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Back where I'm from, I was personally mentored by one of the best surgeons in the Kingdom of Rondon, who was a baron no less. Eventually, I also ended up serving as a combat medic for a war that just recently ended. As a result, I can't say I've had a lot of time exploring much in the way of hobbies, but I'll be glad to explore that kind of thing with people here. It's certainly much calmer by comparison.
Difficult to say as we adjust to life in this resort, but right now I'm just interested in getting to know everyone else here and assuring we all have a pleasant time. I assure you, I'd like to see to it you have one.
I used to work as a butler, so I have experiencing in mixing some pretty decent cocktails.
As much as I would love make people here a drink, I'd also enjoy showing how good I am with my hands. And, well, everything else, for the record.
Not much for books honestly; they put me to sleep better than any sedative. But I do like jazz and swing music, mystery films, and I favor beef wellingtons.
I consider myself a flexible man, but I like someone with a quick wit.
Wine.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
Mimes, because at least they don't talk.
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Bath.
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Pirates, I guess.
.05 TITS OR ASS
Both.
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Coffee.
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy. Never really got used to sweets.
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Summer.
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Lace.
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Both.
ISFJ-T
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He really does like that strength about Marina.]
Hm, damn. You got me there. I guess I never had a choice at all.
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[her arms lift again, unable to keep to herself. He slips one around Daan's waist and the other to his chest. Long fingers petting across his chest, where his heart is. The other just loosely embraces him,]
You don't smell like a chimney, anymore. [still like smoke, but it's fresher now, tobacco instead of old soot and city grime]
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[Though Daan doesn't immediately realize it, he finds himself holding his breath for a moment as she just gently touches him. It's... affectionate, and he downright nearly doesn't know what to do with that. Sex is one thing; that's all that it is. This is a bit different.
But he doesn't shrink away. Instead, Daan settles his hand to her hip, rolling his thumb, but demanding nothing. Not that anyone could make demands of Marina Domek.]
A few hot showers and you'd never know what we had to deal with back there. Still looking for a decent cologne scent around here, though.
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Like a forest scent. (Why not?)]
I quite like cigarette smell on its own. We weren't allowed them at the Ministry... But the girls would still sneak some in.
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[A tsk escapes him.] Terrible habit for them to pick up. [The hypocrisy does not escape him, but he doesn't remark upon it either.] But that's a relief for me. I figure you would've complained by now if you hated it.
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Oh, that must be why I want another kiss. You're habit forming. [Makes complete sense, yep, yep. (Admit she just wants to? nah, nah.)]
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But the thoughts stay in his head, never passing through his lips.]
Careful. You might develop an addiction, young lady.
[Daan does invite her in with a stroke to her cheek. Like he said before, he couldn't deny her.]
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Just a little hit... [and then she'll kiss him fully, mouth curved into a scarcely contained smile]
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His palm rests lightly to cup her cheek, encouraging her as close as she'd like. Briefly, he parts if only to murmur to her.] Hm, maybe I'm developing a new habit, too.
[And without sparing another second, Daan returns to the kiss.]
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His smart mouth is, too, she puffs out a single breathe of laughter before he's back on her lips.
Eagerly, she reciprocates, the initial sensuality she attempted seeming to land, but... the patience she leveled upfront doesn't last. No, she really likes the feeling, all the sensations the kissing someone brings. Whether Daan appreciates her enthusiasm is up to him, Marina just can't help herself,]
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Faintly, in the back of his mind, he thinks -- it was rare that Elise would be affectionate with him. But he lived for those moments.Gently, he runs his tongue over Marina's lower lip, encouraging her.]
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Wh-whatever, it's Daan. What does she care about impressing him?
She kisses him deeper and longer, until she really needs to break back to catch her breath. Not going far, though, still nuzzling her nose to the man's. Light panting against his lips as she mutters]
... I keep... running out of breath too quick, doctor. [over eagerness will do that]
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Eventually, she needs air; that's what happens when you delve in so fiercely. Daan smiles crookedly, tucking some of her bangs away from her eyes.]
I'd recommend some patience. Can't dive in so fast until you know the waters. Just a friendly medical suggestion.
