Another Day, Another Abomination of Science

[argentmarteau]

[...Or perhaps not. Because for some reason, there's just smoke billowing out the tower.

We're sure there's a reasonable explanation for this.]

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[argentmarteau]

Little miss scientist did say she didn't want to be a notch on someone's belt again. It is amazing how many people ignore the implications.

[thefightisall]

Do you have any other fun surprises for me, then?

[That grin is wide and sharp enough to cut someone on.]

[argentmarteau]

Hmm...[She'll wrap her arms loosely around his waist and smiles downright wickedly.]

Wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?

[thefightisall]

Well make something out of you yet, then... Come on, my room isn't far from here.

[And it isn't, if she follows him. Turns out he's got his own little private quarters with everything he needs and a rather fixed up interior, since, well. Good to be the king.]

[argentmarteau]

[She whistles a little, looking around.] Got yourself one hell of a set-up here, don't you, Hadrian?

[thefightisall]

Of course. Certain things come with being the man in charge, after all.

[It's actually pretty tastefully decorated. He's got an eye for art, it looks like, though almost all of it is local.]

[argentmarteau]

I'm more impressed by the sense of interior design. I didn't take you for an art connoisseur.

[She's paused to look around the room, since she's actually pretty curious about he lives.]>

[thefightisall]

I can appreciate things that aren't violence, thank you.

[Well, aside from the one corner clearly designated for working out in, he's got things rather tastefully minimalist. The only real stand-out pieces are the previously mentioned paintings, most of which are landscapes or populated scenes, and few intricate rugs.]

[argentmarteau]

Didn't mean to imply you didn't. [She stops after a minute or two of inspection, and turns to face him.]

You know, I don't think the lad who made this knows what a selkie's dress is for. I can't imagine he'd want me in front of his beloved leader in something made specifically to lure ships and men to their doom on the rocks.

[Just. Casually putting that out there.]

[thefightisall]

I was mostly wondering how they knew you were a selkie.

[He does look her over, up and down, for a good long moment, though.]

I guess we're fine as long as we avoid water.

[argentmarteau]

I have no answers for that one.

[Smirking faintly.]

Yeah? More than one way to lead a guy to doom.

[thefightisall]

I'm not worried about it.

[He grins.]

You'd be far from the only person who's tried to kill me.

[argentmarteau]

I was kind of referring to a little death, but I suppose you're all about the challenge that gets there?

[It is amazing how well she pulls off that innocent tone. Either way, she's ending up leaning on the wall near...something flat and horizontal-ish, it doesn't really have to be the bed, and pulling her hair over one shoulder to leave her neck exposed. It is a surprisingly long and delicate neck.]

I still owe you a rematch, don't I?

[thefightisall]

[He'll smirk and step a little closer, hands brushing his coat back to rest on his hips.]

You do, though I don't think you'll fair much better this time.

[argentmarteau]

No? I don't intend to just let you win that easy, Hadrian.

[She reaches out, not to grab his collar but to simply...slide a finger alone his jaw to under his chin.]

I like to think I'm pretty good at improvising.

[thefightisall]

Is that so?

[His grin softens a bit at her reaching out to touch his face, and he'll follow it a bit closer.]

Then show me.

[argentmarteau]

[Did you know selkies have sharp teeth even in a human form? Because they do! And while she was gently about it, she did just basically bite at the base of his neck before licking all the way up it to whisper in his ear.]

You're on.

[thefightisall]

[Well, he responds by picking her up and tossing her back onto that vertical surface, which the vicissitudes of fate are declaring to be a divan he was using as a couch. He'll also pull his coat off, since that's the only clothing he had on his upper half, and move to crouch down over her.]

[argentmarteau]

[The Trials of Having Sex with a Barbarian Conqueror, a play by Eiriol Maxwell. She wasn't quite expecting that rough a reaction, if the squeak when he tosses her is any indication, but she does roll well with the punches, to her credit, and pretty immediately sits up, just in time to drag her palms down her chest. The wards are no longer totally active, but they do seem to contribute to a warm tingly feeling from her fingers, because that totally isn't an abuse of her circumstances at all.]

[thefightisall]

[Hey, she was the one who decided she wanted to have sex with the violent cyclops, and to furthermore signal this by challenging him and then biting him.

He'll press against the warded hands, probably provoking a stronger reaction from them. She, on the other hand, is getting the favor of biting down on his neck returned in kind, though he's clearly working down instead, into the neckline of that dress with his biting and licking.]

[argentmarteau]

[It seemed like a good idea at the time?

That biting gets a groan out of her, and a little more use of her nails as she works her way down his stomach towards his pants. The wards are growing warmer when he presses into them, just this side shy of actual burning, although she does seem to be trying to rein that in.]

[thefightisall]

[The fact that the dress is thin and gauzy means he's apparently not bothering with removing it, just savagely working his way down her chest with rough kisses through the fabric. He's also leaning forward toward her as he does this, hands exploring down her side toward her ass. If the burning bothers him, he's not letting it be known, more than slightly heavier breathing.]

[argentmarteau]

[He's definitely got her squirming, and one hands crept up, still hot, to rake her nails down his spine.

The other one is going down his pants once she's managed to cool that ward down some because, Savage King or not, she's pretty sure he doesn't want a hot magical ward touching his dick.]