laytondressing | Diligently Lustful.

[Descole is basically a giant ball of grumpy right now. The fact that she's been hit with Lust as well and has just enough semblance of thought to resist it - with difficulty - isn't much helping the Wrath side of things, either. Huffing, she sits down a good distance from her double and clenches her hands into fists. The pain of her nails is distracting enough to help with the lust, though it doesn't much help with the anger.]

You seem more cheerful than I'd expect. Given... this place.

[He gives a shrug to her. He's been getting enough sex to keep his mood up, but it's still not enough. For some reason, wrath is not in arsenal of sins or virtues.]

Well...I'm in a good mood. [He smiles at her wider.] What's up with you?

This place is... ugh. I don't do... sex. Or wanting it, for that matter.

[She turns away, the flush on her cheeks pretty visible.]

You'd think the place would do less to piss off the people who actually like it, but I guess that wouldn't be entertaining enough.

[And when she says that, it gets him thinking. His smile fades and he wonders.]

Do you think there's actually an entity or...being in control of this place? I mean...one who's watching?

[In a thoughtful state, he stares downwards.]

...I think so, yeah. It seems to... react to things, sometimes.

Yeah...

[Then his scientific mind snaps away and his smile returns.]

So, anyway, why are you so upset?

[He sits closer to her with a sympathetic smile and ulterior motives.]

...like I said, I... don't do sex. This place apparently didn't get the memo and I don't...

[She shakes her head, running a hand through her hair. Even hitting her with wrath wasn't enough to stop her being utterly terrified on top of that.]

...I just hate this.

What? Are you feeling...like you want sex?

...yeah.

And I don't like it.

Well...

...I know an help you out. [Sly smile.]

[She kicks out at him.]

No, double. Just... ugh. No.

Aw, c'mon....

[He moves over to her and places a hand on her thigh.]

We're one in the same, and you're attractive...

No, I don't... I don't want...

[She moves into the touch automatically though, breath hitching.]

[Feeling her used to the touch, he moves his head closer to hers, kissing her cheek, right by her ear.]

You sure?

[He pecks another kiss a little lower.]

I'm sure! I don't...

[She shudders, arching into the touch but shaking her head at the same time.]

I... please.

[He pulls her close to him and goes to place a kiss on her lips, but pauses first.]

I don't believe you...

[And he kisses her lips.]

[Descole whines low in her throat, reaching up to grip her double's hair and tug. She's aiming to stop the kiss, but her grip is weak enough is that it's certainly not going to achieve that.]

[He moves his lips off hers and kisses down to her neck, leaning his body closer to hers, almost on top of her. His hands move down to her hips, pulling her close to him.]

Double, please...

[She digs her nails into the fabric of the sofa, pressing up against him but at the same time bringing her knees up and weakly trying to scrabble away.]

Oh but you're such a pretty lady...

[He moves one hand in her hair and the other still gripping her hip, lustfully.]

[Descole shudders, kicking out but then reaching to grip her double's hip in return.]

F-fuck, I don't...

[Descole breathes hard and pulls her under him, now lying on top of her, with similar small weight matching hers.]

Hmm...

[Shuddering, she starts to pull at Descole's clothes, shaking her head slightly at the same time.]

This isn't...

[He's kissing her neck again and pushing his hips farther into hers.]

What's wrong...?

[But he's still not stopping.]

I don't want... I don't want to want this--

[She presses up against him more, though, shuddering and biting at his neck.]

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