[Trevor may be a lot of things but he wasn't an overbearing pervert or a man with bad morals. He was...nice, beneath the tough hide he had grown for himself over the years out of necessity. If she was going to do this with anyone, it would be him.
...and it would be a lie to say she hadn't imagined what it would be like to kiss him either.]
Close your eyes.
[It's not a question but a command as she shifts a bit on the couch, turning her body to face him better, cheeks growing darker by the second.]
[ Placated by her saying that, Trevor nods and closes his eyes... and waits, his arm warm around her as she shifts. He knows what's probably coming and is honestly surprised by her boldness, having not expected to do more than cuddle and get used to being in proximity like this, but it hasn't happened yet. ]
[The thing about Sypha is that she's never one to take things slow. She's all fire one moment and ice the next, one extreme to the other. If they were going to do this and this was something she was going to have to do, regardless on how she felt about it...she might as well just go for it, right? Trevor was Trevor. She'd slept against him sharing his stinking, dirty cloak, shoulder to shoulder. She had trusted her life to him when they had been fighting in Dracula's castle. There was no reason to be afraid or apprehensive, right?
She just had to get over herself.
Sucking in a breath through her nose she plants a hand either side of his face, holding it in place. Maybe she would end up bad at this, maybe it would be weird...but it didn't matter. She leans in to press her lips against his, letting her own eyes close in the process. His mouth is warm. It's there beneath hers. The hair on his chin is kind of scratchy. She was kissing Trevor Belmont.
[ Yup, she sure is kissing him. A bit awkwardly, just a sudden press of lips like she's uncertain what to do here, but Trevor knows how to kiss her. He knows what she likes and he thinks, just to make sure this goes smoothly, that it would be alright if he kissed her back like that.
His hand comes up to cup her cheek, far more gently than she's gripping his face. And he eases her into a proper kiss, tongue stroking her bottom lip until her mouth opens on a soft inhale. It's not aggressive, just gently leading her in the right direction as he did on their walk. Guidance.
Hopefully she'll be distracted enough by the brush of his tongue against hers that she won't mind the scruff. ]
[The soft sound he coaxes out of her surprises her, the scruff of his face ignored as his tongue manages to coax her lips apart. She wasn't expecting him to touch her face in return, nor was she expecting him to know what he was doing...but then of course why wouldn't he know what he was doing? Trevor had been here for a few months by now - who knew how many people he'd kissed by now?
It's a bit unfair, she thinks, that he has the upper hand. In one way it's a blessing - it would do neither of them any good if both of them were fumbling along. Even so, she doesn't like others being better than her...surly she'd get better at this. With practice.
[ Oh, but there was a time when they were both fumbling -- there's that stage with every new person he kisses, Trevor's learned -- it's just that he's already past it with Sypha. And he has no doubt that she'll catch up in no time at all.
If he keeps kissing her so she'll catch up faster, well. That's all it is, right? Giving her some confidence.
When he does break it so she can breathe he still holds her close, brushing their noses together affectionately. You can let go of his face, Sypha. ]
[Confidence is all Sypha needs to push forward with whatever it is she has to accomplish, even if it ends up being brazen and foolhardy or downright stupid. It was confidence in her abilities and in herself that had allowed her to move Dracula's castle. As long as she could muster up the courage to go through with a plan everything else usually fell into place.
This, surely, was no different. Right?
The nudge of their noses has her opening her eyes, her hands sliding away slowly from his face to rest on his shoulders instead. She's embarrassed, yes, and her stomach is in knots...but it's not a bad feeling. It's excitement, more than anything else.
The only problem is that this is a bit of an awkward angle. Maybe it would be better if she just...sat on him. Yeah. That makes sense. There's a bit of movement from her as she scoots closer, only to plop herself into his lap unceremoniously, legs bent and propped up on the cushions of the couch. That's better.]
[ Trevor only smiles at her boldness, the arm he had around her shoulders winding about her waist instead, tugging her in close as he leans forward. This is much better, they're of a height now. ]
You're not.
[ And then he's kissing her again, his hand slipping back into her hair to cradle her head. For all his worries about how to approach this, it feels... natural now. It feels right. ]
[The arm around her waist has her pressing against him instinctively, each hand she has braced on his shoulders giving him a small squeeze. The second kiss is a bit easier - it feels less forced, more natural. Meant to be, in a way, if she were going to allow herself to get all gooey and mushy about it.
It's hard to get the angle right, she finds, when it comes to kissing someone else. Their noses bump and teeth are a hazard...but if she just doesn't think about it and goes with her intuition then it's not so hard. It's almost easy.]
