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soooo new arrival here, gonna get right to the point
any ladies out there who don't really care about the cuddling or the handholding and just want to get to the good stuff?
the nitty gritty
knocking boots (i have pretty nice boots ngl)
hmu if you're down

also does beating the shit out of someone count for making chroma
just asking
lmk

p.s. hey beacon kids how ya doin ;)

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(She likes challenges - she seeks them naturally - and he is but another on a long list. Granted, he is a fun challenge whereas the others are more about surviving with her sanity intact.)

Can you taste me? (Daenerys taps the can for emphasis, leaning towards him impishly.)

I don't need to count on anything. You will fall under my rule.

(Brushing against him, she moves away from the counter, reaching up to tighten one of her braids.)

[He smacks his lips at her question, rolling his eyes thoughtfully as if trying to isolate the taste of her on the rim of the can.]

Mm! Tastes like...

[One of his hands falls to his side as she passes - did his fingertips graze along her hip on accident, or was that intentional?]

... overconfidence, with a hint of a smoky aftertaste.

(She glances over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes as if she is offended. Of course she isn't. The answer is actually funny.)

Should a queen be meek? Would you like for me to beg and plead?

(The "accidental" touch sends a shiver up her spine and she huffs.)

Edited 2019-10-17 13:28 (UTC)

Those are two different questions. To the first one? Nah, probably not. To the second, though...

[It's his turn to lean back against the counter, tapping his finger idly against the side of the can.]

I think it'd be fun to see at least once.

[Though the kind of begging he's referring to might not line up with what she meant.]

(She smirks and barely refrains from rolling her eyes. Resting one hand on her hip, she looks over him openly and shamelessly.)

If you can make me beg, you will have achieved something great.

[He grins with teeth bared, clearly not opposed to her wandering gaze. If anything he stretches his arms overhead, casually showing off their muscles. No big deal.]

Always good to have a goal to strive for. I'm looking forward to seeing just what that looks like.

(She smiles to herself, certain that she could make him beg. Soft, gentle hands and full lips can go a long way to drive someone to that point.)

We'll see who gets there first. You're not immune.

[As can strong, rough hands and a tongue that's good for more than just mouthing off. It's going to be a fun journey.]

You're on. I'll have fun bumping you off the throne.

(Being bumped off that particular throne will probably be a lot of fun. However she is a proud woman and she gives him an arrogant grin.)

Or we could stay on the throne together.

Or you can have a seat on my throne.

[ ... Mercury, please. ]

I was thinking of something along those lines. Men and women fit together nicely.

Oh, for sure. Think you'll find it's a pretty tight fit, though.

I can handle you. (Her pride would be injured otherwise and she won't have that.)

Is that a promise? Because talk is cheap.

My husband was hung like a horse. (And she had horse around to compare him to, even.) We had sex every night.

Well, I'm not looking to be your husband. [Clearly.] But my stable door is always open.

[Clearly, he fancies himself a horse as well.]

And I bet I last longer, too.

[... Clearly he doesn't mind bragging, either.]

I wasn't suggesting it. (Don't make her kick him out of bed.) We will see, dear Mercury. I will do my best to time you.

(If she has any coherency left.)

I look forward to breaking your records and your brain, my darling.

[... she called him "dear". "Darling" is fair play.]

(Her eyes widen and then narrow. He does play dirty.)

Self-control really has no place in the bedroom.

I'm not really a fan of it anywhere.

[... It's true. Restraint, thy name is not Mercury Black.]

Don't cut your life short by being too rash.

(Or he will return to a very angry dragon queen.)

Awww. Worried about little old me?

[A wink.]

I'm not going to kick it before I get to show you what I'm made of, relax.

If I need you and you're not available, I will be angry.

(Nope, not affected by that wink a bit.)

"Need" me?

[He arches an eyebrow, lips pursed.]

Someone sounds a little... clingy. Or desperate.

[...]

Or horny.

[there it is]

The last. (Just so he knows. Though it is more complex than that.) We all have ways of existing, don't we?

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