OOC: Hey... if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to start something... :P
IC: Andrew grumbled, unable to fall asleep as Serra's singing continued to pull at his mind, luring him back towards the bathroom door. He opened it slowly, peering through the crack in the door.
< Mitsuki's House >
As hearing Disturbed's belly growls, she giggles softly. "I will make something special for you..." Mitsuki walk to the kitchen, wearing the apron and open the fridge, taking out some ingredients to cook a Japanese cuisine.
( Mistuki's House )
Disturbed blinked as he was left alone then chuckled "Well okay."
"Good," said William, as he leaned his upper body in, grinding his hips against Flynn's. "I would like to get closer." He fixed his ice blue eyes on Flynn's, locking him in a confrontational and seductive stare, boring his gaze into him. "So," he moved his face closer, keeping his eyes locked, and raised his hands onto Flynn's shoulders, pushing his body against him, "What shall we do next?"
OOC: Well I think it's safe to say it worked.
IC:
The dragoness obviously was too caught in her relaxing shower that she didn't even pay attention to even the slightest sound in spite of having enhaced hearing through her dragon ears. Serra turned many times, her silhouette was periodically shown through the curtain at many teasing poses as she was practically rubbing her whole body with her bare claws. She seemed to just be taking her time with the shower.
< Mitsuki's house >
After taking some time, Mitsuki manage to finish cooking the dishes. She place the food on the plate, decorates it a little and brings it to the dinner table at the living room. With a smile still locked on her face, she glared to Disturbed. "Okay Dis...the food's ready.."
( Mitsuki's House )
Disturbed's ears perked up then came to the dining room which he sat down at the dining table. Glancing at the meal he was in awe at the beautifally decorated plate with the japanese food neatly placed on it he looked up "This looks amazing Mitsuki! Its almost too good looking to eat.." he commented looking back down her grabbed up the chopsticks and started eating.
Flynn felt very, very warm. "Umm...I guess...uh...go to the suite?" He started panting softly.
"Mmmm, the suite? It's nice you've caught on." He grabbed Flynn's wrist and dragged him to the Suite (they'd encountered it on the tour), pushed Flynn onto the bed and locked the door with a click.
"This cape is getting heavy," he said, undoing his epilets and unbuttoning the long sheet. He undid the belt on his tunic, removed his cravat and cross and began to undo his golden buttons, looking lustily at Flynn with an unyealing passion. He tunic hung limp undone, and he undid and reachyed into a breast pocket, drawing out a wrapped jonny. "Better safe that sorry, ja?" He gave him a wink as he tossed the condom onto the bed, and threw off his blazer, revealing the white button shirt and the grey braces with the siver clips keeping his high wasted trousers well over his naval.
He looked at Flynn's fully dressed form. "Your turn."
Andrew crept into the bathroom slowly, listening to Serra, relaxing just as much. As he did though, a thought briefly entered his mind.
'The mythical siren was known for luring sailors to their death by way of their haunting, melodic voices.'
Andrew smiled slightly, slipping into the shower behind her. 'If she wanted me dead, she'd've already killed me...'