<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">After Everyone Left</span></strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nvQJUqt.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Department Store<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa,<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Reversing the interrogation<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Nothing at all. Again.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">He's in her capable hands, now</div><div class="spoiler_body">Did he really s- Oh, crap, he did! However, he'd never found the chance to tell Nerissa that her ring did not work the way she hoped it did... It reminded him he still came very close to hurting more than a few feelings over it too. "Ah, it's, uh... Complicated! I had planned to say something else, but the ring kind of willed me to say that instead... Your ring really surprised me, to be honest, in how frighteningly well it worked. (<em>'Even though technically it worked the wrong way...'</em>)" Albion spoke, trying to save a bit of face, though he hid his thoughts from the conversation. Sooner or later, he had to tell her the ring didn't quite work out the way she hoped... "I'm... Not sure you'd want to just be counted as one of my flings, hahah... I've got bigger ideas in mind..."<br/><br/>At the least, if he had such ideas, he should be more direct about them, even Nerissa seemed to try to drove him to be more forward about things. To him, one couldn't just rush the activity, but maybe he <em>was</em> going a little slow. "Not really, I was just... Coming to terms with how much of you I was touching now. Trying to memorize you, if that makes sense..." He hummed softly, as she removed the blazer. She also had a point in how suspicious it might look to others outside if they peeked under the curtain, even though it was fairly close to the ground. <br/><br/>Still, she had a very good idea to pull him over to the bench and- Oh gods, she was really going to do it... Here? "For some time...? This isn't because if what happened in the gym, is it?" He asked quietly, but he also wasn't going to complain about this. That familiar sense of her touch returned to hin, except now it was even more intimate now that his pants were not in the way of things. Speaking of... Reaching back with a foot while his hand was on the wall, he pushed his clothes back just a bit to try to choke out what little of the view there was into the changing room... A makeshift fix but one that might help...<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, but... I've had most of the hair ripped from my body and made extremely embarrassed to the workers there, I just... Wanted to hurry and g- Wait you want to <em>what</em>...!?" He nearly flinched from the blatant admittance. "I-I mean... I guess I did eat you out and all, but you don't <em>have</em> to go that far..." He blinked in surprise... Yet her words had already done their damage, planting the image in his mind and- Oops, there was the twitch in her hands. She could easily tell when her words excited the man...<br/><br/>The moment the liking started, his heart skipped a beat as he forced his eyes to stare down into hers. She showed absolutely no fear or apprehension, no awkwardness or concern... Her movements were slow, gentle to start, but grew more firm and curious. His mind was still overloaded, trying to realize that this vixen, the very same who shot the apple off his head, that have him such a hard time when they first met, who saved his ass that one fateful evening, that helped him leave his grouchy, cold period... She was now performing orally for him, and all he could do was pant softlt and quietly.<br/><br/>"Nerissa, you..." he mumbled quietly, before he shook his head. He could have just said she pleased him, but it was too simple, too crass. Instead he moved a hand from the wall to her head, four fingertips running through pink tresses while his thumb gently reached to brush her ear gently in encouragement. "Along the bottom, slow and practiced strokes... Especially near the base from the tip. I want to see and feel what you're capable of, Nerissa... "<br/></div></div>