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i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

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[ Her smile was cute. Really, it wasn't anything he'd thought too hard about before, but now as Maou reached for the popcorn, he noticed her kinda shifting away, looking a bit embarrassed. Was this really embarrassing?

Without retracting his arm just yet, he decides to grab one or two pieces of popcorn, quickly putting them back into his mouth. While he tried to keep his eyes on the movie, his mind was slightly drifting. It was just them there, and it wasn't like Charlie wasn't attractive. They were friends, not much else, right? So it's all good.

Maou momentarily thinks back to checking out the movie before... he's pretty sure it gets a bit boring soon, at least in his opinion. So... maybe. It'll be okay? Just to see what happens.

Idly, he lightly brushes his arm against hers and mumbles. ]

Hey. Charlie.

(At the call of her name, she turns her gaze over to him. Her head giving a little tilt with curiosity. The brush against her arm doesn't bother her. She figures it happened on accident or just because they're just sitting close so... it's bound to happen.)

Mm? Yeah?

[ If anyone else saw him like this, he'd be damn sure to just explain it off as him just making sure she was okay. But, despite being an assistant manager, despite the difficult clientele that he had to deal with, he could only get away with lying just a bit.

He could always fob it off as "Good movie, right?" or "Sorry, forgot what it was I wanted to say." But. That was the coward's way out. Or... enough thinking for now.

Which is why he doesn't waste too much time, not thinking too hard about it and leaning forward to catch Charlie's lips with his, soft and chaste. Idly ignoring the sounds of the TV nearby, blanking out all of it to focus on kissing Charlie. ]

(Her mind briefly realizes what is happening a little too late when he leans in. And when their lips meet, her eyes grows large and sits perfectly still. He... kissing her. Is he...really doing this? She always thought he felt she was a slight thorn on her side a lot of times with her constant positivity and enthusiasm. And yet, here they were on the couch like this.)

(She doesn't pull away, however. In fact, she returns it but more in a shyly way than confidently. More so in a way wondering if...doing this was actually okay. Is this something they really ought to be doing?)

[ It didn't seem like she hated it. In fact, it felt a bit like she was responding a bit, tentatively but surely. It was spontaneous on his part; he wasn't sure if he liked Charlie romantically. It could be testing the waters, trying to figure out feelings he didn't know was there. A chance to repay the positivity that she always had, and sometimes he found himself at odds with it. What was meant to be positive in Hell?

This was a start.

He pressed on, delicately ghosting his fingers on her cheek before cupping it with his palm, breaking off the kiss to place his lips on the side of her face, to her cheeks, and her jawline. ]

(His name is at the tip of her tongue. She wants to ask him why he's doing this, what's gotten into him, and what did this kiss even mean? But while she wants to know the answers to these questions, she doesn't want it to stop either.)

(So when his lips move elsewhere, Charlie shuts her eyes and exhales out a small breath. Her head tilting back for him to reach her jawline better. Blindly, her hands place onto his shoulders - her fingers gripping on the fabric of his shirt. She does her best to not accidentally harm him. Her nails are sharp, after all - and with enough pressure - she can puncture him. Charlie's pain tolerance is high but she has no clue where Maou's tolerance lies. And it's best to be as gentle as possible.)

[ He's sure that if he stops, he'll lose his nerve. He'll have to answer for something he didn't even have an answer for, and he'd rather keep doing what he's doing anyway. Charlie seemed receptive, aiding him ever so much.

Maou keeps his lips on her jawline, threatening to slip to her neck, but as soon as he gets there, he's suddenly hyper aware of her hands on him. He has a strong pain tolerance, but the surprise was enough to jerk him out of his mindset.

And, into losing the nerve he had as he moves back a bit, giving her a glance before-- ]

Sorry about that. I-- sorry. [ He repeats, as if he crossed some uncrossable line. ]

(As she feels him moving away, Charlie also slides back into reality and blinks a little rapidly to collect her thoughts. When he apologizes, she reaches out to him - her hand onto his shirt to get him to stay put just in case he decides to leave her alone on the couch.)

N-No, no! Maou, it's...it's okay. I, uh, I didn't...mind it. I liked it.

(Her voice is lull as she attempts to give him a reassuring smile when it's bashful on its own.)

We can...keep going. If you want to, that is.

[ He was considering it, just to give himself a moment to breathe. To regroup in the bathroom and just pretend the whole thing didn't happen. Once she tells him it was fine... wait, she even liked it?

Maou felt awkward, but once his head cleared up just a little more he got a better look at her face. Momentarily surprised, but once he had the go ahead, he slid towards her just a bit, a little more, a hand resting on her cheek. He brought his face closer, nose brushing against hers momentarily before he mumbles. ]

...I want to.

[ More than he previously considered. Enough for him to retake the initiative, right back into kissing Charlie, a little more fervor than before. ]

(Charlie matches with his feverish kiss, even going up a notch by tugging on the collar of his shirt to sink down with her on the couch. Her leg accidentally knocks something over -- a remote maybe -- but she pays no mind to it. Her arms linking around his neck as she settles herself with her back on the couch - at first not sure to do this but breaking the kiss briefly just so she can sneak her tongue inside between his lips.)

(They've barley done anything and she can already feel her body heating up just by this. And her heart beating out of her chest -- secretly hoping it won't beat too fast that they'll have to stop for her to calm down.)

Edited 2020-03-17 23:43 (UTC)

[ Maou went with the motions, a little surprised when he feels himself being pulled towards her, elbows bent to keep himself from crushing her, savoring how close they were. Then Charlie pushes it further. All he could do was welcome her tongue, meeting it with his, hand held onto the back of her head, taking in Charlie's kiss.

It was getting more intense than he thought it'd go, but hell if he wanted to stop. It felt like both of them wanted this badly; at least Maou could say he did at this point. Completely taking her like this, shifting himself to get comfortable. As he adjusts it'd be hard for her to miss the erection starting to strain against his pants, or the fingers that're idly tracing around her leg up to her hips, close to wrapping around her thigh.

Unsure of he's going to far on one hand... but on the other, he pulled himself away from her lips, only briefly ghosting along her jaw before finally finding himself back at her neck, sucking at the skin. ]

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