[CAMPUS/IC] II

[fluffydeathdealer]

[This is a general post for threads that can't go anywhere else, to prevent making closed posts for one or two characters.

Threads here are 100% IC for the_campus.

11/02/14 - An Unexpected Guest
21/02/14 - Finally, No More Pantomime!
21/02/14 - Trial of the Heart: The Truth About Bakura?!
24/02/14 - Just Die Already! Sibyll Versus the Ring
17/03/14 - Tiny Trials With Bakura
21/03/14 - The Soul Alternative! Inside Harriet's Mind
23/03/14 - Bonds Between Men! A Reluctant Tolerance


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[fluffydeathdealer]

[Warm. That's his first thought. He can feel the heat of her body from being this close, the warmth of her skin, and it's almost comfortable. Letting his eyes fall shut, he relaxes, just feeling for a moment. Her lips are softer than Malik's, and he can feel the difference in their heights more easily. It's nice not being the shortest one for once. His hand leaves her face at last, idly drawing down her throat to rest on the front of her chest, fingers pressed against her shoulder.

It's interesting, in a way. He's no stranger to either men or women, and yet his contact with them in ways like this has been so scattered wide across time that it almost surprises him every time. After becoming used to Malik's initial awkwardness and later confidence, this is almost strange. Not in a bad way; that feeling of intimacy is still the same, the casual pleasure of it too - but definitely different. Despite that, his confidence never falters. She can probably feel his grin against her lips. The thing he hated the most in this world or any other was being uncertain. So why let such a thing exist when you could drive it out by action?

He presses her back into the chair suddenly as he takes on a more forceful role, his mouth pressing back against hers in a demanding manner. If he's going to kiss her, he might as well do it right. And right means that he isn't going to hold back even a little. Test or not... this isn't something he dislikes doing. Rather, it's something he's thought about in the past, offhandedly. Never seriously. The mere factor of being denied touch in that regard was enough to make him want it. And now he's getting a taste of it.

He's almost thankful to the other Malik for giving him this chance.]

[whiterosefoes]

[His lips are softer than Malik's too, to be honest. She remembers how the rest of his body was as well, when they'd cuddled after their Valentine's romp. Maybe those memories are why it feels the same here. But that was never really his body, was it? Thinking on that, she wonders why he appears to be the same even inside her soul. Maybe it's just so she will recognize him. Or maybe even he doesn't remember what he should be like. But either way, his hand trailing against her feels unusually tender, more than she would attribute to the man. Especially when he's grinning.

So she really has no idea why she feels so surprised when she's suddenly pinned against her chair. Nevertheless, she makes a noise of alarm.]

Mm- aah?! [But there's nowhere for her to retreat to, with him already pushing her down as far as she can go into the chair. As Harriet's arms reflexively jerk out, she's reminded that they're still tightly bound together as well, and her squirming has never amounted to much. More importantly, the cost of voicing her uneasiness was opening her mouth before his greedy lips. She's entirely captive to his fierce kiss. The way this feels has her blushing furiously - no one has ever dominated her like this before, especially not awkward, teenage Malik. Her head is screaming and she can't be sure if it's because she's mortified or turned on. Of course, in the peripheral garden, her flowers are in dazzling bloom.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[And then the obvious difference in their partnership shows. Awkward, teenage Malik was dating a guy who only looked teenage... who was in fact, so much older and so much more confident in himself. There's no hesitance in him as his tongue invades her open mouth, claiming it for his own like a king riding into a newly-captured territory. He can feel her squirming against him, and it only makes him want to keep going.

He lets his hand move then, fingers stroking over her collarbone briefly, along her throat, feeling her racing pulse beneath them, then down again and over her shoulder. They glance over the tape as he trails them down, feeling the warmth of her skin - but it wasn't real warmth, was it? Or real skin, for that matter - just to feel it. Her skin is surprisingly soft. He wonders if it's soft like that everywhere.

Well, she can't slap him, and if she bites him, all the better... so his hand casually settles on her chest, squeezing a little.

Yep. It's soft alright. But he didn't doubt that. He just wanted to feel it.]

[whiterosefoes]

[Her mind wavers back and forth between embarrassment and enchantment, as he begins in his attempt to conquer her mouth - by contrast, her tongue is already rising to the challenge on its own, permission from the workings of the brain be damned. Bakura certainly won't feel unwelcome in this place, and Harriet's already starting to slip into a more relaxed state. After all, she was the one who said it wasn't a big deal. Really, why shouldn't she enjoy it if he's kissing her with all he's got? She even sits up a bit, so she can lean into him more.

But she's still incredibly self aware from her restricted movement. He's already starting to trace all around her upper body, yet she couldn't even do anything back. It's vexing, the way she can't help but want what she can't have - she is pretty sure the thought wouldn't have even crossed her mind if she wasn't tied up like this. And then, while she was fretting over being turned on like this - he went and squeezed her tits! She really does want to bite him for that - a slight nip at his lips on her way pulling back.]

Hey!

[She stares at him, with his hands feeling her up. But she's not sure what to say. She sputters, still blushing a deep scarlet.]

D... Don't be so unfair...