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[armwriostle]

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[piltoversvinest]

[ Easy, she can work with. He's playing nice, keeping his hands mostly to himself and letting her fully take the lead. She appreciates that, in most people but especially in men, if she's honest. She's used to brusque and barking voices, used to street toughs walking the lanes like wolves on the prowl, think that she's just another meal. It took a lot of time, a lot of bruises, a lot of nights spent bandaging her knuckles and straightening her nose to remove that idea from the bulk of the population.

But this? This she can work with. He's good, and he's kind of sweat, and she's not oblivious to the fact that he's absolutely gorgeous, either. His muscles are well-sculpted, and his eyes warm, and his jaw sharp, and frankly, it's all a bit excessive, isn't it? But she can work with that.

Easy. Yeah, she can work with easy.

And giving, too. He kisses her back hard, like he's dying for it, and she likes that well enough, likes being wanted and appreciated. Her fingers stay tangled in his hair for the moment, nails raking a little more sharply across his scalp as she lets out a slightly surprised grunt. It turns quickly into a hot sigh, her tongue lashing at his as she pushes for more.

More, yes, more sounds good. How much? She's not sure, but she's bent over right now, and he's practically leaning down for her, and that can't be the most comfortable. So she'll take a short cut. Maybe this won't be comfortable at first, either, but she places one hand on his shoulder and hooks her leg out suddenly, catches him behind the calf and drags his leg out from under him at the same time she pushes forward. Yeah, she'll just deposit herself in his lap as he falls back. He's big, he can handle it. ]

[armwriostle]

[There's a slight shudder that runs down his spine as he feels nails dragged against his scalp. The feel of her hands and the way their tongues entwine is pleasant. He doesn't think much about the height difference or the slight strain on his back, honestly.

A yelp of surprise in the back of his throat as he feels her hook her leg behind his and pulls it out from underneath him. Usually, he's much more perceptive of these things, but the haze of their kiss had him thoroughly distracted. He would have definitely retaliated as soon as he hits the floor, but he suddenly has his lap full.

Oh.

He wheezes out a chuckle, the wind slightly knocked out of him, words muffled between their mouths.] You couldn't warn a guy first? [His tone is light though. There was a bit of flight or fight that had kicked in, but he takes the situation in stride. Still, his usual reaction would be to fight back if someone was trying to take him down and he would have appreciated not having that moment whether or not he was about to get into a fight.]

[piltoversvinest]

[ In her defense - such as it is - Vi is rarely good at thinking ahead on things.  The idea that this might turn into a fight, that she might trigger any instincts or impulses that the big man has doesn't even cross her mind.  She just wants him at a more comfortable position, and she knows just how to make that happen.  That's all.  Well, and maybe the fact that she wants to show off just a little.  Prove that she can handle him.

Not that she wants to actually bruise her knuckles on his face or anything.  It's a nice face.  Annoyingly so, as addressed, but nice all the same, and she's very much enjoying kissing it for the moment.  Just like she kind of enjoys the startled look on his face as she sits herself on his lap, legs parted around him. ]

Thought you were made of tough stuff.  [ She flashes him a lazy grin as she reaches up to wind her fingers through his hair again, tilting his head back and leaning in to nibble over his bottom lip. ]  Come on, you gonna tell me this isn't worth it?

[ She's still not sure how far she wants this to go, but just to keep him on her side, she is going to grind her hips down deliberately against him.  Maybe it'll just be a carrot dangled on a stick.  Or maybe it'll be something he'll really get.  They'll just have to see how it plays out. ]

[armwriostle]

[He also wouldn't want her to bruise her knuckles on his face. He likes his face to be knuckle free, actually. He can definitely agree with this.]

Does it seem that way? I'm quite delicate. [He isn't at all. Both of them can tell with the way his body is littered with scars and an obvious body fit for a fighter. But it does show the man can make jokes about himself. An easy attitude after the initial surprise of having his feet pulled out under him.

He shivers under her touch. The gentle bite on his lips.] I can't complain, you're right.

[He definitely can't complain, a pleased groan as he feels pressure against his crotch, hands gripping at her thighs as if trying to ground his senses and not get too enraptured by the sensations.] I thought we were just flirting. [Well, he guesses this technically can fall under flirting, but damn if she doesn't know how to get a guy going.]