But anyone would be lucky to kiss you, Marina.
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Marina scolds him as a way to scold herself-]
Oh, hush. [-but it doesn't work, there's no bite to it. She shifts momentarily like it might be to separate from him, but it is only to move both her arms up around his neck and pull him into a tight hug. She curls around him to press as much of her body flush to his as she can, squeezing like he might float away from her if she loses her grip.
Silly, old man... he is the familiar waters.
Marina is the one to speak hushed, nuzzled in by his ear, burrowing towards fluffy hair. She has a secret to tell him,]
I'm lucky to know you, Daan.
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For a moment, Daan is completely quiet and unsure what he's supposed to do. She's close, like he can somehow give her comfort, and tells him that she's lucky to know him. That's absurd, he thinks at first, who the hell could be lucky to know him? He has nothing going for him--
But logically, maybe she means that it's lucky she encountered him in Prehevil. A doctor was objectively useful there. And now she also has someone who can understand what they'd been through, even if Olivia was probably a better choice for that.
Hesitantly, he places his arm around her, as if he's suddenly out of his element.]
You flatter me.
[He isn't sure how else he ought to respond to that. He doesn't think Marina is lying, or exaggerating. Perhaps, then, she simply does not know better? That's distinctly possible.]
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Tch..!!
[She bites him.
Right on the spot of neck beneath his ear- really goes for it, too. Though even Marina isn't feral enough to break skin, it's harsh! When she separates it's with a haughty hiss she says-]
Flattery... as if..! [-and then she kisses the bite mark she just left. Licks the flat of her tongue across it, too. She's not done with him, even if he pisses her right off.]
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But it really does seem like she's mad. The hell did he say wrong?]
Careful, young lady, some guys might be into that.
[like him, he is guys]
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That gasp was a much better response that the one prior... The mark she left on him is pretty, too. Nice and dark. Suits him.]
It's you, Daan. You are just that guy. [she bites him again, this time on his jawline,]
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Well, it's not like it's a subtle thing, is it? [Another soft gasp, then a hum at the bite against his jawline.
He wants it to bruise. To stay.
Daan places his hands onto her hips, squeezing.]
Hard as you want, Marina.
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It wouldn't actually be true, of course. He's plenty engaging and she is finding she likes the control. He squeezes her hips and it practically echoes down her thighs, making her squeeze them around his midsection in turn. Getting him all hot and bothered like this, it is deeply satisfying. Marina wonders just how worked up he can get...]
Such a gentlemen. [she whispers against his skin, biting down hard enough to leave a ring of teeth marks on his jawline. He smells good this close, his smoky breath and a bit of aftershave, maybe. Marina buries her face an inch lower, pressing the bridge of her nose and then lips along the soft underside of his chin, wanting to force his head back to further expose it for her.
Daan really does have the qualities she admires in men. More flattery coming to mind, she thinks, and it drives her bite him again. Right on the Adam's apples, the perfect spot to suck a long, dark mark down into his skin,]
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The suction on his skin following the teeth against his Adam's apple makes him groan, his hands slowly stroking down her thighs. If she's trying to get him riled up, it's absolutely working.]
Mm. You always do have a certain bite to you, don't you?
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He groans so well beneath her. Frustrating man. His hands trail down her thighs and the muscles beneath jump and tighten and loosen back up all in jolts. She scoots her butt further back, down to his belt. It's uncomfortable to sit on, but she won't place herself direct to his crotch. No, if he's getting stiff in his pants then she is intent to deny him further pressure by less than inches.]
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As it is, he knows exactly what she's doing. Sitting just barely away from his dick, making sure he's enjoying himself, but not excessively. So bossy.]
A cruel lady, are you? [Daan's voice is rough, thick with desire.]
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How riled up can she get him, anyways? His voice sounds so good about now, what more can she wring out of him? She whispers,]
What are you hoping I do next-? Do tell.
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[A sigh escapes him at how her tongue slides over the marked up skin, feeling more like she's playing with him than trying to soothe anything. He presses a hand just below her skirt, fingers touching, wanting to inch up, but wanting more for her to give him permission.]
Would love to have those soft hands on my cock again.
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