Date: 2011-05-04 01:44 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lesbolgs
What're you talking about?

[ She thought it was pretty obvious that her favorite color must be red, but that's probably not listed in her file, so she guesses she can let it go.

When Alucard steps closer and presses his lips to her neck, she shrugs her shirt off of her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist on the desk instead of dropping it onto that chair with her sweater. Kyouko tilts her head back as his mouth moves lower along her body, and she groans quietly at the sudden warmth of of his tongue upon her skin.

Though, it's only amplified when she feels his lips some place else, some place much more sensitive. Biting back another sound that threatens to surface, Kyouko's hands reach out to clutch Alucard's skull, fingers threading through his hair as her back arches, trying to press closer. ]

fucking bears B{{{

Date: 2011-05-05 12:35 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lesbolgs
[ Feeling Alucard reach around to undo her bra, she releases her hold on him for a moment so that he can remove it completely and discard it. Kyouko's eyes remain locked on him as his mouth continues to trail lower along her body, and it feels as though his lips are leaving a burning trail upon her skin, spreading from her abdomen, down.

And as he begins a path upward once more, lips pressing against her jugular, her hands then reach up again to wrap her arms around him, fingers pressing into the small of his back. ]


Mn, no...

[ While a part of her was tempted to lie to make herself sound more impressive, it would've obviously been a bad idea all around. Though, many might prefer getting to "break in" a pure and innocent waifu, so it's probably not so bad. After all, virgins in this day and age are mythical creatures, like unicorns. ]

Date: 2011-05-05 01:39 pm (UTC)
lesbolgs: (⊰ be gentle ugu)
From: [personal profile] lesbolgs
[ Exhaling at the feel of his lips and teeth against her earlobe, Kyouko shivers against him. Meanwhile, her body seems to follow the path his hand takes as it travels south, back arcing and hips rolling forward and into his fingers. She bites down on her lip to stifle a groan, legs unconsciously spreading wider as he rubs his fingers against her.

It's almost embarrassing how fast her body seems to be responding to his touches and she's heating up right under his hands—literally. She should probably be ashamed of herself, and there's definitely a part of her that is. This is wrong on so many levels, and she's probably just bought a one-way ticket straight to Hell.

Clinging tightly to Alucard, her eyes squeeze shut as one of her hands drops down to clutch his wrist as his hand continues to busy itself beneath her skirt. ]


What are you, an expert?

[ After all, there's no way he doesn't have any experience. And who knows? Maybe he has a wife and kid back home, complete with a family pet and a house with a white picket fence. But Kyouko doesn't usually care enough about the teachers or their lives outside of school, so it's a thought that only crosses her mind briefly before getting pushed back and lost amidst more important happenings. ]

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