Moonlight spills through the windows mounted upon the high walls, white against the cold stone floor. A shadow moves, deftly through the deserted halls, making no sounds. It's Shiroi, dressed... not in her usual clubbing outfit, for once, but a long robe. Silently she comes to a door, and pauses. Gently she sets a hand on the knob, and eases the door open. It does not squeak, nor groan, for the trickester has mastered the art of silencing squeaky doors. She steals into a single room, and spends, a moment, watching the boy occupying the lone bed, her ears listening to the sound of his breath.

Art of silencing squeaky doors: a vial of hinge grease, and sufficient care. No need to be so mysterious about it. ...Trei sleeps suprisingly heavily for such a supposedly seasoned adventurer. Or he seems to, at any rate. Folded motionlessly onto the far side of the bed, looking rather scrawny in just his trousers, and apparently wholly dead to the waking world. Must've had a long day.

Some people really likes to burst the bubbles of others, naming none. Shiroi drops down on all fours, and crosses the room to the bed, where she lifts the cover of the cover, climbs in, and settles over Treijan with a kiss on his mouth.

Treijan was awake all the time, obviously, as he betrays not the least shock. He waits until she's quite finished with her greeting to free an arm and adjust their position to something a little more mutually comfortable. "Good evening, Shiroi."

"Shh," Shiroi hushed, and covers his mouth with hers again, holding Treijan's face in one hand and holding herself up with the other. Her knees are spread and bent on both sides of Treijan's waist, and the small of her back is slightly arched under the cover.

There are worse situations to be in, he supposes. /Far/ worse, he's certain after another moment. Best to just go with it for now... Trei raises his hands to her sides, up, along, and around her, pulling her closer.

Slipping her hand from Treijan's face, Shiroi starts undoing the buttons on her robe. It parts quite easily, and she pushes it off of her shoulders, pressing her bare skin down against his, still cleaning his tonsil with her tongue. Rather inexperienced, he does seem... that's what's cute about him, she decides... That was, part of why she'd decided to come, wasn't it? ... less thinking... yes. Thinking's bad. As if to chase away certain thoughts, she doubles her efforts, exploring his mouth with hers, and her hip comes down to rest over Treijan's clothed groin, gyrating.

Well, hey. As much as part of him wants to complain that they barely know eachother, all the important bits are quite sure they know all they need to know. Inexperienced... yes. Although that's not /quite/ fair to him; after all, everyone in the realms is inexperienced compared to Shiroi, arguably. No matter, though. He learns quickly. His hands disentangle themselves from her robe, and come up again, lingering, this time. One hand finds a resting place at the small of her back, while the other trails upwards, slowly, past her shoulders, twining his fingers in her hair.

A cool object touches her chest as she leans down to press herself against Treijan. A sensation that is as familiar to her as her own skin. Her silver locket. It's been with her for quite some time... was she found with it? ... that's much too hard to remember, and remembering things is about the last thing she wants to do right now. What, is she hiding again? Is she distracting herself from something, after having exposed both another and herself of a life as living beings that aren't meant to be? What if she is? To hell with it all, here's a cute boy, who wouldn't know how to hurt another for pleasure if... if something, she doesn't care, and she'll enjoy this if it's the last thing that she enjoys. The night is dark, though, and perhaps no one would notice if a few tears escapes from her grasp. Loosening Trei's trousers, she slipped a hand down into his pants.

It's follow the leader, more or less... It's clear by now that she's happy enough with that. Even as her hand creeps southward, his is making a slow trip down and around. Taking the scenic route, so to speak. His other hand makes a trip back down along her side as well, and under, across her stomach. "You're...quite sure, are you?"

A series of giggles are his answer, it appears. Shiroi takes to nibbling on his collarbone, a hand spread out over his chest, while her other hand... well. Rest assured that it's quite busy.

