Blood On The Rocks (Catherine/Doku)

As he watched the fan slowly spinning. It was kind of mesmerizing, his head began rolling around in speed with the fan. However, his attention shifted feeling the woman sit on his lap. "Oh. That would be my thigh." He paused and watched the TV station change.

"O-" He thought about it as she sat on top of him, he was only an inch taller and was much more muscular so she was practically crushing him. That being said he was too relaxed to tell her to move. That being said why sit on him instead of the other side of the couch?

This felt better. He felt cold, at least compared to her, bright orange locks draping over the both of them as she lied her head on his chest... Though it sounded like she was crushing him. That wasn't intentional. She slowly rose up to look down at him, as if a rain of sunshine rested above him. Her fingers dug into the couch, her face bright red,

"..Would you hate me if I took my shirt off?"

Doku was kind of in shock for a moment as the woman lay on top of him. At first, it was a little painful, but he got used to it, a little relaxing as she now looked down upon him. He shook his head side of side.

"Probably not... no. Whya wana do dat?"

He would ask her momentarily before his attention was taken away from the fan, look at Catherine's eyes, then slowly his eyes wandered down.

That question wouldn't be answered, already unbuttoning her top. Beneath wouldn't be a blank canvas of pale skin like her face would suggest, but rather flesh marred and twisted by many walks, the most prominent of them being sizable burns in the vague shape of large, human hands. She still didn't look at him directly, her top draping her back as she'd remain sitting on his pelvis,

"...Promise not to hate me." Neither a request, nor a demand - perhaps a wish? The mess of sunshine towered over him, "...Am I ugly?"

It felt like the very air she breathed became heavier, harder to breathe with that question.

What the hell was he supposed to do in this situation? He would just kinda watch. Looking at Catherine like this was... interesting, seeing her in a different light. He would nod his head as she spoke up.

"Promise" He drunkenly held up his hand, putting all of his fingers down except for his pinkie. Was... he pinkie-promising her? "I know I joke around but." He hiccuped a little bit. "You're pretty-"

He was already terrible at talking to women, so this drunken state wasn't helping, but hey, it was the thought that counted.

"..Am I?"

She leaned back, then up, and back, sinking her back on top of his legs and onto the rest of the couch, lying her head on the arm and looking off at nothing else. She was pretty? He thought she was pretty? She squinted, then rolled her eyes, feeling all manner of things she couldn't explain,

"..Prove it, then. Prove... Y'aren't just sayin' bullshit..."

Don't mess this up Doku! You had a pretty girl right in front of you. As Catherine lay across him, he looked down at the woman nodding his head. He would take his hand and rub her hair if she allowed him.

"I have a thing for redheads..." His eyes locked on her long red hair. After a moment he would slowly look down at her chest. "and uh. Boobs are nice." Was that the right way to say that? He would look at her, she would likely feel his body heating up.

He would take his second hand and place it on her stomach, slowly, wanting to make sure she was fine with touching.

Her eyes were lifted aloft after daring the man to make truth of his words, tired eyes feeling as if they were lolling out of her skull. Those tattered pale arms were in her field of vision, a permanent reminder of her folly. Even now she felt the urge to vomit seeing them, her mind torn from that thought only by Doku's response, and then his touch. Like a horrid scratch on chalkboard, the sensation raked her nerves, before calming. She focused only on his words, her gaze meandering across everywhere but here. This didn't feel real anyways.

"...Is that all I am to you?" That storming gaze only grew gloomier as she'd suddenly sit up, and then with her own strength push herself on top of him, legs entwining behind him as she stared him in the face.

Honestly, it was a pain to try and prove all of this... regardless he did want to reassure Catherine. After all, he was just that kind of person, not wanting others to feel bad. However, before he could move his hands he would now be beneath the red-head, honestly seeing her in a much different light, more imposing. Though thinking about Catherine, it did make more sense she seemed like the type that would be on top.

"N-No. You know you look hot from this angle..."

Was that all he could say? Well, it was probably time to see what he could get away with. He placed a hand on her waist, before sitting up himself, putting himself even closer to the red-head.

"Yor a good friend..." With that, Doku would test his luck, slowly leaning in and going for a kiss, his body was warm and he was excited, though still nervous and curious about what this woman wanted.

Her gaze hung over her face, yet still refused his eyes even in such a compromising position. Her arms relaxed, draping loosely over and around his shoulders, orange locks spilling over her back like a curling waterfall in a sunset. This felt like a dream, she was far from herself, acting on her whims with little further thought. That pull into a kiss was just another excuse, feeling the cold of his lips as they met and exchanged, shoulders bunching to draw herself closer. The light sensation of a teasing bite was occasionally performed, and would continue to if the kiss wasn't broken.

Her weight was placed upon him, legs shifting back behind her as the two sank down, a hand squeezing one of his wrists while the other held onto his torso.