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[theprinceofsilence]

It started with a touch. A touch here, a brush there, a softly chuckled breath against a bare neck exposed by a thin-strapped shirt for the end of summer. The occasional exchanged look or smile barely went amiss and more and more the question was asked of each of them whether they were flushed. The answer was consistently a no on each of their parts, but there was no denying the little spark that passed between them whenever something happened that triggered some inside joke between them without a single parting of lips.

Having a Lalonde in the household proved to be an interesting endeavor for everyone involved; Cronus had long since decided to start staying far away from her and her questions and she still held her rivalry with Eridan, the two of them spurring one-another to do their utmost to outdo eachother, even before the school year was due to begin. When it did start, the competition only grew more fierce and kept them both away from home more and more. This left Kurloz alone more often than not, but he seemed to be completely fine, returning to Rose's side when she returned, and very casually doting where he felt he could. The mental conversations were a plus, and he seemed to learn a little more every time they sat down together. The fact that she could multitask quite easily meant that she could still complete her assignments on top of it, or even read while he sat with his head back on the couch, his eyes half open with her settled between his legs as if he had his own personal gravity that pulled her in comfortably.

The progression of autumn started to slow him down a little bit as the temperature dropped and he was spending more and more time inside, doing as Dualscar asked around the mansion or staying out of the way entirely, keeping himself occupied with gods-knew-what until his brother and his matesprit returned home, occasionally with Dave and Karkat in tow and, every once in awhile, Sollux and Mituna. Ever since Dave had established his kismesis with Sollux, the Captors had been making more frequent appearances, giving him the chance to sit down and fuss over his moirail.

More often than not, though, he was free to wander about a very quiet house and simply wait until he could hover around Rose again like an overly tall, slender and altogether rather menacing shadow with the demeanor of a curious feline. Not so much when she read outside in the cool though. He instead occupied himself with his younger brother for the time being, watching him working on his homework (with Eridan's help staying on-task) as he leaned up against Gamzee's back, his head settled between the other's horns while he watched him work.

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[greatsoliloquist]

It was a strangely easy transition for Rose, to come to this country from her own. The large mansion of the Amporas wasn't daunting, as she lived in a large, lavish house, herself. The coming and going of relations and associates was background noise to her, as she egged on her years-long friend and rival to excel where he could, as he did the same for her.

At first, she didn't know what to make of the Makaras. They were friendly enough, and very amiable, but she knew from Eridan's talking of them that they were in a dangerous cult that had ties to darker powers. Darker powers that she personally had very intimate ties with, as well. Though she didn't speak of it, except for in passing as some old curiosity. Dave knew the truth behind it, but she held him in confidence to keep how deep those waters ran between them. But Kurloz was fascinating to her. Not as a curiosity or oddity, but as a person. With all his subtle but unfathomably deep little nuances, from the way he held himself, to the stitches in his lips, the way he was so careful with everybody, and his white paint and black, skeletal shirts, he was utterly intriguing.

She felt as if they'd been speaking for years by the time late autumn had come to Alternia. The leaves had long since changed, withered, and fell with the exception of a few more tenacious leaves that still clung fervently to the trees, and she found herself lingering outside to take in the crisp air and scent of a slowly sleeping world, breathing it in as she read. Their relationship - such as it was - had blossomed while the world put itself to bed, and she'd been thinking deeply on the matter. She wasn't genuinely infatuated with him, or so she figured. She had simply enjoyed his company and his easy way of letting her into his arms.

It was the gentle touches that had inevitably pulled her from that platonic mindset. Of course, he knew her implicitly by now. She wasn't as walled off as she seemed, mentally. Thoughts were tricky and bled like ink on damp paper, and she couldn't quite help the little whispers of what she found enticing enter into their nonverbal conversations when they came to mind. And she'd found that as much as she loved to be touched, he loved touching.

