long hallway to a door on the left. The keycard elicits a beep from the door before the lock snaps open. She pushes into the room without a glance back and releases the door for him to catch and close.

It’s a rather large room, bright with full length windows overlooking the Slateport Central Park. There’s a small living room area with a white leather coach, a small kitchenette with a breakfast bar. Along the wall that leads to the bedroom there’s a small bar with a half-full bottle of tequila and fresh ice.

She drops her sunglasses on the small table by the door and walks into the small living room area, “Make yourself at home,” she finally says, glancing over her shoulder to grin at him.

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KING WAYLAND

oh how cute she was when she was pouting. he remembers the same now pouting lip, trembling from their shared sauna experience. that was something she couldn't take back, and she knew it.

his first clue that this place was fancy, besides the outside, the lobby, the elevator, the clean hallways, and professional staff, was the fact the card worked on the first try with the door. small things like that were telling signs.

"huh, not bad antoinette", whistling, eyes dancing everywhere, "not bad at all." shamelessly watching her go, hips ever attentive on swaying hips still, he plops a seat on the couch once she disappears.

what was she doing?

Antoinette Spina

“It gets the job done,” she shrugs, not all too impressed with it overall. She’s stayed in nicer places. It is comfortable, a place to sleep and relax. The shower is pretty nice though, but she doesn’t offer it . . . yet.

Toni disappears behind the sliding door to the bedroom, leaving it cracked. She elects to change out of her bikini that she had on earlier, hoping for a beach day. It doesn’t take very long for her to slip out of it and shimmy on her little robe for now.

“Thirsty?” she asks as she slips back into the living room area. She takes slow, deliberate steps towards the couch. Her hand gently travels over the back of it as she circles around to the back. When she reaches king her hands continue, trailing down his chest as she leans over to bring her lips near his ear, “There’s wine on the way but I also have tequila if you don’t have a taste for cabernet.”

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KING WAYLAND

"absolutely," he replies back immediately, eyes glued to the exposed skin and black silk. they follow her until out of sight, goosebumps sliding up the nape of his neck and arms at her breath's touch.

keeping his voice steady but with a slight, despite the rush of blood through him, he isn't one to give in.

"i had somethin' else in mind," teeth scrape his bottom lip, "but i think i could go for either in the meantime. surprise me, ye?"

more than she already was, that is.

Antoinette Spina

They both have something else in mind. Just as before, Toni plans on making it a game of cat and mouse. It’s her favorite way to play. This predator enjoyed playing with her food first before taking a bite.

“Patience, my king,” she whispers in his ear, bathing it in hot breath before withdrawing her touch by sliding her hands up and off his shoulders. She leans back and goes for the tequila against the wall, “We can have a little tequila while we wait for the good stuff.”

Toni moves towards the kitchen, “I have limes somewhere,” one of the few things in the fridge: some lime wedges. She scoops up the salt before moving back towards the couch, stopping in front of him, “I don’t have any glasses though,” her lip curls into a playful pout. That’s a lie, there’s glasses in the cabinet. Body shots it is.

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KING WAYLAND

patience wasn't his specialty, as she'd recall. he strike first, and fast (though, not that fast) and usually had his prey limp and waiting. a look, he recalls, that fit her perfectly.

"good choice," it'll do for now, a substitute for the one thing he wanted. king wouldn't give her the pleasure of giving in, though. rounding the couch, this time to stand in-front of him, he's greeted by the view in all it's curved glory.

reaching out with both hands, king grips her on the back of the thighs, a small tug to pull her into his lap. "i think we can figure somethin' out," biting his lower lip, he looks her up, and then down again. "ye, we can definitely figure somethin' out."

Antoinette Spina

A small tug is all it takes to coax her onto his lap where she straddles over him, still clinging to the bottle, limes, and salt. The pout turns into a smile as he assess the situation as she hoped he would.

Using her teeth, she pops the cork off the tequila bottle and lets it drop, losing it somewhere in the couch as it rolls off his chest, “You first,” she places a lime wedge in her mouth and offers him the salt and bottle, waggling her eyebrows playfully in anticipation.

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KING WAYLAND

never one to back down, he reaches up and takes both, shifting himself slightly in preparation. craning his neck upward, and using the tip of his tongue, he marks her where neck and shoulder meet. just enough to tease, and just enough to get the salt he pours next, to stick. satisfied, he sets it down next to him on the couch.

"might want ta hold on a bit," he says with a smirk, leaning himself (and her) forward. with one hand he keeps her there, suspended, as the other hand moves to quickly pour just enough of the tequila on her exposed collarbone. traces of it spill in the crevice below, but he's quick to place himself there to catch it.

the alcohol is bitter, but laced with the sweetness of her skin. satisfied, he brings her back up, mouth tracing the salted trail afterwards. then, with a knowing grin, his teeth clamp around the lime held between her lips. careful not to brush them; careful to ensure she knows she isn't the predator here.

he holds both of them for her to take, bottom lip still wet.

Antoinette Spina