[ this is not business. well, it's not meant to be business, but she can make it transactional if he'd like.
when she opens the door, she's dressed as she normally is when at the club, though her hair is down and long. he gets a smile and wave into the foyer, motioning him inside. it's all just as impressive; she'd earned the house almost six months after she'd arrived and she's housed various submissives in it, but there's currently no one. it's quiet but immense and she's feeling a bit contemplative.
outside of the club, qi'ra is different. without the need to be imposing, she has a tendency to let her guard down a little unless she's feeling the need to be business-like. this isn't that. she's simply a twenty-four year old young woman in a place that has requirements, some of which she hasn't had to fulfill in over a year and a half. ]
I'm glad you came. [ she hesitates slightly, the first clue that she's different outside crimson. ] I have a favor to ask but you are, of course, free to say no. Your employment doesn't hinge on this request. It's-- [ her fingers go to the necklace she's wearing as she glances away briefly before turning a small smile on him. ] Personal.
[ He's used to this kind of opulence, living with Goddard for as long as he had. But still, as he enters, his gaze wanders over everything, taking it in with a tinge of understandable amazement. He hadn't moved into Cass' place upon the signing of their contract, preferring to stay in the Down apartments, and nothing has changed since then. He's seen the apartments now and again, but that's about it.
Still, he's quick to look at Qi'ra when she starts to speak. She's the most impressive thing in this house.
The corner of his mouth twitches like he wants to smile, but he keeps his expression neutral. There is curiosity in his eyes however and the seeming ever present desire to please. ]
[ the nervousness is ridiculous and she knows it. assuming sex and asking for it, however, are two different things. lifting her chin slightly, she adopts her more business-like persona and takes a breath. ]
It is when I'm your employer and I want to make it clear that you're not obligated. [ her smile is gentle. ] I haven't had to make their quota in a very long time and chose the sex I had because I wanted to. I still want to, but it feels more of a time crunch.
[ she lifts a single shoulder and, because they're still standing in the entranceway, she nods toward the rest of the house before walking that way. ]
It's why I invited you here. If you say yes, I don't want it to be business. I want it to be because you want to.
[ He follows, the frown easing but the faint smile still lingering. Attentive as he was when first entering, he walks a bit easier now, a subtly more relaxed cadence to his movements. This isn't something difficult or even something that's going to give him pause, despite the way that she's prefacing this, as though it might be something he doesn't want. ]
Qi'ra... [ He shakes his head a little, unsure what to say exactly that's not too much or would make it business-like. ]
It's not business. And I'd want to. I want to.
[ And despite the easy confidence with which he says those words, still his cheeks hint at pink. ]
[ she notices the pink on his cheeks, finds it endearing. still, it makes her pause because they haven't had this since she had him on her desk. she's purposely stayed away since then, leaving him to find his own way, knowing that he'd gotten a contract and found his own people to make quota with. ]
Good. Are you embarrassed or still not sure how to ask for what you want?
[ direct seems to be the best way for her to ask what she wants to know. ]
[ He rolls his eyes at the question, though there's a telltale rueful smirk and amusement to it that says he's not annoyed. Or, at least, not with her. ]
My nanites do a lot, but they haven't figured out how to stop me from blushing, apparently.
[ The smirk fades slightly as he looks at her again, the show of amusement only just clinging to his lips. ]
[ it's not a question but rather a statement. there are questions about his nanites, but the idea that he's gotten the hang of asking for what he wants is even more intriguing and she can't help the smile that teases her lips. ]
[ He has to be bold now and that means the pink on his cheeks does not fade away. But he steps forward confidently all the same, despite it, and set his hand on Qi'ra's hip. It slides to her lower back, pulling her closer to him as he bends to kiss her.
The first instant of the brush of lips is rather soft, really, but in the next second he's kissing her harder, firmly. Wanting. It's not about force but about making sure she knows he wants her. ]
You. In bed. I want to watch you ride me.
[ If she likes. He bites his tongue to stop from making it a sheepish request. ]
[ the softness is nice, but when it changes, qi'ra changes with it, cupping his head with both hands so she can brace herself as he holds her against him. when he pulls back to make his request, her hands slide down his neck to his shoulder, then over his biceps as she gives him a full second to contemplate whether or not he should add a statement to it.
