[ooc: I liked the assassin/bodyguard modern AU idea that didn't quite happen, so here's more along those lines. But at a Renassaince Fair. Because hilariously inaccurate but it sorta qualifies. ...which is to say, er, here's something! Sorry for the delay, RL hit me too.]
[She's not on the job right now. He'd better not be on the job right now. Though if he is, she's doing an excellent job of distracting him, so there's that. It wasn't part of her training to prevent an assassin from getting to their target by pinning him up against a wall and grinding against him. It should have been, though. She has his collar gripped in her hands to keep his head pulled towards hers, their tongues battling it out the way they've sometimes done with more conventional weapons.
The location is ridiculous, some approximation of a medieval castle built by people who probably never saw a castle outside of a children's book. The clothes they're wearing are even more ridiculous, leather and ruffled shirts, a laced bodice and tight breeches for her, nothing anyone ever really wore. No skirts. She regrets that a bit. Skirts are easy to get out of the way, whereas getting these things undone will be a hassle. She lets go of his collar and lets her hands grip his hips instead, jutting her pelvis against him.
No one's in this tower. But they could be. The sounds of festival-goers are everywhere, white noise in her ears, or maybe that's just the blood rush. She doesn't care, and bites at his lower lip.]
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[She's not on the job right now. He'd better not be on the job right now. Though if he is, she's doing an excellent job of distracting him, so there's that. It wasn't part of her training to prevent an assassin from getting to their target by pinning him up against a wall and grinding against him. It should have been, though. She has his collar gripped in her hands to keep his head pulled towards hers, their tongues battling it out the way they've sometimes done with more conventional weapons.
The location is ridiculous, some approximation of a medieval castle built by people who probably never saw a castle outside of a children's book. The clothes they're wearing are even more ridiculous, leather and ruffled shirts, a laced bodice and tight breeches for her, nothing anyone ever really wore. No skirts. She regrets that a bit. Skirts are easy to get out of the way, whereas getting these things undone will be a hassle. She lets go of his collar and lets her hands grip his hips instead, jutting her pelvis against him.
No one's in this tower. But they could be. The sounds of festival-goers are everywhere, white noise in her ears, or maybe that's just the blood rush. She doesn't care, and bites at his lower lip.]