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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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[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.]

[Dave expected her chest to be flat, but as for the rest... no, it doesn't bother him. Rather, he wonders if he's already gone too far and made her uncomfortable. Usually Dave is all over his partners by now; touching, tasting, worshiping. He isn't sure Grell would want that. So, for the time being, he decides it might be better to switch the attention away from her body and onto his own.

He leans back and smiles softly, keeping his gaze directed at her face. When she squeezes him he rolls his hips suggestively.]

However far you want to go, it's fine with me.

[Hearing those words are reassuring, and Grell smiles before leaning up close to his ear, her hand still touching at his length over the fabric. She gives the ear a light kiss.]

Take me to the stars. [Her other hand comes up to his chest, finding a scar to follow while she kissed his ear.]

[Dave sighs softly and puts an arm around Grell's shoulder as she whispers into his ear. For a few seconds he doesn't do anything but bask in her affection. Then he uses his free hand to tug his underwear down.]

If we're going to the stars we should get the rocket out.

That we do. [In her opinion, having him lay down to get them off would be easier. She nudges her head towards the bed.] Lay down.

[Her own red, lacy undergarment could wait.]

[Dave lays back on the bed the moment Grell asks him to. Her wish is his command. He is a bit envious of her underwear though. He used to have boxers that color, but none of them survived his trip here. The ones he's wearing now are plain, white, and boring. And though it's probably rude to stare he can't help but admire hers.]

Those are really hot by the way.

Hmm? [Grell looks up to him curiously, removing the pants first with ease.] What are?

[The pants are tossed aside and she works on those plain boxers. It's easy to see that Dave is ready for action, and she doesn't hesitate with making herself familiar once the boxers are gone, too. A hand grasped his length with a thumb circling the tip idly.]

You'll have to be clearer.

[He sure is ready for action and he mentally awards her a few points for being forward. She isn't afraid to grab hold of the tiller. That's awesome. Dave runs a hand up Grell's leg and along her hip, sliding a finger beneath her lacy underwear. He isn't trying to take them off yet, he's just being cheeky.]

These. They're sexy. Gotta pay my girl a compliment when she wears nice things.

Ah~? Is that so? [The hand running along her leg and finger teasing at the hem of her panties sends shivers along her skin. She crawls up to him, so that she'll rub against him upon her ascent.]

Your girl, hmm~? [Grell is looking down at him, hair hair pooling down from her shoulders a bit. More so when she leans down to kiss him softly.]

[Dave grunts softly when she rubs against him. He appreciates the warmth and friction. Things are really starting to heat up.]

If you wanna be.

[He didn't mean to sound possessive. He's more than happy to be enveloped in her hair though, and he kisses back softly.]

[It certainly feels warm to her.

She pulls back a bit from their kiss, using her fingers to brush back her hair.]

If you want me, you'll have to claim me better than that.

How hard... [he thrusts up against her] ...do you want me to claim you?

Because I could get carried away.

[Grell gives moan in reaction to the thrust, responding almost unconsciously by rolling her hips against the upward motion.]

The more enthusiasm, the better.

[He leans in closer and captures her lower lip between his teeth, giving it a firm tug before he lets go. Meanwhile his hand slips further under her panties and around the back to cup her ass.]

I'm about as enthusiastic as they come.

[Her eyelids closed partially at the tug to her lower lip while humming at the hand cupping her backside. A hand slides down to stroke at Dave's length, making sure to gather what she could from the tip to help with her strokes.]

Good to know. [Grell already knows that she'll unravel and lose her composure with more teasing (which is how she likes it, really) yet this time, she's willing to speed things up a bit. She kisses him, hungrily so, to show that she's enthusiastic as well. Her hand is moving all the while, giving rhythmic motions, occasionally allowing her fingers to tease his testicles.]

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