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Its Raining from Limbo [Farcry x Risi]

Slowly he nodded at her selfless decision to remain as he rolled his eyes. The suspenders were a good choice. Again he went back to watching her silhouette doing it's rather pragmatic strip show and dress up and trying to avoid the other women in the shop. It wasn't out of any proper prudishness but he had his own issues. There was a chuckle though at her choice to mimic ponytails for a moment and he shook his head. The choice in the outfit was quite nice. He could feel his pants becoming tighter as he watched her go from one outfit to the next.

"Is this how you dressed on earth or on heaven? Do those places even have clothes like this?" He inquired quietly as she came out in one of her outfit changes. This one a long skirt part of a bodice dress top that had a dragon image running along the side of it, the skirt itself was slit on either side almost to her hips while she had chosen a pair of thick soled leather boots ending a little before the knee with several industrial buckles along the edge.

When she came out with the piles of clothes and boxes Erol scoffed a little chuckle, amused and curious if this angel/demon/earthling was just trying to make him spend his money before she tried to flee him. Either way it mattered only a little. There wasn't much of anywhere on this plane at least she could go to without him tracking her, finding her. So he walked up and leaned his body against hers, as he stood behind her. He wrapped one arm around her, holding her close. Despite the layers of clothes she could feel the heat from his body, his warm breath upon her neck and it was infectious. She may not be a succubus but there was something to the warmth, the hot cloying heat that came from Erol that was not normal or natural. It wasn't just an outward expression of the temperature of his body, it was a drive and desire that flowed from him into the small woman he held so near. Reaching into his pocket his free hand proffered a cylinder that he offered to the check out lady. He held the end that was away from her gingerly, only by the tips of his fingers and it was clear, so painfully clear that it was to not inflict upon them the same smoldering glow that was now surrounding and infiltrating Celeste.

To Erol he was just playing up the part of being the boyfriend buying some items for his girl and due to the teasing show he had received for such a prolonged time he hadn't realized that his power was activating on it's own. Not yet realizing what he was doing his words blew across her neck like a winter's breath contrasting with the engulfing heat, "I think you are enjoying this role."
 
"Earth, Heaven only had robes and undergarments," she had answered simply but how she loved the responses she received from him.

Especially as he pressed against her at the register, offering the woman a cylinder. She looked confused and not at all phased by the heat, because once her body had been stripped of its angel titles, it had changed to the opposite's standards. Ready for fire and brimstone. "What is that?" she asked, her brows furrowed together, ignoring his comment verbally, but giving a cute wink instead. His breath had been cold against her but she assumed it was just because of all her outfit changes had made her work up a bit of a sweat.

As the woman bagged her things she looked at him, head tilted, "You're different," she said bluntly, "How?" But then she shook her head, signalling she didn't want an answer, it wasn't the place even if he would tell her. The bags were handed to her, large and overwhelming. Taking two in each hand she looked at Erol, "Thank you," she added sweetly as she began to walk from the store.
 
She only took four bags!? Eroll rolled his eyes as he reached over and grabbed the handles for the rest. Yet her question about him different made him seize up and try to regain control of who he was. With a quiet, "Your welcome." He walked out of the store. In fact he couldn't answer her question, not yet but it made him very self-conscious that his ability had made itself known already and on her. This disgraced angel who was so mouthy but at least she was beginning to act nice. Who knows, perhaps in time she'll prove useful.

"So what do you want to do now? Some lunch, a movie, is there anything else you need to shop for?" He inquired casually. He wasn't concerned about the answer, in fact he was still unsure what to think of this creature. Her quip about being his girlfriend was sort of funny but did she mean it as far as going through with the act of playing as if they were lovers in front of people or what. Then it struck him, Celeste had been an angel and in Limbo for who knows how long which means she's not had sex in forever. Perhaps she really suggested the idea now that she has a typical physical body again so she could be physical. That would explain her clothing show she did for him. Though she didn't invite him into the changing room like most young couples do. That would be hot, but it was also probably wishful thinking as who knows what that Earth is like. Then he remembered his own affliction and blushed lightly.

Either way Celeste was something he'd never heard or read of. He could probably write a research thesis on her, about this Earth and about how she became a disgraced angel. He might get two publishable articles out of it. That would at least propel him academically. Though that wasn't enough for him.
 
