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[Namur chuckled a little, still biting at her ribs, savoring the way it made her squirm. He dug his nails into Rip's back again, and bit wide enough to have something to hang onto as he brought his hands all the way down to the waistline of her pants, then let go with his teeth as he traced his fingers along just under the hem until they met low on her abdomen. Fanning his fingers out so he could feel her with the webs, he surged upward, and picked up sliding her shirt over her head where he'd left off earlier. Namur stretched out on top of her, nuzzling his nose under her chin, setting his teeth against her throat, then seeking out her ear. His voice somehow carries through the water as it normally would, raspier than usual, and breathless.]

Seems like yer havin' fun, babe. Want more?

[He tensed and slid his abs against hers, just so she'd be sure what more he was talking about.]

Edited Date: 2016-01-04 12:26 am (UTC)

[Every nip, every bite and even the feel of his nails spurned her on. Rip bucked her hips and trembled beneath his hands as she clenched her legs against him.

The feel of webbed hands along her soft pale skin moving her shirt up.. She was loving it~. Rip tilted her head up when he nuzzled under her chin and felt fangs press against her delicate throat.

It wouldn't be hard to clamp down and tear it out.. or for him to destroy her if he wanted... and that seemed to excite her even more as he spoke in her ear. ]

Yes~. Give me more before I take it from you.

[There was no doubt what he was talking about~. Her shirt was already floating off, leaving her in a black lack bra and pants... perhaps he should see if the panties matched the bra next~.]

Sheheheh shit yer impatient.

[Smirking, Namur takes one of her hands and begins to explore every finger one by one. Touching, pulling, pressing his lips against them, biting them. Then her palm, wrist, and the back of her hand, and so on until he's covered everything she wants in little scratches and bite marks. If she doesn't seem to appreciate something he does he moves on quickly, but when she does, he lingers. He wants more of her, too, but he wants to drive her mad- and make her enjoy every moment. She'll get what he asked, and probably more than she bargained for in some ways, but she won't be able to claim he isn't thorough.]

[Can he blame her? He was hitting almost all the right notes to get her excited.

Even the nips.. the bites, the little tugs to her fingers and hands excited her and she could smell her blood from the little scratches. Nothing large.. just faint little traces where his teeth dug a little much into her skin to leave thin little scratch marks.

He'll find there isn't much she doesn't enjoy, though, she does tug away a little when he went for the back of her hands, a spot she definitely wanted him to stay away from considering the seals.

Rip let out soft little pleased moans as he continued to nibble and tease her fingers and occasionally rocked her hips against his, teasing him as much as he was teasing her, though considering the position.. there wasn't too much she could do to tease right now.]