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Here's something no one in Paradisa would ever expect to see: Euri, grinning from ear to ear, on the verge of skipping down the sidewalk in City Royale. It's a bizarre sight, made even stranger by the fact that she seems to be bleeding a bit from the side of her head, and there's a nasty red mark on her arm that's threatening to turn into a bruise.

Yup, it's as if she doesn't even notice.

She pauses at a corner and looks around - checking to see if she can spot a specific person - and when she doesn't see him she continues on, not even the least bit annoyed. Very un-Euri-like, but in her mind she has every right to be utterly ecstatic.

Because today, on this perfectly average summer day, she managed to cast her first curse.

It's a big deal to Witches, and especially so to her, as virtually all of them are able to do as around thirteen. Five years late is a long time, but she isn't thinking about that right now. All that's on her mind is that she isn't a complete failure as a Witch, and therefore, still has a chance of fitting in.

It's the best feeling in the world, and it's one she wants to share with more than just Dog. Unfortunately, there are few people in Paradisa she can even discuss this with, and even fewer who would approve of curse casting. So she's hunting down probably the only person who would be okay with it, even if he's sometimes not the easiest person to find. She's starting to debate summoning Dog, so he can do his whole bloodhound tracker thing....

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"Mm..." He looks it over for a moment, "That's pretty easy."

He does much the same thing he did before, tracing his fingers in a spontaneous pattern over her skin. It will feel strange, the blood rushing up and clearing things out; getting rid of the bad blood. It's a strange cold, a little like the feeling of blood rushing back into a numbed limb.

But when he's finished, it looks better already. He leans his head forward, oddly, as if he was perhaps going to press his lips to her skin--but he must have changed his mind, because he lets go of her arm and looks back at her patiently, just the same as last time.

"Bruises are the easiest. There's nothing to stitch up, really."

It's one thing for him to be touching her with his fingers - he offered to help, after all - but his leaning forward is making her freeze up. That small movement is what is finally making her hesitate.

"Good... thing he didn't use his sword properly, then," she says, after a moment. She meant for her comment to come out more sarcastically, but she's still a bit shocked so it's falling flat and sounding awkward. Because, well....

She lowers her arm, then grabs the hem of her shirt with both hands and tugs it up. Cian did a number on her abdomen, there's more skin about to bruise all along her stomach and up her side. The contrast between her injuries and her normal pale skin tone is stark. In addition, in an intricate circle around her navel, are the black runes signifying her contract with Cerberus.

"... He knocked me down a few times," is the only explanation she can come up with without making it sound like he kicked her ass.

"Ah," is his only immediate reply, looking down at the exposed, reddening skin with mild surprise. He hadn't thought his previous action all that strange, considering it's him, but now her own response makes a little more sense.

He hums a stray note, figuring he'll just have to keep his hands to himself. Well--his hands aren't the problem, but it's the same idea (he can't help that her skin's such a pretty color and she smells nice and... well...).

"I dunno," he leans in a little, "I'm kind of impressed you haven't been wincing until now. Not bad." He means it as a compliment, honestly, as he reaches forward to brush his fingers along that bizarre black pattern. He can't tell if the skin is warm because of the marks or because of how the skin is inflamed... but he aims to fix that soon.

Just the same as before, he moves over the marks, as if tracing invisible lines that only he can see. He works his way up, energy shifting between the two of them and letting out some of the tension stored up in his fingers, muscles, bones. He stops at her side, pressing his palm lightly against her lower ribs, waiting patiently for the marks to disappear.

"What can I say? I'm tough." There's the slightest shake to her voice, and Euri suddenly finds the wall to be very, very interesting.

Right, she hadn't quite thought this through all the way. Every so often her muscles reflexively twitch under Robin's touch, though she's working to suppress that as best she can. But it's hard ignoring his fingers, especially when they're so nice and cool and leaving more tingling sensations in their wake as her blood vessels heal.

