green with envy

“You do? Heh, thanks. They weren’t gold when I got them though. Meant to be green, but they turned gold once I, uh, tanned a little. They glow sometimes too.” He still wasn’t sure what it had been that had caused his skin to darken so much, but he wasn’t complaining. It hardly detracted from his appearance, in any case.

     “Ah, really? Green. Quite a great color, isn’t it?” Never mind the fact that her eyes and hair are green so of course she would be biased, but she just loved the color- however, thinking of green tattoos on that skin... was an interesting idea.

“I hold no adoration to women who follow men, women who try to follow me and not get caught. Speak up before I change my decision and kill you instead.”

     “Kill me? Have fun trying- it might take quite a bit more effort than you might think. Archer, we are in a war zone- do you think that a woman would not use tactics to ensure she can win simply because of her gender?”

“Up we go.” His smirk widened at the small noise of surprise she made, enjoying the fact that they could finally look each other in the eye properly. She had nice eyes, he noted, but his attention pulled away from them before long, instead being drawn to his real targets, the full, soft lips that he’d been kissing moments before. He smiled into the kiss as he felt her mirror his efforts, moving his hands down to caress her hips as gently as he could while still keeping her held up. Before too long he broke the kiss, a wry grin on his face. “You know, I could really get used to this, if you wanna keep this up.”

     She sank into the kiss easily, passion equating his before she paused as he broke away. At his words she smirked. “And do you think I would ever tell you to stop even if I wanted to? Come, keep going if you so wish.”

     This is a new private and selective RP blog for Izuru Kamukura. If you wouldn’t mind reblogging if you want to RP with an apathetic boat-loving nerd, I would appreciate it! Thank you so much~!

Dear boyfriend

“Well then, I promise next time I try kiss you, I’ll let you know in plenty of time.” His tone was playful and teasing, but there was a hint of seriousness in it. He likely wouldn’t have kissed her without prompting, but between the attraction he already held for her and the fact that he’d enjoyed the kiss quite a lot, he didn’t plan on letting it be a one time deal if he could help it. That she was pressed up against him and making absolutely no effort to wiggle away or otherwise indicate that he should stop what he was doing, or that she didn’t enjoy it. He met her smile with one of his own, only this time it was a positively predatory smirk. “So, I can kiss you whenever so long as I warn you? Heh, sounds great. In that case…” Leaning down had been a little uncomfortable for him, so it was only natural he went with the better option, simply picking her up and letting her rest against the nearest wall, bringing her up to eye level and ensuring she wasn’t too uncomfortable. “I’m gonna kiss you now. Fair warning.” With that he leaned in and eagerly pressed their lips together again, kissing her with plenty of passion, to alleviate any doubt that might remain in her mind as to his own feelings on the matter. 

     “Ah-” She did not expected to be lifted off the ground. She wanted to elbow him gingerly but realized she would probably injure herself more than show him a point, so she observed him from eye level (it felt good to be able to look him in the face at the same level for once), eyes alight with curiosity. As he leaned in, she followed suit, allowing her lips to press against him with an equal amount of passion as he was giving her. She kept herself supported on the wall via her legs, arms wrapping around his neck and shoulders gingerly to use as a brace to catch her if she fell.

In short, send all the sexy things. This blog is flagged nsfw for a reason. Please abuse it.

“Hey, trying to comfort me? Heh, some devil you are. Besides, it doesn’t really bother me. If I was a Saber or something I’d never get the chance to really beat stuff up properly after all. Still though, it’s appreciated.” It was odd that she didn’t know why she’d qualify for Saber though. Was it inexperience with swords, or simply that she hadn’t ever used one? “So, any idea at all about why you’re a Saber, Saber?”

     “... I like your gold tattoos.”