"Depends on what you're into," Erin murmurs; she kisses, nibbles, but restrains herself from feeling Daisy up. Her sovereign doesn't often like to be touched that way...
Which, speaking of: "A lot of those ideas do need me to top. Not all of them, mind. If you've ever looked at Tinkerbell with lust in your heart that can be your future, but...I'm my own strap, I can touch you with extra limbs -" Sharp teeth, scraping just barely down Daisy's neck, "- or be your personal dildo -"
There's a low, almost rumbling hum of both thought and interest, that isn't immediately followed by either being expressed in words. It has been a while since they flipped the script a little, and Daisy can't say it doesn't sound appealing right now.
The first not-so-subtle hint of what's going on in her head comes in the form of fingers curling around Erin's wrist and dragging her hand up to Daisy's breast, still covered by the simple shirt. Shamelessly, she encourages Erin to grope at her, whilst her own hand never leaves Erin's wrist.
"Not—" a long, slow breath, "not bad ideas. Maybe leave the last one 'til— 'til at least later. Want to really see you, right now."
Erin nuzzles into Daisy's neck, her cheeks hot. It's not like her sovereign to say something so close to 'I missed you', and it puts a warm feeling in Erin's chest that makes her wanna cuddle up and talk about her feelings and all the other things she absolutely knows are not what her lover wants right now - and not entirely what she herself wants. So instead she takes the invitation gladly, squeezing Daisy's breast, shuddering breaths washing over the Hunter's skin. "I feel so stupid asking this," Erin murmurs, "but 'm gonna ask 'cause it's you...is eating you out down there too close to being eaten, my sovereign?"
Daisy already knows about Erin's hair, but the other part of that potential situation...it hasn't come up.
The shaky, breathy sound that escapes her next is half laugh, half moan. "Mm, never— never been an issue before. Be more worried about me losing track of my hands."
She knows consciously not to touch Erin's hair and has never failed to keep her hands to herself, but there's been close calls—rarely, never so close that it were visible, but still. The concern is there.
"Mmm...noted." Erin's other hand slides under Daisy's shirt, feeling her skin and reveling in the sheer trust of it. "Bedrooms last, I think," she murmurs. "I dunno about you but I don't wanna have to replace the beds after we just got them."
Daisy's lips quirk into a crooked smile, "Mm, yeah—would be nice to have somewhere to sleep tonight. Should— should be careful of anything too breakable, f-first. Really."
Her eyes slide not closed, but half-lidded. The claws on the hand still wrapped around Erin's wrist dig against the protected flesh beneath them—not hard, not even all that deliberately. The firm muscles of her abdomen flutter under the touch of the fingers brushing against skin, and she breathes. Trust, and relief, and love that she's still not really put in words.
Murmured, "Wish these trousers were a fucking skirt..."
"Girl, same," comes the breathy whisper. "But I've got an idea, my sovereign. This is when you tell me if I shouldn't start living out fantasies of picking you up and pushing you around."
A gasp draws past Daisy's lips a second before she tugs at the lower with her teeth, head falling back against Erin as she both appreciates the sting of pain and considers.
"...go ahead," she says, finally. "You'll know if I stop enjoying it."
She's never hesitated to make that clear when needed.
"That's my sovereign," Erin praises past bloodied lips. She presses a sticky kiss to Daisy's neck, licks her there, hands sliding down to the Hunter's hips...
She lifts her lover and carries her to the open window, pinning her hips up against the sill with her own. She scrapes her teeth down the back of Daisy's neck, lets go of her hips to grab her shirt instead and tug up, up -
"Let's show some passers by the amazing monster I'm with."
It really is only with Erin that Daisy could let herself be manhandled without violent, defensive instincts kicking in. There's only a momentary flash of reflexive tension before it all fades away and she's breathing a laugh as she lets Erin haul her into the open window, grasping at the sill to steady herself.
Her head falls forward at the sharp sting of teeth and she exhales again, warm and amused, as fresh spring air tickles newly exposed skin.
There's a split second where even Daisy isn't sure how she's going to react to those two key words, breath catching momentarily in the back of her throat even as warmth floods her face—
But then she lifts her arms, if with a fond roll of her eyes and a faint snort of, "Cheeky..."
"I'd be disappointed if that got you tame for the night," Erin murmurs, even as she pulls the shirt up and -
(Throw it outside it'll be hot.)
As correct as you are, we own two shirts between us right now, so. No?
(Damnit.)
Later, head voice, later.
- tosses it onto the floor in the house. Roaming hands frame Daisy's breasts, squeezing and lifting, putting on a show. "Doesn't it have an appeal, though? We both get so tired of playing at being human sometimes..."
Daisy's hands fall back to the sill to support herself, being careful not to crack the wood or stone even as her knuckles whiten. The flush in her cheeks spreads across pale skin, patches of scar tissue stark where the colour doesn't take so well.
