[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.]
[ He does want to show her, more than anything right now. His other hand joins the first, skimming up her sides and pushing her tunic up, the fabric bunching on his wrists.
[There's a moment of silence shared between them as she pulls back to consider him once more. As cocky as she was managing to be right now his hands were on her and her tunic was being pushed up bit by bit. It was going to come off sooner or later so...why bother with it?
Swallowing she reaches down to do the honours herself, grabbing the hem between her fingers as she peels it up off her head, flinging it onto the couch cushion beside her. In doing so she's fully exposed, from the waist up anyway. Breasts and lean middle on display she finds her cheeks on fire, looking anywhere but Trevor's face.]
[ It's alright, Sypha, you won't regret it. Trevor's hands diverge here, one settling back on her waist and the other finishing its journey up to cup one of her breasts. He dips his head to kiss her collarbone, trailing his mouth down to the swell of the breast he's holding. And gently so as not to startle her, draws her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue. ]
[If only she could get over her embarrassment things would be far simpler, easier. She's never had someone touch her in such a way, let alone look at her the way Trevor does. It's weird to be considered a sexual being, in a way, when she had gone all her life hiding her curves and keeping her hair short. Femininity wasn't something to embrace or thing about among Speakers for safety's sake.
Now here she was, topless in front of Trevor Belmont of all people, with his hands on het skin and now his mouth...
Oh God, his mouth.
His tongue swirling over her nipple, lips encasing it, draws out a soft, breathy gasp. It feels good. Better than it probably should.]
[ Another moment of that and Trevor's lifting his head again to check on her, this thumb taking over the job of teasing her breast. She still seems alright, though, if flustered. ]
[It's hard not to be flustered when she's got Trevor's mouth on her and him asking her that makes her face burn tenfold.]
Well yes I-
[She presses her lips together, speechless for once. Part of her doesn't want to admit it felt good, it feels a bit like losing, but at the same time she doesn't want to discourage him...for him to stop.]
[ Oh he's not stopping. He trusts her, after all, and that includes to stop him if she wants. The slightest sign she's Done With This and he will, but right now she seems to be enjoying it, if embarrassed by that fact.
Trevor grins, and dips his head to the other side of her chest. ]
[That playful grin of his before he descends upon her other breast has her biting her lower lip, unsure of where to place her gaze. Eventually though it falls on him and what his mouth is up to. It's...an extremely erotic sight. Even more so when her brain reminds her that Trevor's tongue and lips are on her.]
[ The only frustrating thing about this position is that he can't go lower -- can't properly explore like he wants to. So when he lifts his head to kiss Sypha on the lips again, his hands slide to her ass... and then he's standing up, lifting her onto his hips and carrying her towards her bedroom. ]
[Well that's definitely not what Sypha was expecting Trevor to do. Being suddenly lifted into the air has her clinging to his neck, legs automatically wrapping around his waist. It would be embarrassing...if she didn't find it as amusing as she did.]
To be whisked away by a Belmont...what an honour.
[It's not like she's some damsel in distress but the comparison in her mind certainly has her chuckling to herself. Sypha was the complete opposite of such a stereotype but it'd be a lie to say it wasn't exciting to be carried in Trevor's arms.]
[ Trevor chuckles as well, navigating through the door with a thanks to his past self for choosing not to drink at dinner. ]
I'm glad you think so -- you're the first to have the honor in a long time.
[ He sets her down on the bed and nudges her to lie back, with a plan in mind. Unless she tells him to stop, he's going to show her just how nice it is to be touched. ]
[Set down on the bed she instinctively lies back, lashes low as she curiously watches him to see what he'll do next. Sypha may feel a bit nervous but it's woven into the equally powerful feeling of excitement that's begun to take hold.]
[ It's odd to Trevor that this feels a bit like the first time... there's a thrill in knowing that it's hers, at the least. That he can be the one, again. He settles between her legs and leans in for another kiss, one hand skimming down her side to settle at her waistband. ]
[For some reason that question has her cheeks flaring hot, complexion tinged red, more so than the kiss he'd just given her. The hand resting on her side at the waistband of her leggings suddenly feels rather warm. The only thing separating the skin of his fingertips to hers was a layer of cloth and nothing else.
Did she trust him? What sort of question was that?]
[ Time to lose those pants, then. Trevor's fingers curl under the edge of the fabric as he draws back again, pulling her clothing with him to get them off her. They're dropped carelessly over the side of the bed as he bends to kiss her stomach. ]
[She's never been this nude in front of a man before. Once the rest of her clothes are gone and she's left bare the reality of what's really happening hits her square in the face as he asks her to part her thighs. There's a bit of hesitation at first as she moves her knees apart, unsure as to what he wants to do exactly.]
[ It is fair. And if it'd make her more comfortable Trevor is happy to oblige. He sits back to take in the view as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, letting it slip off his shoulders and off.
Sypha will notice the new scarring -- a very deep cut on his right shoulder, and burns down that arm. Fresh enough to still be red. ]
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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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[ He does want to show her, more than anything right now. His other hand joins the first, skimming up her sides and pushing her tunic up, the fabric bunching on his wrists.
Off, Sypha?
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Swallowing she reaches down to do the honours herself, grabbing the hem between her fingers as she peels it up off her head, flinging it onto the couch cushion beside her. In doing so she's fully exposed, from the waist up anyway. Breasts and lean middle on display she finds her cheeks on fire, looking anywhere but Trevor's face.]
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Now here she was, topless in front of Trevor Belmont of all people, with his hands on het skin and now his mouth...
Oh God, his mouth.
His tongue swirling over her nipple, lips encasing it, draws out a soft, breathy gasp. It feels good. Better than it probably should.]
Ah...
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Better than you thought, hm?
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Well yes I-
[She presses her lips together, speechless for once. Part of her doesn't want to admit it felt good, it feels a bit like losing, but at the same time she doesn't want to discourage him...for him to stop.]
It's good.
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Trevor grins, and dips his head to the other side of her chest. ]
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Ah...
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To be whisked away by a Belmont...what an honour.
[It's not like she's some damsel in distress but the comparison in her mind certainly has her chuckling to herself. Sypha was the complete opposite of such a stereotype but it'd be a lie to say it wasn't exciting to be carried in Trevor's arms.]
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I'm glad you think so -- you're the first to have the honor in a long time.
[ He sets her down on the bed and nudges her to lie back, with a plan in mind. Unless she tells him to stop, he's going to show her just how nice it is to be touched. ]
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[Set down on the bed she instinctively lies back, lashes low as she curiously watches him to see what he'll do next. Sypha may feel a bit nervous but it's woven into the equally powerful feeling of excitement that's begun to take hold.]
Lucky me.
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Trust me?
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Did she trust him? What sort of question was that?]
...Of course. More than anyone else.
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Spread your legs, Sypha.
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You should take off your shirt too, you know.
[It's only fair.]
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Sypha will notice the new scarring -- a very deep cut on his right shoulder, and burns down that arm. Fresh enough to still be red. ]
Is that better?
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