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[friendlykillingmachine]

[ In the crowded hotel bar, Rocky occupies a seat by the exit. He has no real reason to be here except that this is where most of the humans are hanging out and while he feels pretty useless right now, he figures maybe eventually he'll be somebody's designated something-or-other. Until then, he finishes building a tower made of cocktail sticks, briefly admires his work, then gently pushes it over.

That's when he happens to look up and spot a familiar face. He'd noticed Hawke earlier but it looked like she was busy having fun so he let her be and kept to himself. But now that she's looking his way, he smiles brightly and raises his hand in a wave.]

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[kirkwalled]

[ The suite is definitely not what Hawke was expecting either and she blinks in surprise as they're let in. A smile follows soon after and she's pleased enough -- hah, the future holds many interesting things and here she is, having fun while she figures out what to do with it. It works out well enough for her. So, the first thing she does when they get inside is slip off her shoes, taking a few steps in to feel the plush carpet against her toes. Oh, that is nice.

What's nicer then is Rocky -- who slides up behind her and begins to touch. She almost turns to face him but hesitates slightly and it's enough to feel where exactly he's going with it all this. So, she doesn't stop him and only helps, letting the dress slide forward off her shoulders and down. ]

Did you picture a closet? That -- well, it would've been hilarious, but also if you wanted to fuck me in a closet, you only need ask.

[ A snort of laughter follows after and the dress is down enough to reveal her breasts, plush and firm and held up by a neat black bra. She pushes the dress even lower still and it only takes a few moments until it's pooling around her feet, leaving her in a matching pair of black panties. She's about to make another comment when -- ah.

Oh.

She didn't quite expect that, feeling a shiver run up her spine at the ... kiss? She can't quite explain it, the sudden sensation of mouth on skin and she knows it's not real -- a glance to a mirror nearby shows Rocky just the same as she expected but. But Maker. A soft moan slips out of her and she reaches back to take his hands, slide them around her front to rest on her stomach. ]

Alright, you -- well, you have to explain that one. It's not magic, is it? Or, I suppose it could be, whatever passes for magic in your world. Either way, I'd like it and I'd like you to continue.

[ And while she asks, of course, she's pressing back flush against him to press her ass snugly against his crotch. She rolls it, grinding back against him and hoping the stimulation here works just the same as usual. At the same time, one of her hands takes his gently by the wrist and slides his hand lower -- indicating exactly where she wants him to send his fingers. She's wet, definitely, and starting to feel a little needy from the teasing and well, the whole idea of it really. There still something truly interesting about bedding something like Rocky. ]