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[fe_male]

Yeah, dancing. You like this one? C'mon, let's dance. [ Drinking, who's still drinking. He's all done, sliding past her and catching her wrist. ]

[not_that_shady]

[She follows with a small eep of surprise, leaning back long though to take one last long drink. Okay, now is fine. Now is great, even!]

[The dance floor is a color-soaked wasteland. Tony may or may not be able to dance... but Midna can. After a few moments of awkward shuffling the beat starts to take over, and those hips start to move...]

[fe_male]

[ Hey it was your suggestion. He doesn't move quickly at least, until she starts coming with him.

And hey excuse you Tony can totally dance how do you think he got so popular. Totally all his dancing skills. That doesn't mean he doesn't full appreciate her own skills though, staying close enough to her when the rhythm allows it to feel the heat coming off her skin. ]

[not_that_shady]

[...the heat coming off her skin, you say?]

[With the steps with the beat, the sweeps of her arms and the occasional spin, it's obvious her idea of dance goes beyond the simple club-shuffle; at one point she twirls into his arms to put him in a spin, long red hair curving around them both from the motion. Presently he'll notice that even after all that dancing her skin instead has a pleasing, vibrant chill about it, like she'd just slithered out of a swimming pool on a hot summer day.]

[fe_male]

[ Okay, the heat he would have expected to be coming off her skin, that's fine too. Same thing. Right?

He notices pretty quickly, if for no other reason than that he's expecting one thing and receiving something that's effectively the opposite, even as nice as it is right now. ] Are you cold? [ Pleasing though the cool aspect is, it isn't really all that helpful if she's uncomfortable at all. ]

[not_that_shady]

Hm? Oh, no. [She realizes what he means by that--the topic's come up before--and tosses her hair out of the way while still in his arms.] It's normal for me. My world is dim and cool compared to yours...

[She leans in, lips close to his.] So as far as I'm concerned, you're the one who's hot.

[fe_male]

[ Well, hey then. Consider his qualms salved. ] You don't really need to be concerned about that, I think. Most people consider it a good thing. [ If she's gonna be that close anyway, he might as well lean in and test the temperature differential properly. Lips are so sensitive and good for things like that. ]

[not_that_shady]

[Her chill is electrifying, and his heat is delightfully searing. Even past the thumping music he can hear her gasp against his lips, and she takes up the kiss with savoring slowness.]

[fe_male]

[ It really is, it's a lot to handle, on a sensate level of things, and with the dancing, and the music, the atmosphere - it's really easy to get lost in it very quickly. She goes slow, that's fine. He'll just slowly slide the tip of his tongue across her lip, both exploring and a question in itself. ]

[not_that_shady]

[Her eyes are half-lidded as those lips curl into a smile that gives him all the answer he needs.]

I think it's time we went somewhere a little quieter to talk, what d'you think?

[fe_male]

I - [ and oh man his eyes are dark and bright, looking at her ] - think that's a fantastic idea. I'd love to go talk somewhere a little quieter with you.

[not_that_shady]

Mmhmn. Hold still.

[Still clinging to him, she reaches up and snaps her fingers and--

[Ever wanted to know what a milkshake feels like being sucked through a straw? You do now, Tony. When things reorient themselves around him and he gets his bearings he'll notice his surroundings completely different than the club. Quiet, still dimly lit, but covered in jewel-tone tapestries and odd stone bric-a-brac that glow with odd diode-like lines etched into it. The blue girl is still in his arms and smiling secretively.]

I was going to ask "your place or mine" but I didn't know how to get to your place...

[fe_male]

[ He does need a moment, yeah, taking a step, hand absently coming up to check the presence and solidarity of the reactor, and glancing around to make sure did that really just okay, cool. Teleportation. Sure thing.

Bearings settled, he recomposes himself and glances around a bit. ]

Yours was closer anyway. Now where were we?

and I accidentally commentspam. Whups. Changing back.

[not_that_shady]

"Oh, right about here." With a smirk he gives Tony a single shove backwards onto the pile of cushions in the center of the room, then craw,s her way atop him to kiss him deeply, cool tongue slinking past his lips.

you what?

[fe_male]

Oh, excellent, you're a forward thinker. He loves those, even when it means he's falling backwards. That's happened often enough in situations like this that he winds up not falling too ungracefully. But really, it's the follow-through that makes it work, the pressure you add with the crawl and the slink, and he lets his hands come up around her, getting the feel of her even while she does the same to his mouth.

[not_that_shady]

Midna chuckles behind the kiss, and after a moment she sits up where she straddles his hips and slips out of that odd cloak with the glowing blue lining. Under that is a filmy black top that by all means shouldn't be clinging to her skin like that, but it is. Leaning down for another kiss, she slides her hands down his shirt and--

"...Hm? What's that?" She makes an inquisitive sound as her fingers find the edge of his arc reactor.

