noreasonneeded | IC/Overflow Post

I can only assume you have a very interesting influence on the humans around you. Perhaps this is the sort of thinking you inspire in me, Stella.

I inspire cannibalism? That's dark.

[She laughs as they make it to her apartment building.]

Door or window?

I mean, we said talking about cannibalism and oral sex, not actually doing it? So probably not actually eating people.

I thought we only used the door in cases of emergency?

Probably. You've not ruled it out entirely then?

[She nods and heads to the fire escape.]

I certainly have no desire to eat humans, I find them distasteful enough as it is outside my belly.

Life is shit though, and if I ended up stranded somewhere where the only option to survive was to eat somebody? Depending on the person and circumstance, can't say what I'd do then.

Sure. There is always the potential situation that could require drastic measures.

[Though she looks over her shoulder with a little laugh.]

Good thing I'm not a human.

A very good thing, humans are the worst, but I wouldn't go all cannibal on you, anyway.

[He follows her up the fire escape, letting her enter the warmth of her apartment first.]

That's not what I meant.

[She winks. And then proceeds to giggle like a schoolchild about her dirty joke. Lot's of maturity coming from the ancient diety.]

[Catching onto what she means, he gives her a dry look but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes that belies it.]

You've been hanging around Jesper and Nina too much, you know.

What makes you think I'm not teaching them new dirty jokes and euphemisms?

[She climbs in through the window and waits for him to join her.]

Is that what you inspire? I knew it wasn't really hymnals.

[He follows in after her, shaking off the cold with a little roll of his shoulders and setting the items they brought back aside. He gently reaches over then with his gloved hands covering her arms, still in her jacket, and rubs them to warm her up, too. As he does so he gives her a little smile.]

Hi.

I've had to change and grow. No one is writing hymns anymore.

[Every single time he surprises her with a casual little touch she looks at him with pure love and admiration. It is so obvious on her face when she smiles at him]

Well, hello there.

[Every time she affirms his touch through her smiles and warmth, it helps ease something inside of him. It helps propel him to want to continue, and helps make these touches something he's starting to enjoy.]

Fancy meeting you here.

[A silly line that fits the mood. He lets his hands linger on her, feeling her slowly start to warm up from the friction his hand movements are providing.]

Did you need to freshen up first, or should we get right to the showering?

[As usual he's trying to plan out the night as best he can, to know what to expect, but leaving it up to her in what order they do things. If she wants to freshen up first, or enjoy hot toddies by the fire, he's fine with it.]

What's a handsome man like you doing in a place like this?

[She holds her hands just above his biceps, silently asking permission to touch him in return. They have the safety of layers of clothing, but she never touches him without checking in first.]

Should we get right to business? It would be a very good way to get warm.

A beautiful woman let me follow her home.

[He appreciates her checking in immensely. It's a little gesture that puts control in his hands, and that makes it easier for him. He gives her a little nod that, yes, he's okay with her rubbing his arms, too.]

Yeah, probably a good idea. That way we can warm up more than just our arms.

Seems risky on her part. I've heard you're a notorious gang boss.

[Her hands touch him after his little nod, rubbing his arms in return. More an affectionate gesture than actually warming.]

We can get steamy.

You heard right. Seems she keeps insisting on finding the good in people, no matter the odds.

[He gives a little inhale at the touch, a small shiver, as the island he's on once more is reached for by her. As she makes contact with him, letting him feel her body and love through her fingers, gentle touches, that he's been deprived of for so long.]

Never did ever take a steam. Seems like a good way to start. You want to shower first, or should I?

She seems good. You should keep her.

[She loves getting to reach that island sometimes. Just to try and teach him that her touch can be nice at times.]

Which order would you prefer? If I give you a show first, I'll probably get a more... impressive view.

[of an erection.]

[She's right, and he blushes a little at the thought. He kicks himself for it, a master thief and mob boss blushing at the thought of having an erection in front of her, at how new all this intimacy is for him. For the first time in a very long time he feels young and a bit fumbling over a situation.

His gaze drops, then he forces himself to meet her eyes again.]

You're the one who's been going slowly for me. Which would you prefer?

[He wants to do what he can to try and satisfy her with what he can offer now.]

[His blush is always so good to see. That flush of color to his face. She doesn't want him to feel too embarrassed though, she wants this to be a little sexy exploration for them.]

I want you to be comfortable. If you want to go first that's fine. Or if you don't want to do this at all.

[She will continue to offer him an out. It's part of how she cares.]

No, I want to.

[His tone is firm despite some nerves, looking deeply into her eyes.]

I want to try this with you. Though yeah. I'll go first, then.

[He gives her a nod, then steps away. He takes off his shoes to leave at the door, hangs up his jacket and hat on the back of a dining room chair. His usual routine. Then he lets out a breath and gives her what he aims to be a reassuring smile.]

Shall we?

[He goes into the bathroom, turning on the water and leaning his cane against the hamper. Slowly he peels off his gloves, checking the temperature with his bare fingers. He won't make it as scalding as he usually does because he doesn't want to run out of hot water for her. He lays his gloves on her sink, very neatly. He unbuttons his vest, also neatly folding it up. Same happens with his socks and his belt. As he starts to undo his shirt he looks at her, letting out a small snort because what is romance without a little humor.]

At least you didn't ask me to do a sexy dance while I'm doing this.

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[She nods and his agreement and his decision to go first. She leaves her shoes and coat behind as well and follows him to the bathroom.

She watches him and the neat way he starts to undress.]

If you want to add in a little dance, I'll do my best to not laugh.

[It doesn't lighten the mood, making her giggle a bit at the thought.]

I think I'll avoid the risk at the moment. As much as you do have a nice laugh.

[He's methodological even now, everything gets neatly folded up. Dress shirt, tie, pants, underwear. By the time he's left naked there's some goosebumps on his arms, both from the cold and realizing he's bare in front of her. Sliding open the shower curtains, and leaving them as such, he steps inside and lifts up his shampoo. The warm water feels good against his skin, cascading down the taunt plane of his stomach and thighs. Lifting up the shampoo he has at her place, he pours some into his hand and begins to lather his hair.]

[Her eyes trail over skin as it's revealed. She does her best to not overtly stare. But he is beautiful. Tall with lithe muscle, littered with scattered scars.

Her fingers twitch with the desire to touch him, to lavish him with attention and affection. But for now all she can do is watch. And admire his ass.]

[It takes a little getting used to someone watching, or rather, someone he doesn't mind watching. He sneaks little looks at her to see her expression and what she's doing. His gaze trails down to her hands, then her face, curious to see the reaction he's eliciting. As he rinses off his hair and reaches for his bar of soap, starting to lather his arms and torso first. His skin is warm thanks to the water, pink as he gets scrubbed clean. His locks stick to his face in wet strands.]

Enjoying the view?

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