Save a Horse...

It gets sexy later. Don't say I didn't warn you.

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Bonnie was at it again.

It being her usual occupation, and again simply meaning she was in the middle of it. No need to overthink anything. People were realizing that what they had in their pockets was no longer there, and instead on the ground behind them, or on a table they didn’t remember placing it on. They had to have put it there, of course, how else would it have gotten there?

Her fingers twitched slightly, but she was taking a break, sitting in seedy pub and actually thinking about paying for a nice warm drink or two. She was obviously right at home, the low lights and suspicious undertones making her feel more like herself than anything else had.

People were giving her no second glances, which was how she liked it, though she was sure she knew about three people present, not that they looked how she remembered. No one ever did, in their career.

Tonight, she was herself, with a single streak of strawberry blond hair and a single streak of electric blue on the other side, framing her face. She felt... almost at home here. Almost herself.

Her eyes tracked a few of them across the room, her eyes flashing emerald, and then violet, before settling on grey blue once more.

Where was the entertainment.

They flocked to him, they always did. He was a little king in their seedy underground, out of place and yet completely fitting in. He was one of them and separate of them. The loved him, and hated him. They loved to hate him.

And in return Roul loved each and everyone of them. It was true, he did - the clubs like this, and many others around the globe were where he felt at home, where he had family.

"You're late, Bélanger" a short man stated, saddling up to Roul, who only smirked and and shook his head.

"Everyone else is early, mon ami," Roul wrapped his arm around the other man, an old co worker from his early days, and dragging them both into the crowd slowly morphing around him, "After all, you and I both know the party hasn't started until le Coeur Noir appears." He glanced around the eager crowd, "You know, I've had a good night, have a drink on me men!"

This drew a roar from the crowd, and only caused the man's smirk to grow. Morphing into them easily, he began to mingle through the crowd, a drink getting placed into his hand without him even realizing it was there; although it seemed as if this was as if any other night, just being Coeur Noir amongst his people, but that wasn't the cause. There was part of Roul that was looking, always looking. If there was anywhere that she would be-

His interest was peaked as he heard people complaining about their things moving - misplaced without them thinking they'd touched them at all - Turning towards the pair discussing it now, Roul was about to counter in, quiz them until he found what he wanted, when an arm grabbed him dragging him back away from his goal and towards his usual mottle crew. There was a large grin on all their faces, and Steff held a worn cowboy hat in his hands.

"Hope you haven't forgotten our little wager, have you Coeur Noir?" Roul's irritation at being interrupted, froze for a moment as he looked at the men, and the objects. Up until that moment he had forgotten. But he never would back down from something, particularly something he had always agreed to.

He took the hat, placing it on top of his head and smirking, "Not at all. Start her up."

The lights in the place dimmed completely, settling the bar into complete darkness for a moment before a single light snapped on, focusing on Steff's grinning mug.

"Ladies and Gentleman, I have the pleasure to introduce to you, for one night and one night only," his voice was sounding over heavy bass of the music's intro, "the unique styling of our very own Coeur Noir!"

The light bounced out again, and in the darkness a steady voice, not necessarily the strongest, but enough for this tune came out. From the corner of the bar.

"Well, I walk into the room/Passing out hundred dollar bills/And it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grill.." The light switch on again, swinging around the room until if found Roul lounging on the table, black shirt half unbuttoned, cowboy hat low on his head, and his smirk in place as he scanned the crowd, appearing as if he was looking at everyone, though he was only looking for one person.

A person, that about halfway through the second verse he found, slipping off the table easily, he began to weave through the crowd, singing the song easily as he interacted with people, the whole time his eyes always flashing back towards her. It was always about her.

Stopping in front of her table, he leaned forward, eyes dancing and smirking.

"And the girls say Save a horse, ride a cowboy. Everybody says Save a horse, Ride a cowboy."

Spoiler:

She felt the atmosphere change in a familiar way, the entrance was... she knew who it had to be. Instead of seeming interested, she took a sip of the warm drink that some hopeful had placed before her, winking before disappering.

She was debating leaving when the place went dark. She blinked at Steff, raising an eyebrow at him. She recognized the song almost immediately, a smirk taking over her lips as she followed the spotlot to-

Roul.

She wasn't particularly sure if he knew she was there, but she really should have known. She locked eyes with him as he moved closer, moving to sit on the edge of the table, watching his performance with a small smirk. She tossed her hair as he stopped before her, fingers playing with his collar before she glanced back up him. She crossed her ankles, a small smile still evident. Tilting her head forward to place his hat on her blond hair, she paused before gazing up at him from beneath the brim.

