or it WOULD be, if she didn't remember how tremendously blueballed she was when he left her high and dry with her titties out in the grass. it was not so very long ago, after all. the wood remembers. alisaie has not forgotten that sting of betrayal.
her eyes move from the page to his face again, very slowly, and she stares him down with what could only be described as complete and abject apathy, her eyes hooded, her expression slack. she does not look even the littlest, most remotely interested, not even one single particle of interested. ]
[ Prompto...also remembers, but he's slow to realize that that is why things are unfolding the way that they are. All he knows is all his usual modes of suggestion are proving ineffective. It can't be that she's missed his intentions...they've been through this song and dance a hundred times. So what gives?!
She doesn't seem even one iota interested, but Prompto doesn't give up, not yet. Instead, he settles back against the pillows once more, sighing in a very "woe is me" kind of way, itching at his tattoo...the barcode one, not the shitty barbed wire one. ]
Y'know, lately, I've kind of been thinkin'...if I'm a clone, am I even really a person?
[ yes it has come to this, he's using his sob story to be more fuckable ]
this is low even for prompto - trying to earn pathetic points so she'll hop on his dick?? amazing. alisaie looks up from her book again, just so she can look incredulously at him, but only for a moment..
.. because soon enough she's carefully setting the book aside, after marking her spot, so she can turn onto her side and slide a hand over his belly. ]
[ Yeah, it sure was low, and he feels a little guilty playing the "existential crisis" card for sex, but...these are desperate times. He's not even expecting it to really work, but then Alisaie is closing her book, and turning towards him at last.
That doesn't mean he's caught her interest in a little horizontal tango, but at least she's paying attention to him instead of her book now...that's progress!!!
Or it's a trap. Yeah, it's probably a trap. ]
Y-yeah. Well. Y'know...it wears on a guy, being the sole survivor of a terrible experiment...makes me feel really, uh. Vulnerable.
alisaie leans in until she is flush against him, her head dipped to his shoulder so she can breathe warm and soft against the delicate skin of his throat, while her hand slips lower, her fingers plucking at the waistband of his sleepy pants.
[ It's way too easy, and he knows it. He also knows that he is extremely turned on by this behavior, by the way she leans into him, teasing at his waistband, at skin that is so sensitive and delicate. Which is probably the point, he realizes.
Gods, even this is so nice, though...
A low grumble rolls in his throat — but it's not a sexy one, and is instead one of a man in an absolute conundrum. ]
Err...um....m-maybe...
[ He swallows thickly, his smile nervous. ]
Just some...cuddly time with my boo?
[ This is painful, but he's afraid of what will happen if he asks for more...because even he's not dumb enough to believe she's turned from complete disinterest to DTF in a matter of seconds. ]
[ he's beginning to smell the poison in the bait, isn't he.. cuddly time?? she knows full well he wants more than that. she can see the feeble tent in his sweatpants that doesn't hide anything!! she should stop here, anything further would be cruel.
and yet.....
instead she slips her fingertips under his waistband, gently, gently dragging her short fingernails along the soft, delicate skin beneath, not dipping low enough to touch anything particularly spicy, but more or less as close to the spicy area as she can be without touching it. she shouldn't tease him so terribly, she knows she shouldn't, and yet the memory is still so crisp - how he left her cold and abandoned and unfucked, because of a stupid dead spider!! it was only a day ago. the feeling is still so fresh, her vengeance bright and seething. ]
Because even if he knows beyond a doubt that this is trap now, Prompto is only human, and a dumb boy at that, and there's only so much he can resist against the sweet, teasing drag of Alisaie's fingertips just beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. She doesn't go for the goods, no but it's close enough that her touch sends shockwaves up his body, his hips arching just slightly up into her touch. ]
Little Prompto...doesn't know what's best for him...
[ And Little Prompto isn't smart enough to realize the danger he is in...but Prompto knows. He KNOWS. ]
[ little prompto doesn't know what's best for him.. TRUER WORDS NEVER SPOKEN
at last, alisaie relents. he seems to have learned his lesson, even if she isn't entirely sure that he knows why he's being punished, but hey, that's for him to root out, not for her to provide.
but for now, at least, she pulls back - which honestly might be punishment in itself, she knows how much he loves a fear boner - and slips her hand free of his waistband. ]
Yes, I think that is a good idea.
[ all the sexy heat has disappeared immediately from her voice, dropped like a hot popoto, and alisaie's expression falls slack and flat again without a moment's hesitation. leaning back onto her pillows, she plucks her book back up again without another word. ]
[ He...may not have yet figured out why this is happening, no, but he will, while he lays awake tonight, wondering where he went wrong. For the moment, he'll blame it on his cheap use of his tragic backstory, but even so, she wasn't remotely interested before that point.
