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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' ''Drip. ''
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| − | The steam condensed slowly on the ceiling tiles, wetness slithering between the cracks like a thousand tiny serpents. It gathered itself into backwards pools that dangled down, sparkling like ice crystals in the blue-white lantern light. They grew fat and heavy and finally came tumbling down, sending ripples across the pool as they struck or adding to the growing sheen of dampness that covered Seventh Moon and plastered his uneven locks to his head.
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| − | The Lunar stretched his legs out far and enjoyed the novelty of heated water, letting the warmth soak deep into his skin. The bathing room of the manse was different that the ones he was used to in the red-lantern. No tubs, just a large, nearly flat pool that looked damn big enough for several people. Which was probably the idea, he supposed. But Seventh Moon was the only one in there at the moment, after hed sent away the servants whod filled the thing up for him.
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| − | Been a while since hed had a bath. A ''real'' bath, at least. Not since theyd shown up on Rustys doorstep and everyone had hoped into the fountains. Moon scooped up a washrag hed left floating in the pool and wringed it out over his head, steaming hot water cascading down his back and over the lines of his chest.
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| − | And washing a milk film out of the black, necrotic wound still gouged into his chest. The reason hed sent the servants away, instead of trying to talk the ladies into joining him. Seven Moon tossed the rag back down to soak again and leaned back against the edge of the pool with a long sigh.
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' She'd eaten her dinner, and dressed up in her dress. Not ''her'' dress, specifically, but it would adorn her body. Wearing the Wrapping of Sighs and her greatcoat over it once more, against the chill of the night's air, Selina reflects on that as she walks down the corridors.
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| − | It was really a pity she didn't bring any outfits with her from home. But no point regretting that. She'll have enough to deal with tomorrow, when at least three people are salivating over her at once. At the bare minimum.
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| − | ''I shouldn't be surprised, but oh well. ''
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| − | And then she comes into the bathing room in her random wandering, not having noticed the steam until she was in the room, and looks at Moon. "...ah. Been awhile since we had any baths, I guess." She steps up to the pool of hot water. "Had a good day?"
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' Moon smiled even before he opened his eyes to look at her, head rolling back against his shoulders to watch her step into the room. To watch her walk. Felt like it had been a while since they'd seen each other last. What a difference a day could make, y'know?
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| − | "Somethin' like that." He nodded, rolling over in the water and folding his arms over the edge of the pool. It helped keep the wound out of sight a little and gave him a good view of her from the ground up. The silvery tattoos across his body, normally hidden, glimmered along side the tiny waves his motions sent through the water. "Care ta hop in?"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Sure." She says easily, sweeping out of her greatcoat with a speed that belies the amount of practice she has in taking it on and off -- something required by her trade. The thigh highs and long gloves come off with less practiced ease, as does her leotard, the gleaming green hearthstone dimmed and unactivated even before it seperates from contact with her body. Soon enough, her pale skin, marred in a few places with paler scars and the angry red one at her belly, is open to the night air.
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| − | "Maybe this time, a fae won't shadow me as I bathe." Selina says with some amusement, sitting on the edge of the water, then moving wholly into the pool. Her pale golden hair billows out behind her. "Oh, what a day I had." The woman's tone is a bit amused, and a bit exasperated.
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' His eyes moved slowly over her as she undressed, admiring pale skin and scars alike. Even the one on her belly, hateful as it was, had become something hed become use to seeing. Sides, it meant they were sort of a matched set now.
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| − | He flipped over slowly as she slid into the water next to him, grabbing the wash cloth floating beside him as he did. A cake of soap sat on a small plate behind him and he picked that up as well, slapping it into the cloth and molding them in his hands.
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| − | "Yeah? Tell me whats weighin' darlin'. I got an ear open." He nudged her forward gently off the step bellow the water line, to the deeper water bellow, then claimed her seat for himself. He arranged himself with one leg to either side of her, just under her wings, and began to massage the soapy cloth against her shoulders as she spoke.
