[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]his smile is equally predatory, challenging her own as his body presses against hers. their lips meet and the kiss he gives her is rough, hungry, and wanting. it's then that his hand drags along her waist, down the curves of her thigh.

"now moan for me."

Remi Cassel
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[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]"you mean if you turned out to be a really shit pickpocket?"

he shrugs, using the same shoulder to push the door open, leading the out onto the streets of verdanturf. in this part of the town, it smells less like flowers and more like...something. not too pleasant, at least.

"dunno. probably send you packing, then do the job myself."

he gestures to himself.

"but it's difficult for me to be discreet."

they turn a corner, and head down a road towards another bar.

"the guy you're gonna steal from is a cop. make sure you don't get caught."

@elliott
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[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]she obeys, and he rewards her.

much like the west wing of the infamous star soiree, this private room finds its use as well. the music that blares in the background drowns out sounds of pleasure, and by the end of it, he's sighing into the crook of her neck, content.

"like i said," he exhales, lips kissing her bare skin, "perfect."

@jessica

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]his touch is surprisingly gentle as his fingers brush against her cheek, applying sunscreen to the spot she'd missed. not that there was a spot to begin with, of course, but she doesn't need to know as much.

he takes his time, and when he's satisfied, his hand lowers to her chin if only to tip her gaze up at him.

"there. much better."

luka chêne
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[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]he never thought about it like that, but now that it's presented to him, the truth is clear, isn't it?

"i guess so."

even if it fills her with guilt, he finds that he doesn't care.

at least, not as much as he should.

"you said you wanted to know."

@sol
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[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]"nah, you're right. it's not the lines that do the work."

his eyes linger even after she's done. he catches his phone, then offers it right back at her as a stupid idea comes to mind.

"you wanna ride on my shoulders?"

Ceri Glynn

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]"sure, but also, sometimes talking to the target's a fucking horrible idea."

he returns the snort, louder.

"because then they've seen you, they've heard you, and they could possibly point you out in a line-up."

and when it comes down to it, he'd burn all bridges and leave elliott to suffer alone.

at elliott's question, he smirks, standing up.

"yep. the exact same thing, except on the real target this time."

he starts walking out the door.

"come on."

@elliott
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[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]never one to be delicate, her clothes are pulled off her rather than slipped off, and they're tossed to the ground, forgotten as the heat of the moment (and of the fire) washes over them.

she squeezes, and he practically growls in response, shivering under her touch.

"almost."

his hand finds her waist, roaming back to return the squeeze, only much...

"rougher."

Remi Cassel
mission

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]her plea will be heeded in due time. for now, he chooses to remain in control, to take his sweet time with pleasuring her. it's teasing how he pulls away from her kiss, traveling down to her neck, to her collarbone, then to her chest.

"louder."

@jessica

[attr="class","niko"]

[attr="class","niko b"]

[attr="class","niko i"]his hold on her lessens if only to allow her to regain her composure. how she loses it for a brief moment excites him; it reels him in, pulls him close, and hooks him to her. as does the rolling of her hips, of course.

the kiss he returns is equally starving. his lips part for moments if only to taste her, relishing each moment as once again his touch grows rougher. they travel along the curves of her body, floating up to her chest.

@jessica