C'mon Set the Tone

[Rob Snow]

"Seriously," Rob replied, purposefully deepening his voice, "and of course I'm dangerous. Your innocence is in danger just being in my vicinity," he extended his hand, fingers splayed, and circled it slightly, just to indicate what vicinity he was referring to. He could see the smirk and returned it with another of his winks.

And onward: "Ah, well, I make no promises. You forced my hand and gave me no time to prepare or practice," Rob insisted as they joked. They were already close to a building and Rob directed them to head inside. "So I'm pretty well improvising right now, and I've only got so many years of doing that. I don't," he touched a hand to his chest, "play jazz."

Her next comments had him chuckling. He turned, hand still on her, walking backward now, even bending down slightly. "Well, do you really need me to tell you something you already know?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. "Or would you rather hear me point out that in addition to being shaped in the sort of way that makes men walk backwards, you also happen to be overly charming and--hold on a bit," he turned to alter their course, remembering the direction (and also checking a sign as they walked by), "and far too witty," the smell of chlorine was already starting to fill the air, increasing with each step. "Though really, how daring do you think you're capable of being?" he raised his brows, at least falling silent enough to let her get some words in edgewise now.

[Rachel Jacobs]

Rachel laughed. "My innocence?" She repeated the word in a mocked scoff. "I think your innocence is in more danger here than mine." Oh, he had no idea, did he? Maybe it was some kind of macho sentiment to think she was some sort of pure girl. Well, it'd been a joke, that much she could figure, but she wondered if he thought there was some truth behind it.

No promises. Improvising. Rachel widely grinned at that. "I'm sure you've charmed enough ladies with such improvising." She answered, moving along as he guided her, "But if you asked me, that's too much trouble." She nibbled on her lower lip again, wondering if she'd have to be more explicit. Oh, what the hell. "You could have me now if you just asked." Would be less trouble too, but he seemed to like that trouble. Well, she could play along. At least it was fun.

Rachel jumped slightly when he changed positions and laughed, nibbling on her tongue between her teeth playfully. No, she didn't need to hear him say something like that, her confidence gave away as much. Making him walk backwards was plenty more fun and different from any other compliment she'd heard before. And-- Wait, changing directions. She laughed again, shaking her head. He was going to get lost walking like that. She felt the chlorine in her nose and grinned widely. Oh, far too witty. "Oh, I like that one." She said in a low voice, taking a step closer to him. If they hadn't been walking she would've kissed him for it. Most men focused on looks, but it seemed he preferred the play. And she so liked that.

How daring was she? "Well," She whispered, moving a hand up and caressing his cheek again. "Was that a challenge I heard?" She wondered, a smile already breaking her expression, "I'm not even sure you can keep up." She bit on her lower lip again, thinking for a moment and then moved up suddenly, quickly pecking his lips and then speaking again. "Care to try?" She giggled as she moved away, pushing him slightly so she could part from him. She already knew where he'd been taking her and she walked backwards, staring at him with a wide grin, pushing her shoes away with her feet. Oh, she could be daring alright. Could he?

[Rob Snow]

Rob just had to smile all the wider as Rachel teasingly suggested that he'd seduced a few females with such antics. He didn't think he needed to expand on that. And, oh look, more lib nibbling. Did she do that on purpose? He was so going to have to ask at some point. For now, he let his smile fall slightly.

"I could, but it's more fun to play a bit," he responded. He was tempted to throw something out about how she was worth more than that or something along those lines, but he knew better. Rachel wanted him because she thought he was attractive and wanted a good roll. He wasn't looking to psychoanalyze that or pretend there was anything more than two attractive, flirty people looking for a way to consummate the attractive flirtation.

A step closer, and Rob was very tempted to say to hell with the plan and stumble into a locker room. While it might not have been his first "seduction," as Rachel had pointed out earlier, it was his first time experiencing her.

