Take Off The Mask

[Danger Arceneau]

"Somewhere special..."

Humor danced in her tone, her fingers lacing along Alric's hand as he slowly would guide them down the hall. She was aware about how it would be difficult to walk too long without his cane, so she did her best to try and accommodate his steps, letting him use her as a brace for the few times he'd need to steady himself.

"Do I at least get a hint, Mistah Kuhn?" she would ask, crimson lips bright under the blindfold. Every step would send her full skirt fluttering along her knees. Danger was a woman who adhered to a more classic taste in clothing. She was aware of the attraction of her full curves, but opted for enhancing them through a selection of attire that would flatter her figure, but not be tasteless. Her hemline fell to just past knee level, allowing for brief flashes of her knees and the length of her calves. Her bodice, while snug, would never dip to the point that her decolletage would tempt to fall over. Modest lines would contrast to sharp plunging necklines normally seen for her back.

This instance had her wear a sunny dress of a pale blue hue. Her hair flowed to just past her shoulders, streaks of silver complimented against the backdrop of auburn hair a deep corseca hue.

The threshold of their bedroom came, and Alric led her inside with a notable half smirk. Trademark really. Alric Kuhn wouldn't be who he was without it.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

"A hint?" He echoed her as they finally came to a stop before the bed. He had to consider her words for a moment, as if the question was actually rather difficult to answer. He considered fora moment more, his throat letting out a 'hmm' noise. He shifted slightly around her, moving so that he stood behind Danger. His chin gently came to rest on her shoulder, his beard scratching against her chin as he nuzzled against her neck and slowly shifted his palms up her back.

"I suppose." Alric said. "Maybe a small one."

His fingers wrapped around the zipper at the base of her neck.

"Will this suffice?" Slowly, almost agonizingly so, Alric began to undo that zipper. His index finger would land above it, trailing down Danger's spine as her bare flesh was revealed. He smiled as he did so, kissing her neck very gently as the dress slowly began to fall from her shoulders and onto the floor.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Blindfolded, a Danger made the most out of the rest of her four senses. The slow, deliberate brush of his finger elicited a slow, sharp intake of her breath. Goosebumps rose over her flesh in the wake of the caress, the folds of her dress peeling apart as it grew slack. It fell in a flutter at her feet. Anticipation thickened in her blood, and her chest began to rise and fall with a quickening.

"... it is a start." that build of ardor dropped her voice an octave, thickening sweet like molasses. It was said with a rasp that would carve up the spine, sending a tingle of pleasure at the nape of the neck and spread like wildfire. Each warm press of his lips along her neck drew a low gasp of growing pleasure. Tilting her head to the side, she allowed him a greater access, feeling the brush of his hands join a second later, lacing against her skin, splaying in languid proprietary.

He knew her too well. Where to kiss, where to press, how fast, how hard. Alric had mapped every hill and valley of the perilous territory that was Danger Arceneau and tamed it to his hand. Knees slightly buckled, and her hand rose up to cup at his cheek. There the bristles of his beard tickled her fingers, and she gave a sigh of her approval, drawing him closer still. His breath floated just over her ear, where he placed a gentle kiss right below it. It was a spot that immediately tightened hard points, warmth trailing down her chest, over her quivering belly and between her thighs.

"Show me more."

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Alric pressed his lips against her neck, his hands slowly floating onto her hips and then sliding around to her stomach. He lingered there for a moment, pulling her close and against him so supple curves were pressed tight. He smiled against her skin, his beard scratching at her as his teeth gently grazed against slightly tanned flesh.

"Hmm." The Titan said, as if he would need actual thought to the idea. "I suppose I could."

His palms slowly slid up, grasping at large curves and pulling her even more tightly against him. "As long as you stay perfectly still."

A challenge in it of itself given her already weakening knees and the way that her body was bucking against him, but then again he knew that. There was a slight smile that pulled at his lips, knowledge floating through his mind. He didn't know what the future held for them, he didn't know what the two of them would do in a day or even in an hour, but he knew that as long as he had her, as long as he had this, he would be perfectly okay with whatever came.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

It was far to late to go out to dinner.

