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Log; Complete
When; February 11th, morning
Rating; PG-13/R
Characters; Cirucci {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thunderwitch} & Rori {sister_servant}
Summary; Cirucci aims to bring her 'sister's' loyalty more towards Arrancar than Aizen himself, which... turns sexual, as usual with Cirucci, don't mind her.
Log;
Cirucci hummed softly to herself, lounging on her back, body bent over the edge of her bed and looking at the ceiling. She had returned to the area she kept in Aizen Sousuke's base for this, for speaking with her younger sister, the Numero, Rori. For it would be adventitious, to have her loyalty lie with the family stronger than with the master, at least in this City, where their master fell prey to emotions. The Privaron rolled over on to her stomach, eyeing the door to her domain. She preferred to live apart, in the buildings, but this was a better place, to put the younger Arrancar's mind at ease. In between her fingers Cirucci twirled a small hair pin, glittering in the glaring light of the place. Hmm... soon. She'd be here any minute now.
Her footsteps sounded in the empty halls, but they always had before, and she never let it bother her. It would be silly, if it did. Rori was pleased, but that pleasure was tempered by a sense of nervousness. She’d pleased her siblings, yes, but she took a great chance to do so. If Aizen-sama found out that she’d snuck the papers to Zaera-Polo… she’d be lucky to escape unscathed. It didn’t matter, though. For now, her family was happy with her.
She paused in front of the Privaron’s door, a little tense. Cirucci wished to see her, though, so she pushed the door open and walked into the room.
“Good evening, Privaron.”
"Ah~" Cirucci propped her chin on her hands, not rising from where she lay sprawled on her stomach on the bed she did not often use. Too hard, too square, and not nesty enough for her tastes, though it served it's intended purposes well enough. "Come in come in, dear sister." She motioned for Rori to come closer, smiling with painted lips. "I've a present for you."
Twin plaits of hair moved as Rori’s head tilted. Now, her wariness notched up one, but she moved closer; not stopping until she was standing in front of the bed. With her usual calm expression, she peered down at Cirucci. “A present? To what do I owe such kindness?”
“You made a good choice today, sister." A reference to Rori's agreement to find the papers on the science experiment she needed to get to Zaera-Polo. Cirucci finally sat up, holding in her white gloves hand the small hairclip. Delicately wrought of blackened silver with a faint red design etched into the metal. She opened her other hand to reveal its twin. "And, did I not tell you we should go shopping some time? You missed it, so I got these instead." Her face belied no hidden motives, and yet she knew she would be suspected of such. After all... what was an Arrancar without them?
The sight of the hairclips made Rori’s eyes widen a little. Gifts weren’t given often to them, and she’d never received anything during her time in Hueco Mundo. Things were so different in the City, and she still wasn’t used to it. “I had other things I was required to do.” Not thinking, she reached for the clips.
Cirucci smiled, a tad coyly, withdrawing her hands, clucking softly as if softly reprimanding. "I'll put them in your hair, sister." She murmured, scooting back on the bad and patting the space now on the edge in front of her.
Not expecting that, Rori just stared down for a moment, then turned and sat down. She never knew what to expect from Cirucci, and she found it happening more and more often the longer they remained in the city. “I’m glad the family is happier with me now…”
"As you should be, little sister." Cirucci sat up, moving closer, small hands gently working into the younger female's long black hair, straight, where her own was wavy, thinner were hers was thicker. Moving slowly, softly, she worked the Numero's hair down, running her fingers through it as she spoke, brushing it out a little, and neatly trimmed nails running against scalp and hair. "Are you acclimating well enough?"
The sensation of fingers in her hair soothed her, some odd flicker of memory reminding her of something… past. Before her current life. It took her long moments before she spoke, content to be in someone else’s presence other than her master’s. “… Well enough, I suppose. Still, I would prefer if Menori was here… it was pleasant to have someone to talk to while our duties were nothing more than waiting.”
