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I ain't gonna do it. [ she snaps at him, eyes narrowing at the blond. ] No fuckin' way. [ she's crossing her arms over her chest and she's well aware that everyone is staring at them. they have good reason too, Hiyori is a loud brash monkey and Shinji is a lewd upside down bastard.

But this?

No.

She is not agreeing to this. She doesn't care that he promised to take his tongue ring out -- or that he's being reasonable about this. No. She's even to the point where when he asks she'll smack him in the face repeatedly with her sandal. ]

STOP ASKIN'! [ she smacks him repeatedly, growling and glaring at him from narrowed amber. ]

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[ He grips her wrist tightly, feeling as if he could strangle her for all the effort he is putting into this (it's a lot in Shinji standards). ]

You'd do anything to take the fun out of this wouldn't you. Tch. It ain't like I'm trying to deflower you or nothin'. What I'm offering you is special, Hiyori.

You don't have to be nervous or scared. [ Wow. He can barely say that with a straight face. She's not scared, he just wants to rile her up. It might cause more violence, but he's hoping he can seduce her either way. Violence or no violence. ]

I ain't nervous. And I ain't scared.

[ a small lie, she's half nervous for some weird reason that she's not even sure of herself. Her shoulders tense and she forced her self to glare at him, her good arm trapped in his grip and she's trying hard not to sock him with her other hand. It wouldn't be as hard -- but he knows that, it's why he grabbed only one of them. She leans closer, glare becoming more intense. ]

I ain't doin' it though. [ her lips barely are an inch away from his and she can definitely feel his breath already. ]

[ She barely gets the chance to finish her sentence before Shinji is bringing their lips together while he still keeps a tight grip on he wrist. It's a safe kiss by his own standards. No tongue and no teeth colliding-- just lips. The way he kisses her though, makes it look as if his plan is to leave her lips raw. He's angry enough, but knows that unless Hiyori is completely comfortable it wouldn't be enjoyable for either of them.

When he finally let's go of her wrist, he moves the same hand to her shoulder. Shinji peels his lips reluctantly from Hiyori's and moves his other hand to her other shoulder. ]

Shit, Hiyori. You might try relaxin' some. I don't even have to touch you to be able to tell how tense you are. [ And he drops his hands. ]

[ she almost shudders when he kisses her bruisingly hard, then almost too soon he's withdrawing and talking down at her like she can't do shit. She hits him again, right in the gut before she jerks away and glares. ] I ain't tense! [ her posture straightens and she knows that she's gotta be less readable and seethrough but apparently he just knows what to needle at to get her to cave -- she almost regrets her next words as they pour out of her in pure anger. ] AND I'LL PROVE IT, BALDY. Fine. Lets do it. ONCE. [ she growls and huffs, arms crossing over her chest. ]

Fine. Prove it. [ Shinji grips both of Hiyor's arms at the shoulder and yanks her out of her sitting position. He leans closer, unwilling to let her budge out of his grip. ] I wanna feel it. [ And he's even closer now, breathing hot air into her ear. ] Show me how much ya want it, Hiyori.

[ He drops one of his hands around her waist and forces his head into the crook of her neck. Shinji drags his tongue and teeth across a small section of the baby soft skin on her neck. He sucks and kisses gently, finally letting her other arm go while he uses it to support himself as he presses further into her.

Shinji slips the hand around her waist under the thin cotton of her white shirt, running his hands over her the warm skin of her stomach and side. ]

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