"Food?" she asked, seeming to just remember the need to eat, "Yes please!" Striding beside him she attempted at giving off the appearance they were together if anyone inquired. "Can I change first though? People are looking at me funny..." she trailed off, hoping to catch some sympathy, but it just seemed like his mind was in a different place. With a sigh, she shook her head and turned into the next restaurant on street. It was dark and quiet when she walked in, had a large menu, and secluded seating. Celeste deemed it quaint and perfect as she walked up towards the counter, not checking if Erol was still behind her.

The man behind the counter laughed at the mass amount of her bags, "Successful day?" he asked and she nodded with a smile. Once she had ordered she looked for Erol, hoping he would too and not make her feel like she was just using him, completely anyways. Once Erol stepped up to the counter she took the bags from his hands and put them at a table. Looking through them she finally found what she was looking for and moved to the restrooms to change.

By the time that Erol was done paying and was sitting down Celeste was headed back towards the table in her new outfit. A corset wrapped her torso in a lilac color, with a small skirt only slightly hiding the black and lilac garters that were holding her tights in place. She strided over to him in her pumps that looked ankle-breaking. With a smile she looked to the cashier, her blonde hair swishing over her shoulder softly. With a giggle she sat down across from Evol, not saying a word.
 
Erol nodded distractedly to her question. He followed along quietly as she headed into the restaurant. Once inside he finally realized where he was and had been hoping for something a little different but the food here was good at least. He caught the joke between her and the worker. Rolling his eyes amusedly a grin came to his face. After all if they were playing boyfriend and girlfriend then he needed to play along as well.

Seeing her coming back his lips twitched into a tight smile. Though as she sat across from him he tilted his head a bit as he asked, "Do girlfriends sit across from their dates where you come from?" Then a more genuine smile. "Put your foot over here." He patted next to him. At her height she might be able to put her tall shoe there without having to scoot down in her seat. Once she did she found his hand upon her lower leg sliding back and forth leisurely over the tights she had chosen. His fingers curled in along her calf muscle and slid along it enjoying the feel of her muscles, her feminine legs.

Leaning slightly over the table he inquired, "So, Celeste, tell me a about yourself." His leaning in allowed his hand to slide up under her knee to lightly touch the bottom of her thigh before he leaned back in his seat. "I should know something about my girlfriend."
 
"Sometimes..." she told him trailing off, knowing it was mostly untrue as she placed her foot beside him for his touch. She shook her head at his forwardness, his willingness to touch her in public. her fingers twittled with the lace collar absently, wrapping her finger in on of the chains. "I suppose you should..." she thought for a moment, licking her lips slightly. "Well, I was a special case within the magical community of my city. Most magicians had to use the symbols and such that you do, but I don't. And I find it very troubling to have to commit those things to memory, they just don't stick," another soft pause, "I died in a magic accident and was brought up to Heaven, where Father Peter simply took my name as my pass inside. Then, I caused some trouble, and they sent me to Limbo. The End."

Her grin was wry, but her violet eyes twinkled playfully, "And what about you, my dearest Erol?" she grinned, "Will you please enlighten me to your story?" Her question came after the food had been set down, and she awaited his answer as she begun on her first cheeseburger in many many years.
 
Erol rolled his eyes at her before smiling and lightly flicking her leg playfully under the table, enjoying playing out this relationship. As his blue eyes gazed upon her he said quietly, "I will but listen, you expect me when someone asks about my new girlfriend that I'm just going to say, 'Oh, she's a magician from earth who died and went to heaven but now I summoned her from Limbo. Yeah, and she really likes to dress up." He leaned back in his seat as he stabbed at the fish and chips that he had ordered.

"Unless we are treating this like a real date and we'll just learn about each other over time." Either way all he knew yet worried about was that he wanted to possess her in that outfit she was wearing. It was enchanting and he wasn't sure if she had chosen it to dull his senses with lust so he wouldn't press her too much or if she just wanted to have some fun but how he hoped it was the latter.

"Anyways, my parents both hold important positions in their jobs so I grew up with nannies and private boarding schools. Eventually they divorced, which really changed life very little except that we no longer had our once a year family vacation. For a while I lived with my aunt and her family when things got weird. My favorite academic subjects are math and history. I used to play soccer through high school." Again his hand ran idly along her leg as he eat a piece of fish between strings of his personal history. "I got a scholarship to attend this university and am a junior in the honors program for archeology." The facts seem to be just that to him, it's only the soccer where his voice livened up for a moment. "I like reading and movies..." Then his eyes alighted upon her with a warmth not usually displayed it seemed. "...and I like this outfit." His fingers pinched and snapped her tights against her leg.
 
