forum Assassin one-on-one ((closed, please stalk))

Started September 02, 2018 by @ElderGod-Carrots

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Blaine grinned, chuckled, and turned to look up at Andion. “Payback?”

Andion smirked, sending her a wink, "Payback," He gestured for the stairs, "Ladies first."

Blaine winked back, then made her way up the stairs. Once she reached their room at the top, she turned and leaned against the wall.

“C’mon, then. Slowpoke,” she teased.

Andion rolled his eyes, deliberately spending more time climbing the stairs then he normally would, "You've wounded me my dear, how can I ever continue like this?"

Blaine scoffed, rolling her eyes right back at him. “How can I wound you when you’re too slow to even reach me?”

"Your words cut deeper then any knife ever could." Andion reached the top of the stairs, smiling down at her.

“Well, love, let me heal those wounds with a kiss,” Blaine murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to gently connect their lips.

Andion wrapped his own arms around her waist, smiling into the kiss as he happily returned it. He pulled back a few moments later, "Shouldn't we do this somewhere more private?"

Blaine hummed, nodding. “Yes, I suppose we should. C’mon, then,” she chuckled softly.

Andion took her hand, smirking softly as he led her towards their room. Once they were inside, he shut the door, pushing Blaine up against it.

A pleasurable tremor made its way down Blaine’s spine when she was pressed against the door. She looked up at Andion from under her eyelashes, biting her lip. Reaching out, she grasped his shirt in her hands to hold him close.

Andion attached his lips to Blaine's neck, slowly kissing and sucking at the soft skin. He pressed his hips into hers, making sure there was no room between them.

A puff of breath escaped from her lips. Blaine tilted her head back, allowing him more room. She wrapped a leg around his to keep him close, her breath quickening as he worked on her neck. He hit a certain spot just above her collarbone, and she let out a soft groan.

Andion smirked, "So that's the spot, hm?" He bit down, lightly sucking at the skin with the intent of making a mark. He new she'd have to cover it tomorrow but right now he didn't care.

“Oh, screw you,” Blaine breathed, her hips pressing into his further. The grip she had on his shirt tightened, and she tugged on it.

“That’s the plan sweetheart.” He chuckled. He pulled back onto to take his shirt off, attaching himself to her neck a moment later.

Blaine muttered under her breath, cut off by a groan when Andion’s lips pressed against her neck again. She slid her hands over his chest, pressing her fingers into his skin.

Andion let his hands drift to the bottom of her shirt, hands slipping underneath and resting on the skin on her hips. His kisses traveled lower, moving her shirt to kiss her collar bone.

Blaine hummed, her breathing heavy. Her hands drifted around to his back, and she pressed her fingers into him as she trailed them down his back.

Andion moved his hands, quick fingers making work of her shirt and discarding it on the floor. His hands pushed further into her hips.

Blaine shivered when the air hit her bare skin. She ran her hands down his chest, reaching the hem of his pants. Knowing she might dig a hole for herself by doing so, she ran a hand over the front of his pants, using the other one to slowly undo them.