Open Your Heart {Invite Only}

[Circe]

Oh what luck befell me. I found the most scrumptious little place. It was completely secluded and empty save for myself and the servers. I suppose one might call it a 'bar' but you would not hear that word befall my lips. The place was decorated with large and comfortable cushions scattered amongst low and small tables allowing two people to be quite close to each other. It was at such a place that I reclined on a wonderfully white cushion as a glass of blood red wine was delivered to me. The crystal glass pressed against my lips as i tasted the glorious bouquet of the drink. I had to admit though it could be better. I may not be misery but I love company all the same.

[touketsu]

Ren stepped into the bar, closing his eyes briefly and taking in the scents. The place was almost entirely empty, decorated in a tasteful and graceful style. Cushions of white and red served as seats, positioned so that two people could be either very close or very far from one another. The bright light of the outside sun was muted and watered down into something almost akin to darkness, giving a sense of privacy to the place. The staff was quiet and almost invisible. Very intimate, very quiet.

Touketsu Ren swept his onyx gaze around the room, examining those he could see. Just looking at someone seemed almost like a violation of privacy here, and yet he did look. There were only three or four patrons, nestled in sheltered alcoves, out of sight and out of mind. Most of them passed under his gaze easily, but there was one… Long, straight raven locks, eyes of a crimson persuasion, and a creamy complexion gracefully shaped her beauty. He held his gaze on a moment longer. He didn’t say much, only went and sat in the cushion across from her. He had always been bold, but he did it with a suave sort of action that made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. The first move was hers…

[Circe]

My gaze swept upwards to catch the dark haired male entering the room. I didn't look away, I never look away. Oh was he a looker. I smiled and tilted my head ever so slightly as I silently thanked Kami-sama that I had chosen a seating place that brought people closer together. Silently he slipped into the seat, what a bold thing, I so rarely dealt with one who had the nerve to approach me that is was almost a pleasent chance of pace. He wouldn't have control for long though, no they so rarely did.

As he sat I smiled once more. "You don't have a drink darling, you must try something from this town." I commented as I lazily gestured for one of the servers. From the look of his clothing he was not from this town, he was dressed in far too many layers for that. Then again this was not my home either but it was remniscent at least. "So, where have you come from my dear? I must say your clothing speaks of foreign if not less exotic ports." The words came smoothly as my eyes locked on his. It was so easy to keep eye contact without embarassment or feeling the need to look away, what can I say, I am a bold little thing.

[touketsu]

“I’m not much of a drinker, ma cherie.” Ren responded lightly, “But if you insist, how could I refuse?” He gestured over his shoulder, having a drink brought to him. He didn’t particularly care what; anything would do. He was never a drinker; only socially. He learned that you had to like everything to be a diplomat. He hummed lightly, his eyes fixated on the girl before him. The crimson eyes were captivating in an almost unnatural way that belied their beauty. He wondered just who she was, to be here, of all places.

“Does it?” He said, glancing down at his attire. “And here I changed for a lighter climate. I’m from far north, an island, called Yuki no Kuni.” He let the words roll lightly off his tongue, as though speaking was simply the thought of the action, no effort put into letting it sound as liquid and delicious as the drinks before them. “But what of you? You can see a bit of me through my clothing, but your attire tells me only that you are as tasteful as you are beautiful; nothing about where you come from.”

[Circe]

An elegant and beautiful laugh left my velvet lips, I simply couldn't help it. The French was magnificent, I could only wonder if the language matched the man. "My darling fate has brought us together here of all places. I was born in Yuki no Kuni though I admit I haven't seen the lands since I was but a few weeks old. I've made my home on Tsuki no Kuni as of late though," I explained it simply, though it was not so. I never wished to venture back to the freezing place I have heard others speak of.

My eyes freely roamed his body, not at all in the shy secretive glance of other women but in a look of sheer intrest. "You seem to be such a flatterer my darling, may I inquire of your name?" Even I would admit the man was a delightful treat for the eyes, and I was a tough judge so to speak. Once more I would sip from the elegant glass as I awaited his reply. I could say more but for I would take things slowly, it was always best to test the waters first. I always made sure to do so, mistakes could often be detrimental. He had a gorgeous face but the mention of my birth place was a worry to be completly honest. I had no wish for the connection to be made between myself and my former heritage.

