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[ An underwear thief? How quaint. It's a shame she's far more used to going without then wearing any to begin with. She doesn't even notice its lack.

However, what might be just a little... strange is that there's a Diva showing on the flickering video screen, naked and curled around a cocoon. Two, in fact. Her precious babies. Crooning, she barely spares a glance to the video screen before she tapers off into a hum. ]

See what Karl's given me? [ she still hasn't gotten over it, the little gift that showed up on her doorstep one day, almost a week ago now. ] Don't even think of taking them back. [ her eyes glint a light blue, a warning to any deity hanging around. Or anyone else for that matter. Laughing, softly, she relaxes again and croons and caresses and hoards. ]

((ooc: open action to any housemates! And officially back from vacation now /o/ ))

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[ yes, fight her, carve her up. Tear her to pieces and then ravage her whole. If she wanted delicacy, she'd turn to Solomon. If she wanted fondling, she'd seek out Amshel. If she wanted coddling, she'd ask Nathan.

No, this was what she wanted. This cool heat, this distant pain that grounded her, that pinned her to the sheets. She could feel him, deep inside and her hips rolled against his, seeking a higher tension, a better, closer fit. She was not inclined for patience on a good day but even that patience could be stretched thin. Her eyes turned dark blue, not the bright of irritation, but the dark of contemplation. Her arms moved to stretch above him, around his back.

And then she smiled, nails raking down his sides even as he had pierced her own skin. Delicious pain, delicious thrust. She gathered up a bead of blood and -- like for like -- licked it up. ]

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[ He gasps as her nails dig in, leaving red furrows. Dips his head to crush their lips together, teeth catching, blood slicking the already coppery kiss. All black-burn and energy and violence -- but with something so sweet and needy darkening the edges of every touch. He's no more a creature born for patience than she. Especially not now, when he has everything he most wants. ]

[ Her presence in the City, his arms, his each waking thought, is precious and terrifying. ]

[ Not wanting to balance on one arm, to deny himself the chance to touch her, he rolls them onto their sides, her thigh notched over his hip. Starts a hard grinding rhythm, deep pressure and slick friction, his palm spanning the warm expanse of her back, splaying to dig into her hip, hard enough to bruise. But his kisses to her mouth are worshipful, blissful -- a pure inverse of the feral atmosphere spinning between them. ]

[ Even in the midst of their most filthy and violent games, he's always the one figuratively prostrated at her feet. ]

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[ and she'll kick and scar him at every turn. Her eyes drifted closed, half lidded as she practically purred in slick pleasure at his sick perversions, the taste of blood on her lips a call to nip back, to taste his own blood again.

She was starving, but was full. She was bursting with restless energy, but trapped in the mingling of breath and flesh, her fingers yanking on hair as she moved, pressing first into him and then against Karl's hand. Her own rhythm was stilted, lacking grace as she twisted and bucked, frustrated.

She was, in a word, i>Diva, and while her body clenched tight around Karl's, she strove toward her peak. If Karl came with her, all the better, but with each tight clench of his hand on her hip, each droplet of blood on her lips, she lost another precious tendril of control. Rolling, she pinned him to the bed, riding him as she gave no thought to his pleasure, only her own.

Prostrated? Don't make her laugh. He was just the stepping stone to her passions, her needs. He was, simply, Karl. ]