[ Well, shit. If Nicole insists on getting into his personal space and putting her grubby hands on him, then she should expect that same kind of treatment in turn.
Without even thinking about it, Baphomet reaches over and gently cups her pretty face, meeting her gaze in silent appraisal. She really is gorgeous for a mortal, he thinks, the rough pad of his thumb tenderly stroking over the signature beauty mark right under her left eye, before descending back down to her glossy pink lips, skimming over them.
And even though she can be a brat some... er, most of the time, it's her strong will and unwavering loyalty to her companions which he finds admirable. Endearing. Lovable. ]
Like what?
[ He asks, playing dumb instead of just being obnoxiously obtuse as per usual. ]
( a touch she doesn't shy away from, considering she's the first to breach the line. unusual for the skittish hare, but she allows it enough to lean just a touch against his fingers when they skim along her cheek. )
You aren't sure?
( it's far easier to fall into this role, the defiant and strong-willed; a brat by most standards. being soft in their line of work would only endanger her and those she's taken in, after all. )
Do you need me to show you?
( a clear taunt, one she makes through her lashes as if it'd give her any hint of innocence, keeping her lips parted just enough to let her teeth nip at the pad of his thumb. nothing painful, and nothing lasting. fleeting, careful, but no less with her intent.
that hand of hers doesn't go anywhere improper, mind. letting it slide down the firm of him just enough to rest against his belly, pressing to see if he'd yield and step back, or stand his ground and let her get comfortable against him. )
It's not too late to get that drink of yours though, if you prefer.
( see, if he moves, she'd only be helping get him to the kitchen. isn't she so thoughtful? )
[ When she presses against his stomach, she'll be met with the taut, unyielding muscles that make up his abs.
And whenever she does manage to get that t-shirt off him, she'll find that he looks just as good as he feels under her fingertips. ]
... Hmm.
[ Even though that chilled plum-flavored alcoholic goodness is beckoning him to the kitchen, he ultimately decides that it can wait, because: ]
Think I'd rather have a taste of you instead.
[ But that's enough talking. Dipping his head low, Baphomet leans in to press his lips against Nicole's in a firm kiss, his free hand reaching around to settle itself on the small of her back, pulling her closer to his body. ]
( she gets her answer when he doesn't so much as budge, and there's a cat-like grin tugging on the corners of her lips as she meets him the rest of the way. she doesn't intend to be devoured without having a taste of her own. a pride thing, probably.
but it won't be hard to feel the slight way her hand falters in pressure against the warm firm of his abdomen, distracted by the kiss and sighing her relief against his mouth when she's finally pressed up against him. whatever quip she has is tangled up on the tip of her tongue and the flutter in her belly, but it hardly matters now.
as if appeased, the hand pressed between them smooths its way down to his side, her index hooking onto a belt loop playfully as she trails her thumb up and along his hip.
she'll break off the kiss then before he entirely robs her of breath, the tip of her nose nudging against his briefly as she hums. lingering close, of course, mere centimeters away as if that'll keep him from seeing the flush of pink that's painted itself across her skin. )
[ It's no exaggeration to say that there's a real risk of him becoming addicted to this-- the sweet taste of Nicole's lips, their plush softness, the scent of her hair and whichever alluring perfume she has on, the warmth of her curves pressing into the solid ridges of his well-toned body.
It all just feels so... nice, and it immediately hits him that he's missed this kind of closeness. Because even a distrusting asshole like him has realized the value and importance of love and affection.
So it's unsurprising that he's smiling -- yes, an actual smile and not the typical bloodthirsty, unhinged grin he wears whenever he's in the middle of combat -- when the kiss is broken.
The smile makes it very obvious that he very much enjoyed the kiss, yet he replies with a cheeky: ]
Hard to say.
[ Her thumb teasing at his hip only encourages him further, and so he greedily buries his face in the crook of her neck, kissing a trail right down to the swell of her cleavage, right over that second cute little beauty mark, before making his way back up to her chin, and then her lips. ]
... Think I need a second helping.
