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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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[theprinceofsilence]

Shoulda known better than to ask a classy motherfuckin' b- He caught himself before completing the thought, having realized how much she disapproved of being called in the same crude manner as pretty much everyone else in his life. He focused instead on the latter half of the statement and simply shrugged a shoulder, putting his cheek back down on his arm. Maybe. At least I can have people besides my bro do runs when it comes to that, let him focus on his fuckin' school shit and his matesprit. Shit he actually cares about.

[greatsoliloquist]

Gamzee deserves to live a life of his own making. Everybody does. And even though you've been saddled with the responsibility of your father's position, you can find ways to have that work for you. She slid her hands down his sides, over the sharp curve of his skinny hips, still firm, in a massaging fashion, while she switched tracks mentally. But that will wait at least one night longer. For now, be calm and focus on the harmony and rhythm.

She slipped away from his back to continue his back rub. She became singularly focused on the feeling of his scarred, dark skin under her hands, the tightness of certain bundles of muscles, and the scent of the oil, staying slightly warm from both the slightest amount of cassia mixed in with the jasmine, and her own body heat.

[theprinceofsilence]

Much more of this and Kurloz knew that he would doze off, his eyes already closed as he did as Rose advised and focused on the music and the way her fingers traced over his body and pressed into his muscles until he was completely limp beneath her. He gave her brief warning before he pushed himself up on his elbows and turned over, holding her there astride him. He looked up at her with a soft smirk as his hands came to rest on her knees, his abdomen flexed to hold him up off the bed to keep from smearing the oil into the blankets. He rolled his hips up subtly to turn her attention downward, letting her know that she could take them if she so wished.

[greatsoliloquist]

His taut stomach muscles were traced over as she leaned in to leave a brief kiss against the stitches. Rose whispered to him "Go ahead and lay down, the oil doesn't stain, and most of it soaked into your skin already." Though when she drew back, her lower lip was caught between her teeth and she worked her hands down Kurloz's body, into the skinny pants that he always seemed to wear, peeling them downwards. I suppose it's no surprise that I'm just the faintest bit nervous, her thoughts relayed, though she seemed calm as could be. She'd never bothered to look past the clinical for troll morphology. But that moment wasn't about he had between his legs so much as it was about the legs themselves. She hadn't stopped pushing the fabric away until his pants were fully removed, and once they were gone, Rose settled in to rub his calves then thighs, looking up into his eyes, through the bangs of her hair.

[theprinceofsilence]

Kurloz' arm was tucked under his head as he watched her right back through half-lidded eyes, smiling faintly as he lifted his leg to let her do as she wished with it. The boxer briefs he wore were bunched up around the creases of his hips, leaving his legs entirely exposed before her. Nervous or not, you're doin' a real fuckin' good job of makin' all this completely motherfuckin' worth it. The higher up her hands ran on him the more his contended little smile grew until he was nearly grinning down at her even through his stitches.

[greatsoliloquist]

With a smile against Kurloz's knee, she pressed a kiss against his thigh and went back to rubbing his legs down. And what is that supposed to mean, Kurloz? she teased, her fingers brushing up the line of his thighs. I could have sworn everything was worth it on its own merits. She was clearly in no way offended, her mind was reading the same velvety red that it had earlier in the day, as she ran her hand down his long, thin leg, and then trailed over the top of his foot. Her more verbal thoughts had laced with the visual imagery, a dozen sensual ideas a second, ranging from the chaste to the extremely erotic. But mostly, her mind was pointedly not fixating on her curiosity of what she could do to get him worked up just as much as he had managed to work her up earlier.

[theprinceofsilence]

Comin' here, livin' under a roof that we both know ain't mine any more than it is yours, he explained, the words accompanied by the feeling and images surrounding the desire to go home. He was there for Gamzee and no other reason, or at least so he'd thought before Rose had happened into his life. He couldn't honestly say he was flushed, but he did still enjoy every aspect of Rose that presented itself the closer they became. He dropped the somber thoughts in favor of contributing to her own, letting the dark tendrils of his thoughts curl back into hers and lending them a more intimate tone. He wasn't highly reactive, but that did not by any means prove that he wasn't enjoying himself, the gentle pulse of his thoughts in time with the music still playing at their side the bet indication of that.

[greatsoliloquist]

You're under no call to stay, save to keep Gamzee company, but he seems just as at ease here as anywhere else, she pointed out, working the tension from his foot just as easily as she had his hands, and being so attached to home isn't such a bad thing. It is, after all, your safe haven, as unsafe as it has been recently. It's your shell, your place to return when you feel drained of all energy. It's where your family is, save for your brother and father, she smiled at the mental tendrils curling into her mind and she looked into his eyes from her place between his legs. But had you stayed there, I wouldn't have known you. I wouldn't have had this chance to be here with you. And something is nudging me forward with it. Did I ever tell you that I had a dream before I came here that basically showed me I would meet my destiny if I were to come here? Your offer of helping to hone my powers confirms that. And I'm sure it sounds rather juvenile, but I truly haven't felt this kind of draw to anyone before. So I wish to see where it leads me. Not only that, but... I know it isn't merely a one-sided draw of power. I came here for a purpose. To help somebody.

She knew it had to have been him. Someone so ripped apart inside over his own power, his own ability, and what it could do to those around him.