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☠Fifteenth Reel: Haters [VOICE]

[For a while, there is only the groan of wood in the background before a sigh can be heard.]

I hate...whatever month this is. A portion of my crew disappeared, I've heard voices compelling me to KILL all of you interlopers in exchange for whatever I wanted...

Mind you, I did not get what I wanted. [She does sound irritated by that.]

I've been imprisoned, again, and had to fight a hoard of undead...AGAIN! This time for a week. The only silver lining being that the sea bitch is DEAD.

[SIGHS]

I think it's perfectly okay to sleep forever, or celebrate, for an equal amount of time. I'm far too tired to make a decision at the moment. So with all that said, any suggestions?

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[Grell has to admit, such a confrontation would make her month. She laughs, probably the only good laugh she's had all month. It feels pretty good.]

Would he really? [That poor kid won't know what he's in store for. There's a door that she opens for them to go below deck. Then she realizes something.]

So, I'm hot, hmm~?

No doubt about it. He got all bent out of shape just because I said you were hot. Dude probably hasn't even lost his v card yet, he's so innocent. The sight of us together would be fucking traumatizing.

[He's exaggerating, but he's sure younger Dave would be upset. They would probably have that exact conversation verbatim.]

Hell yes. You are so fine it's like I got pulled over for drunk driving. Do you know how much they charge for that? I'd have to pay thousands of dollars and they'd impound my Cadillac.

What's a v card? [Sorry, Dave, slang like that wasn't in Dirk's notes for her. Or maybe she just didn't get to that section yet. There were a lot of words to know.]

You can't drink and drive? The nerve of that law! [It's sarcasm, but at least she got the point. Before they open the door to her quarters, she pulls him down so they are almost the same height.]

You're not so bad yourself, hottie~! [The kiss she gives is short, but lasting a bit longer than previously. With a smile, she opens her door, glad she left some candles burning.]

V is for virgin. [That's all the explanation she should need, right?] And I'm totally responsible when I drink. That was just-

[He stops talking when she pulls him down. The compliment makes him blush a little and the kiss nearly paralyzes him. He stands in motionless daze for a second before following her into the room.

Perhaps more telling than Dave's momentary hesitation is the fact that he doesn't start talking again right away. Grell's kiss rendered him speechless for a little while. He guesses she's serious this time. Last time was all talk and no action.]

I know we were talking about a candle light dinner, but I didn't realize I was gonna be eating out.

This is a...metaphorical card, correct?

[She could only imagine the embarrassment of actually carrying such identification. If it's an actual thing, then she'll have to inquire more about it with others.

The fact that she could render him speechless by such a short kiss and compliment makes Dave all the more cuter in her eyes, and she wonders just how much experience he has with assertive people like her. The lack of talking from him for a moment or two doesn't register much to her as she removes the blanket she had wrapped around her and neatly spreads it onto her bed, revealing the long button-down shirt she's wearing.]

Hmm? [She looks to him before remembering humans needed nourishment more than reapers did.] Silly me! I should have offered you something! Are you hungry? Thirsty?

Yeah, it isn't an actual thing.

[He hasn't had much experience with anyone as assertive as she is. He was a celebrity, so people used to bend over backwards just to see him. Dave was coddled and catered to, but no one was as forward as Grell. It's kind of amazing. There aren't any pretenses with her and he likes that. Dave is so full of pretense himself that he has more than enough for the both of them.]

No, I don't need anything. That was a metaphor for something I can do with my mouth. I'm good with my mouth.

[Dave wipes the smug grin off his face and walks over to her. He's trying to be serious. He gently sets his hands on Grell's shoulders and looks into her eyes.]

I'm only hungry for you.

Good! Imagine carrying that around!

[He won't need to worry about pretenses with her. She only acts for idiots who deserve it, or if she needs to hide something. The explanation he gives about his metaphor makes Grell think for a moment before her face hues. She got that, definitely. But when Dave gets more serious and places his hands on her shoulders, and then says that...

Her face turns almost as red as her hair.]

You...are? [Dear Fates, no one has ever said that to her in two centuries...or, well, at all.]

Edited 2014-02-03 08:17 (UTC)

I am.

[Dave touches Grell's cheek, threads his fingers through her hair, and kisses her softly on the lips. He's wanted to do this since they first met, though he wouldn't have kissed her so passionately. A lot of things have happened since then and younger Dave isn't the only one he could've lost.

He puts a hand at her waist and deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue along hers with the practiced skill of someone who's had plenty of experience. Dave wants to kiss Grell long and hard until they both come up for air.]

[His hand is warm against her cheek, and the feel of another's touch makes her skin tingle, but his kiss is off the charts. Yes, many things have happened, and she would have accepted that she would've died in that fortress, but she was glad that she didn't. Delaying something this wonderful would have been tragic.

A hand comes up to his chest, reaching until she finds his collar while her eyes are closed and tugs him near to close the space. Her other hand is preoccupied with the hairs on the back of his neck, playing with them idly. Plenty of experience indeed, and Grell makes sure to share her own as she gives back, attempting to wage war between their mouths. Unfortunately for him, she doesn't breathe, and she plans to steal his breath away. Just because she can.]

[Dave feels warm all over when Grell pulls him close. The hand at the back of his neck sends chills down his spine and he moans softly into her mouth. The way she kisses back thrills him and for awhile it seems like he could go on indefinitely, exploring the corners of her mouth and battling with her tongue, but eventually he has to come up for air.

He pulls back and gazes into Grell's face for a few seconds, just long enough to catch his breath. Usually Dave is all about singing his own praises, but he's never been kissed back like that.]