Her eyes were mischievous, teasing almost, as she moved forward and against him to stand upright. Her lips twitched upward as she pressed against him, the hand still playing with his hair trailing downward, over his shoulder, and then down his chest, settling on his pants. She smirked again, winking before hooking her index fingers through the belt loops at his front and tugging him closer so their hips were pressed together.

"Good thing I saved that horse then, eh Cowboy?" She breathed into his ear, smirk still playful as she pushed him away slightly, turning with a flick of her hair and sauntering away, only glancing over her shoulder once before disappearing into the darkness.

The song drifting an end, the music still bounding behind him, Steff getting enjoyment out of playing it on a loop as if he were going to start again, Roul let out a smirking mew of protest as his hat was taken from him, and placed on her head instead.

"Charming," he breathed as she pushed herself against him, the pent up longing he had been suffering with for weeks on end now threatening to burst forth. There was a part of him that just wanted to grab the woman right there and claim her as his but some restraint held him back. "Can't help yourself from stealing can you mon amour?"

Roul reached out for a moment but she was already moving away; that didn't stop him though, not at all. Leaving a smirk towards Steff, and a shrug, "Sorry mon ami, she's got my hat." He disappeared into the darkness after her, not sticking around to hear the other man's muttered "that's no the only thing of yours she's got."

Despite the still darkened lights - it appears that Roul's little show had started an impromptu karaoke amongst the patrons - Roul had no trouble following her, catching her just a few seconds later, wrapping his arms around her from the back, secure but possessive. He was making the claim he hadn't a moment before.

This was his.

"You didn't think I'd let you get away from me twice did you?" he breathed emotion seeping through the claim despite himself even as he pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck.

If she'd really wanted to make an exit, she'd be long gone already. If there was something Bonnie knew how to do, it was escape.

Escape was, however, the last thing on her mind as his arms wrapped around her, his familiar scent filling her lungs as she took a greedy breath through her nose. Her fingers traced over his arms, even as she hummed and tilted her head to the side to give him more access. She loosed a small moan, shivering against his mouth as she pressed her hips back, rubbing against his lap almost accidentally.

"You've fallen right into my trap, mon amour." She murmured, her voice almost steady. She moved her hips again, more purposefully, biting her bottom lip impishly. "Now you're mine."

Roul responded without even thinking, body tensing, and then jumping to life with pleasure as he understood just how close she was. His lips too the access they had been given, trailing along the skin until he stopped just behind her ear, hovering lightly above the skin, tickling it with his soft breath but not following through, not touching lips to skin.

"It's a trap I'd walk willing into again," he whispered huskily, moving his hips against hers softly, but with a pointed intent. His lips brushed and teased the skin with head and ever word. He leaned closer after a moment, laying a soft open mouthed kiss upon the spot. "You never said what you thought of my show."

The anticipation of his breath was killing her, sending her body into an almost frenzy of need, a small sound of protest leaving her lips as he continued to tease her. Her eyes closed, the cowboy hat sliding off her head and freeing her long blond hair. She snagged it before it could hit the ground, but she wasn't really focusing on it, all of her attention on the small bit of skin his breath was teasing, sending shockwaves through the rest of her body.

"Y-You call that a show?" Her breathing hitched, and she tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder, one eye opening to gaze at him. Her voice was teasing, but layered with more than a small bit of want. "I could give a better show tied to a chair." She bit her bottom lip and pulled away slightly, turning in his hold to wrap her arms around his neck. She tugged him downward, her lips just brushing his before she bypassed his mouth completely to nip at his ear. "Feel free to take me up on that, by the way."

Every reaction that she made was like heaven to him, desire, and satisfaction all rolled into one being that was Roul Etienne Bélanger. Watching the hat fall, Roul grabbed it from her hands, softly placing it back on his own head and then using the free hand to brush her hair back, fingering the electric blue streak slowly as he did so.

"I like you better as you," he mused for a moment, staring at the strand between his fingers, almost as if he could cause them to return to their natural colour just by staring at them. Finally he stopped and just brushed it back, "You're more..."

He left that thought where it was, his hand pulling her closer as she nipped at his hear, the breath laugh he gave was deep with emotion. "I'd rather no one else got to see my show. I'm not so good at sharing, you know, mon amour." He pushed his hips against her slowly, a smirk pulling at his lips, "You aren't going to make me share are you?"