He was not only cute but funny, something Celeste had always looked for in a man. But there was no place for that, she was technically this man's capture. It was almost as if stolkhome syndrom was setting in. She did decide to give him a bit more background information on her though, "My parents didn't have the powers that I did-do actually. And I came from a family where we sometimes didn't have money to buy food and things," she pursed her lips slightly and glanced at him, "And I never mad it to college because I was taken from my home to be trained. Well, until I died that is. Oh, and I like this outfit as well," she spoke lightly of her death, there were no tears or sadness for the people she would never see again.

Picking at her fries she looked down, listening to his story. It seemed to be her dream life story, but his snap of her tight snapped her out of her jealous haze. She moved her leg back to the ground playfully yelling, "Hey!" She swatted at his hand and put her leg back up. "Be nice," she warned with a giggle. But then she asked the question she had a feeling he had been dreading, "So, now that you've told me why you're normal. Why are you wrapped up like that? Why are you different?"
 
Erol smiled at her. It seemed she was beginning to come out of her shell, though that she came from so little was a bit of a shock. Quietly he worried how his history might turn her off. Yet he grinned, pleased that snapping her tights seemed to have snapped her out of her concern for a moment and hearing her giggle was a wonderful reaction as he hoped he could make her do so again.

"Oh, this? I'm just a geek with body issues." He joked in a self-deprecating way. Then shoved a spoonful of food in his mouth to save himself from answering a bit longer. Finally he said, "Could we talk about this later? It's not something I normally discuss in public." Then he tried to change the subject some, "So what sort of magic can you do? Would you be able to teach me it?"

When her leg moved back next to him his hand fell back atop it. It felt right, it felt very nice to be touching her, if only through his soft leather gloves. The human contact which he was unsure if he felt entitled to it, having summoned her, claimed her with the necklace or if it was her opening up to him and the feel of her fine legs within the tights.
 
She tilted her head and moved to explain what she was asking, but then she realized it might be a secret. Celeste never really had secrets, she was full throttle all the time, nothing got held back, so she found it odd that he wouldn't talk about it even in the empty restaurant. She shrugged though, not pushing it as he continued to a different subject, her magic.

"Mostly mind reading, telekinesis, and some fire, water and ice things," she shrugged once again, this time modestly. The spells were in the back of her mind somewhere, but she wasn't exactly sure where... "I can try, but all my magic is audible or mental. It seems that you need written things, sacrifices?" she wasn't sure of his capabilities. "And I don't think I could teach you to do magic within yourself, I was born with it." Her nibbled on her lip gently, having finished her burger and waiting on him. The warmth of his touch made her feel content, but then she wondered if he was doing something to make her feel that way.
 
Erol's brow furrowed slightly as he considered her response. It was odd to say the least. "No, that's not true." Quickly he pushed his food away, having finished those parts he was interested in, but he was not a huge french fry eater. "Come on." He nodded his head towards the door."

He waited until she moved her leg before getting up from the table. It would be a decent walk all the way back to the university. He was disappointed that with his hands full of bags he could not put his arm around the comely angel/demon. Holding the door open for her he waited for her with a pleasant smile. Once outside though he loosened up some as he walked beside her. "I can do plenty of magic that doesn't require items or sacrifices but summoning is quite an ordeal as is binding. There are other magics that require written elements but I possess certain skills which don't require any components..." And now that they were walking down the street with no one just milling about he could admit, "...and that is why I wear these clothes, Celeste." His gaze turned towards the path in front of them.

"I am tied to fire, not just fire the element but warmth, passion, vigor, anything that relates to it. There is more but... yeah, it's why I try not to touch people unless I have complete self control and the clothing helps."
 
Her head cocked to him as he told her what she had wanted to know, watching as his head almost seemed to sink as he told her. Then, the weight of her name within his mouth made her lick her lips slowly, but she had to remind herself, yet again, it was not the place for it. A small laugh bubbled from her lips, "Thats," she paused for effect, "Hot." Grinning, she hoped it would lighten his spirits a bit. "But no, really thats kind of awesome. I can't really do anything impressive besides make you feel hungry or lusty. Something I can't even do with this," she pointed to her collar, "thing on." Celeste did long to do as she usually did when she went shopping for anything, carry the bags with her magic, but she knew that was not a possibility with the choker.

