[PRP] Important Business [Zar x Hollandaise]

[The Semblance of Unity]

"Oh no, I'm wounded. I have nothing you desire. That is fantastic. Hmph. Though the idea that you like me sad is upsetting, just a bit, maybe." She bit her lip and watched his face closely. "Why does your tail need lubrication? Wouldn't that allow things to slip free?" Oh all places to produce a lubricant, she had expected his mouth with it's long, long tongue. She wondered if it was as long in pinned form.

"Zar, are you blushing?" Her voice took on a mischievous lilt and she slid her hand over the length of his tail. Slime followed in the wake of her palm. Fascinating. It do not loosen, but it followed her as she scooted around to face him. She knelt in front of him, sort of straddling one of his legs. Her own knee rested in the hollow left my his cross-legged stance. Her yellow-gold eyes narrowed. Hollandaise placed one slimy hand on his chest for balance (wiping the slime on his with a giggle first) and used the other to try and pry his own hands away from his face.

"At least it is not poisonous." And then, just to see if it would fluster him, she removed her hand from his chest to trail it along his tail. Slowly, she licked another bit of slime off of her thumb.  

[Baneful]

Zar sighed heavily before resigning himself to explaining. "Because." he said. "It is often used in orifices. Orifices in beings. And not all orifices are lubricated enough naturally." She had asked, he told himself, she had brought it upon herself.

"And yes, I am- mmmm." he shivered bodily as she ran her hand across his tail, blushing even more vividly and tensing his muscles as once again he found himself wrestling his darker instincts. Some of the raw lust and hunger slipped through the cracks of the emotional link.

He let his hands be removed from his face and gave her a wide eyed, slitted stare. He made a despairing whining sound as she licked the slime from her thumb.

"Whyyyyyy." he asked forlornly. "Why are you doing this?"

 

[The Semblance of Unity]

"Orifices," she repeatedly slowly. Zar used his tail for that? Startled, she looked down at it. But Hollandaise enjoyed the slick feel of it, even if it was strange. The warder also liked the way Zar shivered involuntarily. She wondered what would happen if she kept moving her hands.

Something of his emotions slipped through to her and her pupils dilated. She blinked her eyes rapidly and her mouth popped open in confusion. Predator, prey, feast - it was Hollandaise's turn to shiver. Suddenly, she leaned forward and darted her tongue out to lick a spot along his jawline. Pulling back, she hummed for a second, as if thinking very hard.

"Tastes the same, but different." Hollandaise leaned in again, looping her arms around his neck, uncaring if she got bits of his own slime in his hair. Zar might feel the barest graze of her teeth near his throat, and then... nothing. The warder was out like a light.

It was an unfortunate side effect of the lotus drug.  

[Baneful]

Zar was completely derailed from his desire to reply to Holly as she was pulled along by some combination of emotions and the link, into his personal space and far beyond the bounds of what he felt safe with. It wasn't that he didn't want her there. It was that he did and being licked was just torture on top of further torture.

Her teeth were at his throat and all the hair on the back of his neck stood on end - not in a bad way - and then there was nothing but disappointment and denial.

He hissed, an inhale that was almost a snarl, the raised hair becoming hackles as he shifted into his natural form again, looming up over her, all bristling teeth, desire and hunger.

And then exhaled in a heavy sigh, using his tail to pull over a nest of pillows and rest her on it peacefully, making sure she was warm by putting his robe over her. And then he turned away to stalk in the direction of the bathroom.

He was going to go sit in the shower for a while. On cold.

 

[The Semblance of Unity]

Hollandaise awoke warm and more well-rested than she'd been in weeks. Sleepily, she made a small noise and nuzzled into the fur around her, reluctant to leave the warmth. Her arms tried to wrap around it, to pull herself closer, but the pillow was too large. It was like holding onto a bear or a dog or any number of furry, living creatures. It was perfect, an much better than her cold, too-narrow bed. Hollandaise blinked slowly, finally opening her eyes.

Living creatures.

Abruptly, she sat up, Zar's robe slithering off of her shoulders to pool on some pillows. Next to her, breathing slowly and evenly, was Zar. In his natural form, he resembled some sort of large snake-goat hybrid. Images, memories flashed through her mind and she blanched and then blushed hotly, the flush spreading out to the tips of her ears and down her chest. How could she have done all that, said all that? Especially the last bit. If the warder could sink into the floor, she would, no hesitation. Her eyes widened in worry and slowly, she tried to inch away from him. Hollandaise didn't think she could take it if he awoke now.

Standing, she padded on silent feet to the door, refusing to glance back at his sleeping form. If she were quick, if she were careful... Her hand turned the knob with a click before she realized she was still wearing the incubus' ruffled shirt. Hollandaise muttered quite a lot of non-complimentary things under her breath before turning around. Her eyes quickly scanned the room. Of course, there it was, across the room, next to his dresser. Her dress looked very innocuous there and she debated leaving it for a moment - but she had so few clothes. Biting her lip, she crept towards it. Her only mishap was a stumble halfway there; she almost toppled into his pool. Letting out a small cry of surprise, Hollandaise immediately froze, ears twitching, listening for movement.

Breathing out slowly, she snatched up her dress, pleased to note it was not still slimy. One long-fingered hand patted her hair: not slimy either. Slowly, Hollandaise turned around and ran for the door, feet slapping against the hard rock of Zar's dorm. For a scary second, her hands slipped on the doorknob, but then... She was out! She was free! Hollandaise ran the entire way back to her own dorm; her face did not stop burning for hours.