She returned from her solitude to the common room, after shedding her scarf, hat, and gloves in her room on the way back in. She settled into the sofa beside Gamzee with a sweet smile, nodding quietly to Kurloz in greeting, with a carefully crafted thought of how at peace he seemed, and how it made her feel immediately at ease. When Kurloz was at ease, the world seemed to follow suit.

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Without turning back around to look at her, Kurloz continued to hover over Gamzee and watch him write, his eyes giving a brief flash as he returned the sentiment; seeing her settled in so easily and peacefully gave him the impression of one of the many paintings hanging around the Amporas' walls. His mental language was crude as ever, but the feeling behind it was gentle and heartfelt. One of his hands left Gamzee's shoulder and slid across the back of the couch until his fingertips met Rose's neck just above her shirt, drawing away a few seconds later with a stray blonde hair between the tips of his fingers. He smiled softly to himself and let it drift to the ground then returned his attention to Gamzee, dragging his hands back up his brother's shoulders then through his hair, making him look up as it passed between them that he would be back later.

In those times that he went off by himself while the others were around, more often than not it was for only one reason, and with the window of his personal quarters cracked open, he sat down on the floor and lit the thin-stemmed pipe he carried around most everywhere, upholding the idle conversation with Rose about school and other innocent subjects. He had invited her a time or two to partake with him, but thus far the only thing she seemed to smoke were Dave's cigarettes when he would relinquish one. As the rest of them aside from Gamzee didn't particularly care for it when either Makara lit up around them, it was safest to simply wander off.

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Rose didn't look up when Kurloz left his brother to his work, and in a couple minutes, she looked over at Eridan and told him that she'd be taking her leave as well. She smiled sweetly as she left the room with a casual wave, and drifted through the long, tall corridors, simply taking her time to meander to Kurloz's room. If her presence hadn't already been felt by him, her nails running over the door with a soft scraping sound would definitely have the same effect. She opened the door and slipped in, quietly closing the door behind her as she settled down beside him.

Your subtle yet glaringly obvious call to attention could have been no better timed, She thought as her mind brought up the still-lingering sensation of Kurloz's fingers over the back of her neck, the shiver of silvery pleasure it gave down her spine, only to blossom outward when it reached the root of her, making her heart beat just a little faster. I'm done with all my work for the weekend, and with the exception of dinner with the Vantas family on Sunday, I'm free. How lucky I must be.

She slipped closer and laid her head down against Kurloz's shoulder, which was only her precursor to finding her way into his lap in the very near future. She watched the smoke drift from his stitched lips and noticed one stitch was becoming frayed. Oh dear, how long has it been since you changed your stitches?

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The smoke was redirected and sent out of his nose instead as he gave a gentle sigh and shrugged a shoulder. Maybe a few fuckin' weeks now, about since the last time you did it. It ain't that motherfuckin' bad, sis. He switched his lighter into the hand holding his pipe and wrapped his arm loosely around her middle, immediately settling down into an open posture to allow her to do as she pleased. His fingertips ran up and down the curve of her side lightly, the action thoughtless and automatic as they got comfortable. He could feel her getting just a little excited and slipped the thin black glove off to drag the tips of his nails up the side of her neck so lightly that it could almost have been mistaken for a stirring of wind from the open window.

[greatsoliloquist]

No, it isn't, but I know you'll need them to be replaced soon. She settled easily into a reclined seating position between his legs, resting her head on his chest. Rose closed her eyes and smiled to herself with the gentle touch, and rested her hand on his side. Her thoughts had shifted to him, his soft fingertips, and how they had been getting rather intimately tactile with each other, and her prior thoughts crept up. They weren't quite the definition of flushed, but oh, how she didn't deny him any inch of her if he kept up with that.

You know that's as good as consent, Rose thought with a light smile. And I know you've been very patient.

