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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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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.

Euri's first response is to let out a strained, anxious moan. He's stopped touching her and she feels even worse now and goddamnit if he's teasing her again -

- And then he's removing her panties. Oh. Oh. There's a flare of embarrassment rushing through her as she catches her breath. She's horny and really really naked down there and he's going for his pants too and she's wincing at how hard Robin is holding her leg, but it doesn't hurt that much and once she can get her arms around him again everything else is practically forgotten.

The abruptness of it all is what's making her suddenly tense and cry out. Pain shoots through her shoulder, and even though Robin isn't being that rough she's still unused to it.

Not that it's bad, she's realizing. She's nervous and a little scared and excited and all these emotions are meshing into one big rush she never got with Adel. Robin is unpredictable and unstable; it's as if being with him is some dangerous, unacceptable thing she isn't supposed to be doing.

Euri realizes she's got her nails in him again, but she lighten her grip. Instead, she purrs and presses her nails further into his shoulders and shifts her hips, finding the resulting sensations more than a little enticing. "....~"

"Mm..." It's a quiet, almost peaceful sound compared to his last. He lets her shift, relishing the feeling of her around him, his hand slipping away from her leg. Now that he's here, he thinks he can trust her to do what feels best.

He shifts inside of her, starting to move. He is gradual, maybe a little languid, at first; he's now a little preoccupied with her skin. He runs his tongue along the flowering red that's appeared where he bit her, the slight indents to her skin quickly fading. There's nothing better and more fulfilling than pleasure after pain, at least to him. More kisses at the end of it--there will always be more kisses, at least for her.

His pace slowly picks up as he moves to her mouth again, a little harsh (as a sweet payback for earlier). Now that he can afford it, one of his hands roams over her side and chest, eventually slipping under her bra to feel along (and tease) one of her breasts. If she thought keeping it on would somehow deter him... well, it obviously hasn't.

She's leaving her leg pulled up, foot resting on the bed to give herself a little leverage. Not that she's using it right away - her hips are going still when Robin begins to move, so she can get used to the feeling.

Funny, Euri was expecting to feel more self-conscious than she actually is. Maybe it's because she's been through this once before with Adel, maybe it's because the attention Robin is showering on her (even if some of it has been painful) is making it clear to her that he really doesn't care how little experience she's had. Either way, she doesn't try to bite back the small gasps and whimpers that escape her when he presses forward. The noises make it difficult to kiss him back, but she does her best, and makes up for it by grabbing his hair again.

His hand on her chest makes her jump, but when he really starts touching her she finds she's arching her back responsively. She's shy about her chest size (what girl her age wouldn't be?) but the garment is quickly becoming unnecessary.

No, not just unnecessary. It's now inconvenient.

Euri reluctantly pulls a hand away from Robin, so she reach behind her back and get at the clasps to her bra. As long as Robin keeps up with those touches she doesn't mind getting rid of the damn thing, flinging it away from the bed before her hands find his sides and trail downwards slowly.

He allows himself a celebratory smirk at that, a soft laugh between shallow breaths. It's kind of a victory, he thinks, since she was so reluctant to part with it earlier. He's more than happy to touch her more, especially with nothing in the way.

Hah, it's not really getting easier to breathe; not with what little air he's taking in. Her skin (or his?) is getting hot and their closeness is a little suffocating, but it's addicting and feels good and the tightness coiling up isn't something he can ignore anymore.

He wants more, but his balance is a little precarious--even now he's sometimes pressing down a little too hard against her ribs or her side (though he's honestly trying to avoid it) just to keep himself steady. To fix it he breaks their string of kissing and leans away a little, panting to catch his breath while he can...

And then he makes up for with his mouth what he can't do with his hands; he leans forward again, licking a long, hot line down the center of her chest before he runs his tongue over the rest. He expects both a hand and his mouth to make pretty quick work of things, especially with how he's able to speed up now, pressing himself inside of her again and again with a rising urge to find his edge.

The pressure isn't what's bothering Euri. Though it is making it harder and harder for her to catch her breath, she likes the feeling of his body pressed so hard up against her own.