Speaking of... he seems to be doing fine in the concentration department, plus this is her last injury. It couldn't hurt to ask about that now.

"How... how come I keep feeling - it's almost like a spark, or something - um, whenever you touch me? Not just when you're using magic, it's... whenever you don't have gloves on."

Oh god, that sounded so lame.

He draws his eyes away from her skin (the red marks being leeched away by flesh blood) to glance up at her face, hoping for some sort of clue in her expression--does she like it? Does she hate it, think it strange? Most people do. It's one of the many reasons he keeps to himself when he can. This place, and all the magic in it, is the only reason he's been so careless with who he touches.

He has half the mind to make a crack at her obvious attraction towards him, but decides against it. He does seem to be on a kind streak, after all. "It's... something that happens, with me. It's kind of hard to explain."

Now it's his turn to look back down, focusing on his hand at her side. "It's like... my body is a container, but it's constantly producing more magic, and more energy. Eventually the container becomes so full that when I touch people, it leaks out into them and back out into the world. It's not harmful or anything--" He assures her, quickly, "It should just go right through you. And the feeling will disappear in a minute or so, once it all levels out."

... He's happy to use that as the excuse for why his hand is still resting at her side, long after it really had to be there.

"Oh," is how she starts. Well, it's not as if it's an unpleasant feeling, and if it isn't dangerous there's absolutely no problem. She nods, glancing back over at him, looking satisfied with the answer. "I was just curious. I don't mind it - it's... kind of interesting." Certainly nowhere near as creepy as the congealed blood.

Euri's eyes travel down to her abdomen. Her injuries have healed up nicely, and there's nowhere else Robin really needs to look at....

Her gaze is kind of hovering on his hand as she remembers he mentioned drinks earlier. Yeah, they could go do that, and she could try to figure out what she's going to do about Adel. Whether he's even worth wreaking vengeance on.

That's the reasonable thing to do. They don't really need the room anymore, now that she's not about to become a bruised mess.

"That's my last injury..." she says, eyes flicking back up, making no attempts to move his hand. She's letting go of her shirt, but only so she can grab the front of Robin's and yank him into a brief but hard kiss. When she pulls back suddenly she's blushing a bit.

... What? It's not as if she has to worry about Adel's feelings anymore.

"Thanks for your help."

So in this case, not making fun of her was definitely the right choice.

She can probably feel his fingers press into her skin and hear his quick inhale--out of surprise more than anything. She'd made it pretty clear that she wasn't interested in this sort of thing earlier; even with her holding his hand and touching his hair (those don't count), he didn't see this coming.

He's still confused when she pulls back, not entirely sure what to say. But one thing is unquestionably obvious--with a kiss like that, she's given him an invitation.

"You're..." Welcome. You're welcome. You're--oh, fuck it. "You're a way better kisser already."

Which is all he says before he kisses her back, just as hard. His hand slides to her back so that he can pull her closer to himself, determined to at least keep up the point that he is the better kisser in this relationship.

But Euri isn't about to let him one-up her. Because damnit, she's tired of failing miserably at finding someone who has even a hint of interest in monogamy. If Adel can't even do it....

... She doesn't want to think about him right now. She wants to keep her mind on Robin. He's anything but monogamous, and it still annoys her to no end, but for once it's something she wants to choose to ignore. It'll be dealt with later, not right now. Right now she just wants to keep kissing him and touch him some more and, most importantly, make him regret that smarm.

Euri returns the kiss for a few moments, then pulls back again with a slight glare. "That..." she replies, moving to straddle his lap, pushing the feelings of apprehensiveness it brings away, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Is one of the worst things you can say to a girl."

Smarm is not something that Robin could ever regret; one might have an easier time convincing someone that they regret breathing. He is nothing short of utterly pleased when she moves forward, on top of him.