A slow chuckle would bubble from the redhead. She lay splayed on her back, with one particular Tetan using her as a make-shift pillow. There was a sense of utter contentment radiating from her. Satisfaction. Yet above all, not a single trace of worry or concern upon her face. Her hand went stroking up and down Alric's bare arm, an affectionate trace that would start at the bend of his elbow and trail up towards his shoulder.

"Mmm....I reckon I won that round." her husky voice would tease. Turning her head down to look upon her husband, she bent down to press a kiss upon his temple. The hours that they had spent on their bed had been well worth it. If anything, being around Alric had an interesting side effect of the stress in Danger's life waning. Granted, the Tetan went out of his way to ensure that Danger didn't take things too seriously now a days.

While she wouldn't be able to completely step away from Arceneau Trade in the news few months, she had been making an effort to prioritize.

"Reckon you are up for a meal now?" she would ask, her voice a soft murmur over his brow. Delicately, she continued the tiny kisses. If anyone would catch the sight of the Queen of Trade being so loving, they'd be sure to say it was an illusion in and of it self.

Not when it came to the former Titan.

Not when it came to the man she loved.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

It was a tad late to go out now, Danger and Alric having spent most of their time simply rumbling around beneath the blankets. He mused for a second, his fingers interlacing with Danger's hair and his palm slowly finding the pads of his own fingers as he made a slightly fist within her red locks. He didn't quite know how to answer, not because he wasn't hungry, but mostly because he didn't want to get up.

Alric was caught in an afterglow.

He didn't really wanna get out of bed, didn't really even want to move. He liked simply laying like this with her, keeping her here. It was true that she was working less and less, but rare was the time that Alric actually got to keep Danger in bed for longer than a few hours. She was a woman with a schedule, one that had to be kept. She was either doing business for Arceneau Trade or brokering some peace in the far sectors of the galaxy. It was the way of her, what she did and he couldn't hold it against her, wouldn't even try, but he did like simply having her in bed.

"I suppose." He finally answered, his stomach chiming in with a growl.

"You'll just have to do the cooking." Alric said as he began to stretch. "I'm far too tired and old...and injured."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

Danger would give a half snort, dribbling her fingers over his chest, playing with the whorls of hair there. "Poor Alric Kuhn... so very injured." she idly drew small concentric circles over his skin. "One would wonder if you were another man entirely a few hours ago." she'd say wryly, a tinge of sarcasm in her tone as she gave a small chuckle.

"Mmm.. I can rustle up something." She added, turning onto her side to follow him mid stretch. "You feel like anything in particular?" her honeyed drawl would brush against his throat, pressing a kiss right over his jugular. Danger would follow the curve of his neck, until she gave him one last one at the tip of his shoulder.

"Got some Nerf steaks... or are you feelin' something a bit more fillin'?" maybe they could have dinner and simply relax the night. Play a little Dejarik or watch a holo-flick.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

"Nerf Steaks sounds good." Alric said as he scrunched his fist within her hair.

He was not the most picky when it came to food.

The Old Tetan had in his life time enjoyed a wide rang of cuisine that most could only dream of, one of the perks of being richer than most planetary governors. Yet throughout all of his life he had always come back to the simple things. He enjoyed easy foods, things that he could make himself, things that he could make quickly, and things that could be enjoyed in the middle of the night. It was one of the greater secrets that he held, and one of the ways that he had bonded with his daughters.

Often at night when Silara had been asleep Alric and the girls had sneaked down stairs and enjoyed a midnight snack, something that they had planned before or sometimes spur of the moment.

It had always left the three of them rather tired the next day, work or school suffering because of it, but the three had never truly minded. It was a way to bond, to get closer to one another, and given how busy the Tetan had so often been there had been an aspect of perfection to it. He smiled slightly, recalling the memory and slowly trailing his fingers down Danger's spine.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

“Then steak it shall be.” however, despite the decision being made, it was rather difficult to get oneself out of bed. All the more so the more Alric kept stroking the line of her spine. It was comforting, relaxing. It only would increase the desire to simply snuggle closer and hold him to her.

