Rain Dance

Kimi nodded and hurried back out. She gathered up the thrushes, she had killed three, and walked back to the cave. "Got them" She smiled

"Thanks," he replied. He debated curing them later, but he knew that would ruin them and Kimi might get upset. Or suspicious. He really didn't feel like cooking them. Then it occurred to him that he wouldn't bee able to smoke them anyway, since it was pouring outside and he had nothing else to burn. He set aside some salt and worked on plucking them.

Kimi sat at his side and began to help. "This is pretty easy" She smiled lightly

"Y-Yeah," Voltaire replied a bit nervously. His heart ached strangely just looking at her. "Uh, yeah, I've been meaning to ask you something. That...suction thing, does that happen whenever you...is it like, automatic, or do you have control over it?"

"When I heal?" Kimi asked. "That's just when I heal" She explained. "It doesn't happen all the time. That would be troublesome"

"O-Okay," as he finished the plucking and salting. "Just...wondering, that's all. Yeah."

He blew fire over his hands to clean off the blood and other filth. Voltaire felt an impish smile slip over his face like a mask.

"So...if I did this," the Hunter began, giving her a passionate kiss on the mouth.

Kimi gave a small squeak of surprise as her face flushed a dark green.

He eventually ended the kiss, a part of him telling him that was all he needed. He knew it wasn't.

"You're gorgeous," he breathed to her, giving her a small kiss on the face. "Perfect." Another kiss. "Angelic." Yet another. "Oh Kimi angel."

He embraced her, planting a long kiss on her neck.

Kimi inhaled sharply, unable to do more than tilt her head back to allow him to continue. She didn't know what he was doing, but it felt nice, and made her feel nice inside.

"Oh, you like that?" Voltaire asked, showering her neck with kisses. "This your sweet spot?"

"M-my what?" Kimi asked in somewhat of a daze. Her face flushed darker green. "I-I don't understand"

"Sweet spot. It's a place you're especially sensitive to touch, in a good way," Voltaire explained, placing a couple more kisses on her neck. "It varies per person. You seem really sensitive on your neck." He rubbed the back of her neck, steadily going upward. "Or maybe it's really sensitive here," he added, massaging her hairline and under her ears.

Kimi made a small noise of pleasure.

"Or maybe here?" Voltaire went on, rubbing her ears. "Or here?" He ran his fingers up and down her sides. "Or here?" He massaged her thighs. "Or he- no, that place always counts. Or here?" He rubbed her legs.

When Voltaire's hands moved down past her waist, Kimi grew still with a whimper. She was scared of where this was going, good feeling or not. She didn't want him to hurt her like Talmara did.

"Hey hey, it's okay," Voltaire replied, rubbing her back and giving her a couple of kisses. "If you don't like something, let me know. I don't want to be like that bastard."

Kimi looked up at him with wide eyes. "I-I'm scared" She whispered. "I-I don't know what to do"

"Kiss back," Voltaire replied. "Long or short, anywhere you want. Try to find my sweet spot."

He took off his shirt. "Here, this should help."

Kimi's blush spread all the way to the tips of her ears and she looked away. "I-I..." She murmured, unsure of herself and what he told her to do.

"Hey, it's only half the fun if I'm the only one doing anything," replied Voltaire, massaging behind her ears again. "You can just do my face for now if you want."

Kimi looked up at him again. "I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do" She murmured to him again. She was still scared and unsure of herself.

(He really threw her for a loop, and scared her a little.)

(good ol' Voltaire and his straight-forwardness and lack of tact lol)

"You want me to just take care of you for now?" Voltaire asked, holding her and planting a few light kisses on her face and upper neck. "You can join in when you feel like it."

"Take c-care of me?" Kimi asked shyly. "What does that mean?" She inhaled sharply when Voltaire kissed a spot on her neck, but she held back the accompanying moan.

(yus. So he'l have to take it slow)

"Just this," Voltaire answered, planting a few more kisses on her neck and stroking her hair. "Kissing, cuddling, stuff like that. Foreplay."

"Making out?" Kimi asked softly. That's how he described it before wasn't it? She tilted her head back for him