Cont. from AIM

[sanguineroyal]

((D's aware it's no fright, his senses heightened now to a deadly level, and he presses his body into hers, slowly tearing at the fabric at the back of her dress with one hand.))


Nanashi wasn't about to be the only one undressed. She slipped a hand between them, undoing his jacket before pulling it off. She undid his belt and pants next, and used his belt to drag his waist closer to her. She even bit at his shirt, letting her fangs break the skin's surface as she tore the fabric off of his chest. She always had liked fighting for control with her partners, and had always been rather disappointed when she needed to feign defeat. She was looking forward to this.

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Despite his protest, D was at least retaining some semblance of control, and he reached down to grab Nanashi's hand before she could work anymore than just his belt off, using his strength to try and force it up against the wall instead, even as he continued to drag sharp nails down the back of her dress.

A light growl greeted the teeth biting into his flesh, and D brought his other hand up, grabbing her head to press it back as much as he could; Left hand had sunk beneath the surface of his palm by this time, leaving it feeling only as if a hand.