[ If she showed any sign of significant submission, he would have been more than content with settling things right here and now. Possibly even offering to get her more cereal if she was really that bent out of shape about it. Having Panty like this was a little bit cathartic after all the shit he had to go through before. Maybe there was something good to come of this, Weiss told him earlier. And with his head clearing in the slightest from the blinding fury of before, he finds his way back around to that thought. Maybe she was right...
OR Panty can just ramp things up like a little shit as her sultry tones reach his ears. Of course, it's not enough to make him loosen his grip on her at first. If anything, it has him pressing her harder against the wall. ...up to the point where he can suddenly feel her hips pressing back against his. His lip turns into a half frown to that connection. It's made even more prominent considering that neither one was receiving Chroma from their initially spiteful spat...until the part where she's practically got her ass grinding up against him oh-so-slowly. ] Ggh-
[ "Harder, daddy." ]
Wha- [ Theeere's the counterattack. The blond's face floods with crimson, eyes widening as his grip on her shakes for only half a second. Half a second is all the angel needs before he's the one getting pushed off of her, and suddenly slammed with his back against the wall. Now the roles are reversed as the back of his head hits the wall and hard. Shit. Was it really letting his guard down? Or were his Sanguis urges starting to sway just a little off the side of aggression? If they have, he hasn't noticed. ...not yet. ]
I ain't repenting for jack!
[ A lot of talk for a guy whose face was as ripe as a tomato. The halo and wings were definitely new. Slightly at odds with the horns on her head, mind, but she certainly fit the bill of "angel" by stereotypical description better. ...if one ignored the frilly short skirt, exposed midriff and her top that liked to hug her...assets just enough to be noticeable. If Cloud were any less fueled by the moon, that might have been enough to stop him in his tracks for a longer time. But for now, he can tell that she's ramping things up in more ways than one.
...
Over fucking cereal. But he's still cautious despite the urge to go in fists a-swinging. Right now he's deliberating whether he should have had a sword on him or not. Because if she's taking things this far...those panties were coming off. Any other time that thought came up, it would have been embarrassing. But in Panty's case? That's "Uh oh" territory. ...okay maybe it wasn't a good idea to whip those out?
In the apartment?! THINKING ABOUT IT? THEIR BOOKSHELF WAS WRECKED AND THE WALLS WERE ALREADY DENTED. ...not to mention the clean-up from where Chuck went splat. ]
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OR Panty can just ramp things up like a little shit as her sultry tones reach his ears. Of course, it's not enough to make him loosen his grip on her at first. If anything, it has him pressing her harder against the wall. ...up to the point where he can suddenly feel her hips pressing back against his. His lip turns into a half frown to that connection. It's made even more prominent considering that neither one was receiving Chroma from their initially spiteful spat...until the part where she's practically got her ass grinding up against him oh-so-slowly. ] Ggh-
[ "Harder, daddy." ]
Wha- [ Theeere's the counterattack. The blond's face floods with crimson, eyes widening as his grip on her shakes for only half a second. Half a second is all the angel needs before he's the one getting pushed off of her, and suddenly slammed with his back against the wall. Now the roles are reversed as the back of his head hits the wall and hard. Shit. Was it really letting his guard down? Or were his Sanguis urges starting to sway just a little off the side of aggression? If they have, he hasn't noticed. ...not yet. ]
I ain't repenting for jack!
[ A lot of talk for a guy whose face was as ripe as a tomato. The halo and wings were definitely new. Slightly at odds with the horns on her head, mind, but she certainly fit the bill of "angel" by stereotypical description better. ...if one ignored the frilly short skirt, exposed midriff and her top that liked to hug her...assets just enough to be noticeable. If Cloud were any less fueled by the moon, that might have been enough to stop him in his tracks for a longer time. But for now, he can tell that she's ramping things up in more ways than one.
...
Over fucking cereal. But he's still cautious despite the urge to go in fists a-swinging. Right now he's deliberating whether he should have had a sword on him or not. Because if she's taking things this far...those panties were coming off. Any other time that thought came up, it would have been embarrassing. But in Panty's case? That's "Uh oh" territory. ...okay maybe it wasn't a good idea to whip those out?
In the apartment?! THINKING ABOUT IT? THEIR BOOKSHELF WAS WRECKED AND THE WALLS WERE ALREADY DENTED. ...not to mention the clean-up from where Chuck went splat. ]
You're gonna put more holes in the walls!