~Show me your moves~ [Levi]

--- Though true the concept of spooning normally would feel nice, Cereza just was different. An event in her past loomed over her probably more than she truly realized. But she was feeling that tingle again. That craving. The want the need. There was a part of slowly going 'screw it.' To take that fall again. The bathroom door would close but did not lock as she proceeded to slip off the rest of the one piece. She kicked off her socks as she turned on the water. Her white sports bra and matching joe boxer panties which had a winking smiley on the rear remained on. The water in the stand up shower ran as she stood outside it undoing her messy bun. She would wait till the water temperature was too her liking as she hummed a little tune.

--- Her back would b towards the door hair covering a good portion of her dreamcatcher tattoo. She moved to the cabinet getting some aspirins to help sooth her head a little, closing the cabinet door she glanced at her reflection for no more than a fraction of a second. You would think a girl like her probably looked at her reflection for long periods of time but alas you would be sorely wrong. She never looked longer than she needed to. Why? Maybe indirectly there was something she didn't want to see deep down. Funny believe she didn't even truly recognize that she did such a thing.

--- Cereza moved away from the sink and stood with her back a little towards the door as she opened the shower door to feel the water. Hearing the door open she glanced over her shoulder. She smirked not at his words but how quickly he dropped his pants. It made her for only a brief moment think of how quickly Val would drop her panties for Damien had he asked her too. Turning her head towards the shower watching the steam start to rise and shrugged continuously playing coy
.

"That sounds like a personal problem."

--- She guessed that butt slap was a little pay back for the one she gave him back at The Pit, aside from the obvious notion. She snickered at it, glancing over her shoulder. He still hadn't seen her from the front yet. Funny how in this scenario she actually was neglecting the scars she hid from the world. Funny one wouldn't think it of her as having a little issue with being this bare before someone. Her top off fine but anything below is where the issue lied. What she didn't want to be seen was personal and brought up a lot of past. She didn't like being questioned about it. It annoyed her more or less. There was a reason for certain things she didn't wear.

--- She still sported some articles of clothing but HAD she turned and looked her body over from the front he would be able to see the tattoo on the right side of her lower abdomen just a few inches from her navel. The start of fairly deep slashes on either side of her inner thighs. A very precarious and personal area. What was completely hidden underneath the lining of her underwear the etched M much lower than her navel towards the left right on her pelvic line. But for now she hadn't turned around. Just her grey's looking at him behind her, continuously toying.

"Not likely. I'm not responsible for you choices...Not then, not now "

--- She didn't smile or smirk or wink. From her over the shoulder position she merely looked into his eyes. Her reference's pertained to the first day they met, to him accepting both her invitations to the pit and to her apartment. Well one of many. She didn't make him do anything he hadn't already wanted to. That's how Cereza saw it. Whether she provided influence or not in the end it was all up to the individual. He kissed her neck and tested the water with her. With a snicker she slipped inside. Save water right?



---- Fade out ----

--- Deep inside she still lusted. It wasn't 100% over for her as she was well capable of continuing longer. Despite her small tiredness. She needed to curb it it had already gotten out of hand but what was done was done. She couldn't say it wasn't enjoyable. She couldn't say that somewhere she didn't want it. That just wasn't it. For a moment the scars on her inner thighs burned but not literally just a remembrance of the domination that was placed on her. The M burned with equal intent.

--- She continued to kiss at his neck before pushing herself up and planting a little passionate kiss on his lips before rolling off him and onto her back. Her greys closed as she just chuckled controlling her breathing and trying to erase the growing tingle of wanting, craving, needing more. Her right leg curled in bent at the knee while her left remained flat.

"Heh .. you got what you asked and plus... Heh always go plus .."

--- Funny how his entrance into her life and a reappearance of another had broke down something she strongly fought against. Made her fall through her own proverbial rabbit hole. 

"Heh..yeah "

--- Though she responded honestly almost a little subconsciously, something inside was stirring again words played out

'You'll never get enough. You'll always want more to the point you won't be able to function without it.'

