[Kaeya has some small regrets of his own, but only small ones! After all, he's content in the knowledge that when it's time to head home, no one who knows of his mischief and misdeeds will be following him there. That's what allows him to simultaneously be on his best and worst behavior, so with that considered, he doesn't mind acting out a bit.
Although... yes, there was that dare and all the chaos it wrought. You just had to go there, didn't you, Wave? Huffing, more amused than anything, Kaeya leans down and brushes her shoulder with a kiss.]
Such a bold dare deserves to be fulfilled with vigor. Ah, but you're not jealous, are you? If that's the case, you're welcome to drink the wine from my mouth as well.
[Those fingers make him want to act out, but when haven't they? That's been a constant in the short time they've been acquainted, the fact that he never fails to goosebump beneath her touch. By now, she knows the nature of his powers, so it's not as if he can blame the cold no matter how brisk it gets.
Perhaps honestly truly is the best policy, if only in a limited capacity. Kaeya's realizing that now, so struck by Wave's admittance that he can't help but fess up.]
Ah, but then I'd have to share you. Hm... You're a naughty girl, Wave... more than I'd given you credit for, but you're always finding ways to surprise me.
[And make him jealous, apparently. That's a hard achievement to unlock, and yet here they are. Kaeya's palm brackets the wall, setting his drink aside to catch her by the chin, ensure she's looking at nothing and no one else.]
I ought to punish you for thinking such brazen thoughts.
Exactly what reaction she was looking for, Wave doesn't know--but damn, she wasn't expecting this. But she's definitely not complaining, either! There's a jolt that runs through her at the mention of being "punished" that she doesn't fully comprehend; a mixture of some strange sense of dread and apprehension that's at clear odds with the pulse of excitement at the situation and amusement that he thinks that she'll back down. It feels like her entire body has been set alight, heartbeat making itself suddenly known--Kaeya's definitely got her full attention now, pupils dilating as she looks up at him.
She might have had him on the back foot when they were visiting the pool earlier in the week, but he's definitely got the upper hand here.]
Is that so? [She swallows, licking her suddenly-dry lips, but it's not going to prevent her from goading him further.] Bold words. And how are you going to do that?
[And just to prove that she's not going to give in so easily, she reaches out with her free hand to try and drift her fingers along his torso, trailing over the muscles he's been so kind as to put back on display.]
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[What can be said? Kaeya is only human, only a man, and the idea of sharing a woman who has caught his eye with someone else...? Yeah. That'll do it. Possessiveness it is not — he doesn't own Wave, would never be foolish enough to try — but his base instincts taking over, breaking through that mask of his.
He's always wanted to be desired, remembered, sought after, so that he might never be forgotten. With that in mind, he intends to leave his mark on Wave... or perhaps several. As many as she'll let him get away with, backing her into the wall and looping his arms beneath her backside to heft her up, let the moonlight frame her face.]
By making sure you never forget it.
[By making sure she never forgets him. Wave has a generous half second to issue a response before Kaeya's lips are on hers, tasting that residual alcohol and that rousing party alike.]
[There's an intensity to the look he gives her that sends another thrill racing through her veins--it's a look she's seen before, both in Coriolis and outside of it, but always from afar, always directed at someone else. It's almost enough to make her breath stop in her lungs to see it directed at her... Wave lets him guide her into the wall, unable to pull her eyes from his, and when she feels his hands beneath her ass, cool and strong against her bare skin as he lifts her, her own drink falls from her hands, forgotten.
How can she think about a drink right now? Kaeya's lifted her so that the moonlight falls over her, but she's looking at how it lights him from behind, filtering through his hair and cresting on the muscles of his arms and shoulders--how even with his face half-shadowed, she can see that intensity in his eyes.]
I--
["--wouldn't forget you" is the rest of that sentence, but then Kaeya's kissing her and everything she was thinking about dissolves in a rush of feeling, the stone at her back and the steel of his arms and the press of his lips against hers. Obligingly she relaxes into his hold, lips parting to deepen the kiss and one hand coming up to cup his jaw, the other tangling into his hair. He can do anything he wants as long as he keeps kissing her like this; right now all she wants to do is encourage him, using the little bit of leverage she has to meet him and match his fervor.
(But what he maybe doesn't realize is that he's already guaranteed that Wave will never forget him; he managed that long ago.)]