The challenge got an eyebrow bounce. "That's the plan, luv," he said, moving forward. He walked around her shoes, pausing only a moment to knock his own off. He waited till they entered the door of the pool before setting the guitar down. "Ta da," he said, as if she hadn't already figured it. There were a few young ones already there, and Rob nodded. "Figured that might be a thing," he looked at her, "wouldn't want to ruin women for the rest of their young lives. One look at you in the state I'm going to put you in and they'll never be able to compare," he gave her another wink before scurrying forward. "Sorry, it's adult swim," he insisted, gesturing with his head. "Plus, I'm obviously trying to impress the ridiculously hot brunette, so if you could all," he gestured, "help with that, I'd owe you one."

[Rachel Jacobs]

And there it was. He wanted to play. Rachel sighed and ended it with a smile. Fine, then. Not like they weren't going to get to the good part later. It made her wonder if this was how he operated with other women. Flirt, play, and then bang. As if that wasn't obvious. Well, this wasn't her normal thing and she was pretty sure he could tell. She was more used to men approaching her with a smile and a very romantic 'Wanna bang?' and she would very well agree if she was bored enough. So this was different, but not at all unwelcome. So she challenged back and he seemed to be into it, following her steps into the pool. And she just couldn't stop smiling all the way. All the way until she turned and saw they weren't the first ones there, which promptly put an end to her smile.

"Oh, come on." She complained, but then his words brought another smile to her face. "I'm looking forward to that." She said, with a smirk, "But I'm not sure what we can do about the witnesses." He scurried away, leaving her behind with raised eyebrows and an inquisitive look. What was he telling those people now? Probably something about getting lost. That's what she'd do anyway. Well, up to him to see if that worked, really.

[Rob Snow]

Rob waited for a few moments, but the whole natural charm thing worked wonders, as did his comments and the fact that the kids in there had been around for a while. They were already exiting, though at least one boy had to pause and crane his neck to look at Rachel on the way out.

"You're totally right dude!" he yelled to Rob as he headed toward the locker room. he pointed at Rachel. "She's ridic hot!" and then he was into the locker room, his friend already giggling.

Rob looked at Rachel and offered a shrug. "Kids say the darndest things," he said, before reaching the hands down. In one quick motion, he pulled the shirt off, walking forward. He reached a hand out to the side, shirt in it, and dropped, before coming to a stop just in front of her. "Figured that we might as well take advantage of the whole being wet business," he said, nodding a few times. He leaned forward, bringing his face close, lips within inches, before ducking around her. "And I'm gonna rig this so we don't get as many visitors, though," he turned, "I do suppose there's nothing wrong with getting busted for shagging in a pool..."

[Rachel Jacobs]

Oh, they were leaving. Rachel smiled and waved at them goodbye as they moved along, impressed that Rob could pull that one off. He was that charming then? She was still curious about what he'd told them. Okay, curiosity satiated. She laughed loudly as the guy yelled that at them, bending at the hilarity of it all. Oh, busted! She grinned at Rob as he turned, nodding. "Oh yeah." She replied, "The KID said that." Yup, she totally believed that one.

He approached her and she nibbled on her lower lip again. Was he going to kiss her now? Woah, getting close. "And I'm truly very wet." She added with a grin, obviously trying to tease him with innuendo. She almost took a step back but leaned forward as he did too, expecting him to finally kiss her after all that teasing, closing her eyes and all, fully expecting it. And nope. She smiled again, shaking her head and opening her eyes. He was such a tease. Wasn't that her role?

Rachel grinned as he moved to the door. "If the locked door and the shoes outside won't keep others at bay, you can always hang a sock on the door." Or some place else if he kept teasing her like that. She took a step to the pool, sending him a wink over her shoulder as she walked over. This place seemed bigger without people, quiet too. The perfect place to get to know someone in more ways than what she was hoping for. The girl sat by the pool, placing her bare feet inside, and patted the spot next to her, sending Rob a grin, expecting him to follow and sit next to her.

