doublesmall | [PCs] team trust no bitch aka team hat aka chuuya & caren

Hm. We'll have to see which one of us wakes up first now that there's less impetus to rise with the sun. Goodness, try and listen a little more closely next time, though. I said it would still be fine with me if I was the one in the other position.

[Still holding her knees, so she actually as to subtly rock herself up along the mattress, Caren scoots an inch or two closer, shins stretching out in front of her.]

You know I couldn't beat you in a fight, but I like to think I know what it's like to struggle. What about that knife of yours? [She's opening up a little bit more, maybe, just a little.]

I'm not sure it'd be much fun with you in that position, either, but if you're that into it...

[he is still dubious, okay, her kink is not his kink, but Maybe. maybe.

anyway, about the knife.]

If you don't mind a little pain, blades are good for that-- I'd let you use it on me too, if you wanted. It's not like I can't heal us up.

I've already told you. If I tried to answer a question about what it is that brings me enjoyment in life, the answer would be illogical, like an incomplete number. Pain seeded its way into my life a long time ago; why wouldn't it become synonymous with "joy?"

[All that's a very complicated and philosophical speech to talk about these types of interests, and it's probably overdone. But, if anything, it seems like she's being honest about what a difficult conversation this is for her to have.]

You know I wouldn't mind it, even if it was only a little. Subjecting you to something like that... I probably wouldn't be able to help myself, either.

That'd be fine by me. I've already trusted you with my life, you know? Trusting you with the rest of me is no different.

[it's not quite a mirror of 'you can do what you want with my body', but-- well, similar enough, probably. this is a small thing to him, compared to other promises the two of them have made.]

I'll keep the rest of that in mind, too, if that's how it is for you.

Yeah, I suppose that's just the reality for me.

[She tilts her head to the side, waiting for him to add anything else, if it's there.]

Do you feel better now, knowing I'm not suffering in silence? Or have you not had the chance to speak your mind just yet?

It helps, yeah-- but if there's anything else you want out of me, you know you can ask.

[he's said the things that come to mind; he won't refuse questions from her, though.]

I know. You can always inquire at will as well. Whatever it is you want, I can accommodate it.

[She lifts her cheek from her knee slowly, as if mulling over an idea she's had for a while.]

If you're finished, are you ready to be quiet, now?

I might be. Why, are you going to shut me up?

[chuuya props his chin in his palm, watching her with a small, lopsided grin.]

Yes. I am waiting for a reason, but I don't suppose it will be much longer until you give me one.

[He looks comfortable where she's been reclining all this time, and so Caren finally bursts the bubble of his personal space, crawling a little closer until they're no longer comically far apart for the kind of conversation they've been having.]

[as soon as she's close enough, chuuya reaches out to comb his fingers through her hair, smile widening.]

Do you really need a reason, though? If you want to do something you should do it. Be a little more selfish, Caren.

Be a little more selfish? I honestly doubt you'll like the outcome if I follow your advice.

[She sits up on her knees next to him, frowning at a topic that isn't worthy of this sort of seriousness. Hooking her index finger under his choker, she flexes her knuckle until she can feel the stretching tension between skin and material. Caren hms.]

This is your final chance if there's anything else you want to say.

[if the slight hitch in his breath is any indication-- yeah, he definitely doesn't mind her doing that with the choker.]

All I have to say is--

Surprise me.

[show him just where she's going with this. she says she doubts he'll like the outcome, but he thinks he'll be fine with it regardless.]

Surprise you... [Caren repeats his words as if they were important directions. A second finger slips beneath the choker to join the first, tugging so she can feel the hollow of his throat when she bends her knuckles. Lips very close to his, knee almost caressing his, Caren leans in until their lips are barely touching.]

Yes, I think I’ve figured it out now.

[Without warning, she releases him and rolls away, escaping the bed and walking away from him, back purposefully turned like she knows she’s causing a problem as she strolls toward the adjacent bath’s door. There isn’t a lot of time to catch her, but it can be done, especially if he’s outraged enough to move quickly.

