<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

Donovan King had a lot to say. Most of it hadn't even been said yet, but the world would know eventually. "Nah, it ain't here yet. It's on the way... but not yet," he argued from his own perspective. Still, he believed Nikki could potentially benefit from the mentality. If that weren't the case, he'd leave the advice there anyway. It sounded like she enjoyed the concept, if nothing else. It also sounded like she fancied the idea of making some clothes for his purposes. "Word? Hell yeah! I couldn't ask somebody like you for something specific, though. You got a picture to paint, I'll be the canvas. Sound good?" he asked. There was a bit more to be said, but at that point... Donnie was just still having a bit of fun. "Throw a dress on a nigga if you want. I mean, don't do that, but... you know."

Nikki went on to ask if Donnie was proud of himself, claiming he should be. She felt... something. Well, he knew what that meant in the literal sense, that uncontrollable throbbing becoming even stronger due to every minor movement between them. "Considering where I'm at right now? Yeah, pretty damn proud. Glad I hit up Fashion Week this time~" he answered. They were so very close, Donnie wondered what would come of it. He didn't have to wonder long. After claiming there was something she absolutely had to try, Nikki decided them staring right into each other's faces wasn't enough. The distance between them closed quickly. Once Donnie saw her moving in, he acted to meet her halfway ─ filling the time of bridging with a few words. "You got no idea, Mami~" he teased. With that, lip contact was officially established. Donnie's lips brought a loose, yet compact pucker against Nikki's, melting right against her mouth within moments.

[Apollymi]

Donnie didn't think he'd gotten his voice out. According to him that message was coming but it simply wasn't there yet. A grin came to Nikki's face, "I get that. I'll keep an ear open, yeah. Wouldn't want to miss something like that~" Nikki decided. She was making some interesting decisions surrounding this whole thing. Beyond that point apparently he wouldn't be giving Nikki any specifics to go with her offer to hook him up with some gear. "Woah, completely artistic freedom huh? I'll have to make sure I'll have to let the muse run free. I give options though~" she said honestly. He'd even gone overboard and claimed she could get him in a dress, but not really. "Bwahaha!~ Are you sure? I mean I get not a dress or anything, but I could just hook you up with a big leaf or summit..." she pointed out only half-joking.

Donnie was indeed proud of himself, apparently glad he'd made the excursion to Fashion Week this year. Nikki nodded along with him from her perch. "You showing up made my Fashion Week," Nikki claimed. "Perfect ending after everything else, mate... Cheers~" she claimed. Still, nothing could really get in the way of what was coming next. Soft lips were soon meeting Nikkis and she found herself relaxing into the contact. As she did, he did the same. As his lips and hers met for the first time ther ewas softness and warmth and that... made her want more. The meeting of their lips would become slightly more urgent as she found out what those lips did, mostly by eventually slipping her tongue into a cognac laced mouth. At the same time the arm over his shoulder slipped under his shirt, she touched his body and felt closer to him still.

[Bloodedge]

On the topic of clothes, Donnie fully acknowledged the fact that he was no expert. The audacity it would take to give a master instructions in the field was not present within him. If she gave options, she'd only encounter one specific problem every time. "I'll take 'em all," he clarified ahead of time. If there wasn't a singular, absolute victor, he had no reason to take only one Blue Lotus design. Nikki's partial joke about a leaf didn't sound like a bad idea to him either, in all actuality. "Bet! See if I don't rock that shit! I'll do a performance wit' it!" he challenged directly.

One thing Donnie couldn't challenge, was the idea of his appearance being a key point of Nikki's fashion week at all. It couldn't have been such a massive deal, he thought. She called it the perfect ending. Donnie gave that thought some heavy consideration, but he put off commenting. In the meantime, their conversation was replaced by the sound of smacking lips. Soon enough, there would likely be some breathy gasps added to the mix. Nikki ensured such a development as she decided lips alone weren't enough either. Her tongue traveling from one mouth to the next would find itself captured immediately as Donni's lips closed around it, locking it into the cognac chamber where it had little choice but to wrestle the drunken defender that was his own tongue. Things would be sounding quite moist from that moment forward ─ and likely feeling it from Nikki's end as well, as Donnie continued heating up while already forming a light film of perspiration. Ah... when those advancements were made, Donnie realized what he thought about that final claim. It could wait, though; it didn't need sharing just yet.