[It's alright— he'd much rather swallow those words, feel them rumble against his tongue on the way down. Wave is a good girl (citation needed). She won't reject him now, not even if she ought to, and Kaeya knows that. Even so, he can't fight the bone-deep fear that the words on her tongue might be anything other than I wouldn't forget you.
He's better off assuming just as he's better off relenting to his bodily urges, leaning into that kiss and pressing their bodies flush against one another's. She ought not encourage him, but he's the last man who will scold her for it, leaving one palm against her cheek while the other crawls her body.
He's wanted to touch her like this since... oh, since he saw her in that high-hipped swimsuit, actually. Thinking about it now makes Kaeya laugh in the space between their kiss. Back home in Mond, a bit of bare skin — or a lot of it — isn't exactly a rare sight. There's just something about Wave, something he'll need to unpack, but he'll do that when his mind isn't occupied with the way her breast feels beneath his palm.]
[As his hands start to wander, Wave wraps her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles together behind him. If he's worried, let her actions be her answer: Yes, she's encouraging him, dragging her fingers through his hair and thumb rubbing against his jaw. No, she's not denying him, teasing his lower lip between her teeth, maybe nipping a little harder when he thinks to laugh. (What are you laughing at, huh?) Yes, his hands can wander, and she lets out a short gasp when she feels the weight of one at her breast, back arching the little bit it can as a shiver runs through her body.
But no, she's not stopping him, and she brings both hands to his shoulders as they continue, fingers questing and exploring over lithe muscle. He's thoughtfully already stripped to the waist, and yes, she means to take full advantage of that, ghosting the pads of her fingertips over his skin, grazing the barest tips of her nails, looking to find how sensitive he is to her touch.
But there's more she wants to do with him than she can reach like this, and she thinks he feels the same. So when there's a moment, a breath, she looks at him through half-lidded eyes, breathing out the question lowly:] Should we take this inside? Or continue it here?
[Either way is fine by her, but he's going to have to let her down at some point if he wants to get her shorts off, to say nothing of the rest of her costume! The only immediately removable piece is the bow-tie choker, and that's not as frustratingly in the way as the rest.]
[Oh, he never fails to goosebump beneath her fingertips. Whether it's in the hot tub or out here in the cool evening breeze, he isn't prickling up beneath anything but those fingers, warming beneath her touch. He doesn't mind the heat when it's hers. If anything, every errant touch makes him want for more, and it sounds like he isn't alone.
How blessed he is. He'd just been thinking about how terribly scratchy her costume is and how he'd love to work her out of it. He eases out of their kiss with a smile, but rather than let Wave down to walk on her own two feet, he keeps her hooked over his hips on the way back into his room. Toeing the sliding door closed behind them, he lays her out on the mattress and settles right back in above her, content to pepper her cheeks in little featherlight kisses. He'll get back to misbehaving soon, don't you worry.]
This is more comfortable, isn't it? I'd hate to scratch your back up on the wall outside.
[He'll let the implication there make itself. Brow waggle.]
[There's a certain sort of satisfaction in seeing those goosebumps rise, knowing for a certainty that they're due to her, that even if he were to try and obfuscate and claim it was the chill air, the both of them know the truth of the matter. She laughs as he steps back from the wall, wrapping her arms around his neck for stability as he walks them into his room--she won't try to drop down to her feet; being carried like this is a gift, this knowledge that he's not going to drop her, the feeling of being held close by somebody that seems to want her just as much as she wants him, and the feel of every plane of his abs against her body. She'd be a fool to give that up, and Wave smiles up at him as he lays her out, reaching out to put one hand at the back of his neck so she can ensure those little kisses continue.]
I hope the implication here is you're planning to scratch my back up in here instead. Well--turnabout's fair play, isn't it?
[And that hand at his neck is just going to work its way down his back, slowly and purposefully dragging a single nail a little bit harder over his skin. Her other hand is free to roam where it couldn't before, and she won't hesitate to run her thumb over his hipbone, gently digging into the dip where the bone disappears into his pants.]
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[That's the implication alright. Kaeya smiles, and his grin's all teeth, betraying every last bit of his intent. He doesn't plan on going easy for her, that's for damn sure, but he leans in to press a kiss to Wave's cheek and rumble low in her ear.]
So you've given me your permission? I'll have you know there are no takebacks in this bed.
