Memeboxing

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[nottheproblem]

The gesture itself is... minutely surprising. It's Gordon, however, so after the consideration, she catches his hand after just such a motion.

"You are getting too comfortable doing that," she says gently. "And what if someone saw?" But she knows that he wouldn't dare do such a thing if they were out together. At least she assumes he wouldn't.

Then for some odd kind of affectionate indication, she laces her fingers between his with a knowing smile.

[trustycrowbar]

"No one's going to see us here." He counters gently, fingers curing with hers. "Don't worry, I still know better than to get too complacent."

[nottheproblem]

"Complacent," Ziio echoes. "That is a good word to use."

She releases his hand and shakes her head, "I only mentioned the forest because it'd be a good way for you to get away from your land of sciences. It had very little to do with genuinely seeing me."

Except that's not entirely true. She just can't say something like that seriously to him. High guards and all.

[trustycrowbar]

"Aaht--You can't take it back now." He teases. "Although I can get away from the lab perfectly fine on my own... usually... maybe it IS a good idea just to get the hell off of school grounds for a while."

"So... should I take this as an invitation tonight, or am I barking up the wrong tree?"

[nottheproblem]

Folding her arms over her chest, she cocks an eyebrow at him, as if to call him into question. It's a little amusing to think he even entertains the concept of teasing her. In one fashion or another. She's never been much for a direct sense of humour, but he seems to know that.

"How sly of you," Ziio remarks as she listens. "Actually..." She casts another look around, much more slowly this time. "...What think you if I stay here? Tonight. A change of scenery for me."

[trustycrowbar]

"I... think that's an excellent idea." This was something he didn't anticipate. Ziio? Wanting to stay here with him? He knows how much effort it takes for her to even be around other people out of her forest, now she's seeking him out...?

"I'd be honored, in fact."

[nottheproblem]

It's best that he keep his curiosities to himself. Questioning her is more likely to send her back out the door. Don't question it, and she'll probably stick around. Besides, it's not like Ziio's ever disliked his company. Or anything that comes with it.

"Honoured," she repeats as she eyes him. "You have an odd way of speaking about me."

[trustycrowbar]

He just smirks at that. He's honored because he knows what it means for her to come here, which is why he isn't saying any more on the subject. He slips away and navigates around the aforementioned large couch.

"You'll probably find the game... unsatisfying, so I'll put it up. I see you didn't bring your book with you either."

[nottheproblem]

Once again Ziio trails after him patiently and in no haste at all. Eventually, she sits down somewhat comfortably, though certainly alert. At least for the time being. Her head tips and she listens attentively, giving him a brief look of disapproval as she recalls their pool extravaganza.

"I remember well what happened the last time I had a book on me. And I remember well the agreement we made. My undivided attention is yours, Gordon." Like she was going to put it anywhere else.

[trustycrowbar]

He chortles at that. Try to drop her in the pool ONE TIME and not only do you get a bouquet of bruises you also never hear the end of it. GameStationPlayBox hastily shut down, and he sits with her. "Your undivided attention, hm...?" He trails fingers down Ziio's arm lightly.

[nottheproblem]

With an intent stare, she watches that renegade hand, seemingly entertained by how forward he is with her. She can only play hard-to-get and with Gordon, that's a game she likes. Because she still has no idea what's going on in that intelligent brain of his.

But maybe she should ask him sometime.

"Isn't that what you want? Isn't that what you usually want from me? My eyes on you, my hands..." A pause. "Myself."

[trustycrowbar]

He was playing with her, yes, but also the beer-bottles-and-cleaning was to give her time to show him that she was interested, and not just here for a "change of scenery" like she'd said. He leans over and puts his drink down on the coffee table, then returns to her, arm looping over her shoulders.

"I never said I didn't want it." His free hand strokes up her hip a few inches, pushing up the leather draped over it.

[nottheproblem]

That's a door if there ever was one. When she shifts it's only meant to bring herself closer to him, to lean against his arm, and to get a better look at him. Has... she developed some sort of fondness for him? Could it be that it's not so 'one-sided' as she initially thought? As she leaves her gaze on his - bespectacled and green, she reaches over with her hand for the collar of his shirt, in hopes of drawing his face closer to hers.

"I'm aware," Ziio replies after a few moments. Maybe this is no longer something simple. Maybe it stopped being simple when they both agreed to keep whatever they have - whatever they are - to themselves. "You should tell me what you want." So she doesn't assume. And maybe he'll help her figure out what she wants in return.

[trustycrowbar]

Yes, that was the point when they acknowledged that there was something worthy of an abstract noun between them. He's still fuzzy on which one to use, however.

"What I want...?" Good christ, he doesn't know. Not because he has no desires involving her, but because so many parts of him speak up at once that it's hard to single any one voice out. He wants to see her pleased, he wants to get her to trust him, he wants to make her clutch the sheets and scream with pleasure, he wants to fall asleep with her in his arms again, he wants her to not be afraid someday to say that she's with him... He can't voice most of these, they'd scare her off and he knows it. He gazes into her dark eyes for another moment.

"Right now... I just want to spend the whole damn night making love to you, and I want to get to the point where you never make that face when I call it that again." He adds with a smirk and a raised eyebrow at Ziio's inevitable scowl.

[nottheproblem]

He knows her well, because the moment he even gets near that romanticism and the 'reverence' he treats her with, Ziio just about... gawks at him. Not quite the mouth agape sort, but rather that he quiets her for many moments, because she's thinking. Is it okay for him to speak to her like that? Should she berate him or be angry? It's stupid, but she just doesn't understand why he feels like any of that.