And now he's all warm and turned on, with his sad not-quite-erection. Maybe he should just go jerk himself off in the bathroom, but man, that seems pathetic after what just went down...
Instead, he groans, stretching out and dropping his arm across his eyes. ]
A-alrighty then! I'm just gonna...lay here, then.
[ Until he falls a sleep, presumably. After hours and hours of agonizing about how he didn't get laid... ]
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or it WOULD be, if she didn't remember how tremendously blueballed she was when he left her high and dry with her titties out in the grass. it was not so very long ago, after all. the wood remembers. alisaie has not forgotten that sting of betrayal.
her eyes move from the page to his face again, very slowly, and she stares him down with what could only be described as complete and abject apathy, her eyes hooded, her expression slack. she does not look even the littlest, most remotely interested, not even one single particle of interested. ]
No, not particularly.
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She doesn't seem even one iota interested, but Prompto doesn't give up, not yet. Instead, he settles back against the pillows once more, sighing in a very "woe is me" kind of way, itching at his tattoo...the barcode one, not the shitty barbed wire one. ]
Y'know, lately, I've kind of been thinkin'...if I'm a clone, am I even really a person?
[ yes it has come to this, he's using his sob story to be more fuckable ]
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this is low even for prompto - trying to earn pathetic points so she'll hop on his dick?? amazing. alisaie looks up from her book again, just so she can look incredulously at him, but only for a moment..
.. because soon enough she's carefully setting the book aside, after marking her spot, so she can turn onto her side and slide a hand over his belly. ]
My poor boy..
[ is this a trap?? ]
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That doesn't mean he's caught her interest in a little horizontal tango, but at least she's paying attention to him instead of her book now...that's progress!!!
Or it's a trap. Yeah, it's probably a trap. ]
Y-yeah. Well. Y'know...it wears on a guy, being the sole survivor of a terrible experiment...makes me feel really, uh. Vulnerable.
[ This is definitely a trap. ]
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[ it's a trap, it's a trap, ALARMS BLARING
alisaie leans in until she is flush against him, her head dipped to his shoulder so she can breathe warm and soft against the delicate skin of his throat, while her hand slips lower, her fingers plucking at the waistband of his sleepy pants.
her voice is a low purr against his skin. ]
What would make you feel better?
[ it's almost too easy.. ]
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Gods, even this is so nice, though...
A low grumble rolls in his throat — but it's not a sexy one, and is instead one of a man in an absolute conundrum. ]
Err...um....m-maybe...
[ He swallows thickly, his smile nervous. ]
Just some...cuddly time with my boo?
[ This is painful, but he's afraid of what will happen if he asks for more...because even he's not dumb enough to believe she's turned from complete disinterest to DTF in a matter of seconds. ]
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and yet.....
instead she slips her fingertips under his waistband, gently, gently dragging her short fingernails along the soft, delicate skin beneath, not dipping low enough to touch anything particularly spicy, but more or less as close to the spicy area as she can be without touching it. she shouldn't tease him so terribly, she knows she shouldn't, and yet the memory is still so crisp - how he left her cold and abandoned and unfucked, because of a stupid dead spider!! it was only a day ago. the feeling is still so fresh, her vengeance bright and seething. ]
Are you sure about that?
[ she murmurs, directly against his ear. ]
Little Prompto seems to have different ideas..
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Because even if he knows beyond a doubt that this is trap now, Prompto is only human, and a dumb boy at that, and there's only so much he can resist against the sweet, teasing drag of Alisaie's fingertips just beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. She doesn't go for the goods, no but it's close enough that her touch sends shockwaves up his body, his hips arching just slightly up into her touch. ]
Little Prompto...doesn't know what's best for him...
[ And Little Prompto isn't smart enough to realize the danger he is in...but Prompto knows. He KNOWS. ]
M-maybe...we should just go to b-bed?
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at last, alisaie relents. he seems to have learned his lesson, even if she isn't entirely sure that he knows why he's being punished, but hey, that's for him to root out, not for her to provide.
but for now, at least, she pulls back - which honestly might be punishment in itself, she knows how much he loves a fear boner - and slips her hand free of his waistband. ]
Yes, I think that is a good idea.
[ all the sexy heat has disappeared immediately from her voice, dropped like a hot popoto, and alisaie's expression falls slack and flat again without a moment's hesitation. leaning back onto her pillows, she plucks her book back up again without another word. ]
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And now he's all warm and turned on, with his sad not-quite-erection. Maybe he should just go jerk himself off in the bathroom, but man, that seems pathetic after what just went down...
Instead, he groans, stretching out and dropping his arm across his eyes. ]
A-alrighty then! I'm just gonna...lay here, then.
[ Until he falls a sleep, presumably. After hours and hours of agonizing about how he didn't get laid... ]