"Your sister will surely join you soon." Cirucci murmured, finally satisfied the other girl's hair was satisfactory. Taking the delicate hairclips between her fingers, she began plaiting the locks of black once more into twin braids, something different that her usual style. "Until then, I am your sister as well, though surely I will never be as..." The Privaron paused for the word, fingers brushing against slim neck. "... close as you were with her." Of course, Cirucci had an alterior motive, that was true, but there was no reason not to cultivate loyalties. No reason at all.
The fingers against her neck made her swallow, trying to keep down the shiver they caused. Such things unnerved her. “… of course… we’re all family. Menori is just… different.”
"Of course." Cirucci smiled a little at the shiver. A good reaction. The nervous and hesitant ones were best, sometimes. "You two are so very close." The Privaron continued her ministrations with Rori's hair, pausing to run her fingers along the fragment of mask that graced the younger's left cheekbone. "Like mirror images, sometimes." For Menori's was on her right, and similar in appearance. Finally, however, she withdrew her hands from the Numero's hair, fingers creeping along her jaw to turn her head a little, smiling and admiring the clips. "Beautiful." She whispered.
She almost pulled away when the straying fingers slid along her mask’s remains, but time spent at Aizen-sama’s side had taught her how to keep such reactions to herself. “She was the first one I saw, besides Aizen-sama… we’ve never been apart this long.” When the fingers moved along her jaw, it tensed for an instant, then relaxed. If Cirucci had planned on some odd punishment or game, she already would’ve started at it. Her eyes moved to meet the Privaron’s as her head was turned. The moment she heard the compliment, however, the gaze dropped. “… ah… thank you.”
"The truth for you, dear sister." Cirucci's voice was low and sultry. It usually did have that latter quality to it, which was in her nature. Leaning closer, the older female brushed the younger's hair back a bit, a final arrangement. "Ah~" Suddenly recalling something, the Privaron smiled, though it held a tiny hint of cruelty. "... You wished to know what I planned with the human male, yes?~"
Glad to have something to focus on, Rori nodded a little; the movement slow. “You said seduction first, then pain for him.” Her expression, normally so blank, slid into one of dislike. “He’s a noisy one. He had the nerve to think an arrancar would go on a ‘date’ with him, even one as low as me. Disgusting.” The distaste was obvious in her voice.
"Mmhm, that's right." Her voice was a hum that reflected pleasure in that idea. "He is terribly annoying, and..." This was the cincher, for Cirucci anyway. "He is the 'student' of the cat-mortal Zaera-Polo keeps as his... plaything. His death would harm not only him, but her as well. Which is the best we can get, considering Zaera-Polo ordered me she would come to no harm, but I could kill the human." ... Which irked her. First Grimmjow warmed her off the peach. Zaera-Polo ordered her not to even deign speak with his pet, and Ulquiorra orders her the science experiment not be harmed. ... Vexing, irritating, and maddening.
Rori’s eyes narrowed. “Why do they insist on wasting time with lesser things? Consorting with shinigami trash was bad enough, but something… not from our world? And then protecting them all?” She looked away, disappointment and anger mingling in her thoughts. “Aizen-sama wouldn’t allow these things if he was as he should be. How do plan to go about this… pest extermination?”
"Good question." Cirucci smirked, folding her legs under her and smoothing down the poof of skirt the motion caused. "Well..." The Privaron halted, suddenly apprising the Numero in front of her with a critical eye. "You do know seduction, don't you, Rori?"
As loathe as she was to admit it, she didn’t know as much as some of the others. Cirucci, she knew, was an expert at it, but her own skills were quite lacking. “… not especially. My time in serving Aizen-sama didn’t call on such skills. I’ve never been used much for… such things.”
Cirucci frowned a bit, though it affected more of a pout in her full lips. She had been created of her own will, unlike the Numero and Espada. Ripped her mask from her own face, and only joined Aizen when he had approached her and the other Hollows who had been able to reach the ranks of Arrancar on their own. She had possessed no teacher, though she had taught. She had just... always known what she did. Cirucci didn't know if it was some fragment from her human life, but... most Arrancar kept to one vice of base instinct above all others, and hers had always been the carnal feel of flesh. "I will teach you." Cirucci said simply after a small stretch of silence, gauging Rori's reaction.