With the way she's glaring at him (almost playfully, he thinks), he has more than enough time to bring his other gloved hand up to his mouth, biting at the tips of his fingers and tugging until he's managed to remove his glove with his teeth. He could have just used his hand, yes, but that's busy at her back, feeling (counting) up her ribs. Besides, it's a warning; he wants her to know what she's really getting into.

"All right, then." He nuzzles her chin up and out of the way (seeming entirely against doing anything helpful with his hands, this time around--that newly freed fingers are busy with her hair, just brushing down the back of her neck), "What is one of the best things I can say to a girl?"

It's all right if she doesn't come up with an answer. He runs his lips along her neck, leaving kisses here and there--he expects her to be a little distracted.

Her brain doesn't want to settle on one coherent reaction. She's nervous, second-guessing herself, not entirely sure she knows what she's getting into, more than a little turned on, and incredibly determined to keep up with him. And that's just from watching him remove that glove.

There's still his other hand, moving over her back and making her shiver. And then his mouth....

No, no. Keep it together. He isn't going to win that easily.

... Still, it's hard to think up anything specific when his hands and mouth are all over her, so instead of properly answering Euri will reach up to grab his hair tightly with one hand. "No backhanded compliments..." she manages to get out after a moment, and she has to draw in a deep breath before she can continue. "That's a good start."

There's a muffled grunt against her neck when she grabs at his hair, his shoulders hunch up a little, he draws in a breath--but he's corrected himself by the exhale, the tight grip on his hair serving as encouraging more than anything.

He doesn't immediately see how the compliment was backhanded, but he figures he might as well just take the woman's opinion on this one. He thinks of asking, smugly, whether backhanded actions are also out of the picture--or of leaning backwards and letting himself hit the bed, presumably watching her panic a little with all the control suddenly in her hands.

Hm. Maybe he'll save that one for later, actually. He settles for a chuckle against her skin, "I'll try my best."

From there he merely increases his attention to her neck, his kisses becoming more involved. He's moving up, pressing his lips against the hard part of her neck, the soft part under her jaw, the bone that runs just above that...

That reaction isn't being missed. There's a tiny spark of triumph in Euri, though she doesn't immediately understand why touching his hair caused him to get tense. Not when she's done it plenty of times in the past with much calmer results.

Now isn't the best time for contemplation, though.

"Good," she mumbles, before she arches her body against his and tilts her head, catching his lips with her own. She's kissing him hard again, much harder than that night she was drunk, because in her mind she has something to prove. This time around she's not going to let herself freak out over lack of experience.

He is at least responsive, another small groan coming from the back of his throat at Euri nearly smashes her lips into his. He's somewhere between telling her to relax and inviting her in for more, settling more on the latter than the prior. He deepens the kiss as he can, urging her to explore and push forward even more. He wants her to get used to this, he wants her to like this, more than anything.

He refuses to be pushed backwards, though, pressing forward himself just enough to stay balanced. His fingers move again, up the new curve of her back and over her spine and eventually he slides a hand under her bra strap while tugging on her shirt with the other. If it's okay with her, or... if she'd rather to it herself, he makes it clear that he'd prefer them off.

Euri does push forward, both with her mouth and her body. The latter isn't doing much, since she's much smaller and weaker than him, but the former is causing her to let out a pleasured little noise akin to a purr. Robin is a really good kisser, and she hates having to break it for air and to shed some clothing.

Her shirt isn't a big deal. She pulls it up and over her head, tossing it haphazardly onto the floor. Unsurprisingly, she's pale all over with no hint of even a tiny bit of tanning. But for once this doesn't bother her at all, since Robin's just as pale.

It's her bra (red and expensive and matches her eyes) that's making her hesitate. She can vaguely remember having this problem with a certain redheaded necromancer... but this time she doesn't even have the luxury of being drunk, so instead of removing it, Euri is just kissing Robin again.