[She actually manages to get a sound out of Kaeya, something like an airy groan, when that single nail drags down his back. And here he thought it was her back running the risk of getting scratched up. Chuckling, Kaeya kisses a trail down her jawline, her neck, to begin peeling her out of that terribly itchy top.]
And you should know I won't mind it one bit if you make a mess of my back. You may find it necessary to hang on tight.
[It's a challenge, that whisper, and Wave presses up against him in response, challenge reflected in the half-smile, half-smirk she gives him... which only grows at the sound of that groan. It's probably answer enough, but she can't help herself as he goes to work down her jaw, skimming both hands back up his sides in a feather-light brush, the exact opposite of a moment ago.]
I'm not planning on backing down. I want to see what you've got, Kaeya.
[But she doesn't plan to stop touching him until she has to. Her breath catches as he reaches her collarbone, fingers digging into his skin as she bites her lip to keep from loosing a moan of her own, but she arches again to help him along in removing her top, bare breasts spilling free once they're past the point of no return.
Now he's the one overdressed, she thinks, even if this has really just evened out the playing field. But for as much as she'd like to shove his pants off of him, she holds back for now. He's the one that started this with his talk of "punishing" her and making sure she doesn't forget; there's a sense of control that he's wielded so far that she's loathe to try and take away just yet. She's not about to just lie here complacent and docile--never a-fucking-gain--but she wants him to take this lead, to know that she's heard him. To know that even though she might have brought up that not-so-innocent thought, having just him on his own isn't a second-best option.
He can lead, and she'll absolutely fucking follow.]
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Although... yes, there was that dare and all the chaos it wrought. You just had to go there, didn't you, Wave? Huffing, more amused than anything, Kaeya leans down and brushes her shoulder with a kiss.]
Such a bold dare deserves to be fulfilled with vigor. Ah, but you're not jealous, are you? If that's the case, you're welcome to drink the wine from my mouth as well.
[But he'd much rather drink it from hers.]
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You're going to make me admit to something I probably shouldn't.
"Jealousy" might not be the right word for it. If anything, I was thinking about how much I might want to be between the two of you in that moment.
[She's 100% going to blame admitting this on all the alcohol, but... she also probably won't deny, either.]
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Perhaps honestly truly is the best policy, if only in a limited capacity. Kaeya's realizing that now, so struck by Wave's admittance that he can't help but fess up.]
Ah, but then I'd have to share you. Hm... You're a naughty girl, Wave... more than I'd given you credit for, but you're always finding ways to surprise me.
[And make him jealous, apparently. That's a hard achievement to unlock, and yet here they are. Kaeya's palm brackets the wall, setting his drink aside to catch her by the chin, ensure she's looking at nothing and no one else.]
I ought to punish you for thinking such brazen thoughts.
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Exactly what reaction she was looking for, Wave doesn't know--but damn, she wasn't expecting this. But she's definitely not complaining, either! There's a jolt that runs through her at the mention of being "punished" that she doesn't fully comprehend; a mixture of some strange sense of dread and apprehension that's at clear odds with the pulse of excitement at the situation and amusement that he thinks that she'll back down. It feels like her entire body has been set alight, heartbeat making itself suddenly known--Kaeya's definitely got her full attention now, pupils dilating as she looks up at him.
She might have had him on the back foot when they were visiting the pool earlier in the week, but he's definitely got the upper hand here.]
Is that so? [She swallows, licking her suddenly-dry lips, but it's not going to prevent her from goading him further.] Bold words. And how are you going to do that?
[And just to prove that she's not going to give in so easily, she reaches out with her free hand to try and drift her fingers along his torso, trailing over the muscles he's been so kind as to put back on display.]
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He's always wanted to be desired, remembered, sought after, so that he might never be forgotten. With that in mind, he intends to leave his mark on Wave... or perhaps several. As many as she'll let him get away with, backing her into the wall and looping his arms beneath her backside to heft her up, let the moonlight frame her face.]
By making sure you never forget it.
[By making sure she never forgets him. Wave has a generous half second to issue a response before Kaeya's lips are on hers, tasting that residual alcohol and that rousing party alike.]
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How can she think about a drink right now? Kaeya's lifted her so that the moonlight falls over her, but she's looking at how it lights him from behind, filtering through his hair and cresting on the muscles of his arms and shoulders--how even with his face half-shadowed, she can see that intensity in his eyes.]
