Jun 03 05:51:09 106 PA.
From Chronicles
The current game time is: Fri Jun 03 05:51:09 106 PA.
Ema enters Leo's room just before the sun comes up, pulling a chair with her which she sets at the foot of the bed. She sits in it backwards as se watches the man sleep for a minute, her eyes dancing around the room as she re-familiarizes herself with her surroundings. When she's satisfied, she clears her throat loudly, eyes on the man, and her neural mace spinning in her hands casually.
Leonard has had many a late night recently, so is quite unconscious, typically well into the morning hours. The clearing of throats draws a rustling noise, not from him, but above the large wardrobe. A familiar set of solid ebon eyes watch the new houseguest a moment, and then the man begins to stir. Sitting up, Leonard rubs at his eyes, muttering aloud, "What the hells do you want at this hour, Ed..." His words trail off with a blink or two as Ema is noted. "Ema... Good morning?"
The mace twirls in her hands as she smiles, "Better for some than others, I'd think. Have a good night last night?" her head tilts a bit as she wathces you, a deceptively pleasant smile on her face. Her eyes break away briefly, taking in the bird as she offers it an apologetic half-shrug.
"What's wrong?" Leonard's probably speaking to her, but eyes the mace. "I had an enjoyable evening, all told." Now his gaze shifts to her along with a smile. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company in the bedroom? You /could/ know, your realize."
"And ruin the surprise?" she says, shaking her head, "No, I don't think thats the Ema style you've grown to appreciate." another brief glance up to Edgar, then back to the prone man, "I'm here, because I'm worried about you Leo, worried that I may have knocked something loose in that head of yours," she points with the mace, energy crackling around it before it goes dead again, "I don't approve of the chances you seem to be taking, lately."
Leonard's smile slides to a smirk. "What chances might those be? Other than a horrid headache, I don't think anything was permanently damaged." A brow arches overtop his curled lips. "Concern isn't exactly your style as I know it, either."
"It is my style when something I want is at risk of being taken away from me." she says, a little less pleasantness in her voice, "Now, I understand you're trying to rise from the ashes of your broken relationship, but playing with dangerous girls like this Flare character is unacceptable." she taps the mace on the footboard of you bed, a dull thunking filling the silence, "Why are you risking your life for such a cheap thrill?"
"Are you ...claiming me, Ema?" Leonard's other brow rises to join its counterpart. "I risked nothing more than a bit of discomfort. Temporary, at worst."
"Not claiming, you're free to do what you want, i'll not impede that." eyes narrow a bit, "I've no illusions that you could remain monogamous anymore than I would. But you underestimate the damage that weak willed stripper can cause to you and your place. The powers the posses are impressive, even if she's not in full control. I'll not have my favourite toy broken," a feral grin at you, "At least not by someone else."
Leonard chuckles. "Why, Ema, you've a heart of gold. I don't know what to say." There is witty bite, but it's more a playful nibble. "No harm was done, and I expect that, should she return here, the chance for destruction will be null. I am aware of her abilities, and her lack of control, so I already have a solution underway."
"Do you now?" her eyes narrow and she almost seems to sneer as she looks up at Edgar, "And this is all perfectly fine with you, I suppose? Just more experiences for you to collect?" she taps the dead mace against her leg as her head shakes at you, "Fine then, play the field, and do what you feel you have too. I just hope for your sake that when you tire of these lesser distractions, that I haven't found something else to amuse myself with." she stands, the chair making a brief dragging sound on the floor as she turns, "I'll let you get back to sleep, you're lookin a little rough around the edges."
It might be fortunate for Leonard that she turns. Otherwise, she would witness his mouth opening in surprise until his jaw might puncture the mattress. Once his mouth closes, he nearly growls, "Ema. Stop." He upright and out of the bed regardless of whether she heeds the directive. "What is going on? Now you're sounding exactly like Vixen."
Ema turns, eyes narrowed and her face contorted in anger, she sends a telekientic slap your way, nothing serious, mostly for effect, "Watch your tongue, Leo, and be careful when you make comparisons like that." she takes another few steps towards the bed, mace crackling to life as it thunks against the footboard, "You are not mine, Leo, and I'm fine with that, but am I so dull already that after one night you're ready to upgrade yet again? I give you a bit of confidence, and you take that elsewhere?" she stares at you as you lay prone on the bed, "Again, I make no claim, I'm just telling you how it is. I don't care if their others, but I will not be your fallback."