“What else would you like to do today?” she would ask, curious. They had to walk Mr. Tuggles and get him fed. Give him some activity so that way he could be properly socialized. Other than that, their evening was free.

“Feel like being lazy and watching holo-video or want to do something a bit more thought provoking?”

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

He frowned slightly. What should they do tonight? A wealth of options was presented to them, they could do most anything. Of course Mr. Tuggles would have to be walked and fed, but that wouldn't take more than thirty minutes or so, especially since most of the skyhooks parks were actually located within five minutes walking distance. It had been one of the reasons that Alric had chosen to live in this apartment in particular, the ability to go some place that resembled nature.

Now that he was retired that seemed even more important. "I dunno."

The Tetan said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Why don't we let Mr. Tuggles decide." Alric suggested. "We'll put him between the holo-screen or some board games and whichever he goes towards we'll do."

It was hard to tell whether or not Alric was being serious.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

"Right, and what happens if Mistah Tuggles won't pick either?" she'd ask with a wry grin, one ebon eyebrow arching up in mild amusement. Oh he could be perfectly serious. Or he could be joking. Either was a great possibility when it came to the Old Tetan. He certainly enjoyed keeping people guessing. He might be older and a little wiser; but he still enjoyed the game.

Just that the rules had changed.

Bending low, she gave his lips a brief kiss. "How about we make a little wager?" the thrum of her voice would waterfall over his mouth, a rather devious expression blooming upon her face. She gave a slight dribble of her fingers over his chest in emphasis.

"I wager Mistah Tuggles will select a game of Dejarik..." there curved a wolfish grin.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Alric considered for a moment. "I bet he's more willing to go to something shiny and bright."

The holo-screen of course.

"But what is the cost of this wager, Mrs. Arceneau?" He did so love saying that, Mrs. It felt right in a way, felt like she truly belonged to him. it was a nice thing, a thing that he could appreciate all on its own. The Tetan smiled to himself, like a fool who had thought of a very clever joke but had yet to tell it. "A diamond perhaps?"

They had loads of those. "A nice press of your lips? New Couch?"

He grinned at the last suggestion.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

"A day."

That was the wager, and it was said with a wolfish grin. With a roll, the woman would shift and move to hover over the Old Tetan. Sliding a leg over his to sit by his hip, she hung over the man, the length of her auburn hair falling in a sweep over her shoulders. The tips would lightly brush along his arm, bending her torso forward to bring her lips along his jaw anew.

"One day to do anything the other desires. Anything." it was the typical ol' wager of the loser submits to the winner for twenty-four hours. Skimming up his jaw, she would let her cheek scrap against the rasp of his beard. A slow, languid smile arched over her lips, and she mused over the possibilities of what she could do with such a victory.

"Savvy?"


[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

"Anything at all huh." His fingers gently traced down her spine, his hand finding the gentle curve of her rear for half a moment before raising up and coming down a second later to send a perfect wave through her derriere. He winked at her as she gave a slight coo towards him, a small smile growing on his face as he thought about the offer that she had made. His fingers curled for a moment, coming to rest on that perfect bend of her flesh. After a moment the Titan acquiesced.

"I suppose." He began. "That will be fine."

His fingers curled again. "I do have many things for you to do."

The old Tetan was more than confident in the choice that he had made, especially having seen how excitable Mr. Tuggles was when it came to exploration. The bright and blazing screen of the holo would be entirely too difficult to resist for the little guy, especially considering that Danger had never quite specified what was going to be on that screen. Alric could make that decision.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

"Oh you think you have this in the bag, don't you Mistah Kuhn?" she'd coo out, narrowing those feline green eyes of hers at the man under her. Her rump still stung, but it was a pleasant sting, the handprint vivid against the pale skin. One knee tightened and she went reaching out to claim his wrists, every intention of pinning them down.

A little forceful, a bit more bold.

"Mmm... don't count your Nuna before they hatch." she'd purr as she bent low from her hover, nuzzling his ear to give it a small bite. "What makes you think I'd make such a bet if I didn't know I'd win?" she breathed with a slight chuckle. Danger didn't come this far without some good business sense. So surely she had a plan. After all, she did select Mistah Tuggles out of the rest of the carriers for a reason.