It was supposed to be a surprise.]

[--ah, that's what she meant.

he'd been expecting a different sort of action, and his breath is still caught in his throat as she escapes; he releases it in a surprised little puff of air, still feeling the faint sensation of her fingers against his throat even without them there.

he's not outraged, but he's not slow either, quickly stepping after her and reaching out to wrap an arm around her waist-- his voice is low in her ear, and while there's a hint of annoyance in it, there's more interest.]

So you wanted to stun me silent, huh? Or just shut me out? Neither of those are that easy to do, you know.

[his hold on her isn't too tight, though, nor is it exactly loose; it's one that won't give way instantly, if still one she could break if she really wanted to. he hasn't forgotten what she said about roughness, but chuuya's still giving her the option to leave first.]

Can you blame me? I just wanted to see exactly it was you were planning to do. It turns out I can't just get you to leave me alone so easily.

[The slight annoyance in his tone makes her breathe out a nervous laugh. Well, it isn't her fault that getting a reaction out of him turned out to be enjoyable.

She squirms against his hold on her, testing the grip without really trying to break it. Well, it's not like she doesn't know how to be titillating even while it looks as though she's trying to resist, so she takes advantage of their close proximity to do just that, leaning back into him. Caren grips the arm around her waist fingertips-first, the grasp surprisingly gentle.]

Will you let me turn around? I can try again, if you'll just give me your pardon.

[she leans back into him, and chuuya holds her close, his breath skimming her neck.]

Depends. Are you going to do the same thing, if I let go of you now?

[chuuya does exactly that, though, releasing his grip on her and placing a hand over hers, taking hold of her wrist instead. he isn't completely letting go of her, but it's more than enough for her to shift position.]

No, I already have plenty of data. Why would I need to replicate the same actions over and over again, when I already know what will happen.

[Unless she really approves of the result apparently, since Caren is turning around in his arms and pushing her fingers beneath the back of the choker this time, pulling it tauter against his windpipe.]

Would it be humiliating to be gagged with the very cloth that took a man's life?

Is that what you want? Because you're going to have to do more than just gagging me, if so.

[he doesn't stop her, though, doesn't bother to pull her hand away from the choker; it isn't an unenjoyable sort of pressure, honestly. chuuya even leans forward a bit, as if to make a point of being unfazed.]

If you think you could actually humiliate me, you're welcome to try.

There's always more than one way to skin a cat. More than one way of silencing you. More than one thing to do with a bit of cloth.

[As she pushes her knee into his stomach, Caren takes hold of his hair instead. The gesture isn't much of a thread, but not is the blow pulled. Caren might do more damage if she were actually in danger or actually trying to wrench away from him, but it isn't just for show, either. She means every second of it.]

Why don't you get down, little man, where you belong. [It's that hand in his hair that will guide him to the floor if he goes, not gently.]

[-that's certainly unexpected. the knee in his stomach catches him off guard, a short gasp of breath escaping him at both that and the hold on his hair; it's unexpected, but not an unwelcome side of her to see.

she pulls him down, and chuuya lets her. it's a little strange to feel the weight of gravity so keenly when he used to be able to negate it-- but the weight guiding him to his knees is more than a single force of nature. it's her force of will, too, something that he'd like to see her show more of.

chuuya grins up at her, still challenging despite his position.]

And you're the one deciding where I belong now, huh...? What makes you think you could keep me here?

[It's not a control she's completely used to exerting with him, beyond pinching her nails into sensitive skin when she's trying to prove a point or exchanging venomous words - for fun, for show, to make him squirm. So it isn't entirely unfamiliar, but it's more agency than she's used to taking.

Well, it connects some circuits for her. This isn't so bad, either.]

That's enough. Isn't it obvious? It suits you more than anywhere else you've been.

[PCs] team trust no bitch aka team hat aka chuuya & caren

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