Trei's experience at this point and beyond is almost wholly theoretical. It's not /fair/. How's he supposed to think with all that going on? Of course, he's /not/, but. His hand finds what it seeks, despite distractions, and begins a tentative (almost teasingly so) exploration.

A low string of giggle starts, and Shiroi closes her eyes, a low moan cutting off the giggles as Trei starts touching her. "You're so cute when you don't know what to do with yourself," comes out as her only comment, and she ducks down and tugs his trousers down... with her teeth.

"I'll do better next time?" Trei half-articulates. The time for talking is not now, however, /particularly/ not if she gets up to what it really appears she might be getting up to down there. Not that he's likely to have much of anything useful to say, anyways.

"If there is a next time, you mean," Shiroi murmured, her breath blowing on Treijan's arousal, and she takes it in her mouth, as expected. It's been quite a while since she's last done it, but it's almost like riding a bike. Once you've learned you never quite forget. She did live by it as a profession, after all... Never against her own will, of course, never... Suddenly she jerks her head up and away, a feral growl rumbling in her throat, and something akin to anger in her eyes. Reaching up, she climbs over Trei again, and gnaws on his shoulder. "'s try the real thing now," she groans, tasting his skin, with just the slightest hint of salt, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. And she positions her hips over his again, lowering herself down.

We have been over, I believe, Trei's overall reluctance, and the possibility that he might not be wholly comfortable with all of this so soon. However, there is definitely a time and place to raise concerns of that nature, and the place is not in bed, and the time is not now. He supposes he'll just have to deal with it. It's not so difficult, really... his body knows what to do, even if his mind is uncertain. So, just shut up and dance, more or less.

Somewhere admist the heavy breathing, moaning, groaning, Shiroi whispered beside Trei's ear. "You know, had you been less than receptive, this might count as me raping poor helpless you," she giggles. "And to imagine, you'd probably be believed too." And she sits up, and quickens her pace, almost as if she's just trying to get this over and done.

"Oh, /sure/," Trei fits words in where he can, "/entirely/ against my will. Re mem ber," he's reduced to monosyllables now, "it /was/ your i de a." Whee. No more talking now. There are /far/ more important things to concern him, such as how to fuse his entire skin with hers without losing the blanket.

Shiroi shuts up as well, and she circles Trei's neck with her arms, panting, her face buried against his shoulder as she rides him for good measure. And she groans, her breath quickening, faster and faster as she senses the heated tension between her legs building higher and higher, and she clamps down on a particularly loud moan, in both senses of the word, as she orgasms, making damn sure that Trei does so too.

As if there was ever any question. /Really/. It stuns him even that he was thinking of saying 'no'. He's still not thinking of saying anything. He loosens his hold slightly, generating a little seperation, and lifts her face to find her mouth with his.

"Hmphmm," was the noise that Shiroi generates as Trei's lips meets hers. "-ur 'learn'," comes from the breaks in their kiss, and she pushes him back down on the bed again, panting a little, still. After a while their lips separate, and she grins. "Entirely against your will, of course. After all, I did all the work while you just laid there... well, you did sit up, so I suppose you deserve a little credit."

Trei raises an accusatory finger. "That was your idea too, you'll note." He draws, and releases, a long breath. "...what am I arguing for? Tell me to shut up." Somehow, he can't escape the feeling that he's made an perfect fool of himself this evening. Harder still to escape is the feeling that he shouldn't care about it so much as he seems to.

A hand comes down over Trei's face and pushes him back into his pillow. "Shut up, and go back to sleep," Shiroi tells him, rather matter-of-factly, and slips out of the bed. Pulling the robe back up and around herself again, she opened the door, as quietly as before, and steps out of his room.

Trei would seem, in fact, to do just that, and just as quickly as he was ordered to. ...Well. That was a truly fascinating experience. Why did he pick /tonight/ to fail to lock his door? Not that it would've stopped her, granted, but he might have had some warning. Mmmmh. Blow the whole thing for a game of soldiers. He'll worry about it in the morning.