Sliding his legs over the side of the bed, Dojima nodded at Naomi, before pulling himself up, started walking towards the bath, already undoing his shirt somewhat.
But, for now, it was time to strip down and wash up. He wasn't used to the western style of washing yet, but he'd try to scrub down outside of the tub as much as he could...
And... use Arthur's dagger to try and shave some of that 5'o clock shadow that was starting to become a beard. At least it's 'never miss' quality made it so he could avoid cutting himself.
Finally, he let himself just... sink. Into the water, a long, low sigh of relief leaving him. This was really nice... and definitely something he needed. He sort of lost track of time, and when he finally pulled himself out of the water, was already pretty pruney on his fingers.
Drying up, he glanced at his shirt... noting how dirty it was. His pants were still workable, but he didn't feel like putting his shirt back on. Folding it under his arm, he walked back to Naomi's bedroom.
In the eight hours that he'd been unconscious, Naomi had taken her time to better analyze the vials of poison she'd been delivered. It was during then that she got ideas about antidotes, jotting them down in her journal on the pages that wouldn't be sent to others, and then proceeded to brewing again. Unless their little poison connoisseur decided to really alter another batch, this would be about as close to a panacea she could brew at this time.
Quite a number of ingredients to gather, and the brewing time would be very extensive with portions needing to be added while the cauldrons simmered, boiled, or stirred.
She had it underway while Dojima bathed, but she wouldn't have another part to worry about for a good five hour. Her fae would warn her fifteen minutes before; and in the meantime, she emerged in her room again from the waters, missing Dojima's shirtless state (maybe) while she rose to her feet.
He might note that her gown was a little more... translucent while she brushed back her hair over her shoulders.
He'd just gotten in the door way, only to see her come through the water. Again, he was transfixed by her transformation. It was odd to him that though he'd found her merform unusual, it wasn't... repulsive to him. If anything, he found it rather pretty...
What was he thinking? He shook his head slightly with his eyes closed, opening them again to a fully human Naomi...
Dojima found his cheeks heating up in spite of himself, covering his face with a hand as realization fully hit him, glancing away for a moment.
...Actually, if he was honest, it wasn't just his face that was feeling heated. Her just... casually walking around, like that...
It was a flush of warmth he hadn't really felt in a long, long while. Thoughts lingered and mingled, idle fantasies he'd quickly shoved aside, only thought of late at night when he was half dreaming and waking. Had that whole stupid charm spell actually ...meant, something?
Lowering his hand, he dropped his shirt to the side, moving towards her bed... sitting down beside her. His hand- cut up and bruised still, reached out to gently touch hers.
"...Anything, I can do to return the kindness you've shown me?"
What did she want from him right now? He'd give it, if he could--
"... Haha, you think I'm doing this expecting repayment? No... besides, I'm not done."
With him sitting down and holding her hand, he's easy enough to seize and push back onto her bed, straddling herself over his lap. Had there been a split in her dress before? No, but she could manipulate her attire.
"We're focusing on here and now... and making sure everything pent up is released out."
A shift of her hips would emphasize her point and she tilted her head, staring at him. There were other ways, of course, but... this was more enjoyable. And it had been a while for her.
"Though, if you don't want to do this, just say the word..."
Annd suddenly he was on his back, with Naomi ontop of him, and m-moving--
Was that a moan? His hand went to cover his mouth again, blushing furiously...
She'd be able to tell no problem that he was receptive to her... advances, with how his pants were tenting some.
"...Doctor's orders?"
He pulled his hand away from his mouth, moving to rest his hands on her hips, fingers carefully sliding along that silky outfit of hers...staring up at her with obvious appreciation.
"I'd... like to, do this."
...When did his voice get so husky? That quickly, huh...?
Awe, what a moan... but she could imagine, it had been a while for her, but likely years for him. And she doubts he'd be interested in a sleeve.
"Doctor's orders, Detective."
His hands at her hips, and his consent, she brought a hand to her shoulder and slipped one strap down, repeating the same on the other shoulder. And unlike her usual attire, this one came away from her chest with no difficulty.
"And it's going to be every drop."
While he may be distracted by her breasts, her other hand didn't hesitate to move down to his pants, fingers slipping beneath enough to brush his bulge.
Nope, it was just his hands for the last few years; like he'd even know how to order one of those toys, or not feel embarrassed using one. Not that he hadn't thought about it, but...
There was a bit of a sheepish smile as her response, nodding his head. Alright, he'd not listened to the good doctor when he should have... he'd obey her orders for now.
He swallowed thickly as she used his own hands to gently pull down those dress straps-- it sliding gracefully down her body in a way that almost seemed... hypnotic.