[ is it luck if someone wants you and calls specifically for you? that's fate. but the smile on his face makes her happy because she doesn't like to have to ask. having been a graduate over this last year and a half has meant that she can just let it happen whenever it does or seek it out if she wants. asking feelings... different. desperate, even. like she's using someone.
his question makes her laugh and she looks over her shoulder up the stairs behind her. ] There are four, and mine is upstairs, on the right.
[ He doesn't know why he does it exactly. The thought just comes to him and like that he follows through on it. ]
Alright. [ He says it with a little nod, that grin still present, and then moves to swoop Qi'ra up into his arms. He kisses her quickly so there is little in the way of argument as he starts up the stairs, moving rather quickly considering he's carrying someone bridal-style up them. ]
[ to be qi'ra is to command attention and power and to be the one in control at all times. to have someone sweep her, quite literally, off her feet is something that doesn't happen. it just doesn't, not ever, so it takes her by surprise - something that's both visible and audible when she gasps.
the kiss is necessary to silence objections, but she gives in easily. cupping his face, the kiss turns sweet, before she releases him so he doesn't trip up her stairs. tt the top, she nods in the direction of the room, still watching his face as if she's unsure why she's allowing this.
she's not sure, but that's something else, entirely. ]
I can walk.
[ not a complaint, clearly. an observation, before she places a kiss just at his temple. ]
[ He lets the kiss end because he does need to navigate and make sure he doesn't accidentally hurt Qi'ra, but his little grin doesn't disappear. He's feeling good, suddenly but with good reason, and he's not going to hide that right now. ]
Walking is overrated.
[ He counters in this way before nudging her bedroom door all the way open with his foot and entering. He doesn't take the time now to admire how extravagant the room surely is, judging from the house itself, and instead heads straight to the bed. He lays Qi'ra down upon it. ]
she doesn't say it because now isn't the time. in her youth, shoving and scrabbling were the kinds of gestures that happened and, in her adult life, the touches were far less gentle. but this? this is new and she doesn't want to admit that in this moment. it feels vulnerable. ]
A very long time. [ she looks at him and gives a coy smile. ] It will be difficult for me to ride you if you're not in this bed with me.
[ He grins, thinking little of her answer to his question and instead focusing on the clear invitation. He toes off his shoes and climbs onto the bed atop of her at first. Bracing himself above her, he leans in to kiss her. It's downright sweet at first blush, but quickly rises in heat as it progresses.
One hand travels down to her hip, then moves up her body, over her belly and ribs, settling at her breast which he caresses, thumb circling her nipple through the fabric of her clothes. ]
[ having known that he was coming, qi'ra isn't wearing a bra and her body responds to that touch, her nipple tightening under his thumb. the way the fabric moves over it is as much an arousal as the way he touches her and she arches into the kiss, bringing her own hand up and against the back of his head. for someone who'd been new to all of this when he'd arrived, he's been a very quick learner.
she appreciates it.
it's easy for her to lean up, shrug her shoulders out of the top of the jumpsuit, and let it fall down her arms. leaving her breasts exposed to him, she breaks the kiss and gives him a look, sucking her bottom lip in briefly before giving a small instruction. ]
[ He is an exceedingly good student when he puts his mind to it and by now he has had a bit of practice. He takes the quiet responses of her body as encouragement, not to move too fast but to continue as he has been.
Until she takes off the top of the jumpsuit. She breaks the kiss and he sucks in a quick breath, his hand now sliding over the warm flesh of her shoulder, her side.
He smirks faintly and dips his head to her neck to kiss. He begins to move to his knees, kissing his way down her body, leaving traces of his lips down the line between her breasts, to her belly. Then hs is on his knees and undoing the zip holding her jumpsuit in place. He slides the fabric from her hips, letting it pool at her feet. ]
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when she opens the door, she's dressed as she normally is when at the club, though her hair is down and long. he gets a smile and wave into the foyer, motioning him inside. it's all just as impressive; she'd earned the house almost six months after she'd arrived and she's housed various submissives in it, but there's currently no one. it's quiet but immense and she's feeling a bit contemplative.
outside of the club, qi'ra is different. without the need to be imposing, she has a tendency to let her guard down a little unless she's feeling the need to be business-like. this isn't that. she's simply a twenty-four year old young woman in a place that has requirements, some of which she hasn't had to fulfill in over a year and a half. ]
I'm glad you came. [ she hesitates slightly, the first clue that she's different outside crimson. ] I have a favor to ask but you are, of course, free to say no. Your employment doesn't hinge on this request. It's-- [ her fingers go to the necklace she's wearing as she glances away briefly before turning a small smile on him. ] Personal.
