It's Not Smut, It's Romance

A giggle left her lips when she saw the image. This wasn't the first time Sabine had received an illicit image from someone, but it was usually someone she was at least involved with.

[SMS]: Oh la la~

Julia hated to admit it, but she was a little drunk. Parties weren't normally her speed, but sometimes you just needed to get out of the dorm and do something. A couple of shots were all it took to loosen her inhibitions, and now she was at a stranger's place. Huh. Weird how that happened.

By no means was she so drunk that she wasn't aware of her actions. She knew fully well what she was doing, but combining alcohol with an attention-deficit personality certainly made for some questionable decisions, and her poor little bisexual heart wasn't exactly one to discourage these actions.

"So uh, nice place," she said, a slight, almost imperceptible drawl to her voice as she closed the door behind her.

Well, that definitely wasn't what she was expecting when she checked her texts. She couldn't imagine that it was anything intentional, but it still made her wonder exactly what led to this even happening. Hopefully cracking a joke would help keep it from being too embarrassing for the guy.

She wasted no time upon arriving, immediately heading to the dance floor. The instant she stepped out, she was in tune with the music, stepping and spinning in time. This was her element. Even without her blades, her prowess was nothing short of captivating. She paid no mind to onlookers, twirling, dipping, and bending to her fullest extent. The dance went on for several minutes, until she thoroughly got her fill.

By the time she finished, she was the only one occupying the floor. Her triumphant final pose elicited some cheering from the crowd. She gave an elegant bow, the lights of the room glistening off the sweat showing from her, admittedly revealing, outfit.

13. does my muse find any non-sexual parts of a partner’s body sexually appealing?  ( ie. hands, abs, etc ) 

[Shamra's totally hopeless honestly. She can pretty much find any part of someone attractive depending on how it's presented to her. In particular though, she really likes people with nice hair, muscle tone (of pretty much any kind), and she's also a sucker for cybernetic augments. If you got all three, her panties are already practically dropping.]

14. are there any non-sexual actions that turn my muse on?  ( ie. watching someone perform manual labor ) 

“At no point did I say I was unhappy. I’m just saying if I’m going to be your breeding bull, I should look the part my darling.”

The tent in his pants says this one might be worth trying to reason with though.

Watching her squirm just from his mere presence was amusing, he could understand why he had picked her out in his drunken stupor. A coquettish smile quirked on his lips, while the soft sheets of his bed shifted around him as he began to scoot beneath them.

“Just lie back and relax, I’ll take care of ya.” He assumed she would understand what he was getting at, though he still moved slow enough to voice discomfort if she had any. “I need to hear ya give me the okay before I do anything.” He paused hoping her flustered demeanor was from a place of excitement rather than something of discomfort or fear.

She swallowed again, feeling the fluttering of her heart in her chest as she watched him shift into position. At this point, keeping herself covered under the sheets was squarely out of her focus, and all of her attention was set on the pretty boy she was in bed with.

He felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine straight to his groin upon feeling the heat of her body against his, her breath against the shell of his ear wasn’t any help eithers.

“You’ve stumbled into a troublesome habit..”  He closed his eyes with a sigh of annoyance, despite that he made no move to separate himself from her grasp besides the slight turn of his head away from her. He wasn’t stupid, he knew he had gotten caught in Violet’s trap a long time ago, however his pride was too large for him to buckle first.

“Troublesome it may be, but you can’t deny that you enjoy it just as much as I do~.” It was clear to see that she had him precisely where she wanted him at this point. He could be a stubborn one, but that was just a facade. When it came down to it, he was like putty in her hands.

“Why’re you hiding? Did I wake up too early for you to make a run for it?” He teased with a light chuckle, it wouldn’t have been the first time his internal clock caught someone midway out the door after a night together. “Or was last night so bad that you can’t even bear look at me?” He paused, unable to stop the grin quirking on his lips.

“Want me to make it up to you?” He leaned forward making the offer closer to her ear, voice dropping with the alluring tone.

She shut her eyes tightly, doing her damnedest to keep the boy out of sight for as long as possible, though it seemed like this would be a losing fight for her. Why did he have to sound so attractive? She felt the breath against her ear, and immediately her mind went into overdrive.

“N-No, of course-, th-that’s not,” she sputtered out, trying to say something, anything that didn’t make her seem like a complete idiot. Eventually, her impulses grew too much for her to resist, and she hesitantly cracked one eye open to glance over at him. Sheesh, she really did hit the jackpot last night didn’t she? Her heart rate picked up almost immediately at this revelation, and her voice grew even more timid, if that were at all possible.