It's the heat. It's inescapable and rippling through her body, but in a teasing way that's driving her crazy. Robin's is warm, too; his chest and his hands and his hips. His mouth, especially; his ministrations to her chest just makes her squirm and whimper with need.

And when he speeds up she can't take it anymore. Euri's moaning out his name, anxiously rocking her hips back against his in an effort to quell the heat, but it still isn't enough. She wants to scream in frustration, but settles for clawing up his back again, practically begging for him to go harder, faster.

His back again, skin more sensitive and sending jolts of sensation through him regardless of the touch; her clawing is exhilarating, the pain tenses him up and he moves faster, pushing harder, just like she wants.

He focuses most of his attention on that, now, anxious to finish. Just as she moans out his name, her own escapes in a mutter against her neck, right before a shiver and a heated moan against his volition.

Much better.

The begging ceases as Euri finds herself now focused on his movements, each thrust sending a heavy pulse of heat and pleasure rolling through her body. It's maddening, and it isn't much longer until she feels something in her break. Her muscles tense as she cries out, much louder this time, her climax crashing into her body with little warning. All she can do is cling to Robin and ride it out, her eyes squeezed shut and her back arching.

It doesn't take him very long to catch up, especially with a response like that (her arching around him, slick and tense and shuddering so vehemently), her cry loud enough to stay ringing in his ears in his head at the edges of his skull reverberating back down through his bones and ribs and spine and--

He pulls away and out of her before he arrives ('no need to complicate things' is one thought that stands out through the haze) but his finish leaves him no less out of breath, voice momentarily choked on a sound he doesn't want to let out.

Eventually he sighs, though, happily leaning back down and nuzzling at her neck, leaving more kisses. Mm, he liked that one... and the scratches at his back are healing up without so much as a smear of blood left to show for it.

Euri is left trembling and panting for air, still clinging to him even as her body gradually relaxes. A heady fuzziness is settling down on her, and it's a few moments before her eyes slide open.

Vaguely she realizes her stockings are still on, but her attention is drawn to Robin. Loosening her grip, she tilts her head back so he has easier access to her neck, and sighs contentedly. Her body feels all tingly and warm and satisfied, and she has absolutely no desire to move from this spot.

So yeah. That happened.

The late morning had him up and about, getting coffee and other things started. Now he's sitting around on the one of two provided kitchen chairs, bare feet propped up against the edge of the seat, mostly just waiting for Euri to wake up--and not for the first time, he notes.

He's taken a couple of precautions to make sure she doesn't immediately run off, in case she panics or something... though he doesn't think she would. Run off, he means--the panicking might happen regardless. For now he's just watching her sleep, quietly memorizing the way her hair clings about her face, occasionally being distracted by a bird chirping outside.

Ah, right. He opened the window, too, but that's just a personal preference.

It isn't the smell of coffee or the noises outside that wakes Euri up, it's the lack of something to hug while she dozes. Most commonly this is Dog, or one of her dog stuffed animals. Occasionally it's been Robin.

She mumbles something incoherent and gropes around, but only finds an empty bed. This pulls her further out of half-conscious territory, enough to make her notice the throbbing aches and stings all over her body. With a groan she rolls onto her stomach and buries her face in the pillow, wanting to just go back to sleep until she's feeling better.

But her being the only one in the bed is sinking in, and after only a couple seconds her eyes are flying open and she's moving to sit up. Oh, god, Robin didn't just leave did he -

But she spots him almost immediately, and so with her fear abated she begins to relax - and quickly pulls the covers up over her chest, face reddening. "............ Morning."

As soon as she's properly awake, he smiles and looks fairly pleased that she's returned to the land of the living. "Svetcha." Which means, as she should strangely understand, 'good morning' back.

He stretches his legs out for a moment, pressing his toes to the floor before he properly stands and walks into the kitchen area. He comes back with two mugs, putting one on the bedside table and putting the other in her hand whether she wants to take it or not.

"Drink this." He says, then reaching for his own mug. They appear to be filled with coffee (with some cream too, because that's how he likes it and didn't know what kind Euri would prefer).

He sits down next to her, settling comfortably, and takes a sip of his own. "How are you feeling?"

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