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Pulling her mass of hair around to the front so it won't tangle on Moon's body or hands, Selina shrugs, muscles untensing a bit in the hot water and Moon's working with her shoulders. "Opal needs someone to swear to. I told her you, Kanti, or Fiona. She can't swear to me. She'll probably end up giving her word to Kanti."
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| − | "And, I met the Pale Angel again. A few times. Guess the prince did sleep with her. We were both invited to Iria's -- if you wondered where I was the last few hours."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Kinda." He admitted, frowning at the mention of the Captains name. "Whatcha go see that bitch for? She wanna hire ya ta slit someones throat or somethin'?"
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| − | As he spoke, his fingers squeezed into the muscles of her shoulders hard, then released and repeated it again. Stretching his thumbs out, he rubbed small, deep circles against her shoulders and the base of her neck.
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Well, someone called Kadel, one of the people you got to help in the revolt, is throwing some kind of naughty party tomorrow night." Selina stretches her arms forward and up as Moon rubs into her shoulders, cracking her fingers before moving them down into the water again.
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| − | "Iria's...odd -- though I wonder if this is just a general trait of this city to newcomers like me. She got me and Vorpa--I mean Lilith to try on these racy dresses for the party." Selina pauses for a moment, remembering her reaction to Vorpal's entrance with her's. And decides to mention that later. She had however caught that faint glint of covetuous desire in Iria's eyes -- Selina was too practiced a temptress from her years of hunting dives and parties to not know that look. "Apparently I impressed her. I do wonder..."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Ah yeah, that thing." They'd all been told about Kadel's party. It was something Moon was looking forward to, even if he wasn't sure yet he'd be allowed to attend. But hell, if he was up for moving around, why not? Besides, he had incentive to show up now. Moon took a peek over her shoulder as Selina stretched her arms forward, watching her breasts practically float up in the water. Given what she normally wore, Moon was damn curious to see what exactly Selina considered a "racy dress."
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| − | "Oughta be a hell of a night, yknow? Damn near everyone shoved together like that?" Moon rasped a delighted chuckled. "Be fuckin amazin if the place is still standin the next day."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Or if ''we're'' still standing." She chuckles, thinking of what's going to probably go on. She certainly wasn't letting anyone else peel Vorpal's dress off, though. That would be her reward for patience. "I get the impression there'll be plenty of...things, going on."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' Dunking the washcloth back into the water, Moon splashed the suds off Selina's shoulders. He began to explore her back, tracing across the lines of her shoulders and along the edges of her wings.
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| − | "That's the rumor." Smiling again as he thought back to all the things hed heard about Kadels parties. A couple of Heaven House girls had even worked one once. They still blushed when they spoke about it. He wondered how much Selina went in for that kind of thing. Wasnt ''his'' usual scene, but shit, you only lived once, right?
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| − | "What was that bout Opal havin ta swear somethin?" He asked suddenly, his finger finding the knotted muscles at the roots of her wings and kneading into them expertly.
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "One thing first, though." Selina says, wings perking up, stretching, and then moving back down in the water to either side, black feathers floating idly now. Her back has a few scars as well, though the large and elaborate one which Dreamshard creates every time she uses it, is already beginning to fade away. "Those racy dresses? ''Her's''. Had to be fitted to the Pale Angel and me. Makes me curious."
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| − | "And yeah, Opal needs to swear to stay around here. She's exiled. Also, have you guys been paying her for her services?"
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Services?" Moon tilted his head to the side, water dripping from his long hair, eyes glinting playfully. Where he came from, 'payment' and 'services' meant something pretty specific. But he knew that wasn't what she meant, wasn't even sure she'd get the joke, so he shrugged instead. "Ain't really asked her ta do anythin'. She makes shit, y'know? The kinda shit she makes... be damned if I'd know what ta ask for."
