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-Crow got your tongue?-

“I love the way you unwind, Blake. Something about it just… I don’t know… resonates with me.” The elder huntsman chimed with a smirk on his lips as he slowly bound her wrists with her familiar ribbon. Qrow stood there shirtless, pants unbuttoned and half zipped as his slacks hung dangerously low on his corded hips. He had her nearly undressed save for a lovely pair of white cotton boyshorts and a rather lovely black tank top that hugged her just right. He gave the binds a quick tug to test them as she laid out upon the dark mahogany queen bed of his apartment. Silk sheets bunched up around her in their mess of a nest. Her arms up over her head with black ribbon binding her to the headboard. “Too tight for ya?” He questioned with a soft teasing smile as he hovered over her, warm breath fanning out over her exposed skin as he traced the curves of her laid out form with hungry crimson hues.

          the feline remains serenely silent as her lover ties her, golden hues turned      upward to focus on the movement of his hands, the thin black fabric coiling      around her wrists, ears perked and attuned to the sound of silk against skin.      her gaze is eager, but her body reads content, chest rising and falling with      slow, even breaths, slow blinks, subtle movements settling her comfortably      into the sheets beneath her. as he tightens the carefully woven knot, her eyes      flicker away from her bindings to trail over his bare torso and down to the      tantalizing glimpse of his hips, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she tests      the strength of the ribbon around her wrists.

forehead rests against the side of her head, before pulling away to meet her golden gaze. she had such… bright eyes. golden, like someone took a gold bar worth all the lien on remnant and melted it down into two perfect orbs.

“wouldn’t want you anywhere else. remind me not to let you go, this time.”

          she smiles at him when their eyes meet, soft and genuine and a little bit      relieved. there’s always a part of her that worries when she’s away from renji      that she’ll never be able to see him again--it comes with the profession that      they’ve chosen, and makes each moment like this just a little bit sweeter.

          “hm, you think so?” she twirls a few strands of her hair lazily around her      fingers, looking him up and down with an amused smirk, “you’re looking      pretty good yourself, lovebird.”

@forgerous from.

“hello, darling,”

hands run down her arms, to the small of her back, and he tugs her in just a little closer. head leans down, warm breath bating on the edge of her ears as he gives a little smirk.

“i’ve missed you.”

nonverbal starters | (accepting)

😉 pull my muse in by the hips

          giggling softly, the faunus presses herself in close to her partner and tucks      her head up beneath his chin, littering his throat with gentle kisses. ears      swivel and fold back against her head, fingers curling gently into the fabric of      his shirt as if she needs to hold renji there to keep him close, a quiet purr      rumbling deep within her chest.

nonverbal starters | (accepting)

💃: pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

          typically, it’s difficult for blake to be surprised by mercury’s antics and the      things he does to keep himself entertained, but this is something she wasn’t      prepared for. the feline’s confusion is clear in her expression as she’s pulled      to her feet, her form pulled in close to his and fitting effortlessly up against      him despite the way she tenses up just a bit. she’s never been much for      dancing, though she did learn how from her mother.