“Well this is cozy,” she rolls her eyes at his bedroom. Seriously, this is the only guy with a block messier than her old one back on Alternia. But it doesn’t matter too much, she’s only here for one thing. She wastes no time slipping off her shoes and jacket and leaving them carelessly behind to run both hands under his shirt. Her finger tips run upwards, feeling the way his pale skin contrasts to her rougher exterior and searching out every nook and cranny of muscle he may have. “So tell me about your usual human mating habits.”
His glance turns to the intrusion in his bedroom as he hears the drop of her jacket and shoes onto his already disheveled room, adding to the already apparent clutter on the floor. A smirk makes it’s way across his lips as he feels her fingers already begin to intrude on his personal space, his own hands wrapping around her as he slides a hand up the back of her shirt. ”It works for what I need, which is basically crashing and this,” he muses as he presses his nails lightly against her bare skin. ”Usual and me don’t normally mesh when it comes to ‘mating’ habits. I like to have a little more fun than that.”
She lets her own sharp nails drag against his skin as she removes her hands from from his shirt. Her arms snake around his neck, pulling him in a bit closer, “That’s what I like to hear.” She’s had enough talk and she’s pretty sure Dave has as well. In fact she’s plenty sure, she can feel it in his mind. So she presses her lips roughly against his in a demanding kiss.
Holding his lips back for just a moment before Vriska’s lips reached his, he gave her a solid glance. “If we’re kissing, we’re doing it on my terms.” With that, his lips pressed hard against Vriska’s, tongue already licking at her cerulean lips. Dave’s left hand pulled at Serket’s shirt, lifting it higher on her back as his nails continued to rake across her soft skin. Reaching into the back of his jeans with his other hand, he pulled out a thin length of leather with a metal plate in the middle, bringing his arm back around Vriska’s shoulder.
She practically snarls, clearly not used to being denied what she wants. She’s mid-eye roll when he delivers. Eagerly, she kisses him back and invites his tongue all too quickly. Dave’s scratching sends a small shudder running through her. Vaguely, she’s aware one of his hands has left her back, but it’s pushed to the back of her mind in favor of focusing on his lips, his tongue and the hand still touching her.