Diligently Lustful.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Descole's been plagued with the sins and virtues. He's finally discovered the two he has are Lust and Diligence. One sin and one virtue. Together, they make a dangerous pair.]

[So basically, Descole's a whore.]

[Why such a whore, Jean?]



((OOC: Oh man, I've had too much coffee. I'm SOOOOO bored still...))

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[contraltoflute]

[She kicks out at him.]

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

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

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...

[contraltoflute]

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

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

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[contraltoflute]

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

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

I... please.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[contraltoflute]

[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.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[contraltoflute]

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.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

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

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

[contraltoflute]

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

F-fuck, I don't...

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

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

Hmm...

[contraltoflute]

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

This isn't...

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

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

What's wrong...?

[But he's still not stopping.]

[contraltoflute]

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

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

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Ohh, but your body begs to differ...

[He presses their bodies even closer and arches his back at hr nipping his neck.]

[contraltoflute]

That doesn't... mean that I want it.

[She reaches up to pull her jacket off anyway, pulling the boa and tie off with it as well.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I want it either...

[He undoes his own tie and throws it off. Undoing the buttons on his shirt, not wearing a jacket or muffler that day.]

[contraltoflute]

And yet here we are.

[She hesitates over the buttons of her shirt. Even the lust doesn't prevent her being bothered by her scars.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Luckily, being near his room, he pulls her up and walks her to his room, knowing she's hesitant about her scars. He pushes her onto the bed and begins undoing the buttons for her, kissing her neck with fervor.]

[contraltoflute]

[It helps with the scars, true, but not so much with the general fear at this.]

...I... double, I don't...

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[And he knows this, but he doesn't really care.]

Jean, it's okay...

[He pulls off his own shirt, revealing scars of his own and and goes back to kissing her neck, undoing her buttons.]

[contraltoflute]

It's not okay, I...

[She shudders, wanting to cross her arms over her chest but finding herself stroking her fingertips over his chest instead.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

You're alright, baby...

[Here, he doesn't even know what he's saying or doing, but his hands pull her shirt off her shoulders, and run down her chest, all the way to her sides, and move to the back of her bra.]

[contraltoflute]

[Descole whimpers, twisting herself slightly to try to keep her double from actually seeing her chest.]

F-fuck this place.