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[She goes down with a yelp of alarm that quickly blooms into more peals of laughter. She squirms and giggles, helpless.

She finds the breath to gasp out.]

I-I c-complied! I, I gave you y-your hint! M-Mer-ha!-mercy...!

[He's laughing maniacally by the time she surrenders, grinning down at her but his fingers still as soon as she says mercy. Instead he merely settles over her, content to get comfortable on top of her now, leaning in before she can fully catch her breath for one sudden, searing kiss.]

Hmmm.... something to wear? [Finally murmured against her lips when he takes mercy on her poor lungs.]

Mm...

[She melts beneath him, laughter giving way to breathy, pleased sighs.]

...yeah. Something to wear.

[A pleased chuckle muffled against her mouth as he kisses her again, slower this time, more like his usual languid, probing kisses.]

For me or... [He pushes up onto his elbows to pointedly let his eyes slide down over her body, breath coming out in a low, rumbling purr.] or you?

Oh, um.

[She blinks up at him, a little taken aback.]

I, uh, didn’t realize there was something that you wanted to see me wear…?

There are a lot of things I'd like to see you wear, çiçeğim~

[One finger slides up to tug lightly at the collar of her top and the smile he gives her is absolutely wicked. But it is swiftly followed by a wink and another kiss, softer this time.]

You're beautiful, Detta. And you have an eye for color and design. There are so many things you'd be absolutely stunning in.

[She blushes, because no matter how long they’ve been together, each purposeful little touch and tease still sends a fresh thrill through her, all over again.]

Y… you should make a list. Of. Of…things. That, uh, y-you want to… see.

Yeah?

[This time the grin is a little more just... outright thrilled than teasing.]

You gonna dress up in something pretty and let me tear it off you like By did?

[Just in case she missed how hot that was... or the fact that Khalid was encouraging him.]

I... o-oh. Oh.

[If the flustered way she's reacting now is any indication, if she cottoned on back then she has since forgotten it in the wild turns that evening took. Or, at least, it hadn't seemed intentionally alluring on her end, so she had discounted it.]

If... if you like, we, uh, we... we could definitely do that, too, I-I'd just... I'd, um, I-I'd need to find something... f-flimsy enough...

[He smirks at her, ducking down to trail kisses over her neck, words slightly muffled against her skin.]

What...? Don't think I could tear this cute little top of yours off right now?

Um, e-embroidery actually strengthens fabric, sometimes? So, uh, Right... right now, you'd um...

[Her pulse jumps against his lips, and her voice turns breathier.]

You might, you might need to... c-cut through...

[And she knows he has one on him, and oh, this is skirting the edge of hypothetical in a big way.]

[And just like that the playful air stills, a momentary held breath, and Khalid moves swift and decisive. His knees come up to straddle her hips instead of just being flopped lazily atop her. One hand twists tight into the fabric of her top, the other coming up to join it with only the briefest hesitation. A sharp yank and the light material parts easily under the pressure. Fingers delve into the part in the fabric, one hand snaking down to cradle her breast in his hand as the other comes up to the collar, slicing through the delicate fabric flowers and embroidery quickly and efficiently with a blade too small to even have been seen. Never mind giving her any clue as to where on his person he'd retrieved it from.

There's a sharp frisson of something hotter, more primal that follows the moment, skating around the idea of violence but the physical reminder of it is there in the way tattered slivers of fabric spill around her. It's there in the fierce smile he gives her and the possessiveness in his kiss when he finally ducks down to capture her lips again.]

[Perhaps she should be dismayed at how quick he is to follow up on that faint suggestion. Perhaps she should mourn her pretty blouse, should track just where that knife might have come from, should be alarmed and uncertain at the sudden escalation.

She really, really isn't, though.

A heated sigh stutters out of her, and she arches up into his touch eagerly. This wasn't how she intended to keep his mind busy, certainly, but...

Well.

She's definitely not going to complain, that's for sure.]

[They've both completely lost the thread, the reason he'd started tickling her in the first place. Not that it matters, so far as he's concerned. They'll get to this whole... surprise thing later. Much later.