He has to move his arms momentarily as well, and his fingers slip further down her back--it's all right with him, the bra can stay for now. He thinks it's kind of cute. What is she, shy? But playing so fiercely at dominance--she really is full of strange surprises.

It'll suffice. There's a lot more skin to touch now, to kiss--he breaks away from her to do just that, running his tongue along her collarbone before ending with simple, light kisses at her shoulders. He loves her skin; it's like porcelain, but smells of trees and earth (and he can't help but wonder how it tastes...).

He sighs quietly, contentedly, before he leans away from her. Not because he's finished--far from that--but just so that he can reach for the hem and peel off his own shirt, not minding that the sleeves will be inside-out later. It lands somewhere near Euri's and is soon likewise forgotten; he's preoccupied with wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against him, chest rising with the sensation of skin on skin, of the tightness (the aching) being drained from his body. Like a tightly-wound wire that's finally been loosened.

Ahah... He can really start to enjoy himself, now.

The lack of smarmy comments about her bra - hell, the fact that he hasn't tried to remove it himself - causes Euri's confidence to swell, even as the feeling of his tongue against her skin makes her shiver with pleasure.

Good, she'll take it off when she's ready. Ha ha, maybe she'll even make him work for it. 'If you're going to be promiscuous, fine. But you're going to have to put in extra effort if you want me to sleep with you.' She likes that idea. She likes it a lot.

Her hands momentarily fall away from Robin when Euri sees him going for his shirt. There's a surge of heat in the pit of her stomach, at the memory of the last time she saw him shirtless, but it's abruptly overwhelmed by electrical jolts brought on his so much of his skin against her own.

"A - aah....~" Pale shoulders tremble, but not in a painful way. If anything this is making her even more turned on. Her arms wrap around him quickly, hands clinging to his back in a needy manner that almost cries for more. "Th - that felt good."

"Yeah?" He hums a small, pleasured noise into her shoulder. He's really glad. It's not insecure, but... if there's anything that would have turned her away, it's how he can make her skin crawl with a touch. He's almost a little disappointed that his energy is leveling, out--he would have liked to give her more of that feeling, the way she's clinging onto him like that.

He takes hold of her hips and scoots her forward, onto himself. She can probably feel that she's not the only one turned on by all of this. He keeps his hands on her waist, fingers sliding under her shorts now. He remembers how much she liked that sort of thing last time...

Ah, no, he changes his mind. A better idea; two birds with one stone. He moves his hands to her shoulders and pushes her away (gently, but insistently), taking the chance to lean and fall back onto the bed himself.

"You should take your boots off," he says, all casual. It'd be a shame to get the bed all messed up, after all (it is a nice bed). He gives her an alluring look, as if to further assure her he isn't going anywhere... and to tempt her to follow him down.

While she's more than happy to be pulled closer (shifting her hips to get more comfortable), getting pushed away is just confusing. Euri blinks at Robin, no idea what he's doing until his back is against the bed and he's speaking.

"Wha - oh, right," she says sheepishly, ducking her head so he can't see her embarrassment. Of course, she completely forgot about those.

She yanks her boots off quickly (really quickly, it's got to be some kind of boot removal record), and she tosses them onto the floor. After a moment of thought, unzips the fly on her shorts and quickly gets rid of those as well, leaving her in just her underwear and black stockings. Unsurprisingly, her panties match her bra, red and just a tiny bit on the skimpy side.

As she settles down on top of him it's really sinking in how much further they've already gone than last time. They're into territory with which she only has a drunken familiarity. But Euri refuses to let that deter her. She nuzzles against Robin's neck, at the same time experimentally rubbing her leg against the front of his pants. Another attempt at trying to be dominant, even though she has barely any idea what she's doing. "Better?"

He barely has time to kick one of his own shoes off by the time Euri's boots land with an uneven thudding sound on the floor, so her decision to further undress is welcomed in more ways than one--he's able to wiggle the other one off in time for her to settle back down on him, drawing his leg up a little in response.