Their steps were in time momentarily as they began to near the closet for transport, she didn't question it. One of the few things she didn't. Once back within his lab she inquired, "So, where will I be sleeping?" she slipped off her shoes as she asked, rubbing her almost-virgin feet tenderly.
 
There was an honest chuckle at her statement regarding his powers. He had seen them too often as an annoyance and a curse. While they were certainly useful he'd also caused any number of people to hate him for intentionally and unintentionally using his powers on them. Women, hot women were the worst as they often felt entitled to being the object of lust and after his powers flipped the tables so that they threw themself at him the pure hatred and malice they hold against him was almost as fiery as anything he could do. Almost.

Erol gazed at her and said bluntly, "Celeste, I will do my best to not use my powers on you and I wasn't trying anything in the clothes shop, it just sort of happeed." He admitted with a slight blush.

Once back in the lab there was a cot, clearly not the bed of a well to-do college student but the sort of crash spot one would have when you spend as much time sleeping in your lab than you do in your room. "You can..." There was a pause because should he offer his room that was a bit across the campus but quite nice or this one inside the lab. Pale eyes gazed at her massaging her feet still in those tights. "You can pick, you can stay here or my room in the dorm. It's a co-ed dorm so no one will think about it and it's a much nicer place than here." As he spoke he moved closer to her. "But perhaps you'd consider other arrangements." Her outfit was intoxicating as were all the other ones she had chosen but the idea of having a woman or angel or demon like her that he summoned made him desire her so.

"Okay, that was corny." He admitted with a bemused grin. "But you look hot in that outfit. Real fucking hot."
 
Celeste pondered what she wanted to do as he approached, thinking nothing of it until he spoke. Looking at him she longed to get him from those clothes, perhaps the time had shown for that. "Thank you," she said softly, taking a step towards him and running a finger down the lapel of his jacket, then holding in between her thumb and forefinger. "Try your best not to use, I see..." she gave him a smile and took another step. This step was backwards though, tugging him gently with her towards the cot. She had no need for her usual powers of making him feel like he needed to have her, it seemed he had done that already. Once she had reached the edge of the bed she sat down and crossed her legs in a not very ladylike fashion. Her thighs were fully exposed and it didn't take much more than a sigh to see what lied above them. The garter straps seemed to attach within the skirt as it was clear she had no underwear on.

"Still think there's a possibility I'm an angel?" she asked as she licked her lips slowly, inviting him closer to her.
 
Erol followed her slowly, offering a little, very little resistance to her tugging. Then he offered with a grin, "Unless you want me to use it." He reached out in turn and placed both hands on her hips, enjoying how they swished from side to side. Clearly she exaggerating the movement to entice him and it worked. As she sat down his eyes followed along the wonderful sight of her legs to her lack of underwear, up to her hips, breasts then back to her eyes, those mysterious purple eyes. "No, clearly you aren't any angel type I've seen." Then his lips quirked. "Perhaps you are a devil."

Having seen what awaited him he tugged her hand to pull her back to be standing and tugged her until her body pressed against his. He slid his arms around her, one hand though slid down to that hardly there skirt as his fingers flexed over her ass, grabbing her firmly, pressing her against him. Finally his lips descended upon hers, kissing her roughly, with a powerful warmth.
 
With his tug she gave a gasp, only to have it squelched with his powerful lips. Her body tingled from the sensation, her magic sensors going off in every section of her body as he pressed into her. His hands grabbing at her rounded flesh strongly, his warmth that filled her from the outside and through clothing. A soft moan left her lips, "You are powerful," she said a-matter-of-factly and pressed her lips back to his. Her tongue swirled along his as their mouths melded together, as their bodies already had. Her fingers stumbled to remove some of the bulky clothing from him, longing to see what was beneath the mysterious exterior.
 
Erol tried to reign in his power but as she tugged at, slid his coat off his shoulders to reveal his gloves reach back to an inch or two before his elbow and his torso still clad in suede vest, again festooned with buckles both those that were decorative and those that were fasteners. The young man continued to hold her close, running his hands over her waist, hips and rear, enjoying the curves of her body. His mouth melded with hers, his tongue gliding against hers, entwining. Letting go of her he pealed one glove off and then the other as she went about removing his vest. Despite himself his flesh was warm, very warm to the touch and it wasn't just the temperature of his body against her, Erol had not lied that such fire could affect every other definition of the word fire, from passion within to the desire to a persons vigor. Yet he tried to hold it back, intellectually yet he truly wanted Celeste to desire him to crave his touch.