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| − | He held off saying anything about the dresses, only cause she seemed so damned eager that he do, focusing himself instead on massaging Selina's back and slipping his fingers around to tickle her ribs playfully. Still, he couldnt keep her hanging on a point forever and he was a bit curious himself now. Hard to picture the bitch Captain in anything but a uniform or armor. "Whatcha curious 'bout? Why she had um?"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Well...hmm." Selina thinks of what words she ought to use. Hard, really. She decided on something less businesslike. In other words, something Opal herself probably wouldn't have said unless pressed. "She feels like her skills aren't valued and that she's just slaving away for us at our beck and call, mostly. Didn't you ask for something from her? She wasn't too specific."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Yeah, while back. Asked ta borrow those masks she picked up." Moon went on rubbing Selina down as he considered just how much he should really say about that encounter. Or at least the last few moments in it. That had been... an odd moment, when it all came down to it and was the reason he'd sort of kept a few steps back from Opal lately. Least until she could calm and cool a bit. Not what he usually preferred to do, but the emotion hed ''wanted'' to inspire and the one hed got out of the pale lady had been two different things.
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| − | Moon decided to pass on the details in the end, shrugging once more. "She didnt ask for anythin, just told me ta take um. Fuck all if Id have much ta give her in return back then anyway. Least ways, nothing ta give her she seemed ta want, yknow?"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Huh." Selina says, shrugging at that. "Well, if she doesn't ask, and when asked doesn't know, then there's nothing to give."
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| − | "And yeah, I'm curious about why that woman has those dresses. Those're the kind of dresses you peel off, you know." Selina knows very well herself, having a few back at home. It seems forever since she last wore any of them, though it hasn't been that long. Easing herself back into Moon's hands, she chuckles. "She's a hardass, and doesn't seem the type to prance around in that."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Maybe the bitch side lines as a workin' girl when she gets bored." Moon grinned at the thought of Iria doing hard time between the sheets. Sheeyit, bitch deserved to get chained down in a Factory for a few days, after all she'd done to his kind. "Too bad she aint the type ta let anyone peel um off her like they oughta be. Wouldnt mind seein that."
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| − | There was a chill seeping into the air as the water began to cool a little. Tossing aside the rag aside, Moon eased off the step, determined to submerge as much of himself into the water while it was still warm. He wrapped his arms around Selinas waist bellow the water, pulling the Windia back against him tightly, her skin like silk against his chest even as the touch of it made his wound burn like a bitter frost. That was something hed learned to live with. He kissed her shoulder, then rested his chin upon it. "Whats it matter anyway though darlin? Ya got all ya need from her now."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "I don't think she's got all she needs from me." Selina replies lazily, moving back and leaning against him. She knew there's a wound there, so she doesn't lean very firmly. Odd, that. She wondered if application of Void based energies would eat away the necrotic poison. Afterall, Oblivion devours ''all''. "Maybe you will see it. But I dunno. Who's her husband, anyway? I didn't see him at her place."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' Moon's brows went up, but he said nothing to the fact. It was hard enough picturing the Captain in even so much as a skirt, let alone rolling the sheets with another lady. If Selina was right though, that just meant tomorrow night was going to be all the more interesting.
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| − | "Guys named Tiomen." Moon answered, embracing Selina tighter to let her know the weight was fine. He lifted a hand out of the water and pushed a finger through her hair, sweeping it away from her ear so he could nibble it softly. "Dunno much 'bout him, 'cept that he use ta be a bandit or somethin' down south. Ya see him every now and again, usually with her. Never could tell if I should hate his ass too or feel worry for him, yknow?"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina giggles at that, then smiles slyly, though Moon can't really see it. "So she married a bandit."
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| − | ''...She wouldn't do '''that''', would she? ''
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| − | Too wide a leap for her, Selina thinks. Though there's always a possibility. "Maybe a bit of both. And I'm sure some people think that when they see you and me."
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| − | "And plenty of people hate my ass." Selina grins a razored grin to herself, and pushes her rear back into Moon's lap for emphasis. "Though, most can't do shit about it. Most."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' Moon inhaled sharply as she pushed backwards unexpectedly, letting the breath out in a soft chuckle. "Yeah, well, anyone ever tries, theyre gonna answer ta me pretty fuckin quick. I'm pretty fond'a that ass." The arm still wrapped around her waist curled around even further to give rump a swat before it could settle back down. He flashed her a feral grin in the corner of her eye. "Rest thats attached ta it aint too bad neither."