Rori’s head whipped around, hair settling back around her shoulders as her eyes went wide. “… teach me? How... I mean. Surely there are better things for you to do, Privaron.” She knew she could be called upon in that way to serve her stronger siblings, or Aizen-sama himself, but she’d always been pretty much left alone.
The older smiled. "No, I don't." And in actuality, she didn't have much to do. She lay with her brothers, she followed orders, riled the shinigami, dallied with others... but her purpose, and many other's, had been for the most part lost, leaving her terribly bored. And an amusing distraction presented itself in a manner most conducive to also endearance. "Besides." The Privaron leaned closer, until both their hair touched, black on black, to whisper in the younger's ear. "You act as though it would be such a bothersome task."
Silently, she wondered why she protested. Her own duties were almost nonexistent in the city. Aizen-sama didn’t actively require a bodyguard or messenger that often, and most of the time she was bored without the company of her sister there. Lost in her own thoughts, the whisper in her ear startled her, but she didn’t let herself jump in reaction. Instead, she stared straight ahead and murmured, “Not bothersome, just… unusual.”
"Unusual?~" Cirucci murmured in return, hands lightly coming to rest on the Numero's bare shoulders after dragging their way leisurely up her arms. "Well, the first lesson starts now, sister." Thin fingers brushed pale neck, voice steady and constant. "First, you must make contact physically. For most, take it slow at first... not too fast, or you'll scare them off. Now, with the human male, it will go much faster. But this works for most. Follow?~"
Rori nodded slowly, skin prickling under the touch. “… but why is it different for a human? They’re slow with everything they do…” Her mind was racing, trying to soak in as much of the Privaron’s words as possible.
“Most everything.” Cirucci whispered, voice low. “And humans will go slow, too, but this particular one is a virgin, it’s best to catch him off guard.” At that, the Privaron neatly flipped the smaller girl onto her back, straddling her waist in one quick motion and meeting her gaze. “Quick, sudden, just like that.” Her tone was educational, like a lecture. “And the most important lesson-“ She gently captured the younger’s lips with her own, leisurely, slow, hands roaming up her supple frame, finally pulling away mere inches. “Be sure to always keep your head, no matter the feel. Because when you lose it, your partner gains an advantage.”
The change in position takes Rori by surprise. Flat on her back, she peered up at her elder, mouth open to speak, only to find her lips suddenly occupied. Some odd sound rolled in her throat at the feel of hands along her body, only to escape when Cirucci moved away. She cracked her eyes open again, not realizing she’d closed them, and stared up at her. “… that would seem… difficult.”
"It is." Cirucci answered honestly, smiling, pleased at the small mewl of a noise she had elicited. Ah, but she hadn't lost her touch. It had been a while, since she'd had a pupil. "Only close your eyes once you've ensnared your partner." She pointed out. "Noise is good, unless your partner finds it noisome, in which case, you must learn how to silence yourself." Her hands continued to roam as she spoke, monitoring the younger's reactions. "And never show discomfort unless your partner wants to see you in pain."
Rori began to squirm a little under Cirucci’s hands, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she tried her best to listen in the face of such distraction. “There’s so much… to remember. Who… likes what, in the family?” She already knew Zaera-Polo’s predilection for causing pain, having seen Cirucci after time spent with him.