[touketsu]

“Aha, so you’re a native of my land.” He said quietly, smiling at her. “What a delicious coincidence.” He flicked his gaze up and down her, noting with cool interest how her kimono spread open in the middle, plainly revealing that she didn’t bind her breasts like most women Ren had met. Interesting… He was curious to know just how different she was from the women he knew. After a delayed moment, he flicked his gaze back up to her.

“Well, worry not, ma cherie. There’s not much you missed in Yuki no Kuni.” He ran his index finger delicately around the rim of his glass, wiping up the condensation on it before bringing it to his lips. His tongue flicked out deftly to lick the gathered liquid lightly before returning to it’s hiding place inside his mouth. “It’s a beautiful place, but not the sort of thing you discuss with a beautiful woman while the sun shines and beckons. These islands are an infinitely fascinating place…”

[Circe]

The gaze to my chest did not go unnoticed. "I don't know about that my dear, I've obviously missed something in my time away," the words slid fluidly between us and the feeling behind them was pure honesty, something I rarely experience. I watched the motion of his tongue, what a tease. This could become interesting quickly if things progressed at this level. I could tease too however. I listened raptly as he continued with the flattery. I smiled in return, what could I say, I love being the center of attention.

Now though it was time for my own games. I leaned forth to brush a lock of hair away from that gorgeous face, exposing a better view of my chest if at all possible. "You still haven't given me your name, or do you prefer I continue calling you darling?" I asked, still arched over the table, my eyes meeting his gaze, our faces merely inches apart with a small smile placed delicatley upon my lips. Could such a name be a match for the face and seduction he was using upon me? Time would tell, it always did.

[touketsu]

“Mmm, you’ve missed nothing more than Yuki lost since you left, ma cherie.” He said quietly, a faint smirk on his face as he gazed at her. He shifted to a more comfortable position in his seat, watching the exchange progress lazily between them. It was speeding up in a delicious way, however. As she moved, brushing away some of her hair, his eyes were drawn slightly downward as she exposed more of her cleavage to him. He could practically see all of her breasts now, with just that final tease dangling before him. His tongue slipped out of his mouth to gently lick his upper lip for a moment.

“I’ve got a name a lot colder than I can be,” He said, his eyes glittering with an undeniable interest now as her face came closer to his. He leaned forward slightly too. “Ren. Touketsu Ren.” He flicked his gaze all across her face before returning to the bright eyes. “But darling is one of the many names I’d love for you to call me.” He set his drink down on the table lightly, so he didn’t have to think about holding it. His mind was focused on playing the game that presented itself… “And what should I call you, rather than just ‘ma cherie’?”

[Circe]

He was different, he liked what he saw, of course he did, he was only male after all. I watched as his tongue ran over his lips... tempting. But he was disciplined, he was enjoying himself but not enthralled as so many others are. My own drink had been placed besides his own only seconds ago, I watched his motions carefully, intently. "Hikari Cira," I left the words hanging in the air for a long moment, enjoying the silence before progressing the game.

I leaned in closer, my lips gently brushing his cheek as they drew near his ear. "But you can call me whatever you want." The whispered words would pass ever so softly, my lips scant centimeters from his ear. I noticed briefly that the room offered curtains and one of the servers had discreetly closed them during our banter I was really growing to enjoy this place. He had let me start the game, where it would go next however was up to him.

[touketsu]

“Hikari Cira.” I repeated softly, running my tongue over the world like a succulent morsel. A delicious name to fit a delicious woman. She was tempting, and she knew it. She was bold and confident, not at all like the other women I’d been with. She knew what she was after; she played the game as well as I did. I noticed at the corner of my perceptions that one of the servers was closing the curtain to the little room we were playing in; this place was rising in my list of favorite bars and restaurants.