Once she let go of his hands, he... carefully, gently cupped her breasts, feeling how soft they were, how they filled his palm completely, almost over flowing.
"...R-right, to the last--
His breath hitched as she touched his length, hidden in his loosened pants, already warm and thrumming with arousal.
"--drop..."
And to that end, he leaned up slightly... pressing his lips to her breast... then slightly down, to her nipple. Looking up at her questioningly, asking permission to continue.
She didn't answer once she caught her eye. Instead, she leaned into his hands and pushed her breasts against his face, smiling slyly. If it was going to help him get up and going, this was fine.
Having adjusted her position to smother him, of course, meant raising her hips a little - but a little was enough to push his loose pants down. Her nails skimmed over his pelvis and shortly enough, her fingers were able to wrap around his shaft and stroke it up, out of his pants' hemline.
His eyes went wide as she pressed herself more fully against him, flushing even redder. G-god, she really knew how to throw him off balance...
But like hell he was going to ignore this invitation, not when... his chest was pounding like this, arousal and something else coursing through him.
He pressed a kiss against her collarbone, and then the valley between her breasts, eyes hooding as he took in her scent. Like the tide, like walking through a forest at the same time... and something else, distinctly 'Naomi'.
Dojima could definitely see himself getting used to this scent...
His hands busied themselves with her front, fingers soothing over soft mounds, before his thumb trailed along one of her nipples, rubbing it carefully as his kisses continued.
So distracted, he could only moan again as her finger nails danced along his hips, a-and then...
"H-hahn..."
Pulled his length free, already beginning to become slick with precum, twitching beneath her fingers.
Looks like she succeeded in thoroughly engrossing him into their activities, and she hummed, feeling a pleasantly small shiver as he handled her breasts. Of course she knew they were an aspect most people liked and wanted to feel, but not enough got to tease them often.
Hand drawing up his entire length, she could already feel his precum dribbling into her palm, but that was good. Rubbing down and up, she slicked him down to lessen the friction between flesh and allow herself to rub him faster.
"I take requests sometimes... if you want to feel something different..." she whispered, chuckling under her breath. It had just been too long since she made someone squirm this way.
Well, her breast were very... very (amazing, beautiful, practically perfect--) nice, but they weren't all he liked about her. Far from it...
If it was just her physical appearance, this wouldn't be happening at all.
At each of her touches, she pulled sounds from him-- groans, sighs, hitched breath-- despite his attempts, he was unable to silence himself. And lord knows he was shivering from each stroke of her hand. In returned, he buried his face between her breasts, hands rubbing, massaging, gently rolling her nipples between his forefinger and thumb...
But her whisper made him shudder, thinking... about so many things they could do...
"I-I... wouldn't know where to start, there's a lotta choice, but..."
One hand let go of a breast, sliding down along her stomach... to rest just above her mound, staring up at her.
"'Return the favor'? Hm... do you really think you can?"
She said it in such way to challenge him. And if he wanted to return the favor, he'd have to get out of her breasts which he was busy fondling, and stop her hand from stroking his arousal faster. Her thumb rolled over his tip, gathering more precum to spread further.
The distance between their bodies was dropping as she shifted on his hips and brought herself closer to being properly on top of him.
She was as entrancing as a siren, but Dojima was sure he could please her...
Giving her breasts one last kiss, he shifted back from her (a little reluctantly), his free hand reaching over to gently halt her ministrations, a soft sound escaping him. Guiding her hand to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist, eyes closed in appreciation of her.
Letting go, again, he looked up at her from lidded eyes.
"... I'm better with my lips in other ways than talking," Bold of him, but this was something he was pretty confident in.
"You prefer sitting against pillows, or sitting on top for that?"
"Could, but you sounded rather eager if I remained on top..."
Or maybe that eagerness was more to actually help himself to her. She was pretty sure, in her world, this was what they called 'thirsty', but she only smirked at him before shifting her position.
Off his lap, she soon sat reverse, straddling over his face with her hands resting on his chest and stomach, knees supporting her weight.
"Enjoy yourself while I take care of this... swelling..."
The hand on his stomach slid down as she bent forward, and soon, she was holding his erection again.
He didn't get to finish before she started moving, but that flush at his cheeks actually had reached his ears now. G-geez, was she just trying to set him off balance?
But suddenly, her lower half was presented to him, making that heat rise even higher, his cock twitching hard at the sight before him--
His hands were moving before he even noticed, pushing aside the rest of her dress to hold onto her thighs, using his thumb to gently spread her folds--
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The sleep and talking helped a lot, but, well... now that he was rested, he could tell he... needed a good wash.
