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[ the door of the car closes with a light thudas he gets out. slips the sunglasses off his eyes & onto his head, nestled into his hair; he's dressed rather casually today, red dress-shirt with its top two buttons undone & the rest in a suit-like attire. seems to blend right into the crowd as soon as he enters the building, surrounded by people who live to sell their looks. ignores the gazes, entirely faithful to his purpose at present. he only stops once to ask for directions --

"Tell me. Where would Brianna be at this hour?"

& he saunters into the area, standing in the shadows as he watches the flashes of light caress brianna's form, appreciative. ]

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[ raises an eyebrow at his back, as usual, a tiny hint of amusement and understanding on her face as she steps out of the car and follows.

is suddenly snapped out of those thoughts when her (second) phone vibrates in her purse, taking it out to slide it open and stare down at it. closes her eyes briefly, making a decision to shut it off for now, slipping it back into her bag while slowly catching up without too much trouble. stays a few steps back regardless, allowing albert to take the full lead. ]

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[ the languid steps continue until they arrive at the front door. upon entering the mansion, his back straightens in a stationary half-stretch of his muscles, releasing them from the tension-relaxation pattern of the short outing.

he then turns around so that he is facing her when she enters. ]

Welcome home, princess.

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Why thank you, handsome~

[ says that pointedly yet sultry, as if it's a secret code of some sort. doesn't take anymore steps from the door (nor him) just yet, briefly glancing elsewhere before her gaze falls back upon albert. ]

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[ tilts his head in his typical telltale behaviour of thoughtfulness. steps up towards her, a hand goes up & above her head to pull & push the door relatively closed. leans his head down closer to hers, eyes flickering with amusement. ]

Here? Or the bath?

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[ tilts her head slightly, giving him a mock pout, even if her eyes don't lie. nonchalantly lifts a finger, trailing it down his face. ]

Well, I am a little bit dirty, I suppose.

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[ turns his head slightly to catch her fingers between his lips & teeth gently, nipping. teasing. comes up against her even closer, even if his hands do not yet move. ]

Then I suppose it'll have to be the bath.

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[ uses her other hand to play with the buttons on her shirt, tugging at them gently with her nails. ]

Are you going to help clean me, big brother. [ a statement at best, licking her lips briefly within another tilt of her head. ] Or will I need another bath after this one?

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I'll let you know.

[ an arm now slides around her waist, tugging her gently towards his body as he leans his face down & kisses slowly down the side of her jaw. ]

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[ her hands lift to brace them against his chest, not pushing yet not tugging at the same time, though her fingers just might be curling around the material there. allows her head to tilt back slightly, lips parting to let out an appreciative sound. ]

Guess I'll have to be patient.

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[ pauses to blink twice & holds off on his reply to slip a knee between hers, a hand taking its time undoing the fastenings of her jeans. another nip, another smile. ]

I won't make it difficult.

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No?

[ barely registered what he's saying, eyes sliding shut to bask in the feeling, light fingers now fumbling slowly with the buttons on his dress-shirt. ]

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[ the other hand, the one still free of a task, catches her fingers on his chest & pushes them closer to her body, away from his. meets her gaze while he undoes the rest of her pants, trapping it between his palm & her body. slides the jeans down her hips taking his time. enjoying it.

he then brings the fingers he had captured, turns them around so that he can press his lips against the nails of her index & middle finger. lets his voice go low & brushes his answer as a whisper against her skin. ]

No.

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[ feels a shiver run up her spine that she can't hold back, her head back against the door fully now, neck exposed. lets out a short puff of air and something of a groan, rolling her hips up once before settling back into neutral once more. ]

Hmm. M'a lucky girl, aren't I.

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[ chuckles at the sound, pleased & satisfied. latches his lips onto her neck without thought soon afterward, taking turns between licking & sucking though never hard enough to leave a mark. always light touches, teasing, attempting to drive her over the edge.

releases the pants so that they can fall away from the rest of her legs via gravity while those fingers take to kneading her outer thigh. ]

You are my princess.

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[ as soon as his lips are on her neck she bucks involuntarily, a natural reaction. holds back the moan by biting the bottom of her lip, eyes shut tightly, though they slide open to look at the ceiling.

feels her lips tug slightly at his words, caught between focusing on that and focusing on the feeling. shivers slightly at the hand at her thigh, wishing she could pull him closer, if it were at all possible. ]

Always?

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[ raises his face upwards to brush his nose against hers, hands and breathing all momentarily paused. ]

Always.

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[ fights the urge to say something else, instead tilting her head slightly to press her lips against his without hesitation, but it's brief as she pulls back enough to whisper: ]

I'm happy, then.

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[ whistling along with his music, headphones on and a finger scrolling through his ipod to come upon a different song as he wanders down the hallway of the second floor.

pauses in the sound passing between his lips, frowning momentarily when he tries to find a song. finally finds it and looks pleased enough to keep on walking, shoving it back into his pocket along the way down the stairs.

turns here, turns there; finally finds himself before the door, but stops in his tracks and stares at the scene before him. ]

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...

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...

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[ can't. even say anything. stares with wide eyes and a look of horror on his face, opening his mouth and closing it, though nothing comes out.

thinks he's just been scarred for life. ]

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[ while they pause she nuzzles her nose against his, attempting to push against him again, though her eyes wander over albert's shoulder and-- oh.

slowly grins and rolls her hips against albert again, lifting up to nibble on his ear, pausing in the action to finally whisper: ]

We've~ got company.

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[ hums, eyes slipping half-way closed as he finally allows himself to feel -- ]

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[ & pauses in mid-movement when he hears her words. releases a soft breath -- his form a sigh -- & schools his features while turning his head away from her to look over his shoulder. ]

Ah. Hello, baby brother.

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[ can't move. can't breathe. thinks he's going to have a heart attack of some sort.

does the fishy mouth-open, mouth-closed action, finally babbling out something incoherent until he says the first thing that comes to mind: ]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

[ ... even if he's quite aware of what they're doing already. ]