I felt her lips against my cheek a moment later, and a gentle heat, roaring in it’s own right, awakened in the pit of my stomach and below, a heat rarely felt in the cool air of Yuki no Kuni. I let her whisper in my ear, words of liquid lust that found a welcome container in my mind. She sought for control of the game, now; I wasn’t going to give it up. My fingers crept further along the table, moving towards her. I let my lip touch gently where her jaw met her neck at the edge of her cheek as she spoke into my ear. “I don’t think you need a name more delicious than Cira, ma cherie…”

[Circe]

And he played right back. I leaned away and smiled my held tilting to the side once more as I glanced downwards, taking in his entire form. "I can think of a few things that would be more delicious." The sly comment passed like liquid fire as I reached down towards the glass of wine once more. I drew it to my lips, my eyes never once leaving his as I drank the sweet liquid that was known to draw out a different side in me. Fire lit in my eyes as I watched him.

Even without the activation of my eyes I could see ever detail as if it were magnified a hundred times. The pure attraction and lust never did cloud my gaze, only increased it. It was in my insticts to give in to his domination but I would do no such thing. If he wished to dominate me he could come and get what he wanted. Not to say I would allow him to but the man piqued my intrest, I wished to see what he would do. His responses intrigued my mind as much as my body.

[touketsu]

I grinned slightly as she glanced down my body, her gaze falling to my lap before it rose again. Nonetheless, I let her lean away and smirked, moving back myself, if only slightly. I took a sip from my drink as she brought hers to her lips, thinking about what else could be done with those perfect lips. She was watching me, I knew. It was a good thing I was drinking. I had a lustful sort of way of taking the liquid, with my tongue deftly channeling it. I put the glass down, my gaze raking her features again.

She was a delicious little piece, that was for sure. I wanted to get to know her better; get to know more of her better. I brought my eyes up to hers, and was surprised a little by the lustful fire burning in them. It seemed that the delicate game was getting more fiery, more dangerous, and fast. I leaned forward again, my arms resting on the table. “The service is excellent… They understand privacy very well here…” it was small talk, for sure, but I’m sure she would recognize the subtle implications hidden beneath it.

[Circe]

A hand reached up to stroke a piece of hair away from my cheek. "Yes... they do. I'm very glad I stumbled upon such a place." The reply left simply, still without any further motion towards him. Normally I would have exerted more effort to draw the male into my web but for now I was not seeking for a follower, a puppy who bent to my every command. No this man could never fall into that category he seemed to be, if I dare say it, a male version of myself. I would still win in the long run if I applied myself but for now it was not the winning or loosing that concerned me, it was the fun of the game.

My eyes remained locked upon his, the distance between us was utterly small but I made no move to bring us closer or distance us. "Then again I do not think the lack of privacy has ever mattered to me." A breathy laugh left my throat as I knew he would not be blind to the subtle undertext of my statement. I readjusted myself so I was sitting upon the table, careful not to knock over the glasses. The table was easily sturdy enough to support my small form. My hips were angled towards the wall but my torso was angled to face him a coy smile played across my lips as I waited for him to make some sort of move.

[touketsu]

“As am I…” I said quietly, shifting my drink so it was out of the way. I wouldn’t want it to fall over in case of any sudden… movements. She was up to something; I knew exactly what, actually. The same exact thing that I was plotting. I smirked again, watching as she brushed the hair out of her eyes. She was moving, next, positioning herself on the table. She was angling towards me with her chest and eyes.

I pushed myself up from the table lightly, eyes alighting on the drink she had pushed to the side of the table, carefully putting it out of the way of her poised form. “Mmm… You and I are one and the same in that, my darling..” I murmured, moving closer to her. I reached close to her, reaching across her, to shift her drink slightly, bringing it a little away from the edge of the table. “Careful now…” I murmured, no more than an inch or two away from her now. My body was practically aligned against hers… Just the slightest inches of air separating us.

[Circe]

Again I would laugh softly, my fingers rising to trail down his cheek as a smile played across my lips. This male claimed we were one of the same but I was one step ahead, what a foolish little creature. "Similarities are present perhaps but you know what they say..." I leaned closer my lips touching gently against the skin below his ear. "Opposites attract after all." I pulled away slightly my eyes glancing to the side, attempting to take in his reaction from my gesture. Our bodies were practically pressed together now and I certainly wasn't going to back down.

