#; eden

[midnightblosm]

-- // closed starter for @abrvcadvbra -- // eden + micah

"I'm risking my life being here, you know that right?" Eden reached up, pulling her hair into a messy knot before she let her arms fall back down, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the kitchen island where she sat. His place had become a little hideaway for her where she could ignore her familial responsibilities (see: duties), and pretend she wasn't some crime boss' daughter. Here, she was Micah's... whatever she was. His friend, maybe? Sure, something like that. Here, she was just a girl who had a situationship -- nevermind that said situationship just happened to be part of an infamous motorcycle club that her father and his business partners very much rivaled.

It had to be fate that night she met him at a club she hardly ever ventured to. Neither of them could have known who the other was, though it didn't take long -- not for him, anyway. They'd only exchanged a handful of words at the door, before he found her again towards the end of the night. His eyes roped her in, his hands did the rest. That night felt like ages ago, even if it had only been a mere handful of weeks.

Her frame, dressed in one of his white button down shirts and a pair of panties, once again stood from the barstool and sauntered over to him. Fingertips traced down his chest before she smiled and walked around him towards the fridge to see what was inside -- as if it would be different than what had been in there an hour and a half ago. "I can cook for us tonight... if you'd like..."

[mmriesoftvat]

impulsive might be an understatement in this situation, but there was no specific reasons as to why eden was doing what she did right now. perhaps it was something about them that drew her in ? or her instincts were flaring out of nowhere, but the urge to sink her fangs into them overpowered any rational thoughts. and that was exactly what she did. her teeth descended upon the skin, not harsh enough to bring forth the blood but certainly strong enough to leave a mark. she didn't look the least bit apologetic either despite having just bitten someone without warning. [ from eden to anyone you'd have deal with this menacing raccoon ! hjkhjk ]

he's not used to people actually BITING him, but he'll take it. eden, after all, is on friendly enough terms with the people he aligns himself with; he can't exactly hold much against her, not that he would anyway. that cause for potential drama is too beneath him; he has other things to worry over than the folks on the star rail express. they're all harmless enough anyway.

he tilts his head to the side to give her more biting room, barely lifting his eyes from his screen. though, kaminari DOES make an exaggerated moan, shifting his position so he's seated more comfortably.

"oh, oh, fantastic," he deadpans, now glancing up at her. the sting from the bite is felt, and of course the saliva that comes WITH it remains unwiped. but he's grinning at her, with a trace of mischievous fun in his gaze.

"whatever have i done to earn that?" kami asks eden. not deserve, but earn. "are you feeling some sort of way, or do you bite just to bite?" he doesn't feel any one way or another about it, but kami wouldn't MIND teasing her, just a touch. if playful behavior is on the table, he's more than happy to indulge. "cause if you want to use me as a teething ring, my neck is always open for you."