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| − | "Ya really think people look at us like them?" Moon asked a moment later a little in bewilderment.
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "She's bloody heavy handed about keeping order in this place and kills alot of people who don't need killing." Selina says, moving forward a bit, so she doesn't turn this conversation into something else, quite so soon. Enough time for '''that''' later. "And me...well, you know some of the things I do."
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| − | "Either way, people probably figure the poor man out of the pair is lucky and cursed at the same time."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Yeah, I do." Moon agreed wryly. The things Selina did sometimes disturbed him deeply. But after what hed seen out of the Vestal and then the Parishioner, it didnt take much to realize how much worse she could have been. Least he could understand her ways, usually.
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| − | "Whatcha think on it darlin?" He asked her, leaning them both back further. Letting himself sink a little more into the water. The steam had gone completely from the room by now and everything above the water felt uncomfortably cold compared to everything bellow, about as much from the water itself being warm as the other body snugged against his. "Am I lucky or cursed? Or both? Hell, maybe both of us are, y'know?"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Hard to say, isn't it?" Selina replies, her wings fanning out to either side, floating just below the surface of the water, immersed in its heat. "Everyone with power is. But then, so're the people without. Different kinds of curses and benefits. But that's life -- nothing's perfect."
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| − | "Amuses me, though. Somewhere out there, the Prince and the Pale Angel are refining certain kinds of knowledge." The woman giggles naughtily, eyes flashing turquoise light for a moment. "Tomorrow, I ain't letting you go without having someone to hunt. It's what we deserve for all this shit."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: '''"Sure as fuck nothin aint." He agreed with a sigh. Still, be nice maybe if shit wasnt so fucked up all the time. Be nice to maybe just live the good life a while.
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| − | Those thoughts were for another time though. Moons body tensed ever so slightly against Selinas as she told him her plan.
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| − | "Like who?" Moon asked, eyes flashing as the list of women around them even worth chasing passed through his mind. Opal, Vorpal, Iria... maybe the fae-woman? Just the idea itself sent a crackle across his skin and ignited a hunger behind his eyes. Been a while, been a ''long'' while since he got to really chase after a lady.
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina chuckles again, more throatily this time. She has as great a love for the chase when watching others (if it is not something she is against) as in doing it herself. "Well...there are a few, aren't there?"
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| − | "Opal, the Pale Angel, and the Captain, come to mind as first and foremost." Selina pauses for a moment, considering the others. Kanti was too fearful...Days too eager. Neither would be a good chase. "Out of those three, I'd say Opal or Iria. Even I'd feel bad depriving the Prince of his girlfriend...though I'm peeling that dress off of her, no matter how sullen he gets."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "All alone?" He rasped, lips and nose caressing up and down the back of her neck. "Gonna keep her all ta yaself? Greedy darlin'. Greedy..."
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| − | He figured she'd have her reasons for it, but when he imagined the two women laying side by side in a bed together Moon wasn't too sure he'd give a damn how depressed it made the prince either.
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| − | "Guess I could settle for onea the others though," he murmured. He remembered Opals kiss in the hallway, how full her lips had felt, how firm her body had been against his. He pictured with some relish the Captain writhing under him and the guilt that would tear her up afterwards. Settle probably wasnt the right word for it.
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Ah ah ah, I don't necessarily want to tumble her." Selina purrs wickedly. "I just want to be the one to slowly peel that dress off of her. The act alone is enough to savor."
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| − | There had been some force reminicent of her earlier reaction; that deep seated hunger. She'd tease it tomorrow, it with. And let it build up more. Too much of the original desire she'd felt had fled -- this had stoked it. Selina intended to whip herself into worse before she finally let it out.
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| − | "As for the other two...which would you prefer?"
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' Moon considered that question more carefully than he had his decision to lead the city into rebellion, his hand almost unconsciously stroking Selina's thigh as he mused over it. Opal or Iria? Opal was better looking by far, though in the same way a statue was beautiful. She was hard to get to and strange when you finally did. Shed be fun to track and stalk, to corner into a dingy little room and put some color into that white skin.