Something flickered in her eyes, her gaze moving from his fingers on her hair to his face. Her hand caressed his cheek, and then she leaned forward, brushing her lips against his tenderly. Her lips moved slowly against his, then she pulled away, left breathless, blinking up at him. "I like you as you too." She replied, somewhat lamely, though the emotion in her voice almost made up for it. She was... almost touched by his words. The only other person who preferred her as her was-

She leaned away from him slightly, assessing the expression that came with his words. Her gaze flickered slightly over his face, before leaning toward him again, kissing the tip of his nose. "I-" Confusion stole over her expression as she caught sight of something over his shoulder and glanced away, making to take a step away from him before she was met with his arms holding her in. "-should probably go."

Her expression steeled then, and her lips twirked upward. Her hands moved up over his shoulders, caressing the skin there before she pressed her lips against his once more. "Somewhere with you that's a bit more..." She grinned up at him, lips brushing his with every word even as she pressed her lips against him once more. "Private..."

"You're not going anywhere," he murmured to her first attempt, the words firm but not threatening. His lips continued to tingle and hum, he's tongue flashed out, licking them slowly, the only way to quell the longing long enough to get his point across.

The tense way he had been holding himself relaxed as she stepped closer again, her body against his pacifying him as much as her words had. A smirk, softer than his usual one light up his face as he agreed with her, "As least not without me."

His hold tightened almost possessively, as he pressed his lips against hers leading her in a slow but passionate kiss, the torrent of emotions that had been confusing the poor man for months now, coming across as almost pure innocence in the action. Without detaching himself from her, he spun on the spot and the seedy bar vanished, and this was a small quaint sitting room of a cottage, hidden by trees and distances, replaced it.

The place was an old family property, no one else valued it, no one but Roul; they thought it too old-fashioned, a hindrance to keep up, and no one should get his sister started on actually having to live in the modest place. Roul didn't care about any of those things, he thought it had personality.

At the moment, steady rain was drumming on the roof, creating a background for the otherwise silence. Just like in his apartment the fireplace sparked to life at their appearance, crackling and shedding the only light in the room, casting shadows across their faces.

It was only then that Roul pulled his lips away from hers, bringing his head up to check that everything was she he left it before he bent back down, nuzzling his nose against Bonnie's.

"Is this private enough for you?"

Her lips quivered against his, her hold on him tightening as she found herself completely lost within the kiss. If it were not for the familiar tug and pull of apparation, she would have been quite surprised by their change in location. As it was, there was still a small part of her that spoke against this- competition she seemed to be holding. She could never tell who was winning, and who wasn't. If she were to be asked right now... Roul would be winning. Roul was always winning when he was in her immediate focus, just as Cai was whenever she was around him. They were...

They were two completely different types of people.

But for now, her universe was Roul, and the house they now found themselves in. It wasn't until he pulled away that any of her thoughts were thinkable, and even then it was only a split second of thought, the processes of her mind immediately distracted as he was close to her again, done checking whatever he had been checking. A small smile snuck across her face as she leaned into him, moving her head to the side slightly to rub her nose against his. "Nice place, Rouley." She murmured. "How many of your conquests have you brought here, being Coeur Noir and all?" Her voice was teasing, though something sparkled in her eyes that was almost... jealous? Maybe?

"Is that jealousy I detect in those blue grey eyes," Roul smirked softly pressing soft kissings upon her, on impulse twirling her out away from him before snuggling her close again.

Her thoughts might not always be on him; although he didn't want to live with that - he wanted to be the only winner, always - at this particular moment it didn't matter. She had disappeared on him, without a trace, her favourite talent it seemed. Now that he had her back, all that he cared about was that she was thinking about him now.

Not just him, them. It was an odd thought to the man - them. Was he actually including other people in his thought?

"Couer Noir doesn't know this place exists, neither does these 'conquests' of his," he spoke softly, running a hand softly along her spine as he did so, "As for Roul, well, he doesn't get out much."

"Is that satisfaction I see in those beautiful brown eyes?" She countered, leaning against him and grinning impishly. Slowly, she wet her lips with her tongue, glancing between his lips and his eyes.

Her eyes flashed with their own kind of satisfaction as she pushed him backward with enough force to sprawl him onto the couch, only giving him a moment to realize he was sitting there before she strattled him, placing her hands on his shoulders as she swung a leg over his lap. "That's good." She murmured, leaning forward once more, a smirk playing across her lips as she stole his hat once more. Placing it atop her blond hair, she grinned.