He likes the attention at his neck, craning his head back, inviting her to do more. Her efforts aren't wasted further down, either. He closes his eyes, one hand reaching for her waist and the other tangling up in her hair. He pulls her head closer, muttering in her ear. "Much better. Do whatever you want..."

Wait, what.

Euri freezes for a split second, then pushes herself back just enough so she can look him in the eye. "R... really?" He's giving up already? That can't be right, why would he -

Wait a minute.

Red eyes narrow as she regards him with suspicion. "Are you teasing me?"

A little surprised by her reaction, he has to let out a breathy laugh. His arm hangs by his fingers, still curled around the base of her neck. It's what he'd imagined earlier, just a few moves late. Two out of three ain't bad, or so they say.

"I'm not. Is it that surprising?" He smirks up at her. Even if he wasn't teasing her then, she makes it so easy to start now, "But if that's not what you're into..."

He takes advantage of her confusion and suspicion (and momentary distractedness) to push her over, rolling on top of her. He steals a quick kiss to try and keep her down, his hand ghosting down her middle; it stops momentarily, his fingers presumably tracing along where he feels that warmth around her stomach. Then he goes lower, and lower, until he's pressing his fingers against her through already questionably thin fabric.

Yeah, the smarm isn't going away any time soon. "I can be whatever you want."

Euri lets out a little squeak, one that's muffled by the kiss. Wait, shit, this isn't right - she's on her back and he's the one on top, he's the one in control and he's kissing her and dear god she's shivering as her mind plays catch-up.

... Damnit! She was doing so well! At least, she thinks she was... Robin probably was just teasing her. Euri would be thoroughly annoyed if she wasn't busy responding to the kiss, squirming under his touch. Whatever semblance of control she thought she had is going out the window when his fingers finally stop.

"R - Robin...!" She tries to sound angry, but her tone is far from it, more of a mixture between nervousness and surprise. To make it even worse, she's reflexively pressing her legs together, as if she's being overcome with modesty. Mostly she's just flustered at Robin's comment, and the look he's giving her.

He chuckles again, smiling that strange smile of his. It's just too much fun watching her like this. He really likes her, and the surprised noises she makes, and the way her hair falls about her face like that.

"You're great," he says, leaning down to nearly grin against her skin. More kisses, a very light bite to to where her neck and her shoulder meet. He could do this for hours, just get lost in her. "Hah, am I going too fast? Just tell me."

He's busy balancing what's best for her and what's best for him; he doesn't want to do anything that frightens her or makes her more uncomfortable than she'd like. But still, his fingers start to move a little, stroking her slowly. He would have had to move his hand anyway if she wanted him to stop, so it... well... the reasoning made more sense in his head.

The blush renewing on her cheeks isn't because of him touching her, but because of his compliment. Even though her plan to be impressive and dominant has just crashed and burned he sounds sincere, not teasing at all. "Ah...."

It's confusing and reassuring, and all she can do is shake her head. She still doesn't want to come across as inexperienced, despite being so. "I'm fine...!" she says quickly, coiling her arms around him. He's much better to cling to than the bed, and this way her fingers can explore his back, tracing shaky, tense little paths over his skin as the rest of her body responds to his hand.

"Nnh...~" She can feel her breaths getting louder, shallower, and she squirms at the heat he's creating. "You're... you're good at this."

He mumbles an affirmation against her neck; he knows. His immediate response would have been 'I've had a lot of practice', but somehow he thinks that Euri wouldn't like that so much. She seems content in what may very well be a world of illusions, where there is only her and himself and no one else. And he's all right with that too. No need to drag thoughts of others into this, especially when she's just fine on her own.

He shivers a little under her fingers, rewarding her with a proper kiss (she seems to like those a lot) and slowly speeding up his movements. He doesn't know how long she can last, but he's trying to pace it; if not for her, then at least for himself.