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AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION . | Accepting!

@jupatera​ sent:  🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat .

She’s got a damn impressive spunk---he’d give her that much. And the way she handled a knife indicated years of practice and dedication to the art. But she was still undeniably wet behind the ears, definitely not prepared to fight in the big leagues, her stance suggesting lack of formal training, the way she let her anger control her during their sparring allowing her to make stupid mistakes.

Ultimately, he’d allowed her some leeway, ending with his back against the wall, and likely, she thought this round was over---that she’d won. That she could relax, lower her guard, declare victory.

But he’d not tapped out just yet.

Swiftly disarming her was the injury---claiming the blade for himself the insult. However, unlike the way she’d held it to his throat---pricking the skin, threatening to slice him open before, after several heated huffs of breath, withdrawn---he allowed it to dangle loosely between his fingers, almost mockingly, yet again using the phrase in his mother tongue that he’d quickly learned grated on her nerves:

“Poprobovat’ snova.”

- for a starter where our muses get trapped in a thunderstorm together.

The storm was a surprise, having rolled in quickly while Andrey was stood in the kitchen making an early dinner. The sun was just beginning to set when the second surprise of the evening came.

Staring intently at a pot of boiling water, at first he didn’t realize it when the power went out, not until the utter lack of noise registered to him. The fading light from the windows allowed Andrey to just make out the miserable, half-cooked noodles still sticking out of the almost too small pot as he blinked hard, heaving a sigh.

“Ellie? Are you alright?” He called out, stepping out of the kitchen and directly onto a small cat toy, a jingling ball that left him flailing wildly as his foot slid out from under him. Righting himself, he called out again.

Acts of Affection | Accepting!

@jupatera​ sent:  ♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.

Her improvements had been gradual at first, but soon enough, Elrena was blossoming into a fighter with true finesse---possibly, Xigbar had considered, worthy for an invitation into the illustrious yet elusive Organization that so many conspiracy-theorists were clamoring thirstily to discover.

But for now, patience. For now, mulling over her progress, a particularly rough rendezvous having Xigbar reclining against the wall, eye closed, arms crossed over his broad chest. A form of meditation post-spar, to slow his pulse and regain his strength.

Yet it was not to last---two warm thighs placed on each side of his own, the firm press of hands against his jagged jawline, not even offering him the chance to regain his vision before he felt lips crushing against his own. Unexpectedly intense, though before he could even think to wrap his arms around that curved midsection, the sensation had vanished---and he opened his eye to see Elrena gazing upon him, her own eyes half-lidded, yet her expression smouldered to something between seductive and stern.

And he chuckled at this---then, actually expressing an odd breathlessness, “This the part where ya put the knife to my throat now that ya got me all hot ‘n’ bothered?”

There’s the worry in her voice... Aqua can’t do anything but smile and chuckle it off. She’s happy to see Rena’s powers not only growing but using new techniques. She didn’t expect to be caught off guard by the speed queen herself, but she is no less impressed.

Usually her reflexes would catch surprising attacks but the sole fact that this attack was new caught her completely off guard. In her captivated eyes, she took a shocking (heh) zap that sent her to the ground, finding difficulty just standing right back up from such a hit. While speed is Rena’s thing, her power is nothing to scoff at, and while Aqua herself has sustained many an injury, pain is pain, and being zapped is never fun.

All the same, she’d rather laugh it off and be proud of getting hit over being worried like Rena was. The whole point of their sparring is to see if she can land a hit and she did! Albeit unexpected, she can tell that it looked like a last ditch effort. She’s fast, but she can’t expend her magic forever with no fatigue. Her use of magic unfortunately does not compare to Aqua’s so this big burst meant it was an all or nothing before giving up.

That was the real painful part of it all. She didn't need help. She could just throw it back to Jack's face, but it'd do no good if the other was already aware.

It was the unending paradox of the mind. Fester in the solitude, then push away whoever comes close. To cling when you need them, and let go when they start to care.

Why do this? Why go through all this trouble?

Because only princesses need to be saved.

"You don't get it." Her gaze was averted. Despite trying to sound detached, there was an undeniable look of mourning in her eyes. "You can't because I don't either."

There was simply too much Elrena didn't know, too much forgotten, from half of a life that was stolen. How could anyone not from her past, let alone from her world understand.

“You’re right.  I don’t.  Hell, I probably wouldn’t even if you did, I ain’t great at this stuff.”

This doesn’t seem to stop Jack from taking a seat an armspan’s away from Rena, following her gaze into the distance rather than force her to keep eye contact.

There wasn’t the cheer, the volume or the brassy edge to her voice that normally heralded Jack’s presence everywhere she went.  It was gentler, a little deeper, but warm.  The same kind of voice an older sister lent a sibling despairing that the world could be such a dark and terrible place.

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

Fragile was the last word Elrena would use as a self-description in any case. She was sharp, both in her fangs and claws. She was loud, from the way she spoke to the energy of her motions. She was perceptive… except for here. Because much to her chagrin, she had limits.

Elrena did tense when she first heard the sound of fast, approaching footsteps. But a glance had shown it was merely someone who had considered her an ally. No way this could end badly, right?

It went without saying, that if Elrena had anticipated a surprise tackle from a six foot tall woman, if she had simply not overestimated her own abilities, she would not have tumbled to the floor as easily as a weightless broom. She was still alive yes, but at what cost.

“Well, shit, this is it,” Elrena managed to say after having the wind knocked out of her, “This is how I die. Again.”

Jack is, as one would expect, heavy.  Pushing her off would be difficult in any circumstance, but borders on impossible when one is being bear-hugged.  She is also quite warm, which might be nice - even welcome, under other circumstances, but that is overshadowed by the fact that her very rambunctious disposition and large muscles make her a threat to such things as ‘lungs’ and ‘floating ribs’ and ‘people who do not want concussions’.

Still, the firebrand only stays down for a couple of seconds before planting her hands in the dirt and throwing herself bodily back into a squat.  Both brawny hands take a surprisingly swift hold of Rena’s shoulders, and Jack stands to her full height, picking Rena up along with her as easily as one might pick up an unsuspecting possum.  As quickly as that’s happened, Jack’s planting her firmly back on her feet with a laugh, dusting Rena’s shoulder with the back of a hand.

“Oh, c’mon, you’ve shrugged off way worse than that.  You’re fine, ya baby.”