Diligently Lustful.

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[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]

[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.]

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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.]

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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...

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[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.]

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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.

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[Descole, who of course has already seen her scars, just begins kissing her chest and pulling on her hips.]

Don't hide, it's okay...

[contraltoflute]

D-don't... touch there. I don't... touching is... okay I suppose but not there.

[She jerks her hips up against Descole's, though she's still trying to turn her top half away from him.]

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[He goes up to kiss her neck obediently and moves his hands down to her pants, and undoes them, trying to pull them off eagerly.]

I hope this is okay then.

[contraltoflute]

[It's not okay, not in the slightest, but she can't get those words out right now. All that she can do is to push up into his touch, moaning quietly.]

I... please...

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[He gives a guttural pleasured moan and can't even figure out why he wants to do this. It doesn't even make any sense. It's killing him, the last thing he wants to do is hurt one of his only friends in the Dressing Room. But he can't stop. He wants it too bad.]

Oh, please forgive me...

[And he pulls her pants down the best he can, kissing, well more like sucking and biting at her neck again.]

[contraltoflute]

[She wants it too, and if she's totally honest that's kind of the worst thing about it. Because she knows that under normal circumstances, her double is probably the person she'd be most comfortable sleeping with, and yet she still wouldn't actually so much as seriously consider doing anything sexual with him at all. The fact that this place is taking away her choice in this, and making her actually want it as well, is what hurts more than anything.

Even so, though, she moves a hand down to palm her double's crotch through his pants.]

N-not your fault.

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[He moans at her touch and goes to kiss her lips with fervor, his tongue gliding over her lips begging for an entrance.

Descole grabs her hips again, over her underwater, fingering the bottom of the fabric.]

[contraltoflute]

[Descole shudders. She wants to turn her head away, but instead she finds herself opening her mouth and returning the kiss, moaning against her double's mouth.]

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[He moans again and pulls her towards him, and he moves his hand to his belt-line, undoing his pants.]

[contraltoflute]

D-double, I want...

[She trails off. She doesn't know what she really wants any more. The easiest thing to do, apparently, is to reach down and pull away her underwear, turning her head away from him at the same time.]