You're really amazing.

[At times, Grell hums in pleasure, and others she grips onto his hair as if bracing herself for combustion. It will be hard to forget how he tastes with such thorough explorations, not that she plans to forget.

The inevitable breathe for air comes, and his compliment strokes her ego more, but she has the right of mind to look a bit bashful about it.]

I try. A shame you need to breathe. I could have gone on forever. Tasting you.

[A finger runs over the side of his sunglasses.]

Isn't it too dark for these?

That sounds like a good idea.

[He was about to lean in for more when she touched his shades.]

I have eyes like an eagle. Well, maybe more like an owl. Because night vision. It's never too dark for a sweet pair of shades.

[Dave is just making excuses. His eyes aren't any better than anyone else's. He's pretty sure he knows what she's getting at though. Everyone wants to see what's underneath the shades.]

But we both know they aren't the only thing you want me to take off.

[It is totally that she wants to see his eyes. Far more intimate without pesky sunglasses. Grell smiles softly at his statement.]

So very true-- [Grell's eyes cast away from Dave's face to something else behind him, as if something has caught her attention. She narrows her eyes and frowns.]

Behind you.

[Dave would have taken them off eventually, though he might have teased her for awhile first. His fingers move to the buttons on his shirt, but he stops before unbuttoning them.]

What is it?

[He turns his head, ready to whip out his sword if necessary. He didn't think they'd get attacked in her cabin, but you never know.]

[That works perfectly. With quick movements, that will probably cost her the rest of her energy, Grell will take those sunglasses before he could turn around. He'll find her suddenly standing on her bed, wearing them over her own.]

Absolutely nothing~! [Wow, how could anyone wear these on a constant basis? They're far too dark! She can barely make out Dave in the room.] How can you see?

Hey!

[Shit, she's fast. It's not often someone can out run him. Dave just stands there confused for a few seconds. Then he sighs.]

You ruined my big reveal. I was gonna take them off dramatically and it was gonna be sexy.

[He was going to do it right in front of her too, so she could gaze into his eyes and see how red they are. Now he just walks over to the bed, defeated.]

The sun's really fucking bright where I'm from. It'll burn your retinas if you don't wear shades.

[Yes, she's quite fast. If she were at full strength, she'd be more of a problem.]

You still look sexy...maybe... [Okay, she has to lift the glasses from her face to really see, but encountering his eyes being red makes her blink.] Well, that explains things. [She tilts her head, smiling.]

Such lovely eyes you have~! [Sitting on her knees, Grell offers a hand to him. He's not just gonna stand there, is he?]

[He takes her hand and climbs onto the bed.]

The reason they are this sexy color is because they don't have any pigment. [He takes his sunglases from her and sets them down on the nightstand.] They're sensitive to light.

[He gazes into Grell's lovely green eyes for a moment and then goes in for another kiss.]

[No pigment? That seems strange to her, since every eye has pigment of some sort. It may have to be a question for the back burner, since kissing will take a high priority.]

We don't really need light, now do we? [She leans in as he does, bringing up her free hand to the back of his neck. Her eyes slide close with a hum of content.]

[Dave is a strange person. His eyes aren't even the strangest thing about him, but there will be time to explain later. For now he'd rather kiss her. He moves his tongue more slowly this time and after he's conducted a thorough examination of Grell's mouth he grabs her free hand and guides it toward the buttons on his shirt. He's wearing far too much clothing for this encounter and he wouldn't mind some help removing it.]

[Grell uses the benefit of not having a schedule to keep to and takes her time with sliding her tongue along with his, discovering smooth and ridged surfaces. Being lead to his shirt buttons is one thing. Having the patience to unbutton anything is absurd. Her fingers grab the opening at the top and gives it a yank, hearing and feeling those pesky things flying all about.

She's not really sorry.

Her mouth finds a place between his jaw and just below his ear and nips at the skin there as she pushes off that useless shirt.]

[Dave groans into Grell's mouth when she rips the buttons off his shirt. Now he'll have to buy another one. It doesn't bother him much though. He keeps kissing her until she stops to nip at his skin. That draws an entirely different kind of groan from him, one deeper and more sensual. He pulls back to toss his shirt aside. She should be able to get a good view of his chest and all the scars scattered across it.]

God damn, girl. Who said you could rip my threads? Not cool.

[He doesn't sound the slightest bit angry, just impatient.]

[Her fingers trace over the scars when she sees them, fascinated by the lines.]

No one needs to give me permission. [Grell then looks to Dave with a grin, letting her hands roam over his abdomen. The very nice abdomen.]

What will you do about it, hmm~?

[Dave smirks when Grell touches him, but he doesn't answer her challenge with words. Instead he undoes the first button on her shirt effortlessly, tugging the fabric open. He leans down to kiss her neck, tongue sliding along her skin before he sucks it into his mouth. He savors the taste the same way one might savor a fine wine.

It doesn't take long for his nimble fingers to finish unbuttoning her shirt. See how easy it is? He doesn't stop there though. Dave guides Grell's hand to the buckle of his belt while he continues to suck on her neck.]

[She always thought words were fickle, and actions spoke volumes. Yet while the soon-to-form hickey is well under way that sends goosebumps along her skin, Grell starts to wonder if Dave is fine with her body. It's something that preoccupies her mind, and plays a tug of war between enjoying all this attention and gaining attention where she doesn't want it.

Once the shirt is undone, Grell's concentration focuses on what Dave is doing. It's easy enough to multitask, moaning while undoing the fastenings and making sure to appreciate the bulge there with a squeeze.]

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