--- This time she actually caught up with her mind detecting those words and the voice that rang in her head that it belonged to. There was malice in those words more than anyone could ever know. She attempted to ignore as she sat herself up steadily trying to control her breathing. Her right hand rested in her bent knee her eyes briefly catching the glimpse of her scars on her inner thighs and closed her legs a bit more as she lowered her right leg even straight the starting lines were visible. Though the sheet was damp from the fact they came straight from the shower she covered herself a enough for now. But he saw them and the m earlier hasn't he? How could he not? She tried to mask it all by rubbing the back of her neck as if she had just sat up to get some kinks out. Yeah this was probably her poorest attempt though. She was better than that by far.

---He was far too observant even into her littlest movements. Maybe it was obvious considering even though her back was turned she looked down then closed her legs. But still she'd have to be mindful around him it seemed. She wasn't a girl that could be read easily at all as she gave away practically nothing to her real thinking or intentions, yet she had gathered he might be the one to try and figure what wasn't there. Indeed a watchful eye would be kept on him. At his words and touch she glanced over her shoulder catching the look in his eyes.

--- Though honest deep down she figured he really wanted to ask and she was probably glad he didn't. Didn't ruin it with questioning her. Why couldn't Damien leave it alone like Levi? No Damien had to push and make her upset right after she let herself fall. Damien didn't ask about the scars on her thighs directly but he wanted to know who was M. Obviously who craved that letter into her skin and there of all places, it was still all connected. When she tried to deflect he just got upset, they both were. So points to Levi for taking the other route. Gold star to Levi!

--- Yet all the same with his observant nature and obvious smarts could he not piece something together for himself? Something possibly fairly close? Those weren't scars one got in a fight. Those were extremely personal and meant someone got extremely close; willing or unwilling. Those were meant to hurt and meant to remind. The queen of deflection would smirk at him and lean back down planting a little elongated kiss on his lips with a hand on his chest.

"What random nonsense are you blabbing about hmm? Still a little lost my little canary?"

--- She chuckled giving him a peck again on her lips this time and scooted off the bed. Yup she was gonna be calling him that for awhile for her own purposes till she saw otherwise, would he know why? The whole laying down next to each other thing was iffy with her but she wasn't completely objective but that wasn't it. The bed was soaking wet from them coming from the shower she wasn't going to lay on that. But the bed laid on a long platform and to the right of it her foot pressed against the wood and another bed lower slowly pushed out. She winked at him, picking up the other sheet and dropping the damp one. From the stab wound in her shoulder to the one in her abdomen, to the musical tattoo on the right of her navel and the Craved M on her left pelvic line was all now covered up as she was wrapped in the sheet like a dress. It wouldn't last as she walked away to the bathroom and retrieved two towels coming back tossing him one. She rubbed her hair which was mostly dry then wrapped it in the towel while she threw on a long silk robe and sat at the edge of the new bed. Legs stretched on the ground since it was so low.

"So.. Anything behind that or just the stereotype?"

--- Cereza smiled looking over her shoulder or next to her depending where he sat near her referring to his own tattoo. Unless he had other intentions and came up behind her and held her if so he might've found her tense just for the smallest moment Cause it would catch her off guard. Though that would be the excuse the real reason was different.

"Mmhmm.. I bet "

---She was covered by the silk robe so the scars weren't remotely on her mind. Though it would be buried away in her mind after he was gone anyways. She fell again and she had to work on making sure she didn't continue that path otherwise the rumors would be more than true. Not that she cared about what others thought of her it wasn't about that. It was about not letting West and Maverick win. She failed at times but not a total failure at least. There was still a sensation built up in her she just couldn't help it. She moved wrapping her legs around the other side of him so she sat on his lap facing him. Her hands on his waist lazily.

"Hmm so Yakuza yay or nay? Kinda had my fair share of meeting a few seems like it goes hand in hand."

--- Yip she would pry a little but that was her. Just because someone else wouldn't didn't mean she was the same. It also showed that her first question was merely to gauge his reaction. But she was speaking from experience, multiple ones from her past to sitting around with her step father Michael De Luca one of the big time underground mafia bosses during associations. If he said no she'd just shrug about it. Hell she was surprised he still hadn't asked how she got his number. Overall she didn't really care but she liked being informed.