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Still, he's quick to look at Qi'ra when she starts to speak. She's the most impressive thing in this house.
The corner of his mouth twitches like he wants to smile, but he keeps his expression neutral. There is curiosity in his eyes however and the seeming ever present desire to please. ]
Personal? I'm all ears.
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Sex, Rowan. I'd like to have sex.
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His brows draw together slightly in time with a faint smile. ]
That's... not a favor, Qi'ra.
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[ she lifts a single shoulder and, because they're still standing in the entranceway, she nods toward the rest of the house before walking that way. ]
It's why I invited you here. If you say yes, I don't want it to be business. I want it to be because you want to.
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Qi'ra... [ He shakes his head a little, unsure what to say exactly that's not too much or would make it business-like. ]
It's not business. And I'd want to. I want to.
[ And despite the easy confidence with which he says those words, still his cheeks hint at pink. ]
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Good. Are you embarrassed or still not sure how to ask for what you want?
[ direct seems to be the best way for her to ask what she wants to know. ]
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My nanites do a lot, but they haven't figured out how to stop me from blushing, apparently.
[ The smirk fades slightly as he looks at her again, the show of amusement only just clinging to his lips. ]
I think I know how to ask for what I want now.
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[ it's not a question but rather a statement. there are questions about his nanites, but the idea that he's gotten the hang of asking for what he wants is even more intriguing and she can't help the smile that teases her lips. ]
And what do you want, Mr Damisch?
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The first instant of the brush of lips is rather soft, really, but in the next second he's kissing her harder, firmly. Wanting. It's not about force but about making sure she knows he wants her. ]
You. In bed. I want to watch you ride me.
[ If she likes. He bites his tongue to stop from making it a sheepish request. ]
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then a slow smile appears. ]
Done.
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His hands tighten on her hips briefly before he eases back and looks around. He huffs out a dry laugh. ]
Where is there even a bedroom in this place?
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his question makes her laugh and she looks over her shoulder up the stairs behind her. ] There are four, and mine is upstairs, on the right.
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Alright. [ He says it with a little nod, that grin still present, and then moves to swoop Qi'ra up into his arms. He kisses her quickly so there is little in the way of argument as he starts up the stairs, moving rather quickly considering he's carrying someone bridal-style up them. ]
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the kiss is necessary to silence objections, but she gives in easily. cupping his face, the kiss turns sweet, before she releases him so he doesn't trip up her stairs. tt the top, she nods in the direction of the room, still watching his face as if she's unsure why she's allowing this.
she's not sure, but that's something else, entirely. ]
I can walk.
[ not a complaint, clearly. an observation, before she places a kiss just at his temple. ]
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Walking is overrated.
[ He counters in this way before nudging her bedroom door all the way open with his foot and entering. He doesn't take the time now to admire how extravagant the room surely is, judging from the house itself, and instead heads straight to the bed. He lays Qi'ra down upon it. ]
Besides, when is the last time that happened?
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she doesn't say it because now isn't the time. in her youth, shoving and scrabbling were the kinds of gestures that happened and, in her adult life, the touches were far less gentle. but this? this is new and she doesn't want to admit that in this moment. it feels vulnerable. ]
A very long time. [ she looks at him and gives a coy smile. ] It will be difficult for me to ride you if you're not in this bed with me.
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One hand travels down to her hip, then moves up her body, over her belly and ribs, settling at her breast which he caresses, thumb circling her nipple through the fabric of her clothes. ]
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she appreciates it.
it's easy for her to lean up, shrug her shoulders out of the top of the jumpsuit, and let it fall down her arms. leaving her breasts exposed to him, she breaks the kiss and gives him a look, sucking her bottom lip in briefly before giving a small instruction. ]
Help me undress.
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Until she takes off the top of the jumpsuit. She breaks the kiss and he sucks in a quick breath, his hand now sliding over the warm flesh of her shoulder, her side.
He smirks faintly and dips his head to her neck to kiss. He begins to move to his knees, kissing his way down her body, leaving traces of his lips down the line between her breasts, to her belly. Then hs is on his knees and undoing the zip holding her jumpsuit in place. He slides the fabric from her hips, letting it pool at her feet. ]