"Blushing is fine." Cirucci instructed, bending her neck to nip lightly at exposed throat, trying to instill the ability to keep a level head under such distraction. "Grimmjow doesn't have much to do, he just does his business and gets off, though he has a habit for touching the hole our chains left. He likes that, and doesn't like if you try to tease or draw anything out. It's sensitive~" Moving on, the Privaron's hands came to a rest on the younger's hip. "Zaera-Polo likes to make his partner beg and whine, writhe and moan." Her grip tightened slightly, enough that her nails left small grooves. "He likes to bite and cut, to see blood, and coat his hands in it. Don't be surprised if one moment you're enjoying yourself and then there's a hand through your shoulder." As she stated these facts as if they were the most mundane things in the world. "I've never tended to Ulquiorra, I suppose we ask the science experiment about that." "Il Forte is my personal favorite, so you needn't worry about him unless he specifically asks for you. If he does, just mind to keep your mouth shut, he likes it quiet, and be sure to stroke his..." Cirucci chuckled against Rori's skin. "... ego."
Distracting, it was, but Rori made sure to file the information away. One of the reasons she was a good messenger for their master was her good memory, after all. Her neck stretched under Cirucci’s ministrations, led by the base instinct all arrancar posses due to their hollow natures. Her breath had sped up a little, but the bite of nails brought her full attention back to the fore. “… I’ll be certain to remember that, but I’ll leave the stroking of Il Forte’s ego to you, unless requested otherwise.”
"Good girl." Cirucci murmured, backing off and sitting placidly, all trace of her moments earlier seduction gone, no flush, no muss. After all, she followed her own advice, and taking it slow was included. When taking female lovers this applied especially, let alone when it was mostly to bring someone over to the correct side. Pushing Rori too far would be disastrous. She'd need to... feel her out more. A smirk, at that thought. "They really are lovely." The Privaron looked to the younger's hair, giving by example how one must become business-like so quickly afterwards.
The instant Cirucci moved, so did she; sitting up in an easy motion. The quick change in the Privaron’s behavior was noted and filed away as well. The idea that someone would compliment her still shocked her a little, but she merely offered her elder a slight smile; a rare sight from the Numero. “Such words are kind to me. The gift is lovely. Thank you.”
"My pleasure, dear sister." Cirucci smiled, a turning in the corners of her painted lips. This should pan out nicely. Slipping into a stand, the Privaron bent at the waist to adjust her garters. "Well..." Her smile turned sadistic. "We have a fight to attend. Let us go."
Rating; PG-13/R
Characters; Cirucci {
thunderwitch} & Rori {sister_servant}Summary; Cirucci aims to bring her 'sister's' loyalty more towards Arrancar than Aizen himself, which... turns sexual, as usual with Cirucci, don't mind her.
Log;
Cirucci hummed softly to herself, lounging on her back, body bent over the edge of her bed and looking at the ceiling. She had returned to the area she kept in Aizen Sousuke's base for this, for speaking with her younger sister, the Numero, Rori. For it would be adventitious, to have her loyalty lie with the family stronger than with the master, at least in this City, where their master fell prey to emotions. The Privaron rolled over on to her stomach, eyeing the door to her domain. She preferred to live apart, in the buildings, but this was a better place, to put the younger Arrancar's mind at ease. In between her fingers Cirucci twirled a small hair pin, glittering in the glaring light of the place. Hmm... soon. She'd be here any minute now.
Her footsteps sounded in the empty halls, but they always had before, and she never let it bother her. It would be silly, if it did. Rori was pleased, but that pleasure was tempered by a sense of nervousness. She’d pleased her siblings, yes, but she took a great chance to do so. If Aizen-sama found out that she’d snuck the papers to Zaera-Polo… she’d be lucky to escape unscathed. It didn’t matter, though. For now, her family was happy with her.
She paused in front of the Privaron’s door, a little tense. Cirucci wished to see her, though, so she pushed the door open and walked into the room.
“Good evening, Privaron.”
"Ah~" Cirucci propped her chin on her hands, not rising from where she lay sprawled on her stomach on the bed she did not often use. Too hard, too square, and not nesty enough for her tastes, though it served it's intended purposes well enough. "Come in come in, dear sister." She motioned for Rori to come closer, smiling with painted lips. "I've a present for you."
Twin plaits of hair moved as Rori’s head tilted. Now, her wariness notched up one, but she moved closer; not stopping until she was standing in front of the bed. With her usual calm expression, she peered down at Cirucci. “A present? To what do I owe such kindness?”
