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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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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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Kurloz let a soft, breathy laugh at that and made a point to rub his face against her stomach, leaving a wider smudge of white in his wake then grinning at her. He swung one long leg over her and settled over her thighs, his hands traveling slowly up Rose's arms then wrapping around her wrists to push them further up over her head. With her stretched out as she was, Kurloz was able to get a good look at the very faint protrusion of her ribs, the splay of her hair around her flushed face and every little twitch of her fingers when he dragged his fingertips back down her body. He traced the line of her collarbone back to her lips, down the bridge of her nose then finally settled his hand in the center of her chest as he leaned forward to press his lips to hers once more.

Rose laughed softly when Kurloz wiped off more of his paint onto her, and shook her head in amusement. Such a clown, she mentally teased, the words laced in saccharine sweet fondness and the same velvety redness of arousal that had become laced into every passing consideration and deep thought she'd had. When she arched a little with her hands up above her head, her ribs protruded further and her arched back curved in such a way that she seemed almost lifted by unseen hands. Kurloz's hands and fingertips were kissed as they passed over her lips and she kept her eyes focused on his, leaning up into his hand to greet his lips with hers, still just hinting at chastity, though her mind was thinking very different thoughts. How his teeth felt behind his soft, lush lips, and how those teeth felt when he'd put them on her skin. How his breath was cool and how it sent shivers up her spine.

This shared, extended moment was a first for her - she so rarely pointed out the physical, but now that's all Rose seemed focused on - but she thought for good reason. They had reveled in each other's humor and intellect for so long, that it was doing a great disservice to their physical selves by having never been given a great deal of attention. But it was clear that she'd been stacking up every detail she could about Kurloz, building her opinion of him, and found no detail unattractive. Flaws were seen in her mind just as beautiful as his better attributes - some even more so, and some things most would have seen as flaws were categorized differently.

She finally spoke once he drew away from the kiss, though her voice had taken on an airy, shivered tone, punctuated by labored, light breathing, "Cover my eyes."

Without drawing away from her, Kurloz laid one hand over her eyes then dipped down to press his lips under her jaw, sucking a slow path down the graceful arc to her collar and letting his teeth graze the skin once more. He let a quiet, soft breath across her chest then dipping his head down to take her nipple between his lips and suck briefly then move back to her neck and make a slow arc to the other side. The fingers of his free hand had trailed back down and reached behind him to find her leg and pull it up to rest her knee against his side.

With a quick, easy shift of position he came to straddle one leg, the other pulled up and leaning her heel against his shoulder. He's sought permission to and then manipulated the motor function that controlled Rose's eyes, keeping them closed as he began to play his fingers along the soft, milky skin of her inner thigh all the way up to her calf.

The lack of sight - and indeed the inability to even cheat and open her eyes - made Rose smile unabashedly as she tried to anticipate Kurloz's movements. Every time he moved in a way that didn't synch up with what she'd expected, she let out a delighted gasp of surprise, and her fingers curled into her hands again. She moved as he directed, and with his weight on her leg, she caught her lip between her teeth, still managing to smile as he lifted her leg to kiss down its length.

She was glad she didn't need to wonder if he knew just how intimate this was, how intensely personal. While she was no stranger to fooling around, and no stranger to sex in general, Rose had never gotten so deeply into what she was doing with her prior lovers. What he was doing was strictly on the level of sheer wish fulfillment, very clearly playing out her every kink. The fact that his own personal likes were so similar only sealed the deal. She knew, however, he had deeper desires that they'd get to explore at some point in the future, and she would be more than happy to enjoy those with him.

Rose's toes curled once Kurloz got to her calf, and she let out a soft little laugh. She was completely at his mercy, and the relinquishment of control was a show of deep, intimate trust. Nobody had control over Rose, not even the Old Ones that whispered to - and through - both of them. But she was putting her every sense and sensation into his caring, careful hands.

Kurloz was well aware of this as well, the regular interaction with her innermost thoughts making him take into account just how out of the norm this was for her and indeed how important that meant that just the simple act of touching was. He leaned his cheek against her calf as he knelt there over the other leg, his fingers once more tracing the curves and lines of her bone structure, meeting over the top of her skirt and letting her know his intention to strip that away as well before he did so.