[Apollymi]

Once again, Donnie was proving himself to be a man who could be trusted. No arguments came from an offer to gear him up. When offered the ability to input he gave freedom and decided to trust in the young woman's expertise. When Nikki instead offered options, he explained that he'd simply end up taking everything instead of choosing a single design. He obviously enjoyed her work and wanted to possess the items that she made without interfering with her artistry. That was refreshing as a take from a potential partner. "Don't say that, You'll end up with a whole wardrobe. I go mental when inspiration strikes~" Nikki claimed with a cheeky grin. She supposed it didn't matter much, he was talking about wearing her gear for a whole shoot, album cover and evd casually. Perhaps he could use the whole thing? "Alright mate!~" she offered earnestly.

Still by the time the speech stopped a different kind of agreement was being reached. Nikki was normally not quite as aggressive as she was being with him. She'd not been so interested in the pursuit of a man in quite a while. Now that she was so close, she was diving into him completely. Lips graced lips and then her tongue sought the flavor of cognac and Nikki found the soft muscle of her mouth wrestling with his. She was trapped within the space, and she'd have to fight her way out. Only... she had no intention of fighting. No she was too busy rubbing against him touching his flesh, that arm around the back of his neck slipped inside his shirt she touched his flesh enjoying the feeling of him beneath her skin. Over time, among the noises and the calm, it became far too easy for her to shift. A short dress meant there was nothing to stop her legs from spreading. She'd easily position herself in his lap, a leg on either side of his. She straddled him giving both of them more access to their bodies. She remained in a heated embrace all the while that driver was making the last of a few turns necessary to reach the building which housed Ronnie's flat.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie was advised against saying such things, lest Nikki's wild inspiration land him an entire wardrobe of Blue Lotus gear. Donnie stopped and stared. Was that a threat? There was only one way for him to respond. "Damn, you right Mami. Bein' dipped in the flyest drip from the finest shorty 24/7? Nah, I can't go for that," he said sarcastically, a long eye roll accompanying the clause. What sort of madness was she spewing?

Soon enough, there was nothing else to be said. Once their lips touched, everything changed. A tongue invaded Donnie's mouth, became captured, and let itself be kept hostage. Nikki's tongue rubbed along his, and his along hers. That, too, wasn't enough. Nikki apparently had to do even more than an intense makeout with contact beneath Donnie's clothes; she also had to optimize her position for something undoubtedly sexual. A short dress had her legs spread around his lap, and enabled Donnie the freedom of grabbing her thighs as his tongue visited her mouth in retaliation of her earlier invasiveness. In the middle of that movement, however, Donnie had to make known his previous thought. "It ain't over yet," he stated with a sharp exhale. And with that, Nikki's mouth became the new meeting place.

[Apollymi]

Nikki advised Donnie against his open acceptance, mostly because her own muse ran wild and she ended up looking a bit obsessive when given the random permission to move forward with her ideas. In this case, she was encourage, by Donnie in that sarcastic way he seemed to enjoy picking apart her arguments. It was the sort of thing that made her smile, and also made her wonder, when she started expecting people to not want the things she had to offer? If she gave it a bit more thought, even just in passing anyone would normally pay to be dressed in something she decided they looked good in... perhaps it was time to evolve her expectations as well?