Leonard is shocked once again, but at least it isn't from the mace this time. The handless slap draws both his full attention, and his ire. Even as he recovers from the sting, he striding directly at her, weapons bedamned. "No, you're not her. /You/ actually listened to what I had to say, /you/ didn't walk away from me. You're not fallback, you're above them all. I'll never be bored of you. You might be the death of me, but never dull." His pointing finger is all but jabbing her chest with his words.
Ema's eyes look down at your finger, then move slowly back up your arm to your face as she stares into your eyes, "Then why not come to me, when you have an urge," her eyes dip to between your legs briefly, "Why not knock on my door? Why instead do you parade around a glittered up stripper past my door?" Eyes close as her thumb deactivates the mace again before she snaps it into its leg holster. Her hand comes up then to touch your face, "I don't care if i'm busy, or you have needs, I don't want that to be understated, but I will not be the last door you knock on at night."
His ire bleeds away as quickly as it surfaced (along with other things he doesn't notice), and Leonard sighs. "Can't a guy do a little hunting on his own? She does deserve to enjoy herself, and it also makes her easy prey." A tentative grin with the mild complant then grows decidedly mischievious as his hand reaches for her hip. "Besides, it /did/ bring you to /my/ bedroom, didn't it?" Planned? Hells no, but it doesn't mean he can't try and turn it to his advantage.
Ema's eyes dip to your hand as it touches her, snapping back up to meet yours quickly after, "Maybe I just exspect you to ask for permission before you head out for a night of prowling," her head tilts as she takes a step forward, pushing your backwards as she moves, "Make sure I'm not in need." she bites her lower lip, tongue moving inside her mouth as she takes another step, "You should care, I think, about wether i'm satiated. You do care, don't you, Leo?" She will wait a moment for you to start to respond before attempting to shove you back onto the bed, taking a step forward to loom over you.
Leonard is moved backwards, and then offers no resistance as he pushed to tip onto the bed. He's far from completely passive, however, with a word and abrupt gesture preceding his grinning comment. "Oh, very much so, but you're far too dressed to properly demonstrate, or sate." That is problem he appears intent on rectifying, as the hem of her skirt flutters and begins to rise of it's own accord.
Ema looks down and watches, curious to see where this confidence takes the mage. Her face changes, something appearing on it that is completely foreign, a look of innocence as she looks at you, a strangely virginal nervousness, eyes wide in surprise. She nails the look, and if one didn't know better, they would assume this is a shy girl taking her first steps into the realm of the adult. She says nothing as she stands their, waiting to see what you do.
Perhaps it is this apparent reversal of roles, a perceived shift in dominance, that prompts Leonard to have a change of heart. Her skirt wafts back down into position, as he crosses his ankles and tucks his hands behind his head. The tossed has now become the lounging. "If you don't to be upstaged by a dangerous stripper, prove yourself better. I already know you can threaten," a hand pulls from his headrest only long enough to motion to her, "so show me how well you strip."
Ema looks at you with a shocked expression, her cheeks even reddening a bit as she appears to blush. She stands their shyly for a minute more, hips starting to rock left to right, her body swaying before you, arms crossed over her chest, hands resting on her shoulders, elbows covering her breasts. Her skirt begins to move again on its own as the tiniest hint of a shy smile finds her lips, her belled earrings chiming to life almost playfully.
Feigned or not, the blush is new, and thoroughly enthralling for him. If the rapt interest in Leonard's face were not enough, there is the fact he's lying there in naught but shorts that don't leave his reaction to the imagination. This should be quite the show, and that's just the unwrapping. Yes, there will be some satiatation in the foreseeable future, perhaps excessively so. Might there be a point she might actually be /too/ sated? Now that would be a most intriguining question to answer...
And quite a show it is, Ema's mind powers taking hints and queues straight from the front of the young mage's mind. The night goes almost as Leo could ever want, Ema taking her time wearing him down, finishing finally in the manner she's becoming accustomed too, satiating herself with a small slice of a knife, draining the man as he pants helplessly beneath her, effectively incapacitated, just how she likes him.