As she laid there before him in nothing but her panties he took a moment to appreciate the aesthetic of a body like porcelain in front of him, willingly bending to his will with no restraint. He ran the tip of one finger down the inside of her thigh to the crease at her hip and tickling his nail along it then flipping his hand around to press his fingers into the warm, slightly moistened fabric, just keeping the pressure there the the moment as he bent back over her to nudge the bridge of his nose up under the shelf of her jaw.

As she lifted her hips to help Kurloz remove her skirt, Rose had carefully considered where she was in terms of arousal. She'd been shivering gasping, needy little breaths for every subtle touch, and by this time, even though she couldn't see to confirm, she knew that her panties were damp and would need to be changed once she left this room. She didn't take long - only until Kurloz's fingers pressed against the last remaining fabric on her body, as she tipped her head back for him - to make up her mind and whisper, "yes," which served both as consent, but as a confirmation that it was exactly what she needed.

And with that, her mind flashed to a more visual and sense-oriented thought pattern, preparing Kurloz to find the exact place on the foreign anatomy to him to touch, and how to, without seeming demanding or needy. It was simply fact. In with the thoughts, came the lingering notion that if he did, she would wind up acting uncharacteristically unraveled. Which she didn't see as much of a bad thing, at all.

The idea of making her buck and squirm under his touch was an interesting one indeed, one that he fully intended to pursue. He took the information and started to move his fingers, keeping them outside of her panties for now just to bring her that much closer and frustrate her just that little bit more before he finally sat up between her knees to slip down the elastic until it rested halfway down her thighs. His head tilted once more at the smattering of blonde hair, relaying slightly perplexed thoughts concerning body hair, of which trolls had very little or more often, none at all. He didn't seem to be the least bit perturbed by it, simply curious. He laid his hand back against her, the other hand resting against her thigh as he carefully watched her reaction to one finger pressing inward then running up the hot, slick flesh to find that little spot that she'd shown him. This, too, was different to him; he was no stranger to sex, himself but this was just outside his particular area of expertise. Her instruction was wildly helpful though and he was able to find an easy rhythm and run his finger in circles around the little cluster of nerves that served as her key erogenous zone.

The tease made her grow somewhat impatient as she let out another quiet coo, her hips rolling down slightly to his touch, but once her panties were down around her thighs. You're tilting your head in curiosity right now, aren't you? she thought with a smile as her eyes stayed closed. She could picture it, a perplexed little purse of his lips, a subtle tilt of his head. The body hair issue was put to bed with the thought that humans had body hair, and that she preferred to trim and shave hers away, simply out of personal aesthetic, and gave a preemptive humans are strange creatures, I know.

At his touch, however, Rose let out a sharp, moaned-tinged gasp, her whole body arching down towards Kurloz's fingers as she moved one hand up to cover her own mouth, less out of propriety and more out of habit. The quick reaction served to show just how sensitive she was and how ready she'd been to finish off. Her body rolled in slow, sensual waves of pleasure as she put a knuckle between her teeth as she moaned and breathed sharply around it. Her entire mental word process had slipped away, and she was left with only sensations, colors, and a building anticipation of something that she'd only achieved on her own. However, she hadn't ever been with someone who had known her quite so well, nor anybody who took instruction quite as well as Kurloz, and she felt the somewhat electric feeling building within her, threatening to boil over at any moment.

When she did hit her peak, it was amidst little wordless pleas that then seemed to melt into lower, decadent, silken moans while all tension within her seemed to vanish into oblivion.

Even the way she came was graceful, a beautiful sight in his eyes as he continued to run his finger over the hypersensitive little button that had set her off. He drew it away when she seemed unable to bear it anymore and ran his hand back up the length of her body to rest against the side of her neck, his lips pressing to the corner of her mouth as he gave her back the ability to open her eyes. His own thoughts had melted into soft images and dark colors that twined into hers fluidly. He ran his hands down her thighs again and removed her panties entirely, turning in place and tossing them into the hamper that had been provided for him.

He finally came to rest against her side on the plush, thick carpeting and wrapped his arm around her waist, his nose tucked against the side of her neck. When you feel like you wanna move again maybe we can go see what's for dinner. You know someone's gonna come fuckin' lookin' for or before too long...