"Honestly, I probably should clean up some. I can do that back at my place-"
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Looking back towards the pool she'd risen from, that would be the way back to the apothecary and out...
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Right. Water... Come to think of it, how'd he get into here in the first place and not get soaked through?
"I don't want to impose..."
But if she was offering, he really should clean up.
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"I don't mind. Go through that archway and take a right. You honestly can't miss the bath..."
Since it was fairly large and circular. Not that she often used it to bathe given she swam frequently.
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"Thanks, Kimishima, I app--whoa."
That... was bigger than he expected.
"...You weren't kidding about not missing it."
Well, he could use a good soak...
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It would give him some privacy for now. Perhaps this would lower his stress enough.
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Was that... supportive sounding? He hoped so.
But, for now, it was time to strip down and wash up. He wasn't used to the western style of washing yet, but he'd try to scrub down outside of the tub as much as he could...
And... use Arthur's dagger to try and shave some of that 5'o clock shadow that was starting to become a beard. At least it's 'never miss' quality made it so he could avoid cutting himself.
Finally, he let himself just... sink. Into the water, a long, low sigh of relief leaving him. This was really nice... and definitely something he needed. He sort of lost track of time, and when he finally pulled himself out of the water, was already pretty pruney on his fingers.
Drying up, he glanced at his shirt... noting how dirty it was. His pants were still workable, but he didn't feel like putting his shirt back on. Folding it under his arm, he walked back to Naomi's bedroom.
"...Hopefully she won't mind."
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Quite a number of ingredients to gather, and the brewing time would be very extensive with portions needing to be added while the cauldrons simmered, boiled, or stirred.
She had it underway while Dojima bathed, but she wouldn't have another part to worry about for a good five hour. Her fae would warn her fifteen minutes before; and in the meantime, she emerged in her room again from the waters, missing Dojima's shirtless state (maybe) while she rose to her feet.
He might note that her gown was a little more... translucent while she brushed back her hair over her shoulders.
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He'd just gotten in the door way, only to see her come through the water. Again, he was transfixed by her transformation. It was odd to him that though he'd found her merform unusual, it wasn't... repulsive to him. If anything, he found it rather pretty...
What was he thinking? He shook his head slightly with his eyes closed, opening them again to a fully human Naomi...
... was her dress...?
"Sorry if I took too long in there."
This was...
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Her dress was, and if he looked closer as she approached a shelf, there wasn't anything beneath. Turning, she walked over to her bed and sat down.
Her eyes flitted towards his direction.
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Dojima found his cheeks heating up in spite of himself, covering his face with a hand as realization fully hit him, glancing away for a moment.
...Actually, if he was honest, it wasn't just his face that was feeling heated. Her just... casually walking around, like that...
It was a flush of warmth he hadn't really felt in a long, long while. Thoughts lingered and mingled, idle fantasies he'd quickly shoved aside, only thought of late at night when he was half dreaming and waking. Had that whole stupid charm spell actually ...meant, something?
Lowering his hand, he dropped his shirt to the side, moving towards her bed... sitting down beside her. His hand- cut up and bruised still, reached out to gently touch hers.
"...Anything, I can do to return the kindness you've shown me?"
What did she want from him right now? He'd give it, if he could--
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With him sitting down and holding her hand, he's easy enough to seize and push back onto her bed, straddling herself over his lap. Had there been a split in her dress before? No, but she could manipulate her attire.
"We're focusing on here and now... and making sure everything pent up is released out."
A shift of her hips would emphasize her point and she tilted her head, staring at him. There were other ways, of course, but... this was more enjoyable. And it had been a while for her.
"Though, if you don't want to do this, just say the word..."
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Annd suddenly he was on his back, with Naomi ontop of him, and m-moving--
Was that a moan? His hand went to cover his mouth again, blushing furiously...
She'd be able to tell no problem that he was receptive to her... advances, with how his pants were tenting some.
"...Doctor's orders?"
He pulled his hand away from his mouth, moving to rest his hands on her hips, fingers carefully sliding along that silky outfit of hers...staring up at her with obvious appreciation.
"I'd... like to, do this."
...When did his voice get so husky? That quickly, huh...?
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"Doctor's orders, Detective."
His hands at her hips, and his consent, she brought a hand to her shoulder and slipped one strap down, repeating the same on the other shoulder. And unlike her usual attire, this one came away from her chest with no difficulty.
"And it's going to be every drop."
While he may be distracted by her breasts, her other hand didn't hesitate to move down to his pants, fingers slipping beneath enough to brush his bulge.
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There was a bit of a sheepish smile as her response, nodding his head. Alright, he'd not listened to the good doctor when he should have... he'd obey her orders for now.