No matter what, she was evolving steadily. She hadn't known when she moved exactly but she was soon very aware of straddling Donnie. She wasn't at all sure why she'd chosen that, but it was quite aggressive for her to do. And what was more, rushed breaths and close touches had her moving like a horny neenager in his lap. She was rubbing against his erection with the softness of her behind to one side, all the while their lips were locked for the duration. As he retaliated she relaxed. Nikki's mind became less about resistance and holding back and more about indulging. She'd not realized how calm she'd find a moment like this until she had him speaking instead of their mouths occupying each other. Her own breath was sharp as well, "Right," she quickly said as his tongue invaded her mouth this time. She relished in that new meeting... and wrapped both arms around his shoulders. She settled into her position seeming to find it far too comfortable, while she ever so gently gyrated in his lap. It was as if she was as if she'd regressed, or perhaps it was just the excitement of the new budding sexual tension being allowed an outlet? Regardless by the time the car came to a proper stop, she was fully wrapped around Donnie, as if she fully intended to drape him in her own flesh instead of her clothing line.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie had anything but disinterest in being shrouded in BlueLotus merchandise. The only thing better than one of her outfits off the shelf or a special order, was one of her outfits made for its wearer specifically. Well... there was one thing better. Donnie could never have imagined the idea of being covered in Nikki herself instead of her clothing line, but their precarious positioning in the back of that vehicle said he was merely two steps away from the ultimate tier.

A transition left room for only four words from Donnie, granting time to catch his breath just slightly. Nikki also had a moment, granting only a single word of reply before they were right back to business. It wasn't enough. Apparently, nothing was enough. Kissing and groping was the new minimum standard as she began grinding in his lap ─ something Donnie could only reciprocate from below. He'd already become hard as steel; it was basically a requirement to move at this point. Just the same, his hands could no longer idle on her thighs. Fingers crawled, hands creeping up stocking-clad legs and hesitating at a decision right at the hemline of Nikki's dress. He was initially going to slip underneath it, but that was a little presumptuous. Donnie decided upon the middle ground that involved two fingers slipping under each end of the dress, joining those outside in the squeezing of hips. Then... the car slowed. Such a terrible time, Donnie thought... but could there have even been a good time?

[Apollymi]

Drapped in clothing or drapped in the woman herself, BlueLotus had a habit of becoming something that clung once it settled into someting. In this case, she was currently wrapped around Donnie, grinding in his lap and finding reciprocity as she moved. How could she do anything other than enjoy and let her mind wonder? As they made out like a couple of teenagers in the back of this Hummer, Nikki found herself enjoying the sensation of his cock against her thighs and backside.

Though she was still fully dressed something about this kind of dry-humping really got her going. She also found it interesting that Donnie didn't seem to be pushing the envelop very much. Even so, what he did was more than enough. She casually enjoyed those hands moving up her thighs, the two fingers slipping under the hem of her dress. that firm grasp of her hips. She wiggled into it, invited it even and then she felt it. The world around them slowing as the car obviously was reaching its destination. There was never a good time to stop this sort of thing. Even as she began to pull away a groan of unhappiness slipped out of her mouth as she took the last swab of her tongue against his, "Ugh~ Never a good time to stop a good snog," she complained. Only to lean back in and quickly peck her lips against his. "But... we got time, mate. Wanna head up with me to a place sturdy enough not to flip over?" she wandered cheekily as she began the process of unwrapping herself from his person. They managed to accomplish this by the time the driver was tapping the window as warning to let them know the door would be opening and Nikki was standing and fixing her dress so she didn't look too crazy as she headed out. Once they were on solid ground she'd be aiming to excitedly lead the lad up to what she assumed would be an empty apartment.

[Bloodedge]

A slowing vehicle did nothing to slow down Donnie's libido. He was keeping himself restrained in moments of sobriety for the sole purpose of being respectful, but there was no undoing the raging erection throbbing beneath Nikki all the while. She obviously knew of it too... but who was he to make that kind of advancement? She did say 'just a little something' in the beginning, after all. Ah, but Nikki was also doing her part of riling him up even further. How was he to act? Well, the stopped vehicle gave the answer. They had arrived. With that arrival, Nikki pulled away to share a complaint that Donnie immediately agreed with. "I can only guess what a snog is, but I was just thinkin' the same... I think," he added.

All was not lost. Before separating herself from him, Nikki suggested heading upstairs to a sturdier venue. There were only so many ways to interpret a proposition like that. Before she could fully escape, Donnie risked a slight wraparound with both hands to squeeze her rear, his body rising against her fore as he did so. "I'm ready for a lot. You tryna be the one flippin' over instead?" he wondered. In came the driver's direct intervention, clearing the pair for an exit. Donnie dropped out of the Hummer first, keeping himself crouched with every intention of catching Nikki in her exit as well. Of course, that was just another stab at another groping opportunity. Whatever happened with that opening, he supposed he'd be following closely behind Nikki wherever she led next.