“You made a good choice today, sister." A reference to Rori's agreement to find the papers on the science experiment she needed to get to Zaera-Polo. Cirucci finally sat up, holding in her white gloves hand the small hairclip. Delicately wrought of blackened silver with a faint red design etched into the metal. She opened her other hand to reveal its twin. "And, did I not tell you we should go shopping some time? You missed it, so I got these instead." Her face belied no hidden motives, and yet she knew she would be suspected of such. After all... what was an Arrancar without them?
The sight of the hairclips made Rori’s eyes widen a little. Gifts weren’t given often to them, and she’d never received anything during her time in Hueco Mundo. Things were so different in the City, and she still wasn’t used to it. “I had other things I was required to do.” Not thinking, she reached for the clips.
Cirucci smiled, a tad coyly, withdrawing her hands, clucking softly as if softly reprimanding. "I'll put them in your hair, sister." She murmured, scooting back on the bad and patting the space now on the edge in front of her.
Not expecting that, Rori just stared down for a moment, then turned and sat down. She never knew what to expect from Cirucci, and she found it happening more and more often the longer they remained in the city. “I’m glad the family is happier with me now…”
"As you should be, little sister." Cirucci sat up, moving closer, small hands gently working into the younger female's long black hair, straight, where her own was wavy, thinner were hers was thicker. Moving slowly, softly, she worked the Numero's hair down, running her fingers through it as she spoke, brushing it out a little, and neatly trimmed nails running against scalp and hair. "Are you acclimating well enough?"
The sensation of fingers in her hair soothed her, some odd flicker of memory reminding her of something… past. Before her current life. It took her long moments before she spoke, content to be in someone else’s presence other than her master’s. “… Well enough, I suppose. Still, I would prefer if Menori was here… it was pleasant to have someone to talk to while our duties were nothing more than waiting.”
"Your sister will surely join you soon." Cirucci murmured, finally satisfied the other girl's hair was satisfactory. Taking the delicate hairclips between her fingers, she began plaiting the locks of black once more into twin braids, something different that her usual style. "Until then, I am your sister as well, though surely I will never be as..." The Privaron paused for the word, fingers brushing against slim neck. "... close as you were with her." Of course, Cirucci had an alterior motive, that was true, but there was no reason not to cultivate loyalties. No reason at all.
The fingers against her neck made her swallow, trying to keep down the shiver they caused. Such things unnerved her. “… of course… we’re all family. Menori is just… different.”
"Of course." Cirucci smiled a little at the shiver. A good reaction. The nervous and hesitant ones were best, sometimes. "You two are so very close." The Privaron continued her ministrations with Rori's hair, pausing to run her fingers along the fragment of mask that graced the younger's left cheekbone. "Like mirror images, sometimes." For Menori's was on her right, and similar in appearance. Finally, however, she withdrew her hands from the Numero's hair, fingers creeping along her jaw to turn her head a little, smiling and admiring the clips. "Beautiful." She whispered.
She almost pulled away when the straying fingers slid along her mask’s remains, but time spent at Aizen-sama’s side had taught her how to keep such reactions to herself. “She was the first one I saw, besides Aizen-sama… we’ve never been apart this long.” When the fingers moved along her jaw, it tensed for an instant, then relaxed. If Cirucci had planned on some odd punishment or game, she already would’ve started at it. Her eyes moved to meet the Privaron’s as her head was turned. The moment she heard the compliment, however, the gaze dropped. “… ah… thank you.”
"The truth for you, dear sister." Cirucci's voice was low and sultry. It usually did have that latter quality to it, which was in her nature. Leaning closer, the older female brushed the younger's hair back a bit, a final arrangement. "Ah~" Suddenly recalling something, the Privaron smiled, though it held a tiny hint of cruelty. "... You wished to know what I planned with the human male, yes?~"
Glad to have something to focus on, Rori nodded a little; the movement slow. “You said seduction first, then pain for him.” Her expression, normally so blank, slid into one of dislike. “He’s a noisy one. He had the nerve to think an arrancar would go on a ‘date’ with him, even one as low as me. Disgusting.” The distaste was obvious in her voice.