"Is now the moment we start the-" What had he said? "Shagging?" She wondered, still grinning, "I'm still waiting for something exciting to happen." She shrugged. Maybe she was expecting too much from this. At least a kiss would've been nice.

[Rob Snow]

The sexual innuendo had Rob chuckling yet again, mostly because Rachel kept proving that flirtatious witty comment he'd made earlier all the more accurate. And yes, he did thoroughly enjoy teasing her: all part of the fun. Though parts of him were definitely urging him to get to the more fun parts.

He did pause by the door, nodding. "Not a bad plan," he said, pulling a sock off. he held it up for Rachel to see, then stuck his shaggy head out the door, put it around one of the handles, and stuck his head back in. Rachel head already moved toward the pool by then, and Rob watched as she moved close.

"So," he said, lowering his head slightly and tilting it to the side, "taking you to the pool, kicking all the wee ones out," he pointed toward the door, "stripping down to m'jeans, that's all not exciting?" He had to pause, before reaching down and unzipping the pants. "Clearly, you have never tried to skinny dip before, your highness," he said. "You've got until I get these pants off to get down to whatever you want to get wet," he looked up at her, his expression feigning severity, "because then I'm throwing your hot ass in."

[Rachel Jacobs]

Rachel laughed as he pulled his sock out. If a teacher saw that they would be in big trouble. Oh, how she liked trouble! Okay, this was getting more exciting every second, especially now that he was shirtless. Not that exciting.

"It's getting there." She said, still sitting by the pool, not really doing the same as he. She'd never tried skinny dipping before? "Not here." She said, turning to the pool and splashing her feet around as he unzipped his pants. She bit on her lower lip as she stared at him, waiting for him to undress. She had to admit, skinny dipping and sex in a pool was far more exciting than behind some tall bushes. At least, it would be more comfortable.

He kept teasing and she grinned at his next words. He had some really sexy accent. "Are you threatening your princess now?" She asked in mocked indignation, "I could have your head for it." She added, "But I can't tell which one I'll have first." But he'd made a threat and she laughed, turning to unbutton her shirt, just to follow suit and not leaving hanging. At least now that he was shirtless she could see his tattoos better and again she was bitting her lip. Some gestures were really difficult to control. Off with her shirt then, and she tossed it carelessly to a corner. She stood them, smiling at him as she figured she could shock him again.

"What if you can't?" She asked, standing there curiously. "What if I do it myself and-" She hovered a feet back, as if taking a step into the pool and- "Ah!" She stood there, hovering over the pool, holding one of her barriers under her feet, small enough to stand on it, though she was sure any shock would make her lose it. "How about that!" She said in mocked shock, looking down at her feet, as if she was walking on the water, though it was obvious there was something there, keeping her standing. "I might not be able to heal but I can keep myself from getting wet." She winked at him and smiled, "Now,. what to do?" She pouted mockingly, "You'll have to try harder to get me... wet." Ah, wordplay. That was always fun.

[Rob Snow]

Getting there. Well, his pants were coming off and that usually meant fun times as far as Rob was concerned. He was tempted to point that out explicitly, but he could already see Rachel giving him a few looks as it was. She soon followed with a few words.

"Ah, but I wouldn't be nearly as much use to you without one of my heads," Rob had to point out. He finished getting the zipper off and started working the pants down. They were wet and a little clingy, but he could manage well enough. The boxers he wore underneath just happened to be rather plain plaid ones with various colors. Wasn't as though he figured he'd end up in a barricaded pool with a hot girl that day.

Rob didn't look ripped or anything: he looked a little fit, like a guy who paid attention and took some care to his body but was more focused on other things. He also had a bit of soft orange hair covering his body in curls here and there. Though it did seem as though he limited the tattooing to his arms for the most part.

Rachel moved, heading over the pool. Rob watched, half expecting her to just fall in. But ah, right: the fields. She stood there, and Rob walked forward. "Well, I can think of a few things," he suggested, nodding. He reached up, hand moving slowly...