He swallowed thickly as she used his own hands to gently pull down those dress straps-- it sliding gracefully down her body in a way that almost seemed... hypnotic.
Once she let go of his hands, he... carefully, gently cupped her breasts, feeling how soft they were, how they filled his palm completely, almost over flowing.
"...R-right, to the last--
His breath hitched as she touched his length, hidden in his loosened pants, already warm and thrumming with arousal.
"--drop..."
And to that end, he leaned up slightly... pressing his lips to her breast... then slightly down, to her nipple. Looking up at her questioningly, asking permission to continue.
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Having adjusted her position to smother him, of course, meant raising her hips a little - but a little was enough to push his loose pants down. Her nails skimmed over his pelvis and shortly enough, her fingers were able to wrap around his shaft and stroke it up, out of his pants' hemline.
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His eyes went wide as she pressed herself more fully against him, flushing even redder. G-god, she really knew how to throw him off balance...
But like hell he was going to ignore this invitation, not when... his chest was pounding like this, arousal and something else coursing through him.
He pressed a kiss against her collarbone, and then the valley between her breasts, eyes hooding as he took in her scent. Like the tide, like walking through a forest at the same time... and something else, distinctly 'Naomi'.
Dojima could definitely see himself getting used to this scent...
His hands busied themselves with her front, fingers soothing over soft mounds, before his thumb trailed along one of her nipples, rubbing it carefully as his kisses continued.
So distracted, he could only moan again as her finger nails danced along his hips, a-and then...
"H-hahn..."
Pulled his length free, already beginning to become slick with precum, twitching beneath her fingers.
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Hand drawing up his entire length, she could already feel his precum dribbling into her palm, but that was good. Rubbing down and up, she slicked him down to lessen the friction between flesh and allow herself to rub him faster.
"I take requests sometimes... if you want to feel something different..." she whispered, chuckling under her breath. It had just been too long since she made someone squirm this way.
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If it was just her physical appearance, this wouldn't be happening at all.
At each of her touches, she pulled sounds from him-- groans, sighs, hitched breath-- despite his attempts, he was unable to silence himself. And lord knows he was shivering from each stroke of her hand. In returned, he buried his face between her breasts, hands rubbing, massaging, gently rolling her nipples between his forefinger and thumb...
But her whisper made him shudder, thinking... about so many things they could do...
"I-I... wouldn't know where to start, there's a lotta choice, but..."
One hand let go of a breast, sliding down along her stomach... to rest just above her mound, staring up at her.
"... I'd return the favour."
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She said it in such way to challenge him. And if he wanted to return the favor, he'd have to get out of her breasts which he was busy fondling, and stop her hand from stroking his arousal faster. Her thumb rolled over his tip, gathering more precum to spread further.
The distance between their bodies was dropping as she shifted on his hips and brought herself closer to being properly on top of him.
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She was as entrancing as a siren, but Dojima was sure he could please her...
Giving her breasts one last kiss, he shifted back from her (a little reluctantly), his free hand reaching over to gently halt her ministrations, a soft sound escaping him. Guiding her hand to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist, eyes closed in appreciation of her.
Letting go, again, he looked up at her from lidded eyes.
"... I'm better with my lips in other ways than talking," Bold of him, but this was something he was pretty confident in.
"You prefer sitting against pillows, or sitting on top for that?"
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Hand aloft after his kiss, she pressed a finger on his lips, amused.
"We'll see about that." And only those two options? Sitting up slowly on his lap, she shook her head.
"No... we're doing this at the same time."
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He paused as she pressed her finger against his lips, smiling back at her, kissing her finger as she moved.
Though... ah, that's what she wanted to do? It'd been a long while since he'd done something like that...
"...Sounds like a good time to me. Side by side?"
Less pressure that way than her on top or him on top, after all.
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Or maybe that eagerness was more to actually help himself to her. She was pretty sure, in her world, this was what they called 'thirsty', but she only smirked at him before shifting her position.
Off his lap, she soon sat reverse, straddling over his face with her hands resting on his chest and stomach, knees supporting her weight.
"Enjoy yourself while I take care of this... swelling..."
The hand on his stomach slid down as she bent forward, and soon, she was holding his erection again.
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He didn't get to finish before she started moving, but that flush at his cheeks actually had reached his ears now. G-geez, was she just trying to set him off balance?
But suddenly, her lower half was presented to him, making that heat rise even higher, his cock twitching hard at the sight before him--
His hands were moving before he even noticed, pushing aside the rest of her dress to hold onto her thighs, using his thumb to gently spread her folds--
Just how slick was she already?
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