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[ definitely time to take matters into her own hands -- kogami's already pretty tantalised by that glorious clip. ]

Good. Come over, Angie. Let me take care of that for you.

Shall I leave it in?
So I'm nice and ready.

( As if she couldn't take it without the prep otherwise, which she certainly could, sure to still be slick and giving him something tighter to fuck, but— that's up to him, clearly. He has a few minutes to answer while she gets dressed just enough to make the "trek". A wrap dress, panties, ankle boots. Ah, and her peacoat, to keep the chill at bay.

Down a level and off to find him, of course. Forgive a girl for seeking out some fun; Kogami's quickly becoming a favorite partner. )

[ there is never a dull moment with her, is there? she's unpredictable, exciting, confident and kind, and he finds himself smiling at the text. ]

Leave it in. You've left me all hot and bothered.

Roger that. 🤭
Don't I get a preview?
While I make this lonely, cold trek all on my lonesome.

( And isn't he perfectly accommodating in turn? For every time she's been unpredictable, he's still adjusted to please her, made time in his schedule just like now, and she can't fight her own little grin the entire way there, public transit an interesting hurdle with a silently vibrating toy inside her, glowing warm and keeping her heated through so she's nice and hot to plunge into, left holding the rings and standing.

Not a soul is any wiser as she clutches her device to cover the holographic display from any prying eyes, awaiting further word from him. She can't wait to spoil him, well and truly. )

[ he can't wait, either -- she's sweetly playful, and oh, he can't make her come along all by her lonesome, right? that wouldn't be fair. so kogami's silent for at least fifteen minutes.

one stop away from his apartment, however, kogami's clearly tracked her down, moving through the ambivalent crowd in the train to come up behind her, chest to her back as he steps in close. he murmurs in her ear now, soft and playful so no one else can hear: ]

Who said I was going to let you continue to be lonely?

( It's a shame when the conversation tapers off, but— perhaps she halfway predicts he'd find her along the way. She can't be too upset if he's doing anything like getting ready for her, physically or spatially, at his place, as if she could ever truly be upset with him in the first place. It's a gentle, playful ire. It only exists because she likes him as much as she does, and she wants to keep talking, even if they just tease each other back and forth along the way.

Her spine snaps straight with the first press of him against her back, train not nearly crowded enough to expect someone to press against her, but the rumble of his voice curling in her ear is more than enough to set her at ease. So much so, in fact, she's already reaching back to find his hand to draw about her waist and tipping back against him, weight resting easily to his. She always trusts him. )

Mmm, hello handsome. I never believed it for a second. ( And reaching up to find his cheek, next, to cradle his jaw in her palm and beg his face down near hers. Not for a kiss, quite yet, but just to feel his warmth to her cheek. ) Will you always find me so quickly?

Yes, if you let me.

[ it's a reassurance; kogami's always been quick on the uptake, swift when it comes to tracking the people that he cares for -- predicting the route she takes isn't very difficult. besides, angie isn't trying not to be found.

he feels her stiffen a little before relaxing, surprise giving way to pleasure and warmth, and the way her body feels against him is exquisite. she is warm, the scent of her pleasantly comforting. hand coming around to splay around her waist, he's smiling, leaning into her welcome touch, lips brushing against her palm in greeting.

he keeps her secure on the moving train, steady and strong. ]

We should go for a walk, gorgeous.

Consider this a blanket agreement, then. You can always come find me. And I'll always be happy to see you.

( It's simple enough, isn't it? Their ease in one another's presence, the clean scent of his soap and the essence of him in his clothes, quick to envelop her as she leans back and he secures her against him with the wrap of his arm and lips skimming off her palm. She'd never hide. Not from anyone and least of all from him. Let him get to know her so thoroughly he knows which roads she'll take and where she's like to stop in for a bite or a coffee, where her favorite places are to take the puppy she's rearing when he's old enough to romp in the parks. Let him get to know the people she's most often going to visit and when.