...and began tickling her around her stomach.

[Rachel Jacobs]

Rachel laughed, "Depends on where I cut it." What a grim joke, but it was sort of truth. Besides, she HAD to say something, else he would win or something. Never mind, because she was the winner in this. She let her eyes roam as he undressed and took no care in hiding. He had slight red hair all over, fun. She licked her lips in anticipation. Oh, why hadn't he kissed her already? It would've been far less stressful than now if he had. He truly was a tease and she was so losing the battle now. She was shirtless, in front of him, wearing pants and a black bra and she was the one checking him out. Had it really been that long? Pffft. Not at all. Just, she hadn't really been with a red head before. Maybe that was it. "Nice boxers." She couldn't help but comment on it, grinning up at him, forcing to move her eyes to his face. At least undressing and pretending to walk on water was distracting her enough from him.

The girl stood on her barrier above the water, feeling victorious for a moment. He approached and her smile grew wider. Oh, a hand was up and she tried her best not to lose control of her barrier. He was going to touch her then? She closed her eyes, still smiling, expecting- Not that. "No- Do- GAHWWWRRR!" Of course she fell. Of course the moment he tickled her she lost her concentration and fell to the water and out went her head, coughing loudly as her locks now clung to her face.

"Asshole!" She yelped out, moving the hair away from him, pouting and glaring. That had not been funny at all! "Are you trying to drown me?" She asked, still pouting, "Because that kind of gets in the way of what I was expecting to do with you."

[Rob Snow]

Rob watched as Rachel fell. He couldn't help but laugh, but he also wanted to make sure that she hadn't hurt herself or anything like that. Rendering a girl unconscious generally stopped any fun times from happening after the fact (at least they did for any decent guy, and Rob at least tried to be semi-decent, even if he did go a little overboard at times).

But Rachel came up sputtering and parting hair. Rob wasted no time in sliding into the water, letting her deal with her hair and out and glare. He waited while she finished up, moving forward with each word, remaining quiet. He was tempted to point out that this was why sneaking off and having fun was better, though he had a feeling that she'd probably end up smacking him.

Hell, he figured he'd get smacked for what was going to do next. He casually extended a hand, snagged a belt loop, and pulled Rachel to him, tight enough to press against her. Reaching up, he moved some hair out of the way of her face. "I did warn you," he said, before moving in to kiss her yet again.

[Rachel Jacobs]

He laughed! The ginger bastard laughed! She kept glaring though, spluttering out water. Oh, yeah. So sexy now, with her breath smelling like chlorine. He was in the water now, swimming towards her. "Don't-" He pulled her and she was pressed flat against him. It was hard to stay mad when he was doing this. She closed her eyes as he removed the hair she'd left on her face. Oh she was so pissed! She pressed her lips in a tight line as he talked, glaring at him, raising her hands in little fists, prepared to hit him. If he wasn't that cute she would- Her eyes widened as he kissed her. Finally. Properly this time too. So she sighed against him, and her fists broke as she pulled him closer, running her fingers through his hair. Mmm, yes. This was what she'd been expecting since he started singing. She knew his gold tongue would serve for other purposes as well. Oh, and she was just starting. But first, a bit or revenge. So she squeezed her hands on his hair, pulling at it and bit on his lower lip hard, but not so much she'd draw blood. She kept this for an extra second and then parted, smirking at him.

"You know that I have to punish you, right?" She said in a breathless voice. Damn. He'd really worked her up. "This is no way to treat a princess." She had no way of using force though. He was much bigger than her. But she had her ways. So she moved back from him, pressing against his chest to get some distance between them.

"Help me out of these pants?" She asked with a smirk, staring up at him. "I can't do it alone." She moved to the edge of the pool and used her hands to hold herself up as she stretched her legs out at him, hoping to get some help.

[Rob Snow]

Was there anything hotter than a girl who both wanted you and was pissed at you at the same time and wasn't sure which she wanted to go through with? Rob could only smile as Rachel pressed lips to a tight line and started tensing. If he got hit, it would totally be worth it. He knew that even before his lips drew against hers.