Especially when he is greeted with sight of her bare chest, no underthings beneath that flowy top that would have been so easy to simply push up even if he hadn't cut it away. She arches into him and he hisses out an appreciative breath before dropping to nip and lick and kiss his way down to her throat, further still until he finds her collarbone.

The entire time his fingers are toying with her nipples, rolling firmly between his fingers, brushes of his nails against the pebbling flesh. Teasing and playful and as soon as she begins to really respond to him he replaces the fingers of one hand with his mouth.]

I—oh...!

[She presses her hands to her mouth, briefly, before they slide over his shoulders and into his hair, clenching against his scalp.

He likes to hear her, she knows. She'll give him as much as he likes, right now.]

[As soon as her hands lift towards her mouth he begins to growl softly, vibrant green eyes flicking up to catch hers, a warning there in his eyes. She's already correcting herself before he can do more than one brief rumble and he smiles against her. Then he's burying his face in her chest, kissing and licking, biting and sucking. Soft pink marks and deep purple-red bruises begin to litter her chest.

The longer he works at her, though, the more he allows his fingers to slip down to seek out the fastenings on her shorts, all too eager to touch already.]

[He likes to listen to her, to know what he’s done to her. He loves to actually see what he’s done, painted across her skin in a palette of passion, painted over again and again before the last set can fully fade. It’s been that way since she first took the plunge the night after the bonfire.

Likely, it was like that far before, and his self-restraint was the only thing keeping him back.

…though, to be fair, he’s far from the sole aggressor here. Her own hand is definitely doing some delving of its own…]

[His clothing is easy enough to push out of the way, loose layers that drape here and there, bound together by the belt he wears. There's a moment where her fingers pull in just the right way to loosen that belt and he has to release her press his arm against his waist. A laugh is muffled against her skin before he pushes himself back to kneel over her, letting the belt topple to the floor but reaching out to set his jambiya carefully on the coffee table.

While he's at it he yanks off his upper layers, some half dozen other implements emerging from the fabric to scatter across the coffee table.

But as soon as it is safe for her to continue touching however she likes (save for the dagger at his ankle that she is already aware of) he falls back over her, one hand braced against the arm of the couch above her head, giving him a moment to grin down at her from inches away, wicked and just a touch wild. Then he's going to go back to dragging wet, biting kisses down her body.]

[She's absorbed enough about his habits and inclinations that she knows where not to touch, or at least, where not to touch when he's with her. she's sure he varies his hiding spots more than this, any other times. When he takes over stripping she settles back and enjoys the show.

When he's done, when he's back to her, she smiles right back up at him.

As his mouth meets flesh once more, she scrapes her teeth over the shell of his ear.]

[The scrape of teeth gets a groan from him, a hard shudder that turns into a sharper nip. His free hand squirms under her side, pushing up under her back to support her as he coaxes her into arching up for him. Lips and tongue quick to seek out one nipple and soon after the other.

He'll get back to pulling at her shorts but he wants to see how needy he can get her before then, how long it will take for her to ask.... beg? for more.]

[Coaxing is almost too strong a term for it; the barest touch, a mere nudge is enough to have her pressing up against him, up to that hot, clever mouth of his.

He teases and teases and teases, damn him. He knows her body so well it feels like she's already naked, laid bare before him.]

Kh... Khalid. Khalid.

[There's a hint of smugness in his voice when he brings his lips to her ear after the first gasp of his name.]

Yeah, Detta? Tell me what you want~

[For as smug as he sounds, though, there's certainly a large part of him that is clearly struggling to restrain himself as well. But he manages to dip teasing fingers under the hem of her shorts, gripping hard at her thigh.]

M-More.

[It's a keening, ragged sort of begging, quiet and breathless.]

Please, please more.

[He did not intend to ruin her shorts as thoroughly as he had destroyed her top. Really he didn't. But her sweet voice so needy for him makes him throw that idea out the window. One knee slides higher up on the couch, allowing him to reach for that last dagger tucked in at his ankle.

The blade is wickedly sharp and warm from his own body heat where he presses the flat of the blade against her thigh. The slightest change in angle and the material parts easily. He cannot just slide the knife up as he was able to for her shirt though. Her shorts are too snug for that so he has to carefully move up a couple inches at a time, one new split after another.]

Patience çiçeğim

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