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| − | But Iria. Iria was the Captain. She was the bitch whod done more to hurt him in his life than anyone he could name. How satisfying would it be, to listen to her guiltily pleasured whimpers? To drag her down without doing anything more than kissing the right places.
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| − | "Mmm" Moon rumbled throatily, a sinful little smile crossing his face. "Opal. If shes gettin uppity bout wantin ta be paid, figure I owe her a lil favor for the one she gave me."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Then the thought struck her. Odd, that it had not before. "Opal may not even come, though. This party doesn't seem her thing at all."
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| − | ''And Days will be there. Wanting her, no doubt. ''
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| − | She probably owed Opal that explanation, if the woman didn't figure it out on her own. Doubtful she would fail to.
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| − | "I'm surprised, though. All that tension with the other, and you want the one you just met. Shame, that." Selina's eyes slit to thin lines at the thought of watching that tension unfold into something else. It would be as delicious as what she intends to do with Vorpal. "If you want pretty, I can do a better than either of them. Though something tells me, Opal will be easier to catch."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Tch. Aint bout pretty. Got enough that already." He huffed in bemusment. Moon brought a hand up bellow her chest. Not quite touching her yet, but tickling the soft and sensitive skin that lay in the shadow of her breasts. "Its bout the mess, yknow? Less ta clean up after with Opal. Less chance'a havin' a vindictive bitch out ta fuck me over any way she can. Less chance'a havin' ta kill her husband later if he gets a stick up his ass 'bout it. "
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| − | "''But, ''" he grinned wicked and wide, the tip of his tongue sliding across his fangs. "For the Captain squealin' in my ear? Still worth it. Pick her second just ta avoid a mess, but Id still pick the bitch. More ta fuck her up than ta fuck her, though bein one in the same makes it twice as nice.."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina snorts a bit amusedly. "Not gonna watch Opal with you, though. ''She'' may hold that against me. And she ain't as fun to watch. It's all about the tension -- see my little spat with the Pale Angel."
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| − | "But if Iria wants me, there'll have to be a little exchange in order."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: '''Moon glanced over Selina's shoulder, head cocked to the side. "Ya got so lil faith in my ability ta keep her distracted?"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina giggles a bit as Moon tickles that skin, then exhales longer than usual. At the end of it, she shakes her head. "Aw. Don't have to fuck her up, so to speak. Haven't you ever slept with an enemy?" A bit of heat, more than before, creeps into her voice. "It's so...intense. Sometimes it overwhelms them so much they call it even and there isn't any mess. For that time."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Ain't really the way tends ta go 'round here, y'know? ''Always'' fool round after the fight. Too much blood up, gotta let it out somehow. So winner takes what they want." Moon smiled lopsidedly at memories of blood-drunk love making in dark alleys, with girls whod been trying to knife him moments before. Hot, wet skin in cold northern air...
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| − | "Aite... ''sometimes'' it is." He conceding, chuckling softly. Then an edge came into his tone, something a little less pleasant and a little more mean. "Sometimes it aint. Sometimes ya wanna make um remember, yknow? Makes a lot of um think twice before they start shit again."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "I guess I understand that..." She trails off. Sometimes, she'd done that to other people. And sometimes they'd done it to her. Though, most of the times with the latter, it'd been because she ''let'' them.
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| − | Afterall, it got her going to see someone riled and trying to show her a lesson. And trying to rile her by doing it that way.
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| − | She smiles a little, wickedly, not quite benign in that. "Oh, what would you do to her to make her think twice?" A curious tone, a naughty one, with a slight undertone of malevolence. "Just a taste, aye? Some spice for her to think about. Is it delicious?"
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Hm..." He smiled again, at the tone in her voice and the thoughts it put into his head. A razored smile, fangs glinting from his lips, glinting as hot as the sparks in his eyes and the breath that caressed the back of Selinas neck. "Maybe find somethin' she think's she don't like so much and ''make'' her like it. Maybe find somethin she does like and keep on her about it, but never let it take her, never let her feel... satisfied. An do it till she hates ya for it, shes bout ready ta beg or cry just ta get off."