My hand rose up to brush a strand of hair away from my face but I kept my eyes steadily upon his own piercing gaze. I was toying with him, teasing him slightly and watching his reactions with the utmost curiosity. He intrigued me, I don't know what it was... perhaps the fact that he would be able to keep up with me for a few hours, not a whole day, I would surely break him by that time, they always broke. "What should I be careful of my dear? You don't intimidate me." I let the whispered words pass to his ear once more and waited for him to make another move. Like a game of strategy I would let the scene unfold.

[touketsu]

Hm. She had a spice in her, a quiet fire. I liked that. I liked the provocative way she leaned against the table, the way she rolled closer to me and not away from me as I leaned across her. The way she spoke with liquid words that dripped promises almost as clearly as the implied suggestions, the way she struggled against me, not directly, heavens now, but fought and played the game in a dance that was pushing closer and closer with each heartbeat. It was only a tingle, but she was the first to break the unspoken lack of physical contact with the slightest brush of her lips against me.

“It’s not that I expect you to be intimidated, my darling.” I leaned closer, whispering to her. She had a soft scent, soft like the rest of her body would feel under my able hands. “It’s more like… the fascination that playing with fire causes…” My lips drifted closer, the tip of my nose just brushing against her cheek as my words and mouth came closer to her ear. “How it delicious the warmth feels… the moment before it burns you.” My lips caressed her cheek for the slightest of moments. “Even the thrill of the pain… All of it warm and wanting.” I smirked slightly. She expected less of me than I offered to her. I was thrall to no man and certainly no woman.

[Circe]

The pure sensual friction made the room increase in warmth. Moments passed with bated breath as we both taunted and teased. Movements and words were like humid air, slow lazy and hot. He was something alright. His words brushed against my own ear complimented by his lips against my cheek. I must admit it was vaguely unimpressive, all he had done really was copy my own actions. He was one to balance on the blade of a knife, I was one to knock it over. I had to resist the urge to laugh softly, instead of laughing though I would press further and see if he were able to think for himself, or if he would be dominated. Then again perhaps I would get lucky and be surprised.

My hand reached outwards, dipping under the hem of his shirt and rising to press against his heart, allowing the beat to strum steadily against my uncalused palm. My eyes locked with his for a long moment before my lips moved to tease gently at his ear lobe. After just a moment I would whisper, "It is not I who should fear getting burnt." Such simply words left my mouth before my lips pressed against the taught skin of his neck. My lips continued to trace over his neck as I licked and nipped, for what was there to stop me? He certainly wouldn't do so.

[touketsu]

Hmm… So she was taking the game to another place. A sensual place, one dripping with liquid heat and dancing on the very edges of the fire. She spoke of burns, of fire, but that wasn’t what I’d been referring to. The fear she spoke of… It was nonexistent, burnt up by the embers of passion. I let her begin to work delicious magic along my neck. It took me a few moments of her delicate lips tenderizing my skin before I realized how easily this could be considered submission. I narrowed my eyes. I wouldn’t take to that kindly, not at all.

“Burns should be the least of your worries.” I murmured, feeling the smooth skin of her hand pressed against my chest. It was delicious, but not enough to throw my mind into a loop. I could handle her seduction and return it. I waited until she reached a lull in her assault on my neck to delicately pull angle her face towards mine, laying a soft, teasing kiss on her lips as my hands grasped her shoulders with the firm grip of a confident man. I kissed her slowly again, the kisses slowly drifting away from her mouth to dance along the line of her jaw, before I moved back up to claim her lips again.

I was no toy…

[Circe]

I had to resist the urge to laugh. This male actually thought he had something over me. It was useless. He could kiss certainly but not so well that it would distract me. "You don't worry me lover," I replied with a mischievous smirk. I let him kiss me until he came near my lips once more. I leaned away slightly and smiled, raising an eyebrow with a look of curiosity. He intrigued me perhaps but he had no power over me.

"Your lips are writing some large checks darling." I told him teasingly. I kept my lips conveniently out of kissing range, curious to see how he would reply to my comment. If he kissed me again it proved he had no intelligence which meant he was of course just another toy. Something to entertain me oh so temporarily before moving onto the next enticing treat.

[Circe]

A piece of paper, a scrawled address. These were the remnants the woman left behind as she seemingly melted into her surroundings and disappeared from sight.

{Exit