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And you know that ain't all that motherfuckin' important to me, he pointed out referring to the more physical end of things, simply enjoying the little touches and watching her thoughts shift and light up. He turned his face some to show her the end of the thread though, knowing she would fuss until he let her replace it. But you also know I'm not refusin' anything either.

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And she pouted faintly at the tattered thread, before she sat up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, where the makeup wasn't. I know it isn't important. If it was, you would have given up by now. She smiled coyly as she stood, trailing her fingers over Kurloz's hair as she walked to the shelf to get the thread she'd bought for him - high strength, and as close to sterile as one could get out of the thread while still remaining soft and gentle on the piercings. And frankly, I don't find sex all that appealing, myself. But it would be a bald-faced lie if I were to say I haven't thought about other things we could do. Which, of course, is to what I was referring, rather than sex itself. she brought the thread, a scissors and a curved needle back with her as she knelt between his legs, preparing the needle and thread first. I enjoy the littler things. As you well know. You can't deny peeking into my dreams."

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Not like you haven't peeked into mine right back, he replied with a soft smirk and turned his head once more to allow her to snip through the threads holding his lips closed, his hands lifting to rest at her sides. He gave her a few images of what he might like now that the invitation had been extended, most if not all of it involving contact of a mostly innocent nature. Yes, there were other things that made their way in, but none of it seemed to incorporate actual intercourse and only a little of it even straying below the waist. There were a few holes in the images though, as he'd never seen a human's genitals, nor did he care enough to do any kind of search for those particular details.

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The response Kurloz got in return was an affectionate affirmative, with the sweetest correction upon anatomy in terms he'd be able to understand; human women and girls had only nooks - just one a piece - while human men had something not unlike bulges, though a phallus was far different in shape and abilities. We're also quite a deal less messy, though I'm only supposing based on limited knowledge of your anatomy. It all lasted a split second, but it was as thorough as she could provide, if only for the sake of keeping her dear friend from ignorance.

As she carefully worked the thread from Kurloz's lips, she continued with her own thoughts, most picking and choosing and elaborating on what Kurloz had been thinking, and how she was excited and wholly amused that everything they could agree on left her with her panties on, which suited her fine. Once she'd picked the thread out of Kurloz's lips and set the refuse in a tidy little pile beside them, Rose brushed her thumb over Kurloz's bare lips, smiling to herself at how strange it was that she thought he looked strange without the stitches. Pretty, but different from how she knew him. He never had them in her dreams, either, so seeing him without them now only had a surreal, dreamlike quality to it.

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Kurloz' lips parted with the touch, drawing back in a soft smile then pursing again to press against her thumb. One of his hands lifted to let his fingertips lie against the side of her neck, his thumb tipping her head up just enough for him to look her in the face, the end of his nose brushing across hers lightly. He dipped his head to one side and brushed his lips along the line of tendon down the side of her neck approaching her clavicle. Meanwhile his free hand just eased up the hem of her shirt, allowing his fingertips to roam over warm skin. Never gonna fuckin' get over how much you feel like a motherfuckin' lowblood.

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Rose's cheeks went flushed at the feeling of Kurloz's bare lips over her neck, and his hand on her torso, while her own hands found their way over the skintight shirt and the trim, lean muscles of his shoulders and upper arms. All the while her mind danced with the sensations, sending off thoughts of warm, vibrant colors and the shivering silver of excitement racing down her spine again. I suppose I should apologize if it's distracting? Rose teased, letting out a quiet little giggle as she put a hand into Kurloz's hair, scratching her nails very lightly against his scalp.

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It's warm. I like it. Kurloz slipped his hand further up the back of her shirt, dragging the tips of his long, tapered nails up the middle of her back lightly until he found her bra, then ran them right back down again. His lips parted just enough to let a breath slip out across her neck before he pressed a light kiss to the base of her throat then opened his mouth wide enough to let the points of his teeth graze over the soft, slightly fragrant skin.

