high voltage ♀

“What? You know I never turn down an opportunity for a fight. It wasn’t about you,” she says with a roll of her eyes as she banishes her knives and approaches him. The nymph stands on her tip toes and presses a fleeting kiss against his lips anyway, though. He’s always pretty cute when he’s surprised.  “Don’t mention it. Seriously, don’t,” she says as she pulls away, walking past him to continue the mission, “anyway - let’s finish here. I’m hungry.”

        {☾} – Saïx chuckles a bit and shook his head. She was not a particularly good liar when it comes to anything like this. He joined at her side and banished his Claymore. 

“Yes, the morning - I know how you hate those so I figured I might make it more exciting for you,” she purrs, turning slightly so that her body is angled more toward his and tucking an arm underneath her head. 

“And definitely nothing to worry about there - everyone already thinks poorly of me for being myself, I don’t think you could possibly dampen my reputation any more than I already have,” she says, voice calm and uncaring. She didn’t much like the other Organization members either - save a few - she frankly couldn’t care less what their opinions of her were. Surely if they found it repulsive that she and Saix were sleeping together they just didn’t know what they were missing out on - from either of them, really. She and Saix had their differences but they were…. extremely sexually compatible, and though she hated to admit it sometimes he was actually pretty smart, too. Certainly not among the worst of them, even if she had originally thought so. “Zexion? Really? What made him think so?” she asks, chuckling lightly to herself and lifting her free hand to his stomach, knuckles trialing up and down his abdomen lightly. “Hope you didn’t give him any of the dirty details - he seems a bit young,” she says, half-joking. In all honesty she had no idea how old Zexion was, but he gave off that angsty teen vibe.

       {☾} – “I just would hate for someone to think poorly of a woman who is simply enjoying her self. It would be quite rude of them.” Saïx says with a smile. He looked forward to the morning with her, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

“Never said you had to wear it outside of this room,” Larxene purrs. She wraps the strand of hair around her hand and tugs down roughly, bringing him into a slow, heated kiss. She releases his hair and reaches up blindly as she continues to kiss him, her hand rubbing across his shoulders and toward the back of his neck, absently feeling for the clasp of the collar and undoing it expertly. Wasn’t her first rodeo with these kinds of things, after all. 

She pulls away with a smile, stretching to drop the collar on the bedside table as she does. “Just in the morning - you know, before I let you out of bed,” she hums. The nymph is too tired after today’s mission to do much other than sleep for the moment, but boy does she have plans for him in the morning. Surely the diviner deserves a nice wake up call every now and then. “Though I really think you should stop caring about what the others think when my opinion is obviously the best one,” she adds, eyebrows arching as a thought comes to her. “Actually - now I’m wondering if anyone knows about us having this little… agreement. Surely the collar would give it away but I certainly haven’t mentioned it to anyone… have you?”

    {☾} – “The morning, huh?” Saïx chuckles and pulled her a bit closer. He tucks his head into her nape and presses a few kisses to his neck and shoulder, showing gratitude for freeing him from his collar. He sighs and shakes his head, pulling back to look at her. 

       “True, but it is not ideal for others to know. I would hate for anyone to think poorly of you because you are sleeping with the second in command, hm?” He thinks about who might know and gives a shrug. 

“Why do you sound so surprised?” she asks as she gets comfortable laying on her back, glancing up at him curiously as he drapes an arm over her waist. “You know I generally think you’re pretty, right? We’ve talked about this,” she hums, reaching for a strand of his hair and twirling it around her finger absently. “You’re allowed to take it off to sleep. But no promises I won’t put it back on you as soon as we wake up,” she says with a wicked smirk.

“Nothing in particular. Maybe I just think you look pretty this way,” she hums, patting his cheek affectionately as she settles into bed beside him.“Just wanted to test it out, really.”

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“You should know by now I’m only capable of backhanded or half-hearted compliments.”

why don’t you make me?

i like you better on your knees.

i can think of a few ways to shut you up.

i wonder if you’re as loud in bed as your are everywhere else.

try and stop me.

is that a complaint i hear?

i hope you’re not too fond of that shirt.

why are you siting over there? there’s a perfectly good lap right here.

i thought you liked it when i was bossy.

are you saying this doesn’t turn you on?

i can tell you’re hot and bothered from all the way over here.

i hope you don’t plan on walking much tomorrow.

you’re not the boss of me.

you’re hot when you’re angry.

don’t make me come over there.

i’m this close to taking you over my knee.

you’re being an awfully bad boy/girl.

you know you want it.

you sure talk a big game… but can you live up to it?

i’m not sure you could handle me.

I was playing around with randomized palettes and took a few requests on Twitter to use for this! Here they are in one neat post

        [01]  “Are we seriously arguing about this?”          [02]  “I’ll say it again. Slowly, this time, so even you can understand it.”          [03]  “Oh, I’ll watch my fucking language, just fucking watch me! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”          [04]  “You were aiming for me then, weren’t you?”          [05]  “Don’t try and make this all about you, not again!”          [06]  “What if I spent the next half-hour talking to you like you talk to me?”          [07]  “Look at you, running away. Can’t handle what you dish out?”          [08]  “Why are you so damn stubborn?!”          [09]  "I’M NOT SHOUTING!”          [10]  “Put! It! Down!”

         [11]  “Wow, your throat must be real sore after that tantrum!”          [12]  “Come again? I don’t think I heard you the first time, there.”          [13]  “Don’t you dare point your finger at me!”          [14]  “No, no! Don’t drag [him/her/them] into this!”          [15]  “You really think you’re the only one hurting here? Fuck off.”          [16]  “Oh, my God, are you—are you crying? Over this?”          [17]  “Well, I wouldn’t’ve done it if you weren’t always assuming I can read your mind!”          [18]  “You’re the one acting crazy here, not me!”          [19]  “You make me so angry, I could just—grruh!”          [20]  “Go ahead, smash everything. That’ll prove your point, right?”