It wasn't like Yako hadn't become relatively adjusted to strange things happening to her since Neuro had unceremoniously pushed his way into her life.
But this--her back against plaster, gravity twisting reality into a dizzying whirl--was new. She was more surprised at first by the fact that nausea was absent than the fact that Neuro had decided he would find slithering up to the ceiling amusing and had taken her for the ride, but that didn't last long.
"What are you doing?" She hissed, grabbing at the wrists of black-gloved hands sliding up her thighs. Neuro ignored her, as usual, and bit her sharply on the shoulder as she persisted.
"This is interesting." He said mildly, body curling into an arch as he looked out the window. He didn't appear to be paying much attention to her at all, though that particular flavor of slow, sharp edged smile was becoming more and more familiar to her.
So she was less than surprised when his hands slid against her, flexing against the fabric of her panties and making her jerk. "Neuro." She hissed, voice hitching. "What if someone comes in?"
He pressed her against the ceiling, smile unreasonably full of teeth and eyes sleepy with predatory anticipation. "I'll kill them." He offered with obscene cheer, and she gasped out something incoherent in protest as his fingers flexed, humanity warped into edges sharp enough to tear through fabric.
"Shh." He purred, and slid up into her--a little too soon and a little too rough, but she clenched and shuddered around him and when she bit him on the shoulder to keep silent, he hissed a slow, dark laugh into her ear.
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