[greatsoliloquist]

Kurloz's cool breath against her skin made her get gooseflesh, and the touch of his teeth to her skin made the vibrant bursts of mental color become all the more bright, while she tipped her head farther back. Rose slid her fingers over Kurloz's shoulders and down his chest, before she brought them up both sides of his neck to tease against his ears and down his jaw, letting out a soft coo of breath. Your own touch is so calming and cool, so soft and gentle, she thought before she mentally warned him that she'd be shifting positions, doing so a moment later, where she brought herself back into a seated position on one of his legs, giving him better room to explore and revel in the sensation of skin on skin.

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Aimin' to please. He huffed a quiet chuckle and closed his mouth around a patch of skin, giving it a gentle suck that came away with a quiet, slightly wet sound. His hand skimmed up her side once more as he silently asked permission to remove it, murmuring slightly crude praises into her mind that somehow managed to be both dirty and (at least hopefuly) flattering.

[greatsoliloquist]

Rose's smile was gentle and coy as she responded in kind, her own praises coming out as flowery and only bordering on explicit as she lifted her arms up to help facilitate the removal of her shirt. Once it was off, she settled closer to Kurloz, her own fingers playing at the hem of his shirt in kind. It would be no fair to you if I couldn't praise your body in kind.

She dipped her own lips up against Kurloz's cheek, just under his high cheekbone, and then brushed her lips against his, locking him in a light, lingering kiss. Her fingers curled into his hair again, enjoying the feeling of it.

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As he leaned into the kiss his fingertips dragged back up her side again then eased up under the clasp of her bras between her shoulderblades, a single nail scratching there gently. He expressed a huffy sort of amusement at the thing and the complications that it had always tended to present no matter who it was on, but he wasn't trying to take it off of her just yet. As soon as the kiss broke he pulled his shirt up and off, letting it fall to join hers then pulling her back against his chest with his arms wrapped around her waist, his chin hooking over her shoulder as his hands began to wander and tickle his fingertips over her exposed skin.

[greatsoliloquist]

While Kurloz teased against her back and sides, Rose took to tracing every scar on his back, laid out like a spiderweb of memories, with marks both thick and dark and ugly, and scars like whispers of a time long past, of a pain not nearly as brutal. The ones she could reach on his shoulders breathed against and kissed, while her fingertips brushed up one over his arms. She admired those scars, as she had none of her own, and always felt that a person with many had a much deeper story to tell, without any words necessary. She leaned back again and looked into his eyes, before she reached behind her and unhooked the clasps of her bra and laid down on the plush rug that had been put into Kurloz's room for him. She slowly and demurely removed the straps from her shoulders, looking at her progress, then looking over at him with a tiny smile.

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He followed her onto the rug and stretched out beside her, his head at a tilt as he let his fingers graze along the center of her stomach and simply watching the way she moved with intense concentration. She reacted much more subtly than anyone else he was used to, and it made for interesting trial and error. As she had no marks or blemishes that he could focus his attention on, he instead eased the straps of her bra down from her shoulders and, following the progress of his hands with his lips then removing it entirely and laying it aside. Once more his head tilted at being faced with rumble spheres with a little extra. Without bothering to ask about them just yet, he simply dragged the tip of his finger around one nipple then over the top of it, watching with fascination as it perked.

[greatsoliloquist]

The outward reactions were subtle, but inside, it was obvious that every touch, every kiss, every subtle movement that Kurloz made was driving her wild. Once her bra was off, she ran her hand gently over Kurloz's cheek and down his neck, watching him watching her. She let out a gentle laugh at his confusion; of course he'd be tripped up by the difference in anatomy, but it was to her advantage, as she let out a soft sound as he teased around her nipple, her reaction from it far more vivid than the soft touches to her neck, though both were brilliant places for teasing. By then, she'd been riled up just enough to induce more palpable reactions, though they were still far more subdued than most.

That was nice, Rose assured, her thoughts blossoming through with a velvety red demeanor, soft and plush and luxurious, as her lips started to part into a sultry pout.