[fe_male]

Hey, score one for physics or garment-making or whatever it is that lets it cling like that. He's been taking the weird biology in stride - he isn't going to stop striding just because of a little improbability.

"Bling." Come on, that's not where you want your hands, right, he's got areas way more interesting than that. He lets his own hands skirt over her, thighs and ribs and the curve of her chest, and leans up to close the distance she started.

[not_that_shady]

"Mmmn..." Her question is shelved for the moment when he sits up to meet her and her lips take his again, this time punctuated with a small nip to his lower lip, she arches against his touch, hips rolling against his. As his fingers slide over the curve of her breasts, that shred of shadow-fabric clinging to her skin seems to loose itself almost completely at once, falling away as it's stroked off her shoulders.

She chuckles. Yes, that was her doing, somehow. She may have some strange biology, but the smoothness of her skin and the curve of her breasts, complete with deeper rose-grey points for nipples, are just as delightful as any woman's.

sorry, tag mountain

[fe_male]

Good, he was rather hoping she would be reasonably well distracted. People who start kissing him and then suddenly get more interested in the reactor when clothes-things start to happen tend to be people he finds that he isn't actually all that interested in sleeping near, much less with.

"Oh, wow. Hiding that, is just... not nice." He might just let his thumb follow the curve of one of them again, now that pesky fabric's gone. If she's paying attention, she can basically just watch his eyes grow darker as he takes her in.

I know, I saw the screenshot earlier. XD It's cool.

[not_that_shady]

She's not paying much attention, sadly. She's too busy enjoying his touch, her head rocks back for a moment, her hair drawing itself along his body in the motion.

The next moment she snakes chilled hands under his shirt, stroking the body she finds underneath. When she reaches his chest her ministrations pause when fingertips bump into the edge of the disk again... but then she smile, and draws a slow circle all the way around it playfully.

This shirt is going to have to go, Tony.

i've knocked out 90 of them so far i'm kind of proud of myself

[fe_male]

When he hands hit his stomach, he can't help the tensing of his abdominal muscles - it's a shiver, a reflex. Her hands are cold, and he's hot, even beyond the normal, in the heat of the moment and all. When she bumps the edge of it again, well, this time he's a little more distracted - the way her body just rocked back, pressure right on a part of him that's starting to beg for more attention.

That circle though, that's kind of okay. The nerves just around it are hilariously networked, some over-sensitive, some barely-sense-anything. That smile is beautiful, and he answers it with one of his own, sitting up enough to facilitate removing the article in the way.

I don't know how you do it... o,o

[not_that_shady]

"...oh!" One more pause to gaze at the blue glow of the disk set where his heart should be. It's a noise of quiet amazement and to tell the truth, delight. And not just because he's got a great body either...

Tony will notice as one of her knees draw up a little nigher and the panel skirt slides away, that her own leg is etched with liens of glowing blue. Like the glow of her cloak. Of course she knows better than to assume they're identical to his reactor, and that mystery can wait.

On to more... pressing issues.

She chuckles low and slinks her arms around him, pressing herself to him with a gasp and a shudder, cool skin meeting hot. The action also causes her to rock against him again, her breath growing fast.

Her skirt and understrap are secured with a single clasp over one hip. You know what to do.

tbh today is like, abnormal in productivity, tag wise

[fe_male]

Oh wow, yeah, that is a little new. He's going to spend all night letting his fingers tracing those lines in as much as he can. Fascinating. He's developing questions of his own - but the way she presses along him, the gasp isn't just on her side, and his torso flutters with the difference in heat and chill. The rocking totally helps things too.

He totally knows what to do, and he gets himself together again after the gasp and reaches over to undo it with deft fingers, used to fulfilling actions just like that one. Clasp undone, the fabric should start to slide off, but he returns his attention to her face, kissing her, licking at her lip to see if she'll let him explore her in return. ]

[not_that_shady]

She returns the kiss with a slow moan, tongue sliding past his lips. That's an answer to the affirmative... Lips still lost with his the woman moves just a little, lying on her side but still very much skin-to-skin.

The better to have him touch her with. And the better to touch him in return. Gentle fngernails run down his stomach and she starts to work on his pants... At least, assuming he isn't up to something that would scramble her senses. That's always a possibility to account for.

bedtiiiiiiime

[fe_male]

She's not the only one making noises here; he's not above a little groaning himself - that tongue, she's like sucking on a melting ice cube or something a little less drastic. Either way, it's amazing. The fingernails are also a very good thing in his opinion, and the answering hum as she drags them down alludes to that. Working on his pants is totally encouraged - the pressure alone from moving them is teasing, but he is still exploring her, now more free to do so, a hand sliding down over her hip to look for those glowing lines and just trace the curve of her, the other hand coming up to tease around a breast before rolling his thumb over the nipple to watch it peak. And his mouth, working back at hers all the while, letting her explore his own as much as she wants, but poking back every so often to check out hers as well. ]