[Apollymi]

Nikki almost regretted her own words. She didn't want a little something. She wanted a lot of something. She'd never wished for a traffic jam so hard in her life. She'd never wanted to be trapped in a place alone with someone as much as she currently wanted to be alone with Donnie. That erection throbbing beneath her, was a promise of something she could bounce on contentedly. Ah, but that wasn't something for people as strong as they were to do in the back of a car. That didn't stop the discontent, nor another short language discourse. "Definitely what you think it is mate~" she said figuring the context was enough for the make out to be obvious.

Beyond that point, she was ready to exit by the time the door open and Donnie slipped out first crouched just a little and Nikki hopped out afterwards landing in his arms. Any groping that took place was only fuel to the fire and she giggled just a bit, wiggling happily in his hands. "Flip me over if you want, mate!~ I'm ready for a lot myself~" Nikki commiserated. Whenever she was placed back onto her feet. She'd begin that quick little trot women in heels did, which made their hips sway extra and didn't actually add speed but felt like it did. Only to find her way into the building of her sister's flat, hoping to make it to the elevator without any interruptions. "We gotta take the lift. No way am I going up 6 flights right now~" she explained quickly. Luckily enough at this time of day, the lift was always on the ground floor and almost always empty and thus it would be nothing to open the door and catch it up. Placing the pair once again, in a technically secluded space for the duration of a few moments.

[Bloodedge]

Though it was incredibly disappointing for their deviance to reach a sudden end, Nikki offered some incredibly promising things. Such promises included him flipping her over, if he so desired. If nothing else was confirmation enough, that certainly was. As he grabbed two handfuls of Nikki's ass, she told him all he needed to know. He even gave further details while reluctantly letting her down. "Girl, say less. I'll flip it over, smack it up, rub it down ─ whatever you're down for Mami. Say word," he explained.

The way Nikki ran off ensured Donnie would never be more than a foot or two away. He remained slightly crouched, a bit of hop to his own steps as they made way for a convenient elevator filled with... no one at all. Nikki mentioned the length of their climb, and Donnie agreed six floors was a ridiculous ask to find satisfaction. Besides that, being alone in an elevator was yet another opportunity to answer the proverbial call. "Six? Nah, fuck that. I like the sound of followin' you up some stairs, but you're makin' it sound like your sis ain't home. I like the sound of that better," he said as they slipped into the box that would take them upstairs. Once inside, he was already reaching for Nikki's hip with one arm. "You say somethin' about a lift?" he asked cheekily. Donnie figured that was just another language difference, meaning elevator in this case... but the thought of a 'lift' would have him aiming to pick Nikki up and place her in a similar position to what they were recently robbed of ─ albeit standing. Well, that would be his initial aim anyway, provided she didn't have ideas of her own.

[Apollymi]

Nikki was caught and while she giggled she felt the excellent sensation of Donnie's hands grabbing her backside and squeezing with both hands. Such a thing was an outward showing of desire that Nikki couldn't misinterpret. In fact, she could take his earlier hesitance as a bit of respect, not wanting to push if it wasn't something she was actually into. She was pleased to find him interested in her and more than ready to take a ride or even be driven into depending on what the mood called for. "Goddamn, when you say it like that, we're gonna have to do it all~" she said easily. Those movements of hers carried her away, but she could feel him right behind her. She knew his movements wouldn't follow too far behind and she would only continue to enjoy herself.

Moving on from that, a trip towards the lift was something done without thinking. There was no way she'd excitedly climb six flights of stars with a cock as good as his hard and ready to go. No... she'd be keeping it steady and aiming to get in a bit more contact. "She's not, she would have called me by now if she was~" claimed Nikki. Which was true enough and once she stepped onto the lift, she hit the button for the right floor and would relax. Donnie for his part int his offered a lift, and soon enough her body was up and she was giggling. "Hehehe~" she giggled arms and legs immediately wrapping around his torso as she clung to his person. When those doors closed she was back on him, lips meeting lips in a meeting that was quite needy by Nikki's own account and she had no intention of stopping until the ding. Her body moving gently to elevator music as she aimed to restart the makeout.