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| − | Moons arms crossed around Selinas torso, hands cupping over her breasts. He kissed the tops of her shoulders as he hugged her back against him, voice slightly muffled as he spoke against her skin, watching her face from the side. How much she did go in for that sort of thing? Sounded like she was speaking from experience. Moon wondered who shed done it with. Or how shed done it. "... lotsa ways ta make her remember. Some are kinda fun for her, for a lil while least. ''All'' of um are fun when youre doin the give n not the take. Or doin ''all'' the take and aint givin back."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Part of her rather liked the idea. Another part of her...not so much. Iria had invited her over, fed her dinner, and was going to let her borrow a dress to prance around in and likely steal the party with tomorrow. Though she couldn't know how mean Moon meant, really.
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| − | But it still heated her up nonetheless.
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| − | "What it'd be hellish just for her to be there?" She asks, almost innocently. That was her attraction, more than rubbing in any specific sinful act. "Some people -- all you have to do is get them to want you. So bad they'll never forget. Never able to forget that one night, that one hour, that one ''moment'' when their body sang to yours more than anyone they'll ever meet again will." Her voice is tinged with predatory desire. Charmaine knew it, at least she thought so. Selina didn't have to play her game of dominance to own her utterly. "Even if they can't stand you otherwise."
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| − | "That can be one of the greatest cruelties of all."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Yeah, might be... happened a few times before, yknow?" Those times, amusingly, hed never really been trying. Just taking to bed ladies who hated him, who wanted him dead, and showing them a better time than they'd had in a while. Or even just showing them a good time at all. "After that, tend ta hate ya even worse. Just give um a smile ta remind um..."
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| − | Moon liked the idea the more he thought about it. Would that work with Iria though? That would be the ultimate revenge. Making her want him, then never taking her to the sheets again. Seeing the hate in the uptight bitchs eyes every time they met, seeing her burn in the memories, seeing her sweat if he moved closer...
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| − | Not his style. He was more direct. The only times it had happened before were accidents, but...
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| − | "Fuck that would be fun." Moon whispered is wicked amusement, letting out a husky laugh.
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "You don't even want the hate." Selina says, almost a whisper, shifting forward a bit to settle her breasts more firmly in his hands. She was fairly bothered now, unfortunately.
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| − | ''Wait, goddamnit. ''
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| − | "You want the longing. That's how you know you struck deep. People hate for anything. They long for much less."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Naw darlin'." He whispered back with a shake of his head, squeezing as she leaned into his hands. He let one hand fall away and stretched the other one across to takes it's place, almost cradling her chest. And letting his other hand begin a slow journey downwards, tickling over her ribs first. "I want the hate too... wanna see it there with everythin' else. See it in her eyes."
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| − | "Wanna see the bitch ''burn''." As he hissed out the word, his voice shattered to a throaty rumble. Inhuman and predatory, like a wild dog about to pounce. And his hand slid further downward, running back and forth against her belly. "Burn with everythin' that can burn."
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| − | "Cause once aint gonna be enough." Once was ''never'' enough. The tips of his fingers reached her thighs, teasingly stroking them and nothing more. "And I wanna see that bitch hate me and hate herself a lil more ever time I drag her inta the sheets..."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina chuckles, and now it's as deep and predatory as Moon's own. "Oh, she'll burn alright." She wanted him to dip his fingers a bit further down...but he didn't. Well, soon enough.
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| − | "It's different for men, yes? We burn when you thrust in us, among other things. What makes you burn, I wonder?" Something she'd often wondered at, in those long years after having the power of the Chosen lurking in her body and soul, at the back of her mind. All those memories -- every so often she was a man, in some of them. And she knew women -- and men -- as a man would. But the memories never brought the feeling across well enough for her to truly know. "Sheathing yourself in her, grinding her down on your hardness. Do you burn then? I'll have to...watch that."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Everyone burns different darlin'..." he answered, the truth of the world he'd learned a long time ago. "Under or over. Bound or blind. Some of 'um get off on gettin' hurt."
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| − | Moon supposed he did too, but not in the same way. Pain just meant violence. Violence meant danger. And danger was... arrousing, when under other circumstances you'd happily tumble the person trying to kill you. But even that wasn't the greatest sensation.
