<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/d4fe2fd2cd6dcc3abc78944537361f69/tumblr_p746f97SlV1uaal11o1_540.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering <br/><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer dress + thigh high boots (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/71/d4/8d71d40224cce5ac03843638d6ce4c78--music-shakira-samsung-galaxy.jpg) + Mask (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/16/df/2e/16df2e8f1cc01e6e82c4ba34e06ccff0.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jaden Radford | Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Remy felt the slide and press of his hands as they traveled. He was certainly making free use of the liberties she'd goaded him toward but there was still a hesitancy in his motions that suggested he though she might get fed up and assault him at some point. If he had known who she was she might have decided it was a fair assessment given the way she was portrayed on her show. However, she was nearly 100% certain that her anonymity remained in tact and therefore this careful and deliberate seduction was the result of some inbred sense of propriety or manners. Which just simply wouldn't do for what she wanted.<br/><br/>Still, she let him make his advance, her lashes dropping as his lips closed in on hers. The moment of contact brought with it a surge of desire, as if this were some important step toward her own surrender to the party. He kissed her and it was gentle at first, as if he intended to continue his almost probing manner with one foot ready should he need to leap back to safety. <br/><br/>Hmph, screw safe. <br/><br/>She pulled at his tie now, her grip tightening and whether of his own volition or due to her signal, Slick's kiss grew. Hotter, harder, rougher, until it was certain he'd be wearing at least a little evidence of their tangle in the form of red lipstick smudged onto his own skin. Remy fed her own desire into the kiss until the need for air chased her back. She nipped sharply at his lower lip, pleased to have discovered Mr. Slick had more to him than 'manners'. <br/><br/>Her dark eyes opened to take in his appearance. There was something hot and clenching inside her that blossomed to life when she noted the red smear marring his skin. It flashed through her gaze as the distinct thought of leaving the evidence of her mouth's journey on other parts sprang forward. Oh, sure, it'd come off with a little attention to clean up, but that didn't matter for the moment. Not as she released his tie to brace her hands against his chest. He had so many clothes on, so much separating them, but then, that was kind of hot in its own way. She was definitely a skin on skin kinda girl but as her hands slid down the front of his suit, Remy decided it only added to the little game they were somehow playing. <br/><br/>"Guess it's only fair to be thorough. I should make sure you're not injured anywhere either," she whispered, her hands both moving further south to discover boldly if her were a lefty or a righty. </span>