Instead, their mouths were opening and the kiss they'd been building toward since he'd sung to her started to come out. Rob could feel a bit of tongue sliding in, his own skilled one moving to dash against hers. Hands went to his wet hair, while his own remained around those loops, not quite wanting to give Rachel room to escape just yet.

A squeeze, a pull, a bite, and Rob felt them pulling back, saw the smirk. He responded with raised brows. "Expected nothing less," he said lightly, moving a hand up to feel at his lip slightly. "And we know that this is just the perfect way to treat a princess."

She pushed back; he moved, willing to go along with the dance. He'd taken some of the control from Rachel and he knew it was time to start giving some of that back. Someone who called herself a princess and acted that confident needed to be allowed to take the reins too. Especially if she did that to a set of lips.

"As your highness commands," Rob said with a slight bow before moving forward. He moved to grab at the edge of her pants, again wanting to give her room. If she wanted him further, she could do it. Instead, he pulled, tugging, getting ready to see if she looked as hot without pants as he strongly suspected.

[Rachel Jacobs]

"How insolent." She replied back, her smirk widening into a full smile, "Are you trying to make things worse for you, minstrel?" She was digging the roleplay they had going. A princess and a minstrel. How quaint. In a pool. Okay, that was slightly less quaint but still charming in it's own way. "Or is it you enjoy being punished." She bit on her lower lip at the thought. Maybe he did, in which case things would get really interesting. But for now- pants.

He moved along and she was actually pleased that he was willing to give her something. Rachel wouldn't feel comfortable around someone forceful, not when she liked being in control so much. So he did as he was told, pulling on her pants and she laughed when they stuck to her skin, too wet to be removed without struggle. "These skinny jeans." She said, shaking her head, "If only you guys knew the pain we go through to be hot." And there he was, being all hot and without trying too.

Once she was released from them she managed to lower her legs back into the water, smiling lazily at him as she leaned back against the edge of the pool. "Well," She said, "What do you think?" She chuckled, pushing against the edge then and floating towards him slowly. The water was doing its job to keep her concealed enough, reaching her shoulders, so she figured the torture could still happen. She was swimming in front of him then, smiling in silence and then, without removing her eyes from his, she resumed to take off the last pieces of clothing.

"Ah, eyes up here." She ordered, letting her clothes float aimlessly on the pool. She kept herself hidden under the water, just letting her head out. "You wouldn't be as indecent as to see a naked princess without her permission, would you?" Her smile grew wider. He wouldn't, right? This was the part she often used to measure a guy, and why she always found thrill in her escapades. How decent would the guy be now? She'd had her share of assholes already, those who were forceful, trying to move things along, but those were few in comparison of the nice ones. So she moved her hands, resting them on his waist, moving closer but not quite enough to let their bodies touch. He was so going to regret getting her wet before.

[Rob Snow]

"Depends on the punishment," Rob replied airily enough. There was the whole matter of pants though. He had to let out another little chuckle at the mention of the skinny jeans. Yeah, he'd heard about that particular struggle before. He sometimes wondered how the girls even fit into them, especially when he had to work to help them peel it off.

Though such thoughts were fluttering away as he got to view what lay underneath said pants for the first time. Rachel didn't let him look long before sliding into the water. "A form to right songs about," Rob replied quickly enough. his tongue knew how to operate even when most of his blood was flowing to other areas of his body. The water only did so much to stave that off, and it wasn't helping that he was getting to see bits of clothing floating above the pool.

"Yes your highness," he replied at the order, pulling his head up almost with a snap. "Though you could hardly blame me for wanting to look. Not every day a minstrel sees a princess without her royal garb." Hands went to his waist: he could feel them pulling their bodies close. He moved his own arms to her sides, resting, moving along. He had the feeling that she wanted to draw it out, though that wasn't going to stop him from going in for another kiss.