A warrior and a rogue walk into a bar

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WHO: Sciel and Vax
WHEN: after Sciel does some tarot readings
WHERE: The Maximum
WHAT: Drinkin’.
NOTES\WARNINGS: DRINKIN’. (Edit: and nsfw lol)



Sciel’s there, as promised.

The novel thing about a world populated only by these merry world-savers is that there is no bartender for the bar. That’s alright by Sciel, who relishes an opportunity to jump into something feet-first.

So she’s there, now behind the bar instead of a deck of cards. There’s those same braided bracelets, stacked all the way up to her elbow, and that same hand wrapped around the neck of a bottle. Her eyelashes are dark and her striped blouse is unbuttoned to the sternum, revealing a sprawling tattoo of interlocking brushstrokes. She’s smiling.

“You didn’t give me your name,” she says. It’s a playful scold.

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[cache_coeur]

It’s hard to kiss when he thrusts into her like that, but she lingers close anyway, lips just off his, breathing his air, the tip of her nose bumping against his. His eyes are so beautiful, and her hands go right up his chest to the sides of his neck, where can cradle his jaw with her thumbs. He fucks up into her like he wants to go so much faster, and she admires his restraint even when her greedy pussy wants to grip every stroke.

“I want to watch you, just like this…” she murmurs. “When you come.”

[twin_blade]

Kissing her is a thrill, but like this, he's happy just to feel her warm breath on his face and the sound of her voice so close to his ear. His arms cradle her, so her chest leans into his once her hands have moved up from there.

He likes looking into her eyes. They remind him of the soft undergrowth of the forest where the young ferns grow and make a perfect place for him to rest his head. Or the way the light filters through the canopy of the leaves during the earliest hours of the morning. His own are dark, a contrast to hers, and clouded with desire for her, but underneath that are eyes that reveal a gentle humor and a tender heart.

"Is that.. permission?" Because he's not sure how much more of this he can take. Vax has been teetering on the edge for some time now.

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Oh, he’s so tender; what a joy to fuck someone so soft-hearted and eager to please, to meet his loneliness with the warmth of her body and the press of skin to skin. It’s so good to take care of someone, too, as much of a turn on as the plunge of his cock into her.

She kisses the corner of his mouth, chest pillowing against his as she continues to ride him. She nods, subtle but there, and murmurs: “Yes. Come for me, mon loup.”

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When he holds her, moves with her, she can sense that he needs her. Not just to get his own pleasure out of her, but to feel connected to someone else, at least for a moment. Sciel might be having her fun and enjoy teasing him, but Vax knows he's quite lucky to meet someone like her, since he's been feeling lower than usual lately. Maybe fate was kind to him for once.

His eyes open to slivers. He doesn't know what the affectionate word means in her language, but he heard the part that was said before it.

Below, his hands squeeze her rear and the pace picks up, moving her with a new urgency on top of him. His hips thrust beneath her, galloping after that barely contained need that's racing through his body. Then with a rush of pleasure, Vax moans into her neck, his body shuddering against hers with his release, pulsing within as his hands move up her back to clasp her to him.

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There he goes. She slows her own pace gently as he comes, coming to a complete standstill as she settles into his arms and lets him hold her, blanketing him with her body. She folds her arms around his neck to cradle his head to her in turn, a contented sigh slipping out of her. He’s so warm. She loves that feeling, him alive and breathing under her, spent after a long battle, still snug up inside her.

“There you go,” she murmurs, feeling his heartbeat against her breast. Her own is pounding, but it settles as she holds him.

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Vax drops back, taking her with him as the moment winds down. She can feel his deep breaths from the rise and fall of his chest beneath her; his heart starting to slow from the rapid beat moments ago.

Lying there, basking in it, he's aware of every sensation and point of contact between their bodies. Her doting words bring a fresh blush to his face, and he tilts his head just enough to look at her. As he eases his grip around her body, one hand strokes at her hair, brushing it back and over her shoulder.

Words? What are words. His glassy eyes mean he's not thinking much. He just feels so good.

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A little giggle slips out of her as he slumps, her weight settling on him once more. She lets herself relax over him, still gently thrumming, and she briefly closes her eyes as she enjoys the quiet pleasure of being pressed up against him. When he turns his face to her, she meets him there too, the hand on the side of his neck moving to stroke at his cheek with her thumb.

At this point, if he stopped blushing she’d worry about his heart stopping. Her face is a little flushed too, albeit from exertion more than anything. Her smile is beatific.

“Are you alright?” she asks, with gentle concern.

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Vax turns an even brighter red when she asks that question. "Y-yeah. Of course." He's just a bit out of breath and trying to sound cool about it. He's probably failing.

