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Post by maleperduis on Jun 19, 2016 16:37:55 GMT
Finn had kept Lucia in a sly, side-long glance throughout the transaction, so he caught her not-so-subtle reaction to the ticket. Perfect! She'd seen it and, by the looks of it, noticed that the number was the same as hers. When he was doing paying, he put the ticket and phone back in his pocket, satisfied with a job well done.
"Not any more," he reassured her in answer to her first question as he finished pretending to straighten the ears. Despite his generosity, he didn't have the look of somebody who was expecting gratitude. Mostly because her saying the words "sweet" and "treat" in such close proximity had gotten him thinking all over again about what a sweet little treat she was going to be. He took another deep draught of her scent, trying to imagine what it would be like with a nice dose of terror and betrayal folded in.
When she finally worked up the courage to ask about his tail (and the fact that it did seem to be taking her some courage certainly didn't diminish the adorable-prey vibe she had going on), he didn't answer immediately. Instead he gave her a less intense version of The Look- not soul-piercing this time, but it did give the impression that he was genuinely evaluating whether she was worthy of touching his tail. "Oh, I... don't see why not."
Finn didn't really know anything about the finer points of monstrous nutrition, but he liked to believe that part of the reason his tail-fur was quite so luxurient and glossy was his diet. It made sense that lovely ladies would give his fur an equally lovely sheen, didn't it? So it only seemed fair that Lucia be able to enjoy his tail before she helped him out with its maintainance. And, more importantly for Finn (who, after all, didn't care one little bit about what was fair), he found the idea amusing. He swished his tail in her direction, holding it there in front of her for her to touch. Later, he thought, smiling warmly at her, she could pay him back by letting him do some touching of his own. With his tongue.
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Post by Chammy on Jun 19, 2016 19:45:03 GMT
The prolonged silence after asking him about the tail (and the scrutinizing gaze on top of that) made Lucia even more unsure about having asked in the first place. She didn't really know what was or wasn't taboo in a situation like this. It was her first convention and etiquette in regards to costumes and the do's and don'ts was pretty much lost to the young redhead. And if he took such obvious pride in his tail's construction and the materials used, perhaps he wouldn't really want it to be handled.
And she was about to retract her words when he unexpectedly gave her permission. Lucia blinked a few times, fingers still hovering. Was it all right, then...?
Idiot, she chided herself. He just said it was. And it's not like it's his real tail or anything! Jeez...
With that, genuine eagerness won out over any flagging hesitations that were still lingering. The young woman reached toward the base of the tail and brushed a few fingers over the fur tentatively in a caress traveling south. She felt a small gasp escape her lips from the feel of it beneath her skin. It was so... soft and smooth to the touch!
"...Wow, it really does feel real," she breathed in wonderment. Soon, her other fingers joined the first few to stroke the rust-colored coat of it with more enthusiasm, petting over the strands as she smiled. "If you hadn't already explained, I definitely would have thought it was an actual fox's tail! Even the way it moves is so smooth!"
It really was stunning. And the fact that it moved just as life-like as it looked inspired even more awe from the redhead. Had things like animatronics advanced this much over the years? She couldn't even hear the tell-tale squeaks and whirs of machinery moving the tail around. How crazy was that?
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Post by maleperduis on Jun 23, 2016 19:13:49 GMT
It wasn't just the silky russet fur, or even the large smooth flicks that she'd seen the tail give before that made it seem spectacularly lifelike. It was the smaller movements, the little reactions to her touch, the motions that were barely even noticeable individually, but together made it feel like a real, living thing in her hand rather than just a limp costume part.
Finn was making no attempt to make it seem any less incredible, either. Lucia just didn't seem like the kind of girl who'd come to such an outlandish conclusion as that it was actually real and then have the self-confidence to stick with it. So instead he just enjoyed the petting, which wasn't something that he was used to. Normally if delicate female hands came into contact with his tail, they were desperately grasping for something to pull on, and would have to be pryed off.
He briefly got a dreamy look in his eyes as his thoughts drifted to what those same hands would feel like pushing out from inside, but he soon snapped back to focus.