"Couer Noir wasn't who I wanted to give a show anyway." She murmured, leaning into him further. "Lucky for Roul he stays in so much. He could miss it otherwise."

He found himself on the couch, only given half a second to blink over that fact before she was on top of him, the proximity of her, her sent, her weight, her warmth and smooth skin against him created reactions within him that he couldn't help - not that he wanted to.

Leaning forward, trying to catch her lips, he pulled his up into a smirk as she stole his hat instead; not one to be deterred easily he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her in place even as he pressed back, leaning towards her face, stopping close up, breath hot against her skin. Keeping his hold on her with one arm, he used the other to reach up and trace her face with the tip of his finger, running it up her cheek bone, then down her jaw.

"If it wasn't before, it is now."

Bonnie gave a small moan, moving her hips against his as her fingers tangling in his hair. Her lips twitched as she arched her back into him, a grin taking over her features as her eyes closed against his touch. "Rouley, Rouley, Rouley..." She leaned forward with every intention of snogging him quite senseless before a sound distracted her. Pulling away slowly, eyes flickering back open and toward the other end of the house, Bonnie frowned.

She paused, fingers absentmindedly massaging the base of his skull. Leaning forward against him, she moved her lips to his jawline, almost letting herself get distracted. After a slow trail of kisses toward his mouth, she paused again. "Are you aware that there is-" She lowered her lips to his, briefly, moving her lips against his eagerly. "-someone else in your house?"

Roul heard it too, it was just in a rarely optimistic moment that he decided to ignore it. If he ignored it, it would probably go away, wouldn't it? There was really only a small handful of people who could be in the building, and if they knew what was good for them they'd just...

Never leave without sticking their noses in his business.

"Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie," his there was emotion making his voice deeper, huskier, "Don't you know that-"

"I do not see you for half a year, and this iz how you reintroduce yourself?"

A young girl with long brown hair, and a petite figure was leaning against the door frame, her brown eyes glancing at the two, and on her lips was a smirk that made her expression resemble her brother all the more. Her French accent was stronger than anyone else's. She preferred her native tongue over the 'barbaric' English the other two were speaking, but she was willing to go with whatever the others were using.

Roul leaned his head against the couch, the groan that escaped his lips could be described as nothing short of frustrated. He didn't make any move to let go of Bonnie however, "What are you even doing here; don't you hate this place?"

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, the young girl flipped her hair over her shoulder, ignoring the question and instead sitting the only other chair in the cabin's small sitting room. She appraised Bonnie slowly, before glancing at her brother, and then back to the girl again.

"Blanche," she stated, nodding her head at the woman, not offering a hand more than that. "We don not get to meet Roul'z 'friendz', he does not usually bring them anywhere close to us." She leaned onto her knees as if she was trying to get a closer look at the two. "What makes you so special?"

To say Roul was stricken was an understatement. He closed his eyes, wondering if he blocked it out, it wouldn't actually be happening, "Blanche."

Her appraising expression turned into a wide grin, she leaned back in her chair again, completely content with the little chaos she created, and pain she'd caused her brother.

"Oh, Mama'z birthday iz next week. She will have a conniption if you are not there."

Bonnie's eyes drunk in his expression hungrily, his groan waning on her self control before her fo was taken by the girl in the doorway. Shifting against Roul - and being completely unhelpful with his 'frustration' she was sure - she turned completely, sitting on his lap rather than strattling him. "Bonnie." She answered, a slow smirk growing across her face. "Don't you know?" She asked, voice smooth as silk as her fingers continued their play with his hair. "I'm the only one that tied him to his bed without his permission." She gave a rakish grin before shifting again, moving her hips back and deliberately against him.

"Funny. Rouley's never mentioned a sister." She gave him a look that was entirely too playful, and for anyone who knew her, suspiciously mischievious. "Nice to meet you Blanche." She smiled innocently, even as she shifted against him once more, her movements subtle enough to not bee noticable by anyone not directly touching her.

Luckily for her she was on top of the man she was tempting.

"Mother's birthday?" She asked, actually pausing for a moment. "Well we'll have to go, won't we?" She frowned slightly. "Will I need a dress? Suppose I can find one somewhere. Won't be much of a hassle." She grinned again, continuing the subtle motion of her hips with an ease that was almost unheard of.