"Um." A blink and he remembers to get his shit together. "Are you?" He doesn't want her to be sore or anything. She may be gorgeous and athletic, but that was quite a ride she gave him.

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Oh, he’s so cute. Sciel decides she’s going to lounge on him until someone’s feet go numb.

“Never better.”

Time will tell, but between the adrenaline and the alcohol, any burn in her thighs or soreness in her cunt is firmly is tomorrow’s problem. For now, she just grins.

[twin_blade]

Even if he goes numb, he's not going to move first.

When he sees her grin, a brighter smile appears on his face. "Good." Vax has no regrets about this, and he doesn't want her to, either. Not even after the booze wears off. He's feeling sober now, too.

With a sigh, he rests his head back against the seat cushion of the couch. "That was a hell of an introduction." A soft laugh follows.

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Sciel’s smile grows sly.

“Oh? You aren’t usually lured to an empty building by a fortune teller, who then plies you with alcohol and seduces you?”

[twin_blade]

Vax laughs again and shakes his head.

"If that were to happen, I'd probably worry about being cursed or something." He gives her a teasing look. "You're not going to curse me, are you?"

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“Not if you keep being a good boy,” she says, with a little purr, but she can’t keep a straight face, saying that outside of the heat of the moment; it’s too silly.

[twin_blade]

It's silly, but it calms his nerves. Things can get a little awkward after the moment has passed, but the joking is comfortable.

"I'll be a very good boy." He says with a smile, leaning in for a small nuzzle against her cheek.

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Sciel is, fortunately, largely immune to awkward moments. No sense in being self-conscious about one’s own actions, and even less sense in making others feel poorly for their own.

“Good,” she teases, briefly skimming her cheek against his. “Now, are you taking a break, or have I exhausted you for the evening? No judgement if so.”

[twin_blade]

Vax already knows he likes that about her. He could tell down at the bar that she's not the type of woman who goes around regretting things. He could probably learn a thing or two about living from her. Perhaps the situation where she comes from influences her attitude toward life.

The half-elf's enjoyment of the nuzzling is halted with the question. Oh. "I wouldn't say I'm exhausted." He's suddenly quite alert. "And if you're.. not fully satisfied, that wouldn't be very good boy behavior."

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She feels that shift in him and feels a little bad for spoiling it, but not bad enough to let up on teasing him. She pets his cheek with her thumb.

“I’m very pleased with you,” she assures him. “But I’m greedy, you see. I meet a good thing and I become insatiable.”

No sense in letting any good opportunity slip away.

[twin_blade]

Vax would see no reason for her to feel bad. Not about this. His eyes close with the gentle pet, soaking it up.

"I'll do my best to keep up with you, then." There's no chance of him slipping away because he's not about to try.

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She smiles, continuing to stroke his cheek, watching him relax into her touch like a cat.

“I’d like that. Do you like being challenged?”

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His eyes open again, this time so he can see the look in her eyes. His hand moves to touch the back of her neck, running his fingers through her hair.

"I'v been known to be competitive from time to time." And stubborn about it. "Have you got a challenge for me?"

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Sciel’s expression is calm, easy. She meets his eyes and holds his gaze with a slow, relaxed blink, the flush of exertion fading from her skin, leaving behind her freckles and that old scar over her nose. She gives a hum as his touch travels over the back of her neck. She’d like to pretend she’s found peace in a life where she doesn’t start and end each day with a lover’s touch, but whenever it happens anyway, she just wants to vanish into it completely.

“I could come up with one,” she hums. “I would love to see how many ways I could make you blush.”

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Vax smiles, laughing softly as a blush already starts to appear. Is this really going to be a challenge for her?

"I have a feeling that might be a lot. Could take awhile." Not that he has any problem with spending that much time with her. He doesn't want this evening to end.

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“And you must still have a life outside of being my personal sofa,” she agrees, amused. “I can’t just keep you here forever. So what else, then? I know all sorts of fun games but I’m only guessing at what you like.”

[twin_blade]

A life? In Etraya? Hardly. Perhaps that will change once his family appears. Mostly, Vax goes about his business, keeps to himself, and sometimes does mission things because he has to.

Can't keep him here forever? "You can try." That's practically an invitation, but also a joke. Maybe.

As for what he likes, "I doubt you could go wrong. You haven't so far." But what sort of games might she know? He's curious to hear more.

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She’s often heard she’s good at reading people. She believes it, too –– it’s not anything particularly special, in her opinion, most people could if they tried, but it’s nice to be good at this thing that can comfort people. Makes her a good card reader, too.

But it does let her pick up on that ‘joke’, too, and she continues to thumb away at his cheek, her smile softening.

“I could make you say what you want more often, instead of hoping it’ll be noticed,” she says, slyly. “Reward you when you do.”