Or why there's such a heavy implication in his words. As if to mean, he doesn't want it to simply end. That she shouldn't be so hasty to cast him off. And Ziio's not good at things like this. She doesn't really feel the ease of getting comfortable, or knowing she can come back and find Gordon if she needs him.

"I-" she begins, immediately unsure and she knows it. And it's obvious. He's caught her unguarded. At least enough that he's able to work his way under her skin. "I do not know what to say to that. Still you are reverent with me. Still you speak of me as if I am important. Still you treat me as if-"

-as if I mean something to you.

Ziio refuses to say that. Or much else evidently. Actions over words, because she isn't good with words when it comes to feelings. She chooses to close the distance between them in favour of setting her mouth to his. That may be a distraction. It may be her permission - or agreement - in how they spend the night. Or she could simply be stalling. But she gets the impression he probably won't mind.

[trustycrowbar]

He absolutely doesn't mind, and returns the kiss easily. The hand at her hip begins an indulgent stroke around to her back, over the buckskin and the body it conceals, as he draws her into his arms.

[nottheproblem]

This is easier. It's a lot easier. No talking, only doing. What isn't easy is her garb. At least likely won't be. Easy for her because she knows how it goes. Or maybe he'll find it's not as complicated. That'll come when it will, she supposes and not a moment sooner.

Ziio settles in against him nicely. Comfortably. Their height differences made that a possibility. One arm curls around him as the other tries to settle her weight into her palm against the couch. Perhaps it's his lap she seeks again or she isn't quite sure what she has planned this time around. So maybe she's 'winging' it.

[trustycrowbar]

If she makes even the lightest indication that she wants to settle into his lap, he will sit back to let her. He loves her up there. Their bodies just seem to fit together like that, her hips settling to his, nudging an already-growing proof of his desire under her...

...Also it'll make figuring out her layers of clothing a bit easier. Once she's in his lap, his eyes travel down her body. Navigating a woman's clothing is a notorious challenge for men, and that's during the modern era where a button and a hook is all that stands in their way and not lacing, pins, wraps and ties. But to him... it's a puzzle, and one with the best possible reward underneath. He sits up to brush lips to hers again, starting a slow and steady attempt to get her out of that tunic.

[nottheproblem]

She's always dressed against the weather. At least, it would be the explanation she'd give if someone confronted her on it. It takes her hands at the bottom of her robes to pull up just enough to comfortably straddle him. Modesty doesn't come much into play there. But then the number of times Ziio's been put into such a situation aren't many. The world has a plethora of options where intimacy is required, and she knows only to do whatever she feels particularly like doing.

Right now, that's to eye Gordon with a faint amusement. Last time it was easier for him because all of the hard work was out of the way. He doesn't get that luxury this time. Small, yet strong hands start at his shoulders and dust down along his arms until she can take his hands. And rather than to explain or to show, she guides him to the various ties and lacings that keep her bound. A small curve in her mouth, she sits on the border of a kiss, never truly giving it to him, but taunting him.

[trustycrowbar]

He lets out a slow, heated breath against her lips, trying and failing to catch her lips, fingers working wherever she leads them. Ziio, you're torturing him and he loves every second.

One more tie, and then the lacing and then another... how many are there?! He chortles darkly as the impatient notion pops into his head.

[nottheproblem]

It only seems like a lot because he's not used to it. She doesn't need to tell him that, though. His frustration pleases her, if only to imply the effect she has on him. She still likes laying it out that she's still ultimately in control. He can hold her, kiss her, be as soft as he wants, but he only has what she allows him to.

Her head tips just to catch his lower lip gently between her teeth. Her outfit really isn't that complicated, so one more instance of guidance and she gives his hands a gentle squeeze. Encouragement of sorts. Anything beyond that he can pull over her skin at his convenience.

[trustycrowbar]

He grunts quietly when she nips at his bottom lip, and as she lets go of his hands start at the top layers, unwrapping and lifting them away. Not all of them, however, because in turn the man's long fingers find hers and draw them to the buttons of his shit.

If she relinquishes his lips, she'll find them traveling down her jawline, settling at her neck with hungry consuming kisses and... just to see how she reacts... a quiet rumble in his chest and a soft scrape of teeth.

[nottheproblem]

Her fingertips splay against his chest as if she means to acquaint herself - though briefly - with him. There's more work for her this time, too. Previously, he'd done things already for her sake. Things were always easier when they were naked to begin with.

It takes only moments for her to unbutton and unfasten. And while she seems rather intent on exposing him, the very concept of his teeth against her skin does make her pause. She's tempted just to press herself against him for a few moments at least. She likes that. But with her hands in the way, she simply makes a slightly impatient sound. The barest amount of space between them cannot compare to what it was like when she was pressed to his frame.

[trustycrowbar]

Originally he wasn't naked for her sake, it was for the sake of sleep, but it was a happy coincidence that it was eventually for her.

He gives an affirming murmur and smiles against her skin; So she likes that, hm? He continues to gently worry her neck while his hands slide up the outside of her thighs, under the loosened tunic. He has to pull away to finally lift the thing off over her head. His own shirt is likely completely open by now, and his hands are now free to roam over firm, smooth skin.

[nottheproblem]

Reluctantly she lifts her hands from him for those brief moments when he pulls her tunic free of her. But no sooner is she than her hands are back upon him pushing fabric over his shoulders, leaning against him - braids and all, and dusting the tip of her nose over his.

"Don't look so proud of yourself," she scolds him with some affection beneath her tone.