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His lips pulled into a soft smirk, Kurloz leaned over her with his weight propped on one arm, his finger continuing to draw patterns over one breast then moving to the other to get it equally sensitive, then leaned down and pressed his lips to the soft curve beneath it. He let his own thoughts tangle into hers as his mouth opened, sucking soft flesh into his mouth and grazing his teeth over it, nothing even remotely hard enough to leave a mark that wouldn't fade within minutes. He ran his thumb over a smudge of white paint on her chest and at up again to drag his nails down her side once more to her leg, his fingers running over the inner thigh in the search for more places he might come across to play with.

[greatsoliloquist]

The lack of a tongue in Kurloz's mouth was always a bit of a surprise, and when he drew her breast in past his lips, she let out a soft, surprised sound, while she felt their separate mental tendrils reach and curl around each other as if two sets of smoky purple shadows had come together, and if it weren't for the distinct gilt edging around hers, they would have seemed inseparable. That alone was erotic to her, though his touch held a vast majority of her attention just then. her skirt was just loose and light enough where she could almost feel his touch as if there was nothing between his flesh and her own, and she felt her flush creep down from her pale cheeks, taking over her neck and down to her collarbone. She whispered his name as she dropped her hands to rest beside her head, her fingers curled towards her palms.

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You're getting warmer, he observed with a soft chuckle, his fingertips skimming over her knee then back down the outside of her leg, slipping the hem of her skirt up to expose more of her leg. He turned in place and bent to press his lips to her kneecap then moved slowly down the inside of her leg. Every move Rose made and in return, everything he did was easy, gentle and subtle, drawing out every little reaction he wanted all the while sampling the warm, unfamiliar skin. Don't got much of a fuckin' smell though.

[greatsoliloquist]

Yet another subtle difference between trolls and humans; we don't smell like much. Rose's word-based thoughts were becoming staccato in comparison to the emotional and sensation based, which had primarily taken over and pulled Kurloz in deeper into her mind. When he kissed down her thigh, she took a soft gasp for each press of his lips, finally letting out a muffled little murmur through her nose, while she brought her hand down, moving it over her own body, arching up into her own touch before she settled it wholly against his cheek. But don't take the lack of pleasant scent as a sign that I'm not enjoying myself immensely. You're doing every little thing just right.

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Comes with bein' able to see exactly what's goin' on in your motherfuckin' pan. It wasn't a smug statement, simply a fact; subtly observing peoples' thoughts as opposed to their actions had gotten him quite far in his life and the manipulation thereof even further. He opened his mouth and bit down gently into the inside of her thigh, letting his teeth prick the skin without breaking it before pulling back and making his way back up her body with his lips and the tip of his nose dragging along her skin. His cheek laid against her breast as he looked back up at her. Blush so mutherfuckin' sweet.

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The bite was rewarded with an airy moan, her entire body reacting to the sensation of his sharp teeth playing dangerously close to one of her veins and closer still to her panties, and provided her more impetus to react more overtly to each inch he traveled back her body, her hand never leaving the side of his face for a moment until he found his way back up to her chest, and she gently stroked it, then his hair. I've found that you're singularly adept at causing me to blush. You play my nerves like strings on an instrument. She looked down her body at him and smiled fondly. She wasn't searching for the height of orgasm, and it showed through her languid heightening of arousal, and the way that this could have easily been all she could want.

She brushed her fingers down his spine and back up, whispering into his mind all the lovely thoughts she'd had about his long, sinewy muscles, his beautiful skin, his thick, curling hair, the way his horns were curved just so. And his voice, although quiet in most instances in the outer world, was so attractive to her. She smiled as she looked down at the smudges of paint on her body, and the worn paint from his cheeks and chin. You'll have to redo your paint, she thought, bringing her other hand down to brush her hand over Kurloz's cheek. I've made a mess of you.