If Kogami could always find her, no matter what, she'd likely take comfort in it more than anything. Especially knowing he cared, and he understood her to such an extent. He's a solid presence behind her and she's always going to feel safe with him and do her utmost to ensure he feels the same with her if ever he needs it. Her arm rests atop his about her as she rubs her other hand along his jaw, nuzzling her cheek to his and turning to bump her nose into him with the shape of her smile. It's a good thing her lipstick doesn't smear or he'd be glittering peach-gold at the corner of his mouth. )

You know I won't be hiking too far, I hope. But I'll go anywhere you'd like if you don't mind exerting a bit of patience for the occasional stop.

( Likely to do away with the toy still buzzing low and slow inside her, heating her through. If he splays a hand over her hips and tips her back just so, he may feel the base of it digging into his thigh where the crux of her legs align. )

Oh, there won't be any hiking. I promise.

[ angie's acceptance is a wonderful thing, warm like the summer sun when she leans into him just like this, openly trusting and affectionate -- he's been learning more and more about angie in the weeks since they've met and befriended each other. she's fascinated in the way she so sweetly opens up to him, a fine woman with little to hide and her heart in her hands.

she's effortlessly sensuous, too, and when his other hand comes to rest on her hip, shifting just a little to feel for himself, he smiles. ah.

the train comes to a halt at a stop after his own, and he's extricating himself from her, taking her hand now. there's a club not too far away from here that's probably already in full swing with prismals and moonblessed alike, and it's only a few minutes' walk away. ]

Does it make your knees weak?

[ that neat little vibrator, he means. ]

Then I'm all yours.

( As if that's at all changed; still, it's a relief he isn't going to put her through her paces quite like that. For now she enjoys the pleasure thrumming through her in gentle waves and the warmth of him seeping into her spine as the train trundles along, eyes closing as she finally presses a kiss to his face and rests on him. Just for a little bit longer. Perhaps it seems strange to some of the other Moonblessed aboard that a man just got on and started to cuddle up to her, but the Prismals seem quite delighted as they watch as cautiously as they can. There's no moon to dictate their actions as anything other than intentional when neither of them display any traits for the indigo moon in the sky and they're visibly doing nothing but holding onto one another with the occasional comfortable nuzzle.

Nevermind she's pressing the base of that toy inside her onto his thigh and letting it slide back out before doing it again, sparking a touch more friction inside her as her cheeks heat. She doesn't imagine he'd let her do it for long, in any case, but she's completely oblivious to the fact that they've bypassed his stop. And he hasn't given her a single reason to want to protect that heart in her hands, shown to him and offered up to study if he wishes; this is no different. Her trust could almost be called blind if she didn't understand people as well as she does.

Whenever or wherever they've arrived and he's drawing back away from her, she allows it with only the tiniest of sighs to the loss of his arm about her, but her hand is quick to fit in his and lace her fingers through his own, sticking close to his side and walking with care. Every now and then she shivers— toy slipping from her and having to shift her legs a certain way to see it pushed back in. God, she never does things like this, but it's thrilling, isn't it?

And to ask if it makes her knees weak— does he expect any answer besides "you make my knees weak"? He can probably see it in her eyes with the way she looks at him, knowing, lashes low. But finally: )

I can think of better sensations, but this is new. In public. I'm adventurous, though perhaps not... ( This adventurous. She never finishes the sentence; she just shakes her head with a smile. )

Not this adventurous?