"Why, thank you." He said, that familiar sly grin on his face, this time with the little tips of his fangs showing at its corners. "I'm very proud of it. And you should be proud too- not many bunnies get to pet a fox's tail. I suppose I really should eat you now." He added the last bit airily, then gazed skywards and made a playful show of giving it some consideration. "But, tell you what. Give me your number, and maybe I'll save you 'til later."
As pick-up lines went, it was bold, and more than a little bizarre, but Finn really wasn't worried. They already *had* a dinner date planned later, whether she knew it or not. Phone numbers were nice, but the only number that really mattered was the one pinned to her chest.
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Post by Chammy on Jun 24, 2016 16:17:52 GMT
It probably wasn't considered very normal to stand around petting and touching someone's faux fox tail accessory, but Lucia had been mesmerized by how close to life-like the costume piece was. She almost felt like she had walked into some kind of anime and touched a real fox boy's tail---but that was utterly ridiculous and her delusions weren't going to get the best of her. She knew the difference between fantasy and reality.
Putting forth some self-restraint, Lucia finally pulled her hands away from the silky fur, meeting his smile with a little one of her own. For some reason, Finn's following comment coupled with that teasing expression made her blush. He really liked this whole bunny comparison, didn't he?
Lucia hadn't expected him to ask for her number, though. She stared at him dumbly for a long moment, as if not entirely sure she had heard him correctly. Her number? Really? And it was an odd way of asking for it, but...
Truthfully, she didn't mind, but two could play at this game. Trying to keep her wits about her (and not entirely succeeding), she placed a hand on her hip, giving him a cool look. Unfortunately, her inner-flustered state still made itself known through the redness of her cheeks. "Just a maybe? That's not terribly convincing, Mr. Fox," she quipped. "How do I even know you're telling the truth? Bunnies have to be careful around foxes, after all."
She tilted her head, looking at him expectantly. The rabbit ears perched on her head flopped to the side with the movement. "Weeeeellll?" she pressed in what she hoped was a flirtatious tone. "Can you prove you aren't just trying to trick me?"
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Post by maleperduis on Jun 30, 2016 23:56:24 GMT
As before, Lucia's light flirtatious teasing filled Finn with a deep sense of vulpine duty: he had to pay her back, and then some. He was finding it increasingly mouth-wateringly adorable how tolerant she was being of both his forwardness and his weird fox-and-rabbit theme. So it was time to take those up a notch too. And, he predicted, to be rewarded with more of that cute blushing.
He started by taking a step towards her, placing himself very much in the cylinder of her personal space. And looking down at her, he flashed her the slyest grin he could muster, which of course was very sly indeed.
"If I wanted to eat you," He said, "I could do it right now." He looked her up and down. "I think I'd start with your toes, and work my way up to your ears. Or maybe I'd start with your ears, and work my way down to your toes. But either way, I'd gobble you up." He leaned a little closer as if to impart a secret, and in a softer voice added "And I wouldn't leave a trace."
He reached forward and gently placed his hand over the one on her hip. In a theatrically slow motion, his tongue snaked out and licked over his lips- in the bright lighting, she could see how slick with saliva it was. If he had let it linger for any time, he would no doubt have had a trickle of drool down his chin. But instead it danced around his lips as nimbly as a fox, then retreated back inside.
"So there's no need to worry about tricks, Miss Blushy Bunny. Because I've already caught you."
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Post by Chammy on Jul 4, 2016 15:53:01 GMT
It was definitely the weirdest type of flirting that Lucia had ever seen, much less been subjected to. And that was even in comparison to the most bizarre of anime, which she had seen loads of over the years. Grins like the one he was wearing weren't out of place, but the words that spilled from his mouth were so well-acted that they were unsettling to the young woman.
"Don't be s-silly," she stammered out through a face that had been engulfed in bright heat. "That's... that's no proper way to tease or treat a lady bunny."
The redhead couldn't muster up much in the way of flirtation or suggestion in her own tone any longer, though. Each word was jumbled hastily, like one clunky piano key following after another and missing the melody entirely. It was clear who had the experience here and she was certainly feeling her lack. The warmth of his hand, sudden upon her own where it poised on her side, all but burned through the silk cloth. And something in her danced uncomfortably when he licked his lips, jumping and fluttering inside like a flock of butterflies.