Moving his hand around he undid the buckle and sipper of his pants before pushing them down sharply and then shifted his legs until they dropped to his ankles. Once more he moved his hands over her body, grasping and feeling her legs and rear as he lifted her up so he could then lower her back down upon his engorged cock.

His body showed not only the strength and suppleness of youth but also his active lifestyle from when he played sports and clearly he had not allowed his body to go to waste.
 
The warmth inflamed her skin, flushing it red and pink in places as she grew closer to him. The buckles were infuriating though. She had left her body nearly fully exposed, couldn'tve he? She had no time to explore the heat of his body before he lifted her. Her hands clenched his shoulders as he lowered her onto his member. Eyes closed, she let out a soft moan and moved her head to his chest, panting. "Is this you, or what I feel?" she asked suddenly, sure that he wasn't playing any tricks on her, but still skeptical.

Though she knew he didn't need it, her back was soon pressed onto cool wall. It's difference in temperature made her yelp slightly, he was growing warmer as he moved within her. The first time she had felt his heat, in the store, it had been simple warmth for her. None the less, she wondered how regular humans would have reacted to the scorching heat that was against her, within her, and coursing through her veins now as she absorbed it.

She leaned forward to kiss him again, craving the lips and tongue of fire that played so well against her own. Later she wondered what it would be like if he ever let her use her powers with him, though she was in much more control than he was, it seemed. Her hands fluttered to his neck, ulling him desperately closer to her, desiring more.
 
His body was a constant cycle of his own passion and desire becoming an influence, an inferno of want and lust that threatened to consume the object of his lust. Celeste was that object, clad as she was, his hands hungrily lifting her legs so that they wrapped about him. He was thankful she had found purchase against the wall so he could use the leverage to rock his hips one way and then the other up into her, sliding the length of his shaft deep into her. More than once she would end up impaled deeply upon him, as he would pull her away from the wall or grasping her hips and thighs just slam her body down upon him as he groaned in pleasure.

Celeste may have taken issue with the amount of clothes he wore and what it took to remove them but he had no problem with her still being clad within her chosen outfit. In fact he enjoyed her festooned legs wrapped strongly about him, the skirt flirtily dancing over his abs as she was lifted and lowered upon him rhythmicly at times, other times with erratic passion and force. Nor did he mind the corset which exaggerated her hourglass figure or the feel of her breasts pressed up. Leaning down he covered her mouth in kisses as he traced the kisses to the tops of her luscious curves before making his way back up to her mouth.

His fingers kneaded at body, her tights, her well rounded rear, how enticing her body was. She was a bewitching and despite everything she was clearly wanting him as well. In fact it just occurred to Erol that the lack of underwear shows she might have been considering this as an option for a while. All that mattered was that she was with him now, enjoying her and how he was enjoying her. His ability continued to bleed over, not just in the physical heat from his body but as it increased the heat and passion within her.
 
She had always wondered if the men she had bedded were really attracted to her, or if she was accidentally using her powers on them. It seemed though, that she didn't have to on Erol, with her knowledge of her use or not, as it would of given her a terrible burning sensation around her neck. It wasn't much of her concern though now as he pounded her in to the wall. Each of his thrusts resulted in her pushing her head back to the wall and closing her eyes with a moan. It felt incredible, not only because it was the first sex she had in many years but because of the heat and passion that welled up from within him.

His muscles relaxing and retracting as he used them to pleasure himself and her was a sight for her, making her want a release all the more. Her cries of pleasure pressed against his lips, then into his neck as she layered him with wet kisses, the taste of his sweat on her tongue. Her fingernails raked over his back with a yell after a particularly hard thrust and she clung to him harder. She was close.
 
With a moan of need Erol's fingers began to deftly, frantically undo the bindings on her corset. The teasing, enhancing clothing was oh so pleasing but right now he needed her body against his. Roughly he tugged on the cords pulling her body one way and then the other all the while his hips pumped his hard shaft into her waiting womanhood.

His hips and legs strained as his thrusts came harder, sharper, his thick heat inside her own hot body. No longer just metaphorically hot but the temperature within them each increased as nerves seemed to come alive of their own. She wasn't what he had wanted to summon but she was what he wanted and right now, what he needed.

