"―hah―" She gives a giggly, breathless kind of gasp as she feels both her corset loosen and the trajectory of his lips changing places; smiling as she lets her posture loosen, lolling her head to one side to offer him the ample space that lead from her neck to the plush of her chest. "―how clever you are to think of that!"
In following his lead, Adeline finds his chest with her palms, sneaking them under his lapel to shrug his coat from his shoulders― following with curious fingertips in the knot of his tie before shifting herself to sit more fully flush against his lap, one soft thigh by either hip, arching up against him; she does so both in pleasure and to slip those same fingers into her hair, loosening the weave of rose-coloured ribbons to shake her sea of golden curls free from their bonds.
Oh, she's more than content to let him continue; audibly so, even the sound of her moan something filled with light and warmth and femininity― doffing her gloves, sneaking a particularly pesky reminder free from her finger, casting them aside with a flourish. Adeline slips a palm up his neck, curling manicured nails into his hair, the gentle press of sharpness only seeking to spur him forward. She'd undress him more quickly, but he'll certainly forgive her for a minor distraction, won't he?
[Urgency would be an understatement when it comes to the force of Mello's knock. After seeing and hearing what transpired on the network, he'd rushed over here as quickly as possible, other priorities be damned.]
I'm here for Linden.
[His voice is gruff; the blonde doesn't even know if anyone is close enough to the door to hear him, but it doesn't matter. He's wrapped in leather and his too-expensive coat, his mouth a grim line and a sharp sort of acuteness to his eyes that will show whoever answers that he's not here on a friendly social call.]
[Quite the opposite, actually.]
Open the fucking door.
[Not a request. If no one does? He'll just have to force his way in, won't he?]
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Date: 2019-09-29 11:30 pm (UTC)In following his lead, Adeline finds his chest with her palms, sneaking them under his lapel to shrug his coat from his shoulders― following with curious fingertips in the knot of his tie before shifting herself to sit more fully flush against his lap, one soft thigh by either hip, arching up against him; she does so both in pleasure and to slip those same fingers into her hair, loosening the weave of rose-coloured ribbons to shake her sea of golden curls free from their bonds.
Oh, she's more than content to let him continue; audibly so, even the sound of her moan something filled with light and warmth and femininity― doffing her gloves, sneaking a particularly pesky reminder free from her finger, casting them aside with a flourish. Adeline slips a palm up his neck, curling manicured nails into his hair, the gentle press of sharpness only seeking to spur him forward. She'd undress him more quickly, but he'll certainly forgive her for a minor distraction, won't he?
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From:[Backdated to Oct 14; L's house]
Date: 2019-10-29 03:56 am (UTC)I'm here for Linden.
[His voice is gruff; the blonde doesn't even know if anyone is close enough to the door to hear him, but it doesn't matter. He's wrapped in leather and his too-expensive coat, his mouth a grim line and a sharp sort of acuteness to his eyes that will show whoever answers that he's not here on a friendly social call.]
[Quite the opposite, actually.]
Open the fucking door.
[Not a request. If no one does? He'll just have to force his way in, won't he?]
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From:Modranicht gift
Date: 2019-12-27 06:08 pm (UTC)“Happy Holidays! We are not friends yet but I hope we can become friends in the coming year.” is what the attached note says]