"Anything could happen."

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

"Well." Alric said as he slowly began to stretched, his fingers gently drawing over her skin as his arms pulled away from her and set above him. Every muscle in his body seemed to extend slightly, Danger shifting atop him ever so gently as the old man limbered himself up slight. "Perhaps you want to spend a day serving me."

He smiled. "Who knows what goes on in that mind of yours Mrs. Arceneau."

Fully enough, he mostly did.

It was perhaps a fact of the galaxy that Alric Kuhn knew Danger better than anyone else, better than she did maybe. He knew what to do to get her going, what to do to get her down, sometimes he could even predict what she would do next. It was funny that way. He knew her so well that at times he wondered if it wasn't a bit strange to other people that watched them interact. His head shook slightly as he dispelled the thought, his body slowly settling down as he finished his stretching.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

“Well, reckon I wouldn’t be as entertainin’ if all the mystery was gone, hmm?” Danger would counter with a salicious smile. This was a little bit thrilling, holding him down and watching him under her. With a half hooded gaze, she continued, feeling a little rush curl down her spine.

The thought would be an amusing one, although it would be a rather difficult image to conjure the Queen of Trade as one who would fulfill and serve every desire. Then again… Alric had slipped that maid program into Six. At the time, Danger had not been amused at all. It only grew worse when Six would start to randomly clean things, as if on a ghost protocol that rose to the surface to instigate it activating.

“Although I must say…” she’d add with a rather thick sense of smug satisfaction, letting herself trail against him. “You do make quite the sight just now.” her grin grew wolfish.

“Might even get used to it,” came her tease, flexing her grip upon his wrists.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Alric pressed against her grip, his arms flexing slightly and the muscles in his bicep rippling as he pushed against the hold she had over him. The Tetan might have been getting old, injured in his thigh, but he was still working out, perfectly capable of taking Danger and pinning her in any place he chose to do so. It was...well, the Trade Queen of the Galaxy enjoyed it thoroughly. Alric grinned at her, pressing his lips against her own as his hands slowly furled around her own arms, gingerly twisting her grip and turning the tables upon her.

"You think so?" The Titan said as she slowly pinned her arms behind her own back, taking careful measure not to displace or harm her shoulders in doing so, making sure that he didn't hurt her as his hands came together and pinned Danger into place. His teeth sunk into his lip for a moment, his nose gently nuzzling against her own. "Don't I always look this good?"

The Tetan asked, one finger gently stroking down her spine as he held her wrists. "I think I do."

He winked at her, his lips pressing against her own as his finger slowly stroked down her spine once more, slowly sliding down and following it's path.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

The drag of his fingers and the readjustment of her arms would shift her torso upward, arching up in a liquid motion that caught her breath a bit. There was gentle pressure in her shoulders, the bind uplifting her chest and settling her in a straddle. With the light playing across her ample curves and the shadows of the valleys in between, Danger presented quite the view.

"...maybe.." she breathed out as her lids fell half shut. If there was anything about Alric, is that he kept himself in shape. One only had to survey the sinewy muscles of the former pugilist. There was a tingle of growing pleasure Behind her, the Twin Suns gave off a slight muted glow, casting golden highlights upon her untamed hair and a fuzzy halo on her skin.

Drinking from his lips, Danger's own would curve against his own. While it was she that was held captive, it was Danger that leaned into the kiss to deepen the kiss. Mister Tuggles was all but swept to the back of the mind then.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Her lips swiped against his, Alric slowly sliding away and down her cheek to sink his teeth into her neck.

"Definitely." The Titan whispered into her hear as his finger trailed further down her spine and very gently pressed at her wrist. It was funny how easily the situation had turned, how quickly the Tetan had managed to take control. Perhaps that a was a talent of his, taking control when the situation seemed most dire.

Though things were never dire with Danger, not for him at least, not now.

"Now." His breath swept over her skin. "Why don't we see about that bet...then I can properly restrain you."