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| − | "The grindin', thats just fun. Wanna know what makes me burn?" He asked and then obliged her unspoken desire, his hand slipping between her thighs.
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Ooh~." Selina giggles a bit at that, then shifts sensuously back into his grasp, not opposing the action. "This does, darling? Is it better with clothes in the way or without?"
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| − | Not, of course, that they hadn't done that either way by now. "Though, Iria probably'll be wearing some little thing tomorrow. Like the one she's giving me to wear."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "That." He agreed with a chuck of his own, nuzzling softly behind her ear. The sound, more than the feeling. The tremor of pleasure and want in her voice. In any womans voice. And the scent, that warm musk that rose when they grew excited. That meant they wanted him and being desired? There was ''nothing'' more arrousing than that.
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| − | "Mmm... good." There had always been something a little more exciting rolling with your clothes half on, but it wasn't until Selina he'd learned to appreciate it so deeply. Clothes, what they hid and what they didn't, could make things far more interesting. "You oughta show me whatcha gonna be wearin', so I can start figurin' out how much of it ta take offa ya."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Oh, I can do that. Though we mustn't mess it up." That could wait until later. Though such a nice dress...would have to not be ripped. That'd be fine, though -- she looked forward to feeling Moon peel it off of her and slip underneath it as she planned to do with Vorpal's. "Rumpling can come tomorrow, along with the captain's if she agrees to this little run. But...dipping your fingers in her will really be the best part?"
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| − | A real pity she hadn't taken that one offer a few nights back, when that gang girl had sized her up. She wondered how specific to her Moon's habits were. And then she wonders, off-handedly, what the rest of them like. So many people dismissed sex as a trivial pursuit -- but you could learn so much about someone by how they pursue lovemaking.
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Only if it tickles a sound outta her..." He murmered, letting his fingers move against her to do just that, touching the places he'd learned in the past she liked to be touched to try and snare out another pleasured sound. Hearing it out of any woman was exciting, but there was something... enthrawling when it came from her. He went on in a low purr, shifting his body behind her slightly to rock with the motion of his hand. "Hearin' the sighs, the gasps, the moans... smellin' the sweat, the blood, all those warm scents."
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| − | "Touchin's nice, but ya miss a lot when thats all ya notice..." Which was why it was nice to watch two ladies go out at sometimes. He didn't have the patience to be a passive observer for too long, but being able to watch the expressions on their faces, seeing the little motions they made when something felt good or hurt in a good way. He'd yet to really see Selina do that. Perhaps with the Captain? Give and take a little, if she wanted to watch him. "And what makes ''you'' burn darlin'?"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "Mmmm..." Selina exhales with a pleased tone, enjoying that little foray. She rubs back against him with that, blushing a bit.
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| − | "Me? Oh...so many things, it's hard to decide... With you..." She considers that, knowing it'll be easier, at least, to identify what it is that way. "I'd say it's nothing specific. More like being close to you. Wrapping my arms and legs around you," Her voice gets a throaty, sultry forcefulness. "Pressing against you while we 'dance'."
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| − | "With others, it depends. On the woman or man. Iria's older than me, married, though I got a kid too, so something a little...sneaky. Naughty. From behind, caressing, maybe."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' Moon's brows went up and his eyes widened as she mentioned having a child. But surprising as that bit of news was, he asked no questions on the subject. Not here or now. That could wait till later, when the sound of her voice was doing a little less to cloud his thoughts.
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| − | Or when the thoughts were directed a little less towards the image of Iria's rump high in the air and Selina molesting her from behind. That was something he could stand to watch a while and he let out a deep rumbling growl of approval. To that and to everything she had said.
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| − | "Show me." He challenged, eyes sparkling in wicked delight. Moon leaned into her and lifted his hand to her chin, turning her face to the side so he could bring their lips together, kissing her with a ruthless hunger that almost seemed intent on sucking the very breath from her lungs. When it broke, his face stayed close to hers, lips nearly touching as he spoke, a wolfish smile on his face. "Trade ya even. You watch me tumble her, then I watch you."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' She meets the kiss with almost as much intensity, but doesn't overreach his lust. Afterall, she's just hit a spot with him...though he with her as well. "Oh...you say that like it'd be a concession." Selina says slyly, meeting his smile with a naughty smirk. "I wanna see if she holds on to you for dear life...like I do sometimes. Because you're so good she '''needs''' an anchor."
