take my heart, pull it apart, take my brains, or what remains

[implying]

Date & Time: late evening of the 6th
Location: Vanadi's apartment
Characters: Nananea & Vanadi
Summary: Moping on a fellow cyborg went disastrously so he'll try it on an alien instead!
Warnings: uhhh maybe I'LL EDIT IF YES

[ The mask is off, the alcohol is poured and ready, and if Vanadi's housemates are home, he hasn't seen sign of them in hours. He's slumped on the small couch he'd dragged into his room, not quite willing to claim the main room and run the risk of running into one of them. Sort of a foreign inclination in Vanadi, but then he's never dealt very well with being sad.

He's currently slumped low enough that lifting one of the provided glasses of wine puts it up to the light, and he swirls it to see if the pattern changes in the liquid. It never really does. Too rich. Kind of a pointless exercise, isn't it?

Man, he hopes Nananea plans to show up soon. ]

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[fourscience]

I could say yes. You will never have the opportunity to test that theory!

But I know you are trying to flatter me. Even though you are already in my good graces.

[That smile is enough for her to know that kissing him did exactly what she wanted to. Cheer him up, primarily. She really can't have a friend of hers looking so down.

While chatting, she's gotten one of her hands on his chest, her nimble fingers working at getting his shirt open. Because she certainly knows that he didn't ask her over just to chat. Or she assumes.]

[implying]

[ Oops, no shirt-offing. If she undoes it too far, that lovely autopsy-reminiscent scar will be poking out from his chest, and that's just no fun. So he settles a hand overtop hers to stop her— but promptly scoops it up to press a kiss against the back of her fingers. There's no use in sending the wrong signals, after all. ]

Is it still flattery if it's completely true, do you think? I've never been clear on that part!

[fourscience]

[Vanadi, she has more hands than you. You aren't going to win this one. While he's kissing one hand, she's got two more on his waist, pushing up his shirt.]

Yes. Because you are trying to charm me. [A smile, and she kisses his cheek] And of course it is working. Because you are very good at that.

[implying]

[ Oh god but these hands are hard to keep track of. He promptly brings in his only other one, making a good try at brushing aside both of hers. ]

Well, I'm nothing without my muse! But that said, ah, let's leave this, shall we? [ He tugs down that side of his shirt, smiling a little. ]

[fourscience]

[It's a good try! But no, Nananea is persistent and she's got at least one hand under his shirt. Not on his metal-covered side, but she's trying.]

You would not remove this last time we were together. Are you shy? I find that hard to believe.

[implying]

[ For a good half a second he's tempted to pull away from her, but... well, no, that's even worse. There's too much love of intimacy to let a little thing like shame get in the way. ]

No, I'm afraid I hardly know the meaning of the word. [ He shifts, pressing a hand over one of hers to guide it to the metal side. Cold, hard, a few sharp edges. ] It's only this, you see? It's not very attractive. I prefer to keep it covered, when I may.

[fourscience]

Oh-! [All four of her eyes go wide, and she immediately pushes up his shirt a little further. If you thought that would make her back off, Vanadi, you were so wrong. She's even more curious now]

Oh, no! That is not unattractive at all!

[implying]

[ Oh, dammit. It's just a light sigh, but there's definitely a little away-squirming now, and his attempt to push his shirt back down again loses some subtlety. ]

Well, I suppose we may have to— agree to disagree, my dear. I'm no fan, I may safely say that much.

[fourscience]

Ah. [She looks disappointed- but only for a split second. The fact that he's kind of moving away from her is enough to tell her that she's crossed some kind of line. Even though she really really wants to see what's under his clothes...well, she can't force him to show her. Not this time. Maybe later.

So she puts all four of her hands nicely on the outside of his clothes, on his waist and his chest.]

I can't change your mind then, can I? That is too bad.

[implying]

[ Oh, much better. He immediately relaxes, and does it with a grateful little smile. It's a stupid hangup, and he knows many of his lovers don't care — but it's definitely not one he's pushing aside tonight. Especially not tonight. ]

Not easily, my dear! [ And his own hands go to one side of her shirt, pushing the cloth aside to press a few kisses into her neck and shoulder. ] But it's quite alright, some extra clothing never stopped anyone.

[fourscience]

You know that I will not let it get in my way. [She laughs, pleased that the atmosphere seems to have lightened. And well- even if he's not getting out of his clothes, she sure as hell is. So she shrugs off the top layer of her clothing, leaving herself in just her usual black bodysuit.]

And I have a feeling nothing gets in your way, Vanadi.