For just a moment, she felt like a real bunny, being assessed and cornered by a cunning, hungry fox. Lucia couldn't explain it. Maybe this whole atmosphere in this place was getting to her on a completely different level or maybe she just didn't understand the finer points of flirting. She rather wished she had a little rabbit hole of her own to dive into and hide her flushed cheeks.
Swallowing down, she ventured, "Well, rabbits are slippery things, Mr. Fox." And to make a point of it, she deftly slipped from grip, but more out of skittish shyness than any formidable comeback to his come-on.
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Post by maleperduis on Jul 4, 2016 18:52:05 GMT
If Finn had been asked, in that moment, what quality was making Lucia seem most delicious, he would have been hard-pressed to settle on a single one. But a prime contender would have been just how diligently she was sticking to the fox-and-rabbit theme, totally innocent of the fact that it was a very cruel joke at her expense. Or maybe it would have been that costume of hers, hiding so much that it almost begged to be torn off, revealing the surface beneath for him to draw thick glistening lines across with his tongue.
He looked down at her as she spoke like a roguish fox might look at an actual rabbit princess, all her finery and status as useless as her pleas for mercy. Oh, she was feeling it- he could smell it on her. That delicate, tantalising aroma of budding nervousness. Not just the self-conscious awkwardness of before, but that special kind of nervousness that prickles and quivers through you, that threatens to bloom into full-on terror. Not that he planned on moving things in that direction- yet- but it was a wonderful little preview to whet his appetite.
In that state, when she danced back, it actually took some small amount of self control to hold himself back from persuing. Not much, but enough that he felt it in his muscles. He glanced down at the space of floor between them, then back up at her, as if to say, You really think that makes any difference?
"Oh, I know." He said, answering her last comment. Absently, he reached up and stroked his middle finger against his throat in what appeared to be an innocuous scratching of an itch- until, without saying a word, he let one stroke descend all the way down his neck, past his chest and to his tummy, as if to suggest just where it was that rabbits were so adept at slipping. When he removed it, it left a crease in the fabric like an arrow.
"So how does a charming fox earn your trust, then, Lucia?" Normally Finn preferred not to cede the conversational initiative with a question like that, but he was enjoying putting her on the spot.
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Post by Chammy on Jul 4, 2016 19:30:48 GMT
Lucia was honestly surprised with herself for not having turned tail by now or at least politely excused herself from the situation. She knew the dangers that could come with conventions like this, particularly when it had to do with drugging, coercing, or worse. Regardless of the fact that she had never attended one, she heard plenty of stories. They weren't always safe places, especially for young women.
However, something about Finn's behavior, which should have pointed in that unsavory direction, didn't seem to her like he was trying to coax her into a back alley somewhere or anything similar. It almost felt more like a game between the two of them---and awfully strange one with rules that she neither knew nor understood fully, but a game, just the same. She was no stranger to the wrong signals, and those red warning lights weren't blaring right now.
But something also just didn't quite... fit. As harmless as this kind of interaction really was at face value, she couldn't help but feel that there was something shielded from her view, something more to it that she couldn't comprehend properly or accurately. His eyes appraised her with something that was foreign to the redhead and birthed a strange form of discomfort within her that she was unfamiliar with. Was it just nervousness? Was it something different... or something more?
She struggled not to resort to fidgeting once again, her eyes darting to his face and away from it in rapid succession. If this were a game, she was certainly destined to lose. And that thought stuck in her mind as she watched his hand touch his throat absently and then move slowly down, down, down---until it rested on his midsection briefly. Lucia felt the oddest, inexplicable prickle of a chill run down her spine with the gesture. She tried to brush the feeling off as nonchalantly as possible, coaxing a hint of a smile back to her face with his question about trust. The heat wasn't receding from her skin, but she wasn't ready to hand the game over to him just yet.
"He earns it by being careful and mindful of comfort levels in approach," she responded with the flourish of one sheer sleeve. Chin up, she chided herself inwardly. If bunny royalty couldn't handle one fox man, they wouldn't be suited for the throne in the first place. "He should be respectful," she continued in an airy tone, "treat me kindly and with care and of course, never, ever tell a foxy little lie."
On spontaneous, bold urge, she reached up with one delicate finger to tap his nose just once, sealing her final words.
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