ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
In the nanosecond between that spark and the combustion of the cigarette in her hand, Janis felt the folding of time. All the mortal world around them slowing down. The laughter of a girl in a teacup ride and her blonde hair like rippling silk in water. Then there was a pull and there they were, the same scream of frightful joy now dimmer from distance.
A steam wand hissed with the annoyance at their disruption. No more was the cigarette. No more was the excited, lusty pulse of the Midway and the colorful chaos Naamah favored. It just was all so disappointing. Her little isolation. Such smart, fearful little animals. Do not feed the animals.
Naamah would show this Djinn just who he was bossing around. One day. The succubus had a long memory and all the time in all the realms. In the meantime, as Kennet wrapped his long, lean hand about the slender column of her neck, Janis shivered with pleasure. She watched the magical heat radiate out under every blood vessel, every muscle, that made up the Djinn's human-suit. She pawed at his cloth that he was dressed in, resetting the lapels of his finally tailored vest.
"But variety is the spice of life, Djinn..." Janis purred once more, boldly caressing Kennet's ribcage, headless to the hand about her throat or did that spur her on? "Even having dark forest chocolate cake with dark cherries every night can get boring." She smoothed her hands around and down Kennet's vest-covered stomach. "How about you dress me?" She whispered before she gave a beguiling smile. Where she couldn't be a temptation, Naamah enjoyed to be an irratation.