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| − | "And what do you want to see me elict from her?" Selina asks almost ravenously, getting more and more caught up in the mutual fantasy.
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' Moon growled softly in delight at the picture she painted for him and kissed her again as he envisioned Iria bellow Selina once more. His skin had flushed with excitement as they shared this scenario between themselves, as much by what was said as to hear her saying it.
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| − | What would he like to see? To hear? To sense... ? Toes curling, fingers twisting into the sheets, face burried into a pillow to muffle screams... easy. Too easy.
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| − | "Fuck all if ain't too much for her ta handle darlin'. Gettin' her ta ask for more shouldn't take much..." He turned his eyes up to hers, playful and intense. "So how 'bout seein' if ya can make her beg ta stop?"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "I can try." Selina purrs back, thinking of how she'd do that. Charmaine had wanted more and more and more...but Charmaine was one of the more demanding Chosen Selina'd ever been with. Iria wasn't that naughty...she hoped.
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| − | ''I wonder what Vorpal's limit is...? ''
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| − | "It may...take awhile, though." The Windian says smoothly, teasingly. "Maybe she'll have to have something else to focus her mind on while I do that. Maybe licking the lollipop?"
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' "Long as she don't try ta take a bite." He answered with a snicker. But his eyes glowed at the suggestion. Did Iria ever do that sort of thing? He almost hoped not. It was so easy to picture looking down at that face, eyes bitter and defiant, even as she pouted her lips and made a use of her tongue for something worthwhile.
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| − | "Think maybe I'd have time ta spare for that..." He cast Selina a glance suddenly, head tilting to the side. His eyes gleamed and his face flushed as he regarded her, still excited by the fantasy but deeply curious. "Wonder what she's gonna say ta all this..."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' She chuckles lightly at his first comment, then considers the rest. It'd been lurking at the back of her mind all that time, and a little before. Was almost as bad as those fantasies she'd shared with him of dividing Vorpal between the two of them...only Iria was his enemy, not her rival.
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| − | "That's a good question, really." She settles back into his arms, wondering what to say. "She probably won't want to if she thinks it's going to mess her up. Or that we want to because that's what we want to happen."
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| − | Selina turns her head, looks over at him. "Well...times've changed, like you said, and I did too. She can't get away with being so sloppy with her justice that she shits on the rest of the Boil anymore. But that goes both ways, really. Making her feel like shit with this probably wouldn't start the new times off well. If she's any judge of reading people she'll be able to get some clue of that if we ask."
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| − | "But that doesn't mean you can't give her such a nice ride she can't get it out of her mind." She says with that naughty smirk. "I'd much appreciate if you got her a bit addicted..."
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| − | '''Seventh Moon: ''' Moon listened silently as Selina spoke, nodding at each of her comments and settling a little more relaxed. It cooled things just a little to have it put that way, but Selina was right. Much as he might have wanted to, turning the bitch into an emotional wreak was damn near as bad as just killing her. Wouldn't help the city get back together. In fact, it would probably make things a lot worse. Forgiveness for what she'd done... that wasn't going to be coming any time soon. But he could at least hold off on fucking Iria over until his city was better.
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| − | Well, fucking her over ''bad'' at least.
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| − | Selina's smile brought the grin back to his own lips and sent warmth through him again. "You'd appreciate it, huh?" He stroked her thigh, letting his hand sink deeper and deeper into the warmth between them. Moon's eyes flashed challengingly. "How much?"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina giggles naughtily and moves her arms around Moon's neck, as if she was caught and bound from behind, and wiggles herself into a less slouched position, better for...other things. "How about a show of that right now?" Her voice is sultry, movements seductive once more. "When you have me ''and'' Iria panting over you, I'll give you a '''much''' better idea."
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