"Y-Yeah," comes out after a moment, head nodding where it droops forward once again. Eyes half-closed, she can't help but watch the way Erin's hands toy with her. The noises that slip free of her are low and rumbling, something just to the left of anything truly humanlike. "Y-Yeah, it does. Still cheeky, though."
"Mmm, we're both cheeky. Be my good dog, Daisy. At least until you get bored and fuck me for revenge." Erin pinches Daisy's nipples and tugs on them, smirking against her lover's neck. "Do say yes, so I can turn you around and fuck you in this window..."
A strangled little moan is followed smoothly by a deep, animalistic growl that Erin will know isn't a threat, or a warning, or anything of the like—she's heard those kinds of growls before, and they're nothing like this. It's heated, and feral, and just a little bit needy.
Her head nods again, claws scraping at the sill. "Y-Yes, okay— yes."
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Which, speaking of: "A lot of those ideas do need me to top. Not all of them, mind. If you've ever looked at Tinkerbell with lust in your heart that can be your future, but...I'm my own strap, I can touch you with extra limbs -" Sharp teeth, scraping just barely down Daisy's neck, "- or be your personal dildo -"
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There's a low, almost rumbling hum of both thought and interest, that isn't immediately followed by either being expressed in words. It has been a while since they flipped the script a little, and Daisy can't say it doesn't sound appealing right now.
The first not-so-subtle hint of what's going on in her head comes in the form of fingers curling around Erin's wrist and dragging her hand up to Daisy's breast, still covered by the simple shirt. Shamelessly, she encourages Erin to grope at her, whilst her own hand never leaves Erin's wrist.
"Not—" a long, slow breath, "not bad ideas. Maybe leave the last one 'til— 'til at least later. Want to really see you, right now."
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Daisy already knows about Erin's hair, but the other part of that potential situation...it hasn't come up.
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The shaky, breathy sound that escapes her next is half laugh, half moan. "Mm, never— never been an issue before. Be more worried about me losing track of my hands."
She knows consciously not to touch Erin's hair and has never failed to keep her hands to herself, but there's been close calls—rarely, never so close that it were visible, but still. The concern is there.
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Daisy's lips quirk into a crooked smile, "Mm, yeah—would be nice to have somewhere to sleep tonight. Should— should be careful of anything too breakable, f-first. Really."
Her eyes slide not closed, but half-lidded. The claws on the hand still wrapped around Erin's wrist dig against the protected flesh beneath them—not hard, not even all that deliberately. The firm muscles of her abdomen flutter under the touch of the fingers brushing against skin, and she breathes. Trust, and relief, and love that she's still not really put in words.
Murmured, "Wish these trousers were a fucking skirt..."
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Sharp teeth pierce Daisy's shoulder, just barely.
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A gasp draws past Daisy's lips a second before she tugs at the lower with her teeth, head falling back against Erin as she both appreciates the sting of pain and considers.
"...go ahead," she says, finally. "You'll know if I stop enjoying it."
She's never hesitated to make that clear when needed.
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She lifts her lover and carries her to the open window, pinning her hips up against the sill with her own. She scrapes her teeth down the back of Daisy's neck, lets go of her hips to grab her shirt instead and tug up, up -
"Let's show some passers by the amazing monster I'm with."
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It really is only with Erin that Daisy could let herself be manhandled without violent, defensive instincts kicking in. There's only a momentary flash of reflexive tension before it all fades away and she's breathing a laugh as she lets Erin haul her into the open window, grasping at the sill to steady herself.
Her head falls forward at the sharp sting of teeth and she exhales again, warm and amused, as fresh spring air tickles newly exposed skin.
Teasing, "That— that explains the windows."
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There's a split second where even Daisy isn't sure how she's going to react to those two key words, breath catching momentarily in the back of her throat even as warmth floods her face—
But then she lifts her arms, if with a fond roll of her eyes and a faint snort of, "Cheeky..."
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(Throw it outside it'll be hot.)
As correct as you are, we own two shirts between us right now, so. No?
(Damnit.)
Later, head voice, later.
- tosses it onto the floor in the house. Roaming hands frame Daisy's breasts, squeezing and lifting, putting on a show. "Doesn't it have an appeal, though? We both get so tired of playing at being human sometimes..."
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Daisy's hands fall back to the sill to support herself, being careful not to crack the wood or stone even as her knuckles whiten. The flush in her cheeks spreads across pale skin, patches of scar tissue stark where the colour doesn't take so well.
"Y-Yeah," comes out after a moment, head nodding where it droops forward once again. Eyes half-closed, she can't help but watch the way Erin's hands toy with her. The noises that slip free of her are low and rumbling, something just to the left of anything truly humanlike. "Y-Yeah, it does. Still cheeky, though."
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A strangled little moan is followed smoothly by a deep, animalistic growl that Erin will know isn't a threat, or a warning, or anything of the like—she's heard those kinds of growls before, and they're nothing like this. It's heated, and feral, and just a little bit needy.
Her head nods again, claws scraping at the sill. "Y-Yes, okay— yes."