When he finally loosened up the corset he was not gentle in removing it from Celeste and once it was gone he tore her from the wall and turned to descend, holding her body close to his upon the bed. He was careful, powerful, gentle and forceful as he laid her on the bed so he could enjoy her body, his own sliding against it. No longer needing to guide her or undress her one arm holding himself up slid down along her breast to push it up in front of her, against his own chest while his other hand after running over her sexy legs, wrapped tight within her stockings went to her other breast, grabbing her, molesting her as the fevered pitch of his body melding with hers increased.
 
His body pressing down on her now naked one began to push her over the edge combined with the rigid thrusts and the heat that emitted from the two of them. It was intoxicating and undeniably sexy once he had yanked the corset from her body, his hand trailing along her thighs and legs. Her purple irises could no longer focus, the pleasure had blurred her senses easily now. And though she was nearly to orgasm, she already craved him more. Her lips found his again, mixing in a hot, tangled embrace of tongue and light bites. "Oh Hell," she said softly as her small body was wracked with shakes and moans.

Her nails dug into him once again, her head pushed back into the bed, eyes rolled back as well. Her tightness contracted around him, pressing in on him as her body gave little spasms of pleasure. His fire, passion, and magic abilities fueled her, drawing out the climax more that it usually would be. Draining her really. For a moment she wondered if he was a male succubus, but she passed that thought out of her mind quickly with the pleasure.
 
"Fuck..." The curse was drawn out as he felt her spasming around him, her legs rubbing against him as he kept pressing on her. Her climax, her never ending climax finally pushed him over the precipice as his body reacted with violent force to the culminating desires, wants, needs that wracked his body and mind. He kept kissing her between moans, groans, swears, her name and growls. In his delirious release his body bucked into hers, accidentally bonking her head once against the cross bar at the end of the cot. Too enthralled with her body and the pleasure it brought him Erol did not bother with a "sorry" but instead just grasped her about the waist and pulled her back down the cot to have his way with her a while longer as he made a groan, which was all he could manage for an apology at the moment.

Eventually his own explosive needs slowed, though her walls continuing to throb and pull against him meant that shivers continued well after they should of. A few more growls as he tried to exhale the excess pleasure from him he finally could open his eyes and look into hers. His gaze flicked to her head then back to her face as his lips twitched into a crooked smile. "Sorry about that. I was enjoying you too much..." He tugged at her body as he gave her reason, making her sway just slightly under him. "...to realize how close we were getting to the wall." His voice was heavy with lust and he finished his apology by trying to swallow so he might be able to converse a little more naturally.
 
Her body ached, her head throbbed, and she was fatigued. The day had warn on her easily, especially after he had taken her the way he did. Roughly with intent for more. Her hand went to the crown of her head, rubbing slightly as he apologized, "Ow... But its okay." A small smile gave way on her lips as her eyes struggled to stay open. "God, you took so much out of me," she added, but didn't make a motion to move from their current position. Her walls were still throbbing around him, fading out softly with the pleasured feeling.

Slowly she crawled from his body, attempting to retrieve her corset or something to cover herself with. Despite her clothing and action choice, she was somewhat modest as she pulled the comforter from the bed and wrapped herself within it. With a shrug she gave up the search and walked over to her bags, the blanket trailing behind her. After a few seconds she pulled out a plain t-shirt and bra. The shirt was just a white cotton tee, but the bra was an extravagant teal demi that pushed her breast upwards and helped to spill them over her shirt. After a minute composing herself she turned back to Erol, intending on falling quickly into the cot to sleep. Perhaps just for this night. Tomorrow night she planned on taking his dorm to see what trouble she could cause.
 
That she began to make her way away from him and shroud herself made him curious if she was upset with him or if he'd accidentally used his powers, though he had tried to make sure he didn't do anything other than enhance what they were doing. Roughly he ran his hands through his hair as he moved over to pull on his own clothes. "Yeah... umm..." He wasn't sure how to ask the question so he eventually just blurted it out, "Why did you chose to do that with me? I mean, are you seducing me so you think I'll treat you better, not that I think I'm treating you bad, or do you like me or is it something else?"

He made sure he didn't get in her way in case she wasn't that into him and instead was just hoping to get something out of him. Not that he'd blame her for doing so. Still he doubted that was entirely true or if it was his ego assured him that she in fact honestly enjoyed him now. Yet he got distracted by the bra, t-shirt combo with the skirt and tights. Her lower half was so much fancier than what she wore above the waist. "If your tired please lie down. I need to straighten up a few things but I'll try to be quiet."
 
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