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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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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.

From the looks of things drawing this out isn't something Euri's even considered. Of course, from the looks of things Euri is likely having a difficult time forming any coherent thoughts at all, so the point may be moot.

She's making whimper-y little noises into the kiss, trying to return it while drawing in little puffs of air that aren't nearly enough to help calm her skinny form. She's still getting tense and hot and it's verging on uncomfortable.

Without realizing it her fingernails occasionally dig into his back, whenever his own fingers rub against her in that precise spot that makes her breath hitch and her body shiver hard. It doesn't take very long at all before she's murmuring for 'more' into the kiss.

It's the fingernails at his back that really spurn him forward, it makes him sharp and attentive and draws more breath from him than it should. Her murmuring isn't a bad incentive either, though.

He pulls his hand away, biting at her lower lip. It's not enough to draw blood (not yet, anyway), but he means it to be a suitable distraction while he feels around for the top of her panties and tugs them out of the way. He runs his fingers over her a little, just enough to get her used to the idea, before he slips one, two inside of her and feels his way around, trying to find a response.

The slight sting to her lip does take her focus away from his hand, though only for a few moments.

Euri feels a jolt, and suddenly she's clinging to Robin, burying her face in the crook of his neck, nails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood.

"A - ah -" Oh god, his fingers. This is intensely intimate and while she's still obviously nervous, she's also very, very excited. If he's as good with his hands as he is at kissing....

Euri blushes heavily at the thought, and presses her lips against his neck with an aroused purr.

As much as he's trying to pace himself, he's very tempted to forget all that with the stinging being scraped along his skin and the murmured, throaty moan that escapes him as presses down against her, wishing for a second that he could just forget it and fuck her right there and then.

But even as his own breath starts to grow heavier (waterlogged) he continues his meticulous work, brushing up against the inside of her with his fingertips and mercilessly teasing her wherever he gets her to squirm, to moan, to dig her fingernails further into his back.

It's too much for her. She's panting in between anxious, heavy moans, and she's begun to rock her hips in hopes of sating all the pressure that Robin's built up inside her. But all of her actions, her movements, her breaths are making her body scream for more, and eventually it's dawning on her that Robin is being a gigantic tease.

Yelling at him doesn't seem like the appropriate response. Besides, she isn't sure she could get enough air into her lungs for that. So she opts for another idea, one her pleasure-clouded mind thinks would be perfect to get his attention.

With an aroused growl Euri is biting down on Robin's collarbone, raking her nails over his back. Certainly drawing all this blood will make him notice she can't stand all this teasing.

To her credit, it definitely works.

He gasps, a growl quickly following as the feeling shoots along his collar and into his chest heart lungs ribs spine, especially, settling into the pit of his stomach with warmth and anxious anticipation. Damn it, he's weaker than he thought, affronted with this...

She may never realize her actions were ever severe, since his blood leeches away from her fingers and back towards the breaks in his skin, even as he's thinking entirely of other things. He mutters something harsh and barely audible against her jaw, a mix of sudden frustration and unforgiving want, and then his hand is gone--he wipes it against the covers without really thinking, slipping her panties all the way off in the next motion. They fall somewhere, but again--not paying attention.

He pulls away for a second, long enough to reposition her leg (gripping hard at her thigh, it will probably bruise a little) and undo the front of his pants--but he can't stand the sudden lack of heat, so he presses close to her again to chase away the cooler air and indulge himself in her scent again, her taste. He doesn't give her much warning before he enters her, pushing in deep and instinctively biting at her shoulder as a shudder wracks his skeleton.