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[nitro_is_ace]

Ace's room is on the smaller side, or it could be that it just appears that way after her slight modifications. The bed, covered in an almost indecent number of quilts and comforters, has been shoved up against the wall at some point. Another corner is occupied with a desk practically snowed over with pages of semi-scientific type scribblings and notes. In a third corner, under the window so she can watch the exploding stars, is what was once an asture bench-type seat, but has been covered with so many blankets and pillows it looks rather comfy. Ace loses all momentum at the doorway and looks up at Tim nervously.

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....
Not quite. It'd be decidedly more bloody.
...


Ace blinks, dazedly, attempting a restart on a brain that has ended business for the day.
"I think... I think this qualifies as more than 'all right'." She muses, stunned.

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*Tim sighs happily. Then proposes somethign that might get turned down.*

Uhm...maybe...uhm... you might want to take your shirt off and get more comfortable.

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Ace bites her lip, torn between being terribly flattered, and agreeing it'd be much more comfortable, and being embarassed, since she doesn't really think there's much to look at under there...
The point does seem moot, at the moment, doesn't it? Swallowing hard, since this does require a bit of courage on her part, she slips off the now-rumpled shirt, and reaches behind her to unsnap her bra, giving Tim a shy sidelong look.

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*Tim gulps. *

tease.

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"Says the man who has his shirt on. Unfair advantage." she manages, though she's losing the battle of the blush.

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*Tim snaps his fingers. poof, no shirt. on him. Yup, the scars are all over his front too. Burns, gashes, claw marks, bite wounds.... He smiles at her, then traces the blush with a finger, as it makes it's way down.*

Easily accomplished.

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She shivers, and reaches over to run her fingers lightly against what looks to have been a particularly nasty gash at one point.
"Who did this?" She'd like a name to go with the death wish. It helps. Her eyes are sad, worried, bloody furious.

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*Tim looks away from her.*

I did.

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Worriedsadconfused she reaches out to turn his head back to face her, not letting him hide away. She doesn't say anything - she doesn't understand, and doesn't want to make things worse.

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I....

*Tim shakes his head.*

I don't remember if you were there. I got stuck outside of the bar for six years one night. Jumped to voer two hundred worlds, fighting evil versions of myself. It..left some damage.

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Ace considers this. She doesn't remember that, though it could possibly have happened while she was still freaking out over being in the bar in the first place. So many scars...
Very gently, she begins to kiss each scar, as if that could make things better, somehow.

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*Tim smiles watching her. His hands stray to her bra, tugging at it gently...*

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Oh, right, the bra. Ace had forgotten about it. It takes a bit of concentration to undo the hooks, but she manages to accomplish it without dislocating anything. She pulls it off, feeling decidedly defenseless at this point.

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*Tim stares, a smile creeping across his face.*

Wow.... perfect......

*And he lowers his head to one breast, looks up at her as if seeking permission...then takes the tip into his mouth, tongue dancing across it.*

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She sucks in a sharp breath, whatever reason she had recovered scattering in that moment. Her hands, somehow, manage to grab onto his shoulders for support, otherwise she'd just collapse.
"Oh... oh God...."

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*Ah. Very sensitive. thats good to know. Tim, his mouth never leaving it's breast, sweeps her from her feet, depositing her on the couch, to make sure she doesn't fall over and hurt herself. one hand cradles her back, the other is rubbing against her jeans, right between her legs. Maybe he's gone too far, but at least that hand is still above the clothing.*

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From the way she reacts, instinctively, her brain having nothing to do with anything at this point, she doesn't mind. As her hips buck against Tim's hand, there something vaugely at the back of her mind, warning, but she's too lost to care.

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*Tim is scared. I mean, he's never done this before. Well, not with a real woman. Succubi don't count. And he completely discounts anything that happened with Polly, cause it turns out he was a whore. Good thing he DIDN'T sleep with her. Tim switches his mouth to the other nipple, his hand on her back moving up to the free nipple, and his other hand seeking to find that good spot, the one that makes her really twitch.*

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He finds it, alright, and every nerve hums in response, the shock arching up her spine to clash against what he's already doing to her breasts, and she revels in the sensations and it's absolutely glorious...
and something snaps behind her eyes.

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*Tim pulls back, watching her.*

Ace? you all right?

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Delerious bliss has given way to absolute panic as her eyes open wide... yellow eyes.

I felt like I could run forever

"No... nonono..." she would run, hide, but there's really nowhere to go.

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*Tim steps back, sniffing the air for any magic effects... staring at her eyes.*

Ace?

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She's terrified, absolutely terrified, and losing. The virus that she's held in firm check for so long has escaped control, since she never planned for this.
The cheetah doesn't understand either, just that it's caged and chained and stranger Ace flinches as the wild scream echoes through her mind.
Gotta calm down, just gotta calm down...

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Ace...what can i do?

*His hands are ready. He calling up power. He has no frickin clue whats going on here. Poor guy.*

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For a long moment, she(it) stares at Tim blankly with unblinking cats eyes. Then she shudders over some small internal battleground.
"Don't... let me leave. Don't." Her voice is strained, but it's still hers. "Please. Promise."