[ kogami finishes it for her -- as much as he appreciates and enjoys her boldness, kogami does like when there's something new she hasn't tried. how delightful it is, too, to have her fingers slotted together with his and watch her move with the vibrator inside her. she must be so wet, now, and as tempted as he is to help her with it, he doesn't. at least, not right now; perhaps there's a streak of cruel in him, when he thoroughly delights in the pleasure that toy's giving her.

he would never hurt her, not in a million years -- he might not have known her long, but he knows her well enough to be cognisant of the fact that she would never harm anyone who doesn't already have it coming to them.

he nods at the bouncer as he guides her into the club, dimly lit and filled with gyrating individuals of every stripe and colour, the sensuous bass bringing one truth to light: they're all here to enjoy themselves, and decency is the farthest thing from their minds. he guides her through the floor, underneath a hanging cage inhabited by a beautiful woman who's busy being worshipped by the man behind her.

he's guiding her to one of the mirrored private booths, pulling it open to reveal just a plush couch facing outwards, and as he slides it shut the doors prove to be a one-way mirror, affording a look outside, not in; which serves the preening peacocks on the dance floor just as well. ]

I always wanted to come here. See what the hype is all about.

Not without good reason, no.

( And no one's ever given her good reason before. Being able to do things like this, with him— it's exciting, certainly. Most wouldn't think to ask. She's so used to quick hookups and regular sex that branching out from that is a thrill, and who better to place that adventure in the hands of? She trusts him. And so she wears her vibrator out to visit him, only... this has taken yet another turn, hasn't it? It isn't cruel in the least if he's going to hold her hand like this. She's that easy. Give her a bit of tenderness and she's all yours.

Even people who may "have it coming to them" won't see the raise of her hand much less the lift of her pistol's sight. She doesn't like to hurt others, period, and she shoots to disable instead of kill. Things that could be treated, even for the worst criminals. Let them be tried and dealt with as they deserve, instead of meeting an easy end. Perhaps that's cruel, too. But this? This isn't cruel. And she already knows he would never hurt her, either.

A club as their destination clearly surprises her, moreso once they're nodded right in and she sees the sort of "dancing" going on, steps matching the music and already sashaying at his side as the atmosphere seeps right in through her pores. She follows him through the salacious crowd, still under the curl of his arm and fingertips still laced with his as he takes her into a booth, and— ah, the mirror is a one-way. Made to watch the dance floor and not themselves? Except she has no interest in anyone here but him. )

What have you heard, then? Of this place.

( She's shedding her coat after slipping the waist tie open, folding it over the sofa to reveal a backless sweater dress with a short hem. The mere act of bending over reveals the handle end of that heated toy within her that had bumped against his leg earlier, control buttons visible along with the curve of her breasts from the side view of the dress. )

That it's meant for the more adventurous people. And you strike me as one of them.

[ kogami's words are low, gravelly, giving her a thorough once-over as he absorbs everything -- how bold she is, how patiently and willingly she's taken it inside her. fascinated, he comes up behind her and takes her toward the glass, turning her around so that she can see it.

he delicately removes the toy from her too, setting it aside as a hand comes up to splay almost possessively over her back, the smooth skin under his palm incredibly, heatedly alluring. his touch is deliberate, before both hands slide under the sides of her sweater dress to palm her full, plump breasts, so heavy and full in his rough palms. ]

I'd love to show you off to them, Angie.

I'll accept the moniker most days, certainly.

( The edge to her smile doesn't fade as he moves behind her, knowing the temptation she puts forth as her coat is set aside and he acts on it, hands at her sides to guide her where he wants her and reaching down to slip the toy from her— coated in her arousal from the length of time it's been buried inside her, dripping until he sets it aside. The texture of a warm palm against her back has her arching, humming as the left joins the right and frames her ribs to sneak in under the sweater, turning her head as she straightens in clear want. She wants him closer, where she can lave kisses along the side of his face in exchange for the strong hands palming her where she's sensitive, nipples hard between long fingers and skin pebbling in goosebumps from the chill of the room she's now exposed to, pressing back against his thighs as her hands cover his and encourage him to squeeze her again.

Show her off? Why not? She's his treasure that he's worked for, right now. She's his to do with as he pleases. )

Then show me off. I'm all yours right now.

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