There was a slight pause in the room, one in which Roul's hold on the woman on his lap - his arms and snaked around her waist once she had turned around - tightened both an act of desire and an act to try and get her to stop that wonderfully distracting moving. Leaning his head against the back of her shoulder, pressing his lips softly to the skin there, he used the pretence to let out a soft breath, tickling the skin, and just barely keeping back the sound that wanted to escape with it.

"Well then," Blanche's expression had remained blank; the silence the only thing that was her reaction, "My brother haz alwayz been a little..." something almost like a frown crossed her features before it flashed back to a smirk, "Zat would be what getz hiz heart."

She didn't remark on the knowledge comment; Roul had never shared with his family, Blanche and everyone else some how assumed he just kept it the same the other way around "Likewise."

Raising an eyebrow, Roul glanced at Bonnie for half a moment, before giving a crooked grin, still pointedly ignoring her movement. He had not forgotten his mother's birthday - he was just slightly surprised that Bonnie would state...

"Mama can deal with whatever you come in," he said with a little grin, "Though, between the three of us, I do think the bondage is a little more than she's ready to handle." His grin softened as he played with an end of hair, "Though, I do think I'd like to see you in a dress." Lowering his voice he added so only the she could hear, "And I wouldn't complain about out of one either."

Bonnie shivered slightly, moving her hips back sparatically, the movement much harsher than she had intended. Biting her lower lip, she glanced at Blanche, a small smile playing across her expression before she leaned backward, lounging backward on Roul quite like he was a throne. She kept herself deliberately against every inch of him, sure that even the slightest movement would bring enough distraction for the man to have to, at least, struggle to focus.

"Mmm?" He was playing with her hair again. Ignoring the warm feeling spreading from her abdomin, she hummed again. "It'll be our little secret then, yes?" The fingers of one of her hands trailed down the outside of his leg, every movement precise and smooth. Their position was keeping any other scent that might be in the room away, and she could only smell Roul's heavy, more than addictive scent.

His words were rewarded with a little shift in weight, hips and body moving deliciously against him. "Not exactly sure that's socially acceptable, Roul. Showing up at a party wearing..." nothing. "that."

"So, Blanche." Bonnie said, shifting forward so that she was more on Roul's legs than his lap. This short reprive from temptation was far from perminant for her favorite thief, however. Her hands went behind her back, the automatic motion of innocent attention toward his sister disguising a much more satisfying direction for her hands to go. She was absolutely sure his sister would miss it, her movements were entirely too subtle, more so when she leaned back against Roul as her hands slipped between his waistband and skin. She disguised her work with an easy grin. "Got any embarassing stories?"

She was infuriatingly, frustratingly, horrifically, amazingly, deliciously incorrigible. Exasperating, distracting, and impossible. Evil, genius, and so completely and wonderfully perfect.

Perfect, magnificent, wonderful. Warped as it was, every inappropriate distraction, every torturous shift, intoxicating taunt - growing desire that she knew Blanche was stopping from following - made him love her more.

"Who wants to be socially acceptable anyway?"

With weary eyes that had nothing to do with what his sister might or might tell, Roul watched the girl slide away from him, nothing he knew about her telling him that this was going to be a good thing. She wouldn't give up her fun so soon, so easily.

"Well, zere was zat time when Aubrey decided to stick him in Mama's dress," Blanche mused slowly, a excited glint sparking in her brown eyes. Tormenting her brother's was in fact her favourite thing to do - it was the only benefit she got out of being the youngest, and only girl. "You would be surprised how well he wo-"

Roul tensed, the grip that had been loose prior to that moment tightening dramatically; any words that he had understood up that point were suddenly completely lost on him. The sharp intake of breath could not go unnoticed by his sister, however - to both their lucks - she mistook it for reaction to her charming tales. Something almost like a whimper was threatening to escape his throat, as he closed his eyes, and resorted to leaning against the woman in front of him again. This time there was a soft bite to his lip's caress. Why did she have to be so-so-so...

"Blanche," again, thankfully, the heavy, growl like tone to his voice could be mistake for just frustration at her presence being there at all. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

It was harder to disguise the smirk trying to spread across her face than she thought. She winked at Blanche, grinning. "That sounds-" Her hold tightened, and her smile sweetened. "delightful to see." The sounds he was making were sending her emotions into a satisfied sort of spiral, a jolt running through her body at his bite. "Oh, come on, Rouley." She shrugged a shoulder, her hands shifting accordingly. "It's not that bad. Just a dress." She smiled evilly. "I bet your sister's got loads of other stories she could tell."