"Mmhm, that's right." Her voice was a hum that reflected pleasure in that idea. "He is terribly annoying, and..." This was the cincher, for Cirucci anyway. "He is the 'student' of the cat-mortal Zaera-Polo keeps as his... plaything. His death would harm not only him, but her as well. Which is the best we can get, considering Zaera-Polo ordered me she would come to no harm, but I could kill the human." ... Which irked her. First Grimmjow warmed her off the peach. Zaera-Polo ordered her not to even deign speak with his pet, and Ulquiorra orders her the science experiment not be harmed. ... Vexing, irritating, and maddening.
Rori’s eyes narrowed. “Why do they insist on wasting time with lesser things? Consorting with shinigami trash was bad enough, but something… not from our world? And then protecting them all?” She looked away, disappointment and anger mingling in her thoughts. “Aizen-sama wouldn’t allow these things if he was as he should be. How do plan to go about this… pest extermination?”
"Good question." Cirucci smirked, folding her legs under her and smoothing down the poof of skirt the motion caused. "Well..." The Privaron halted, suddenly apprising the Numero in front of her with a critical eye. "You do know seduction, don't you, Rori?"
As loathe as she was to admit it, she didn’t know as much as some of the others. Cirucci, she knew, was an expert at it, but her own skills were quite lacking. “… not especially. My time in serving Aizen-sama didn’t call on such skills. I’ve never been used much for… such things.”
Cirucci frowned a bit, though it affected more of a pout in her full lips. She had been created of her own will, unlike the Numero and Espada. Ripped her mask from her own face, and only joined Aizen when he had approached her and the other Hollows who had been able to reach the ranks of Arrancar on their own. She had possessed no teacher, though she had taught. She had just... always known what she did. Cirucci didn't know if it was some fragment from her human life, but... most Arrancar kept to one vice of base instinct above all others, and hers had always been the carnal feel of flesh. "I will teach you." Cirucci said simply after a small stretch of silence, gauging Rori's reaction.
Rori’s head whipped around, hair settling back around her shoulders as her eyes went wide. “… teach me? How... I mean. Surely there are better things for you to do, Privaron.” She knew she could be called upon in that way to serve her stronger siblings, or Aizen-sama himself, but she’d always been pretty much left alone.
The older smiled. "No, I don't." And in actuality, she didn't have much to do. She lay with her brothers, she followed orders, riled the shinigami, dallied with others... but her purpose, and many other's, had been for the most part lost, leaving her terribly bored. And an amusing distraction presented itself in a manner most conducive to also endearance. "Besides." The Privaron leaned closer, until both their hair touched, black on black, to whisper in the younger's ear. "You act as though it would be such a bothersome task."
Silently, she wondered why she protested. Her own duties were almost nonexistent in the city. Aizen-sama didn’t actively require a bodyguard or messenger that often, and most of the time she was bored without the company of her sister there. Lost in her own thoughts, the whisper in her ear startled her, but she didn’t let herself jump in reaction. Instead, she stared straight ahead and murmured, “Not bothersome, just… unusual.”
"Unusual?~" Cirucci murmured in return, hands lightly coming to rest on the Numero's bare shoulders after dragging their way leisurely up her arms. "Well, the first lesson starts now, sister." Thin fingers brushed pale neck, voice steady and constant. "First, you must make contact physically. For most, take it slow at first... not too fast, or you'll scare them off. Now, with the human male, it will go much faster. But this works for most. Follow?~"
Rori nodded slowly, skin prickling under the touch. “… but why is it different for a human? They’re slow with everything they do…” Her mind was racing, trying to soak in as much of the Privaron’s words as possible.