[ That's the key, Sypha. Don't think, just feel. And if that involves being gooey and mushy, well. Trevor doesn't mind that any more than he does her inexperience. So often here -- almost always, actually -- he's been the one on that end of things. It's nice to feel like he knows what he's doing, for once.
He kisses her thoroughly breathless, and this time when they break apart it's easy to simply dip his head to kiss her neck instead. She might as well know what that feels like too, yes?
He's teaching. This is a learning experience, Sypha. ]
[She can't help but make a sound when he begins to kiss her neck. She's not expecting it, but thinking about it it's not that strange that he'd decide to put his lips there. Isn't the collar of her cloak getting in the way? Apparently he seemed to be able to work around it.
Instinctively she tilts her head to the side, ever so slightly to grant him more access. It feels good.]
[ He's had to kiss around her collar many times before, but yes. Technically it is in the way. His lips can only trail down her throat so far before he's lifting his head again to check on her, cheeks flushed. ]
[Just a bit flustered by the look of it. There's a prolonged pause as Sypha looks from Trevor to herself, her oversized sleeves. Without a word she begins to squirm a bit, grabbing at the fabric of her cloak to pull it up over her head. It's a bit cumbersome and she absolutely ends up whacking Trevor in the face in the process but soon enough she's shimmied out of her robe, tossing it off to the side of the sofa. What she's wearing underneath it isn't anything fancy - just what equates to a tight fitted black tunic and leggings.]
[ Oh. Well then-- not that he's getting ahead of things, but there's something very familiar about getting whacked in the face by a disrobing Sypha. He smiles at her, clearly admiring her without the robes but his hands settle (relatively) innocently on her waist. ]
We don't have to go any further tonight, you know.
[Her reply is chirped as she settles back against him, her heartbeat in her ears. She's well aware that they don't have to do any more than they have but...it seems like a wasted opportunity. Wasted courage. She's already psyched herself up and the adrenaline she had been waiting for has finally kicked in. Slender fingers reach out to fiddle with the collar of the hunter's shirt.]
[She can't help but laugh at his question, her hands leaving his collar to hook lightly around his neck instead. She seems eager when she leans in to kiss him, first at the corner of his mouth with one to follow in the middle.]
[ In that way, her role here suits her -- but he'd rather not think about that right now. Just the weight and warmth of her in his lap. He tightens his grip slightly, pulling her in and tilting his face up to meet her kisses. ]
You're certainly picking this up quickly enough to be.
[Well, realistically it's kind of hard to say anything when she's half distracted with trading kisses with the man whose lap she's in. It's easier though, to fall back on cockiness and her usual brazen confidence, even if she has no idea what she's doing it. Fake it till you make it, right?]
[ It does seem to translate to physical skills as well, Trevor has to admit. Sypha's not only brilliant with magic, but in combat... she picks things up quickly.
His hands roam over her back as they kiss, one sliding back down to peek teasingly under the hem of her tunic. ]
[ For all his upset at what she doesn't remember, it's still worth it to have her here. He slips one hand up her tunic, smiling, trailing his fingertips along her spine. ]
[His hands are pleasantly warm, far more so than hers are, especially with the direct contact to her skin. They're not soft by any means but the roughness of the pads of his fingers is something she's delighting in.]
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[Way to put her in the mood, Trevor. His arm around her is a welcome weight however, and she leans into the touch.]
I'm sorry.
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[Trevor may be a lot of things but he wasn't an overbearing pervert or a man with bad morals. He was...nice, beneath the tough hide he had grown for himself over the years out of necessity. If she was going to do this with anyone, it would be him.
...and it would be a lie to say she hadn't imagined what it would be like to kiss him either.]
Close your eyes.
[It's not a question but a command as she shifts a bit on the couch, turning her body to face him better, cheeks growing darker by the second.]
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She just had to get over herself.
Sucking in a breath through her nose she plants a hand either side of his face, holding it in place. Maybe she would end up bad at this, maybe it would be weird...but it didn't matter. She leans in to press her lips against his, letting her own eyes close in the process. His mouth is warm. It's there beneath hers. The hair on his chin is kind of scratchy. She was kissing Trevor Belmont.
Lord.]
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His hand comes up to cup her cheek, far more gently than she's gripping his face. And he eases her into a proper kiss, tongue stroking her bottom lip until her mouth opens on a soft inhale. It's not aggressive, just gently leading her in the right direction as he did on their walk. Guidance.
Hopefully she'll be distracted enough by the brush of his tongue against hers that she won't mind the scruff. ]
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[The soft sound he coaxes out of her surprises her, the scruff of his face ignored as his tongue manages to coax her lips apart. She wasn't expecting him to touch her face in return, nor was she expecting him to know what he was doing...but then of course why wouldn't he know what he was doing? Trevor had been here for a few months by now - who knew how many people he'd kissed by now?