[Bloodedge]

If Nikki truly meant to do everything Donnie implied, they were both in for a very interesting time. She, a National Mage, and he, an S-rank Fighter. The physicality between them had every potential to endanger everything around them, their own sensibilities included. Donnie couldn't wait to let all of that happen. In fact, even though he was walking, his erection only became further as he kept eyes on Nikki's backside. By the time they entered the elevator, he was ready to burst through his jeans... and that would only become worse moments later.

Nikki's sister would have sent notice if she'd returned home. Since nothing had come about, they had every reason to believe they had both time and privacy. Well... perhaps Donnie was forgetting the agreement to meet with her cousin at this location, but who could blame him for letting that slip his mind? He hardly had enough blood going to his brain when it was all rushing into his cock, just to press under Nikki's dress when she was brought against him. "So wassup then?" he managed to ask before their lips gravitated toward each other again. "I'm tryna..." he slipped in between the third and fourth lip-smacks. "...see somethin'," he concluded, diving in again thereafter. Donnie didn't even bother with the elevator music, but Nikki's mobile hips was certainly putting a tune in his head. Naturally, he could do naught but match her pace in a more controlled grind than he could manage before.

[Apollymi]

Nikki was indeed being absolutely serious. It'd been so long since she last cut loose, doing so with Donnie simply seemed like an optimal use of time. Besides that, he had enough power to show her something awesome and she'd be doing nothing but truly enjoying his attention. As they moved Nikki was sure he was staring a hole in her backside. but she didn't mind. Still by the time they were in the elevator, she was ready for that pickup. Soon after Nikki was up, legs were wrapped around a man's waist, lips smacking and not even a care or thought in the world. Actually this was fine, "Good..." Nikki said as well. "I got somethin'" she started but her lips pressed in once more, "To show~" she claimed.

It didn't take long for those six floors to clear, and when they did... Nikki was peeling herself away as the door dinged. Once her legs hit the ground properly, she headed towards the door she was turning down a familiar hall, eyes on the prize. Her hand reaching into her magic box for keys as she fumbled with a door lock. "Come on, come on..." she was wiggling like an excited teenager, or someone with a bathroom related emergency. But in truth she really wanted to get inside. Gone were any thoughts of visitors or anything else. She fully intended to slip in and get to work on Donovan King. Of course... there was one consideration she didn't make.

Hearing the noise outside of the door a different young woman tall, thick with purple hair up in a ponytail was pausing her actions. Phone in her hands she looked at the door as it was opening, wearing nothing but a pair of panties post shower. She'd not been expecting a visitor and as this apartment belonged to her, there was only one person it could be. She set herself atop the back of her couch and watched the door, waiting to greet whoever came in it. By the time Nikki opened it, she wasn't even checking the room, no she was moving that dress up her hips, kicking off heels and getting ready to properly attack the man in question. All the while that other woman was watching intently.

[Bloodedge]

For the duration of a six-floor climb, the two were going at each other as if they'd never separated on the car trip. There were things Donnie wanted to see. As luck would have it, Nikki had some things to show. Neither of them could even manage a complete sentence before attacking the other's mouth again. Oh well; everything processed in time. Speaking of time, there was hardly enough left before the elevator bell sounded, signaling another separation by Nikki's decision. Donnie would have been disappointed... but they were on their way to a place relief might be found.

Down the hall they went. Once more, Donnie left as little distance as possible between Nikki and himself. Drunk, and now expectant, Donnie wasn't holding himself back anymore. While Nikki was fumbling with her key and the lock, Donnie had himself pressed against her from behind. His hands explored her sides, his groin rubbed her rear, and his face settled in her neck, lips peppering whatever skin he could find there. It seemed like forever, but the door eventually opened. Nikki rushed in and began kicking off her heels, grabbing the bottom of her dress. At the same time, Donnie barreled in behind her, peeling his shirt overhead to toss it aside ─ just before wrestling with his belt and working one boot off with the other. "Aight Mami, show me somethin'~"