[ Aranea tries not to dwell on the fact that she's basically done a whore's work for him, going against her own "I don't whore" policy in favor of having a pretense to fuck him. She can spin it however way she wants, but she's come to grips with the fact that she'd wanted him... and, if she's honest, probably still does. As much as she argues with herself, she knows that she came to the Quay for a reason. She could have just ignored his texts like she would have any other time, and any excuse she gives falls flat in the face of this truth.
When he starts talking about his organs, Aranea stills, staring hard at his face. ]
You're really never gonna let that go, are you? [ She asks, voice flat and hard. Aranea opens her mouth to speak but stops herself, swallowing hard on the verbal barbs she's prepared for him. She can feel his breath against her lips and she tenses, the feeling awakening some ancient, sleeping monster within her abdomen that roars for her attention as it claws its way down between her thighs. Aranea wants to groan with frustration, wants to punch Prompto clear across the face, wants to kiss the breath straight out of his lungs-- and gods damn her, her eyelashes are fluttering as her eyes descend to his lips when he laughs.
Had Aranea known about his fixation with Cindy, the part of her that had dubbed him "mine" would likely be angry. The rest of her, by contrast, would likely praise whatever Astral happened to be listening at the time, glad to be free of his attentions in any capacity. She finds that she does just fine when it comes to not seeking him out, but when he does the seeking? She's destroying car windows and wanting to bruise his lips with her mouth. The entirety of their arrangement is terrible, and while she knows that she bears and equal amount of blame in it, she can't help but resent him for his... Promptoness.
Such Promptoness is on full display as he all but announces the fact that he's attempting to stare at her rear through the darkness of the Regalia, and Aranea can't help herself at this point. Her hand shoots out as he chokes out an apology, fingers curling around his neck as she shoves him back into the car, launching herself on top of him. There's nothing romantic or seductive about the maneuver (probably), but she brackets his waist with her thighs, pinning him with her weight as she suspends herself over him. ]
I should charge you for looking, [ She hisses through gritted teeth, the hand at his throat remaining in place. She doesn't apply any pressure behind the action, content to leave it as more of a warning than anything. ] I should also charge you interest for how long you're making me wait for the rest of my money, but y'know what? That one's probably my bad. Not like I've been up your ass to collect.
[ It's a paradigm shift to be certain, but Aranea finds that it sure as hell beats burning in silence. Having him underneath her has her feeling better already, but she isn't sure if that's a good thing or not. ]
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When he starts talking about his organs, Aranea stills, staring hard at his face. ]
You're really never gonna let that go, are you? [ She asks, voice flat and hard. Aranea opens her mouth to speak but stops herself, swallowing hard on the verbal barbs she's prepared for him. She can feel his breath against her lips and she tenses, the feeling awakening some ancient, sleeping monster within her abdomen that roars for her attention as it claws its way down between her thighs. Aranea wants to groan with frustration, wants to punch Prompto clear across the face, wants to kiss the breath straight out of his lungs-- and gods damn her, her eyelashes are fluttering as her eyes descend to his lips when he laughs.
Had Aranea known about his fixation with Cindy, the part of her that had dubbed him "mine" would likely be angry. The rest of her, by contrast, would likely praise whatever Astral happened to be listening at the time, glad to be free of his attentions in any capacity. She finds that she does just fine when it comes to not seeking him out, but when he does the seeking? She's destroying car windows and wanting to bruise his lips with her mouth. The entirety of their arrangement is terrible, and while she knows that she bears and equal amount of blame in it, she can't help but resent him for his... Promptoness.
Such Promptoness is on full display as he all but announces the fact that he's attempting to stare at her rear through the darkness of the Regalia, and Aranea can't help herself at this point. Her hand shoots out as he chokes out an apology, fingers curling around his neck as she shoves him back into the car, launching herself on top of him. There's nothing romantic or seductive about the maneuver (probably), but she brackets his waist with her thighs, pinning him with her weight as she suspends herself over him. ]
I should charge you for looking, [ She hisses through gritted teeth, the hand at his throat remaining in place. She doesn't apply any pressure behind the action, content to leave it as more of a warning than anything. ] I should also charge you interest for how long you're making me wait for the rest of my money, but y'know what? That one's probably my bad. Not like I've been up your ass to collect.
[ It's a paradigm shift to be certain, but Aranea finds that it sure as hell beats burning in silence. Having him underneath her has her feeling better already, but she isn't sure if that's a good thing or not. ]