It's a bit unfair, she thinks, that he has the upper hand. In one way it's a blessing - it would do neither of them any good if both of them were fumbling along. Even so, she doesn't like others being better than her...surly she'd get better at this. With practice.
Yes. That.]
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If he keeps kissing her so she'll catch up faster, well. That's all it is, right? Giving her some confidence.
When he does break it so she can breathe he still holds her close, brushing their noses together affectionately. You can let go of his face, Sypha. ]
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This, surely, was no different. Right?
The nudge of their noses has her opening her eyes, her hands sliding away slowly from his face to rest on his shoulders instead. She's embarrassed, yes, and her stomach is in knots...but it's not a bad feeling. It's excitement, more than anything else.
The only problem is that this is a bit of an awkward angle. Maybe it would be better if she just...sat on him. Yeah. That makes sense. There's a bit of movement from her as she scoots closer, only to plop herself into his lap unceremoniously, legs bent and propped up on the cushions of the couch. That's better.]
If you say I'm heavy I'll pinch you.
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You're not.
[ And then he's kissing her again, his hand slipping back into her hair to cradle her head. For all his worries about how to approach this, it feels... natural now. It feels right. ]
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[The arm around her waist has her pressing against him instinctively, each hand she has braced on his shoulders giving him a small squeeze. The second kiss is a bit easier - it feels less forced, more natural. Meant to be, in a way, if she were going to allow herself to get all gooey and mushy about it.
It's hard to get the angle right, she finds, when it comes to kissing someone else. Their noses bump and teeth are a hazard...but if she just doesn't think about it and goes with her intuition then it's not so hard. It's almost easy.]
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He kisses her thoroughly breathless, and this time when they break apart it's easy to simply dip his head to kiss her neck instead. She might as well know what that feels like too, yes?
He's teaching. This is a learning experience, Sypha. ]
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[She can't help but make a sound when he begins to kiss her neck. She's not expecting it, but thinking about it it's not that strange that he'd decide to put his lips there. Isn't the collar of her cloak getting in the way? Apparently he seemed to be able to work around it.
Instinctively she tilts her head to the side, ever so slightly to grant him more access. It feels good.]
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...are you alright?
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[Just a bit flustered by the look of it. There's a prolonged pause as Sypha looks from Trevor to herself, her oversized sleeves. Without a word she begins to squirm a bit, grabbing at the fabric of her cloak to pull it up over her head. It's a bit cumbersome and she absolutely ends up whacking Trevor in the face in the process but soon enough she's shimmied out of her robe, tossing it off to the side of the sofa. What she's wearing underneath it isn't anything fancy - just what equates to a tight fitted black tunic and leggings.]
That's better.
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We don't have to go any further tonight, you know.
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[Her reply is chirped as she settles back against him, her heartbeat in her ears. She's well aware that they don't have to do any more than they have but...it seems like a wasted opportunity. Wasted courage. She's already psyched herself up and the adrenaline she had been waiting for has finally kicked in. Slender fingers reach out to fiddle with the collar of the hunter's shirt.]
I'll tell you if I want to stop.
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...if he's honest, the familiarity of the moment is as much of a turn on as the kissing, as Sypha partially unclothed in his lap.
Trevor huffs softly, the sound warm and amused. ]
Fair enough. Do you want to be in charge, then?
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[She can't help but laugh at his question, her hands leaving his collar to hook lightly around his neck instead. She seems eager when she leans in to kiss him, first at the corner of his mouth with one to follow in the middle.]
When am I ever not wanting to be?
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[ In that way, her role here suits her -- but he'd rather not think about that right now. Just the weight and warmth of her in his lap. He tightens his grip slightly, pulling her in and tilting his face up to meet her kisses. ]
You're certainly picking this up quickly enough to be.
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[Well, realistically it's kind of hard to say anything when she's half distracted with trading kisses with the man whose lap she's in. It's easier though, to fall back on cockiness and her usual brazen confidence, even if she has no idea what she's doing it. Fake it till you make it, right?]
I'm a genius.
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[ It does seem to translate to physical skills as well, Trevor has to admit. Sypha's not only brilliant with magic, but in combat... she picks things up quickly.
His hands roam over her back as they kiss, one sliding back down to peek teasingly under the hem of her tunic. ]
How could I forget?
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[The hands that roam up her back have her arching it instinctively, lashes low as she presses her forehead against Trevor's.]
Your hands feel nice.
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[ For all his upset at what she doesn't remember, it's still worth it to have her here. He slips one hand up her tunic, smiling, trailing his fingertips along her spine. ]
They could feel nicer.
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Is that so? Want to show me?
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