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Pine Garden
YOLF:
Justice
He contemplated her impatient, almost alarmed response for a moment, cycling through the advice and answers of the many humans he'd come to know over the centuries, in particular those who weren't frightened by him, who wanted him close.
Justice patted her hat, pushing the brim over her forehead and eyes with an out-of-practice laugh. "Do you take me for the kind who'd plunder someone's heart by charming their body? It didn't turn into that." He paused and inhaled, ruffling her head through the hat. "... you jealous?"
yinsukin:
Suerte
As Suerte's face was obscured by the brim of the hat, her grip on his clothes loosened. Slowly but surely, she lowered her hand, letting it fall at her side. Once again, she allowed one hand to go back to her butt as if checking for a tail. Then, she smiled devilishly underneath her hat, before lunging forward at him, this time, not giving him a chance to poke her away. Her breasts pressed up against his cloaked chest and she looked up at him with a smile.
"Maybe you wouldn't, but I would," she said, giggling almost uncontrollably. "Although, I prefer to call it marking my territory. Now I am really curious. What was her body type? And by that I mean, how big were her boobs? And by that I mean, did you like them?"
The cowgirl looked down at her own cleavage, guiding his eyes down there as well. "Do you like these? C'mon, did you say I was pretty because of the face or the body?"
YOLF:
Justice
"It's not polite to talk about someone else when you're out with a lass," Justice rumbled. He couldn't work himself up to that mood with Nanako when that caul of anxiety lingered and solidified around her - he merely lent her his chest so she could stave off the cold of those thoughts while she didn't release them.
Right now, though, he was comfortable in his cynicism. Suerte struck closer to it, and paradoxically, he noticed it less than when keeping pace and worrying for the squirrelgirl. It reminded him less of what he wasn't. He was relaxed enough that one arm wilfully wrapped around her waist, keeping her where she was, and he let his gaze wander.
"But you've got both of those, and you know it." The rider made a crooked smile, and for a moment it exposed his teeth, before he parted them to continue. "And a good look in your eyes."
yinsukin:
Suerte
11:00am
Suerte's soft hand reached up and lightly brushed against Justice's cheek. "Good answer," she said, letting herself get lost in his eyes. "But I have never been one to be all that polite. Besides..."
It was common knowledge that you could learn a lot about a man by staring into his eyes. That is why cowboys often make eye contact as they draw their guns, making their intentions clear to their opponent. When she stared into his eyes, she saw a strange sense of content or interest? At the very least, he liked what he saw.
She lowered her eyelids and her grin widened even further. "You've already struck out twice on that front."
However, the true reason cowboys stare one another down is so that they can obscure their hand movements from each other. So it was only natural that she reached down below his waist to check his weapon and what she found made her giggle. "It feels good. You know, you shouldn't have told me you didn't have sex with her, because now I want you even more. Team up with me. I want to see what those hands can do in action."
YOLF:
Justice
11:00 AM
Suerte spoke his language. Not the language of the executor, but the other one that he believed universal, the language of the outrider, the gunslinger, the frontier-walking devil. Of course he'd reciprocate when it was used for this purpose. Justice throbbed under his armor and outer layer, where she could feel out his arousal, and he dipped his head down, his breath on her shoulder.
"Alright, I'll show you ," the rider said, and his mouth slipped past her clavicle with a touch from rough lips, to nip at her chest just above her cleavage. His voice echoed again, as the hand around her waist drifted possessively to her hips, and the other brushed the ends of her hair. "Where do you wanna have this mission?"
A thought of Nanako passed through him, when his eyes were too close to Suerte's skin for her to read them. She had said, earlier that morning, she was going to the neighboring district to have fun at an arena, and he wasn't obligated to follow. The rider had taken her up on that, though he didn't plan to do anything cheerful - until now.
He had no set time to meet with his temporary roommate. And it would be disappointing for him and the cowgirl both if he wasn't in it. So he hoped the outing would do Nanako good, then set his worry aside to suckle on his... teammate's skin.
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