I--
["--wouldn't forget you" is the rest of that sentence, but then Kaeya's kissing her and everything she was thinking about dissolves in a rush of feeling, the stone at her back and the steel of his arms and the press of his lips against hers. Obligingly she relaxes into his hold, lips parting to deepen the kiss and one hand coming up to cup his jaw, the other tangling into his hair. He can do anything he wants as long as he keeps kissing her like this; right now all she wants to do is encourage him, using the little bit of leverage she has to meet him and match his fervor.
(But what he maybe doesn't realize is that he's already guaranteed that Wave will never forget him; he managed that long ago.)]
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He's better off assuming just as he's better off relenting to his bodily urges, leaning into that kiss and pressing their bodies flush against one another's. She ought not encourage him, but he's the last man who will scold her for it, leaving one palm against her cheek while the other crawls her body.
He's wanted to touch her like this since... oh, since he saw her in that high-hipped swimsuit, actually. Thinking about it now makes Kaeya laugh in the space between their kiss. Back home in Mond, a bit of bare skin — or a lot of it — isn't exactly a rare sight. There's just something about Wave, something he'll need to unpack, but he'll do that when his mind isn't occupied with the way her breast feels beneath his palm.]
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But no, she's not stopping him, and she brings both hands to his shoulders as they continue, fingers questing and exploring over lithe muscle. He's thoughtfully already stripped to the waist, and yes, she means to take full advantage of that, ghosting the pads of her fingertips over his skin, grazing the barest tips of her nails, looking to find how sensitive he is to her touch.
But there's more she wants to do with him than she can reach like this, and she thinks he feels the same. So when there's a moment, a breath, she looks at him through half-lidded eyes, breathing out the question lowly:] Should we take this inside? Or continue it here?
[Either way is fine by her, but he's going to have to let her down at some point if he wants to get her shorts off, to say nothing of the rest of her costume! The only immediately removable piece is the bow-tie choker, and that's not as frustratingly in the way as the rest.]
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How blessed he is. He'd just been thinking about how terribly scratchy her costume is and how he'd love to work her out of it. He eases out of their kiss with a smile, but rather than let Wave down to walk on her own two feet, he keeps her hooked over his hips on the way back into his room. Toeing the sliding door closed behind them, he lays her out on the mattress and settles right back in above her, content to pepper her cheeks in little featherlight kisses. He'll get back to misbehaving soon, don't you worry.]
This is more comfortable, isn't it? I'd hate to scratch your back up on the wall outside.
[He'll let the implication there make itself. Brow waggle.]
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I hope the implication here is you're planning to scratch my back up in here instead. Well--turnabout's fair play, isn't it?
[And that hand at his neck is just going to work its way down his back, slowly and purposefully dragging a single nail a little bit harder over his skin. Her other hand is free to roam where it couldn't before, and she won't hesitate to run her thumb over his hipbone, gently digging into the dip where the bone disappears into his pants.]
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So you've given me your permission? I'll have you know there are no takebacks in this bed.
[She actually manages to get a sound out of Kaeya, something like an airy groan, when that single nail drags down his back. And here he thought it was her back running the risk of getting scratched up. Chuckling, Kaeya kisses a trail down her jawline, her neck, to begin peeling her out of that terribly itchy top.]
And you should know I won't mind it one bit if you make a mess of my back. You may find it necessary to hang on tight.
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I'm not planning on backing down. I want to see what you've got, Kaeya.
[But she doesn't plan to stop touching him until she has to. Her breath catches as he reaches her collarbone, fingers digging into his skin as she bites her lip to keep from loosing a moan of her own, but she arches again to help him along in removing her top, bare breasts spilling free once they're past the point of no return.
Now he's the one overdressed, she thinks, even if this has really just evened out the playing field. But for as much as she'd like to shove his pants off of him, she holds back for now. He's the one that started this with his talk of "punishing" her and making sure she doesn't forget; there's a sense of control that he's wielded so far that she's loathe to try and take away just yet. She's not about to just lie here complacent and docile--never a-fucking-gain--but she wants him to take this lead, to know that she's heard him. To know that even though she might have brought up that not-so-innocent thought, having just him on his own isn't a second-best option.
He can lead, and she'll absolutely fucking follow.]