She glanced over her shoulder at him, eyes sparkling in triumph as her hair shielded them both for a short bit, a smirk flying across her lips where he could see it. She slowly bit her bottom lip, sucking softly on it before she grinned again. "You know. Dismissing your sister like that is awfully rude. Doesn't she live here?" Flicking her hair over her shoulder once more, she faced Blanche again.

"Are you the only one who lives here?" She asked curiously. "It's a nice house, in my opinion anyway."

His breath actually got caught for a moment, stuck in his throat as his head swirled with frustratingly sweet temptation. The impulse to get her to stop had long since left him, and now he was only left with a need to -

"She's got other places she can go," he mumbled, more to himself than for his sister. His eyes were still trapped on staring at her lips. If he couldn't follow his impulses soon, he was sure he was going to explode.

Or just not give a bother if Blanche was sitting there or not - after all Nineteen was old enough to figure out these things, wasn't it? She was completely free to leave.

"It iz horrible rudimentary," she scoffed looking around, "Not a single thing of civilization; only reason I am here iz it iz better than my parents."

The laughter that started to come out of his throat was closer to choking, the sound behind it nothing close to mirth. It would almost be enough to make most people take pity on the poor man - he had no confidence that it would work on the two he was with. Bonnie could probably make great friends with Blanche, but Roul wasn't in the position to humour it right now.

Reaching into his pocket, steadying his heads long enough to grab the object inside, a set of keys went flying passed Bonnie and into his sister's lap, "Save the stories for Mama's party- you can bring pictures; take my apartment, no parents, and electricity." Blanche was always eyeing the mysterious place he refused to let his family see; he knew once she was in, he'd have a hell of a time getting her out of there, but at the moment it was worth it.

The younger girl barely gave time to say a goodbye before she was gone with a pop. And she was barely gone before Roul had Bonnie off his lap, and pressed firmly between him and the couch.

"You," he breathed, pressing his lips against the crook of her neck, "Are," he moved lower, closer towards the collar of the shirt she was wearing, "going to pay for that."

Things were moving quickly - quicker than she had originally expected - though really she should have known. She knew all of Roul's little ticks, and she knew how to get him all hot and bothered, this was just one of the many times she had succeeded. She placed a point on the mental scoreboard that held herself and Roul, and added one in her favor. She was now officially in the lead. Beautiful.

She was also now officially pinned to the couch. His heat on top of her was delicious, almost as distracting as his mouth was. She didn't notice Blanche's disappearance, but some part of her must have realized they were now alone in the house, because there was nothing holding her back now.

Her movements were precise, practiced, though they faltered slightly as his mouth moved once more, a small gasp filling her lungs. "Not if I-" She arched up into him, pressing every inch of their bodies together and loosing a soft moan into his ear as her hold on him tightened. "-mmm... what were you saying?"

There was nothing more intoxicating than the feeling of a warm body beneath his to Roul; the contact of a person, any person, use to be enough for him on any day. It was a wonder for him to discover that it being just one person - one specific person - could make it all the more magnificent.

Knowing exactly which buttons to push to undo everything that he was was turning her into a drug, addictive, and pushing everything else out of his mind.

He was not deterred by her distractions. She was of course, very, very distracting - desires were screaming, threatening to overwhelm him, but there had been a key difference now; Roul could see an end point, a time when he could feed them however he wished. It freed his mind to focus on every bit of those desires - take them piece.

And at this moment he was rather determined to kiss every bit of skin he could find, every bit.

"I was saying," his breath brushed her skin as he Continued the path he had already started, working his way until he was out of skin to see - at which point, hands to preoccupied exploring other regions, running down one side of her leg then the other - he proceeded to work the buttons loose with his mouth, after all it was already there. "That you, and I aren't leaving until I finish some very, very important... work."

What was he-

A gasp flew from parted pink lips, and her eyes fluttered closed, a small whimper thick with emotion filled the air, and she was quite surprised to find out it was coming from her.

That's what she liked about Roul. He always gave as good as he got.

It was difficult- trying to focus on making him lose control before she did. Most of her wanted to relax into the couch and let him win- just this once - and reap the concequences with lip and tongue.

Most of her didn't want to go that quietly.

Her mouth latched onto his shoulder, and she was suddenly sucking, biting, doing anything she could to keep her focus away from his hands-

but it was futile. Really. Like she ever had a chance?

A moan vibrated against his skin. His name a gasp of breath.

"Roul..."