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</div>Alias: Asshole / Street Rat / Raven<br/>Power: Personal Gravity<br/>Age: 26<br/>Date/Time: Morning, 20<span style="font-size: 80%;vertical-align:super">th​</span>of June<br/>Mood Music: Free - UTAH<br/><div style="width: 54px;

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</div></div><br/><br/>Tagging: Cloe<a class="username" data-user-id="6169" data-username="Purplefairydust" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6169/">Purplefairydust</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Kenji had no idea of the thoughts that were going through Cloe's head. If he had, he might not have been as aroused as he was. But he didn't know, and he even took her claim that she didn't do sexy kitty as a challenge.<br/><br/><i>Every</i>woman did sexy kitty if you treated them just right.<br/><br/>"Oh, I like cats," he purred, raising his eyebrows at the mention that her tattoo was a Capricorn. "Huh, I'm Virgo," he said, remembering that his sign was most compatible with Taurus, Scorpio, Cancer…and<i>Capricorn</i>. How conveniently perfect! That explained how this brat on the street was able to continue to weave herself into his life so long that she was the first person he thought of when he won this vacation.<br/><br/>Cloe's taunt only served to make his resolve more rigid, brushing against her belly when she closed the gap. That brief tap and slide against his skin made him ache for more, and when she teased him again, then wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him into a passionate, but all-too-brief kiss, he was nearly undone. Kenji's vision tunneled and he could feel the tightening of his sacs in anticipation of her body.<br/><br/>"What?" He blinked as she turned away.<br/><br/>Oh yeah…soap. They were<i>showering</i>. God, she made him hard. Even turning away, baring her back to him, did nothing but make him want her more.<br/><br/>"No," he said, running his hands over hers shoulders and stepping closer to her, nestling his manhood in the space between her cheeks. "It has nothing to do with my body being a temple, though it is a pretty amazing thing – I just never found anything I wanted to have on me forever." He trailed his hands across the back of her neck and down her spine, then ran them along the edge of her back as he leaned forward and started to press a kiss—<br/><br/>The wind came between them. Again. He smirked, thinking that she was telling him to rub her more before he took liberties with that lovely neck of hers. He soaped her up again, then slid his hands down to her hips and kissed that sweet spot, right where the curve of her neck met her shoulders, leaning against her so that his shaft now rested in that taut, warm crease, throbbing with his need to be touched.<br/><br/><b>"Fuck!"</b>He stepped back, levitating off the ground slightly as glass shattered away from the shower and a waft of cold air rushed into the steam-filled sanctuary they had been standing in. "What the fuck, Cloe?" If she didn't want him to kiss her back she could have just said so! He had asked her not to break the glass and now they'd have that added to their bill as well.<br/><br/>"Damnit, you're going to cut yourself!" He dropped the soap and rinsed off his hands before turning the faucet all the way to cold before turning it off. It didn't help the woody standing at attention, but it helped to kill the mood.<br/>"Why do you want to kill your dad?" With her back turned, he used gravity to pull a towel to himself so he could dry off hurriedly before stepping out, his feet a few inches above the floor. He wasn't about to cut his feet on the glass just because he was hanging out with a Crazy Cat. As he wrapped the towel around his waist and grabbed his clothes, he couldn't understand how anyone could be comfortable standing naked in the bedroom, dripping like Cloe was. Did she have no idea what she looked like?<br/><br/>Sexy. Sexy and crazy, is what she looked like. He wanted to fuck her wet, semi-soapy body on that broken bed, but she was worried about his phone.<br/><br/>"Why? So you can use the wind to break it in half too?" As he reached the carpet his feet padded down, walking across it now that he had 'vacuumed' last night glass up with that gravitational force he had, finding a nifty little broken diamond stud that he would have to look at closer once he got home.<br/><br/>He dropped his clothes on the bed and swung a suitcase on it, before drying off completely now that parts of his body had settled down and was only pudgy instead of erect. "You know what your problem is? Everything is an emergency with you. All the drama. It's all or nothing, do or die, and that's not a good attitude to have if you want to get into the big leagues," he complained, crumpling up the towel and tossing it on the bed. It wasn't like they were coming back here again. Once they robbed the dinner guests blind, as she put it, he figured they'd be on the first plane back to Rome.<br/><br/>Or he could just catch a ride on the Kenji Air Express. He glanced at Cloe. Maybe he would take her with him, maybe not. It all depended on how the next twenty-four hours went.<br/><br/>As he opened his suitcase to find something appropriate to wear, he made sure to keep an eye on what she was doing. "If you want to use my phone, there's a cost associated," he told her, pulling on his body-hugging boxers and smirking at her. As he straightened up and reached for he socks he smirked, tapping his lips with one finger. "A kiss. A nice one," he grinned. "And then I'll dial the number for you and you can talk to whoever you want on the speaker phone."