|
|
|
|
|
Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-20)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Eight rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-24)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-20)
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 4:53 pm
 |
|
|
 |
There was absolutely no resistance as Junko returned to press a heel into his chest to force him back to the ground. He grunted, letting go of the length of hair he'd been holding, and instead reached for her ankle, palms sliding up in a cool caress along her calf as dark eyes followed that pale line up to her thigh, the lacy tops of peek-a-boo stockings, then up to green eyes.
Oh no, it was definitely not over.
She attempted to lift her foot, and Seiji's hand's tightened around her leg, holding her still. Then, with an evil little grin, he was dragging her back, throwing off her balance, to bring her crashing back down on top of him where he could lock arms around her, pinning the pretty monster to his chest.
"Dinner can wait." This coming from him.
HP: 28
DMG: 5
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Eight rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 9
Total: 21 (2-24)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-20)
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 5:38 pm
|
|
|
|
To be fair, Seiji didn't try all that hard to keep her pinned. He was having a damn good time wrestling with the ghoul, and her repeated attempts to pin him down only seemed to rile him up further.
His hands hit the ground to either side of his head, forced down by the combined force of petite hands and coils of hair, and he just grinned up at her, dark eyes blazing in the darkness created by the curtain of her hair as it slithered around them.
"Mmhmm," he'd hum, legs sliding up so his thighs pressed into her back, nudging her forward. If she thought he was just going to give up, she had another thing coming. "So hot." And he'd snap his teeth at her, neck straining, giving her back another knock with his legs.
HP: 13
DMG:3
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Eight rolled 2 12-sided dice:
5, 12
Total: 17 (2-24)
|
|
Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 5:41 pm
|
|
|
|
Junko huffed. What was he grinning about? "What's so funny? I won aga--"
He hummed and she felt his legs move, making her squeak when she felt them push her toward him. "Rude," she hissed, glad for the darkness covering up the heat in her cheeks. What now? She had him pinned, and-- "" Her English slipped, jaw dropping slightly as he managed to knock her down from her knees. Her elbows hit the floor and she landed fully on him. Hot? Her? No, he was just being a jerk.
She shook her head, leaning down to n** at his bottom lip and then lean down to whisper into his ear. Without waiting for any kind of response she lifted her hands off his arms and pressed them to his chest, giving a harsh push as she got back up onto her feet and walked away from Seiji again. She fished her phone out of the pocket of the coat she had just hung up, taking a seat in the comfortable arm chair she loved and crossing one leg over the other with deliberate slowness while she settled down comfortably. A number was picked off speed dial, and she started ordering dinner.
She's ignoring you, Seiji.
HP: 39
Damage: 11
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Beejoux rolled 0-sided dice:
Total: 0 (-0)
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 7:01 pm
|
|
|
|
Oh she was fun when she was flustered, but the confident, commanding ghoul that kept him pinned to the ground was almost too hot to handle. Seiji leered up at her as she pressed her hands to his chest, and then just got up and walked away?!! Infuriating. Utterly infuriating. What she she playing at? This was totally unfair.
So has she took a seat, phone in hand, one lovely leg crossing over the other, Seiji rolled up and onto his knees. The glint in glowing eyes was still there as he started across the floor towards her and finally knelt before her.
Politely he waited until she had finished ordering their dinner, then his lips were brushing across her knee, fingers light around her ankle and tracing cool lines up along buttermilk skin. A kiss, the soft brush of his tongue, lips and teeth playing along the side of her thigh as he worked his way upward, stopping only as he reached the hem of her skirt.
There he paused, eyes rolled up to watch her, and she might have one the spar, but he knew when he'd won the war. Grinning, the ghost rose up between her knees to catch those lovely lips in a kiss.
They didn't have long, their food would be there soon. But it was long enough.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
