Hands slid over her as though they could not find a focus, like a starving man at a long-awaited feast. Jun's attention was here, then there, and it was difficult for Rei not to feel satisfied at his lack of focus. He had seemed so put together before, and even just moments ago had seemed more in control of his actions than this. It were as though the sight of her bare left him with too much to enjoy to measure himself in each place. For her own part, her fingers lightly scratched at his neck, running up against his head just past the hairline, her hips swaying again to push her rear back against him. The motion caused her to softly rub their bodies together, both a reward for having made her feel such physical and mental satisfaction, and an invitation.
The warm place where his lips had pressed radiated the memory of his touch, slightly wet and soft. She missed it, but didn't have to wait long for him to try again, the mix of sensations - vulnerability, excitement, ecstasy - returning with his voice. Her skirt hanging low, uncomfortable, off of one hip and revealing the line of her thong, the brush of lips and breath against her ear, the very words he spoke combined into one sensation in her slightly dizzy, ever more intoxicated state. The thought that she had drank too much passed her as the ghost of regret, there and gone in an instant, before her attention came for reply. Unfortunately, in that moment, she felt the sting of teeth clamping down on the sensitive tip of her ear, and she let out another soft sound, not quite a gasp, an inhalation accompanied by voice. The word moan often left one with the impression that the person making it was entirely pleased by whatever caused it, but in this instance it was much more, an expectation fulfilled, another slice of pain, and, yes, the ultimate decision that it was good. With the intake of breath, her chest rose again, and her fingers curled in to scratch a little harder against his neck, leaving faint red lines across it.
It took a moment for her eyes to go from wide to a slow blink, and Rei could answer again. "What can I say...? I'm a contradiction," she admitted with only a slight fuzziness in her voice to remind one that she was, in fact, inebriated. "Then again, there are different kinds of dolls," she mused with a tease of her own, deciding that if he failed to rip her skirt from her, it would just be a hassle. One hand dipped down to her waist, finding the zipper and pulling it down halfway. The garment sagged on her form, but didn't drop entirely, still caught on her hips. "Some can weather a little rough handling, but might give a few complaints," she continued, rubbing back against him once more and, with her skirt now loose, causing the fabric to twist a little, lowering with each movement until it was suddenly pooled around her on the floor. "Ultimately, though, they don't get to decide how they're handled. Right?"
She was pushing buttons that, based on her drunken appraisal, might be enticing to Jun. She was surprised to find that they were attractive to her, too, and if she'd been in a more introspective state she might realize that she'd never really felt that way. She'd played the part, and understood that a role as kunoichi could be to seduce someone with that type of predilection, but it had never been something she was active in. She'd always felt too in control of a situation, too sure of herself and clear in her mission to sink into that role. Jun's more unpredictable nature, the feeling that he might turn violent, that he intended her harm, lingered even if he didn't have any such intention. It was more serious, and experiencing him this way demanded she be vulnerable. Despite herself, she liked it.