“Most everything.” Cirucci whispered, voice low. “And humans will go slow, too, but this particular one is a virgin, it’s best to catch him off guard.” At that, the Privaron neatly flipped the smaller girl onto her back, straddling her waist in one quick motion and meeting her gaze. “Quick, sudden, just like that.” Her tone was educational, like a lecture. “And the most important lesson-“ She gently captured the younger’s lips with her own, leisurely, slow, hands roaming up her supple frame, finally pulling away mere inches. “Be sure to always keep your head, no matter the feel. Because when you lose it, your partner gains an advantage.”
The change in position takes Rori by surprise. Flat on her back, she peered up at her elder, mouth open to speak, only to find her lips suddenly occupied. Some odd sound rolled in her throat at the feel of hands along her body, only to escape when Cirucci moved away. She cracked her eyes open again, not realizing she’d closed them, and stared up at her. “… that would seem… difficult.”
"It is." Cirucci answered honestly, smiling, pleased at the small mewl of a noise she had elicited. Ah, but she hadn't lost her touch. It had been a while, since she'd had a pupil. "Only close your eyes once you've ensnared your partner." She pointed out. "Noise is good, unless your partner finds it noisome, in which case, you must learn how to silence yourself." Her hands continued to roam as she spoke, monitoring the younger's reactions. "And never show discomfort unless your partner wants to see you in pain."
Rori began to squirm a little under Cirucci’s hands, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she tried her best to listen in the face of such distraction. “There’s so much… to remember. Who… likes what, in the family?” She already knew Zaera-Polo’s predilection for causing pain, having seen Cirucci after time spent with him.
"Blushing is fine." Cirucci instructed, bending her neck to nip lightly at exposed throat, trying to instill the ability to keep a level head under such distraction. "Grimmjow doesn't have much to do, he just does his business and gets off, though he has a habit for touching the hole our chains left. He likes that, and doesn't like if you try to tease or draw anything out. It's sensitive~" Moving on, the Privaron's hands came to a rest on the younger's hip. "Zaera-Polo likes to make his partner beg and whine, writhe and moan." Her grip tightened slightly, enough that her nails left small grooves. "He likes to bite and cut, to see blood, and coat his hands in it. Don't be surprised if one moment you're enjoying yourself and then there's a hand through your shoulder." As she stated these facts as if they were the most mundane things in the world. "I've never tended to Ulquiorra, I suppose we ask the science experiment about that." "Il Forte is my personal favorite, so you needn't worry about him unless he specifically asks for you. If he does, just mind to keep your mouth shut, he likes it quiet, and be sure to stroke his..." Cirucci chuckled against Rori's skin. "... ego."
Distracting, it was, but Rori made sure to file the information away. One of the reasons she was a good messenger for their master was her good memory, after all. Her neck stretched under Cirucci’s ministrations, led by the base instinct all arrancar posses due to their hollow natures. Her breath had sped up a little, but the bite of nails brought her full attention back to the fore. “… I’ll be certain to remember that, but I’ll leave the stroking of Il Forte’s ego to you, unless requested otherwise.”
"Good girl." Cirucci murmured, backing off and sitting placidly, all trace of her moments earlier seduction gone, no flush, no muss. After all, she followed her own advice, and taking it slow was included. When taking female lovers this applied especially, let alone when it was mostly to bring someone over to the correct side. Pushing Rori too far would be disastrous. She'd need to... feel her out more. A smirk, at that thought. "They really are lovely." The Privaron looked to the younger's hair, giving by example how one must become business-like so quickly afterwards.
The instant Cirucci moved, so did she; sitting up in an easy motion. The quick change in the Privaron’s behavior was noted and filed away as well. The idea that someone would compliment her still shocked her a little, but she merely offered her elder a slight smile; a rare sight from the Numero. “Such words are kind to me. The gift is lovely. Thank you.”
"My pleasure, dear sister." Cirucci smiled, a turning in the corners of her painted lips. This should pan out nicely. Slipping into a stand, the Privaron bent at the waist to adjust her garters. "Well..." Her smile turned sadistic. "We have a fight to attend. Let us go."