[ Or... third depending on how you look at that quick little peck he'd just given her (it doesn't count, it's way too sweet and chaste).
Still smiling, he kisses her on the lips again, but wastes no time deepening it after a few seconds, his greedy tongue pressing into her sweet mouth, wanting to claim and explore. ]
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[ Well, shit. If Nicole insists on getting into his personal space and putting her grubby hands on him, then she should expect that same kind of treatment in turn.
Without even thinking about it, Baphomet reaches over and gently cups her pretty face, meeting her gaze in silent appraisal. She really is gorgeous for a mortal, he thinks, the rough pad of his thumb tenderly stroking over the signature beauty mark right under her left eye, before descending back down to her glossy pink lips, skimming over them.
And even though she can be a brat some... er, most of the time, it's her strong will and unwavering loyalty to her companions which he finds admirable. Endearing. Lovable. ]
Like what?
[ He asks, playing dumb instead of just being obnoxiously obtuse as per usual. ]
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You aren't sure?
( it's far easier to fall into this role, the defiant and strong-willed; a brat by most standards. being soft in their line of work would only endanger her and those she's taken in, after all. )
Do you need me to show you?
( a clear taunt, one she makes through her lashes as if it'd give her any hint of innocence, keeping her lips parted just enough to let her teeth nip at the pad of his thumb. nothing painful, and nothing lasting. fleeting, careful, but no less with her intent.
that hand of hers doesn't go anywhere improper, mind. letting it slide down the firm of him just enough to rest against his belly, pressing to see if he'd yield and step back, or stand his ground and let her get comfortable against him. )
It's not too late to get that drink of yours though, if you prefer.
( see, if he moves, she'd only be helping get him to the kitchen. isn't she so thoughtful? )
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And whenever she does manage to get that t-shirt off him, she'll find that he looks just as good as he feels under her fingertips. ]
... Hmm.
[ Even though that chilled plum-flavored alcoholic goodness is beckoning him to the kitchen, he ultimately decides that it can wait, because: ]
Think I'd rather have a taste of you instead.
[ But that's enough talking. Dipping his head low, Baphomet leans in to press his lips against Nicole's in a firm kiss, his free hand reaching around to settle itself on the small of her back, pulling her closer to his body. ]
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but it won't be hard to feel the slight way her hand falters in pressure against the warm firm of his abdomen, distracted by the kiss and sighing her relief against his mouth when she's finally pressed up against him. whatever quip she has is tangled up on the tip of her tongue and the flutter in her belly, but it hardly matters now.
as if appeased, the hand pressed between them smooths its way down to his side, her index hooking onto a belt loop playfully as she trails her thumb up and along his hip.
she'll break off the kiss then before he entirely robs her of breath, the tip of her nose nudging against his briefly as she hums. lingering close, of course, mere centimeters away as if that'll keep him from seeing the flush of pink that's painted itself across her skin. )
So, do I have the chef's approval?
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It all just feels so... nice, and it immediately hits him that he's missed this kind of closeness. Because even a distrusting asshole like him has realized the value and importance of love and affection.
So it's unsurprising that he's smiling -- yes, an actual smile and not the typical bloodthirsty, unhinged grin he wears whenever he's in the middle of combat -- when the kiss is broken.
The smile makes it very obvious that he very much enjoyed the kiss, yet he replies with a cheeky: ]
Hard to say.
[ Her thumb teasing at his hip only encourages him further, and so he greedily buries his face in the crook of her neck, kissing a trail right down to the swell of her cleavage, right over that second cute little beauty mark, before making his way back up to her chin, and then her lips. ]
... Think I need a second helping.
[ Or... third depending on how you look at that quick little peck he'd just given her (it doesn't count, it's way too sweet and chaste).
Still smiling, he kisses her on the lips again, but wastes no time deepening it after a few seconds, his greedy tongue pressing into her sweet mouth, wanting to claim and explore. ]
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