Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24487330-20140619233536/@comment-24487330-20140716173944

Wow, that didn't take much effort. Camo didn't need his proficiencies to pick up on a reaction that obvious. He considered explaining his intentions, but that could have meant giving up what little leverage he had in this situation, and he was hoping to avoid that, at least for now. Instead, he replied, "(Y-yeah...There's something about them, especially this one...)" After completing his "assessment", the sniper brought his free hand back to her chest, slowly dragging his fingertips up from her navel into her cleavage but stopping just short of her weak spot. He waited a few moments to build up some suspense, and then...

Shifting slightly to one side for a better angle, Camo pressed his fingers against and around the scar tissue, slowly caressing it up and down. It wasn't easy to keep control of his impulses, what with his hand smothered by the soft, warm press of her chest; odd how he was trying so hard to stay in contact with Sanguis, where he had been so frightened of her before. How he proceeded from there would depend on her reaction: if it gave her a suitable thrill, he'd use a bit more effort to stimulate that weak point, but if not, he might need to change his approach a bit.

One way or another, it'd soon become evident that Camo was getting a rise out of this situation, especially if Sanguis' knee was still resting firmly against his groin. His excitement had been overshadowed by fear and anxiety before, but now that the only pain he felt was the (admittedly exciting) sting of her fingernails on his neck, he couldn't help but feel aroused. He could only hope that the girl on top of him wouldn't take offense if she noticed...