[ the way he looks at her when he thinks she's engrossed in her study... how they slowly ensconce one another in bed, in their sleep... ]
... no, I do not think it. I think if I had not lifted my skirts for you first time, you would still be as you were then. It would not even occur to you.
[She's right, and it's a relief that she knows it. She could have never kissed him even once—though he'd hate to live in that reality—and Henry Creel would have eventually developed the same array of feelings for her. The depth and degree would have remained even if it took another path; after all, the river always finds the sea.]
Exactly. I still would have fallen in love with you. Being intimate is just one tiny, tiny fraction of how that love manifests. It's one fragment of an entire world you've opened for me, one I want to share with you.
[He will more than make up for how her parents deprived her. Henry will douse her in love and affection and ceaseless obsession until her cup runneth over.
Have they even made it to under the veranda? Maybe partly; maybe Henry's shoulders and back and hair still collect flakes of snow when she reaches up, and maybe she's sheltered. Doesn't matter. He bends down so she can loop her arms around him without issue.]
[ no. she can't, and won't. it feels good to have her ego fed in these little moments... and this, as generous as it is, will last her longer than anything before.
Takes it upon himself to just give her a real kiss on the lips, slow and warm, gathering snowflakes in his hair and lashes as he does. A bit of telepathy to file off the hard edges of her indignity-]
I'm just kidding. You can lick me anytime and anywhere you want. :)
[Yes, somehow the smiley face translates through his powers.]
Henry pays no attention to the young woman who passes by. He slips his arm around Sprezzatura again and nestles them both near the corner of the veranda itself, hidden away but not quite.]
[ it still has her pulse jumping in her throat, but she can manage a kiss. it's not so strange for some couples to kiss in public, here and there. but she can't shake the need to be discreet—tucking her face in close against him as though trying to hide it from anyone walking by. ]
[He allows it, lets her hide against him as though it were some great capital offense that they're sharing a kiss in public. Maybe for some, or even most, there would be a hint of self-consciousness between them. Henry Creel lost that a long, long time ago.
That said, there's no reason to rush. No need to hurry. Going straight to "lewd" instead of "sweet" would probably settle unwell for her, and Henry doesn't care to do it, anyway. Instead, his arms go straight around her again, drawing her close. Cuddling-kissing.
They are spared of anyone gawking at the sight. It's about what Henry expected; no one cares about two people kissing, tucked away near a shop, when they're all so busy going about their daily routines. Waterdeep, for as long as he's been here, has always struck him in that way.]
Mm, by the way... I have something for you when we get home.
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But I don’t want you think that this is all I find value in?
[Surely she doesn’t? Surely she realizes just how much of his world revolves around her, having nothing to do with sex? I.e. all of it.]
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... no, I do not think it. I think if I had not lifted my skirts for you first time, you would still be as you were then. It would not even occur to you.
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Exactly. I still would have fallen in love with you. Being intimate is just one tiny, tiny fraction of how that love manifests. It's one fragment of an entire world you've opened for me, one I want to share with you.
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her parents never gave her so much as an entire room's worth of love.
she reaches both arms up to loop around his neck. he'll have to bend lower so she can accomplish it. ]
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Have they even made it to under the veranda? Maybe partly; maybe Henry's shoulders and back and hair still collect flakes of snow when she reaches up, and maybe she's sheltered. Doesn't matter. He bends down so she can loop her arms around him without issue.]
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You are best thing about this city.
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Second best. I'm holding onto the first.
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But you can't convince me otherwise, either.
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probably because it feeds more than ego. ]
Bend over so I can lick you.
[ smooches HIS forehead. ]
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Sprezzatura… so very indecent, so soon.
[Bends forward. :) ]
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Takes it upon himself to just give her a real kiss on the lips, slow and warm, gathering snowflakes in his hair and lashes as he does. A bit of telepathy to file off the hard edges of her indignity-]
[Yes, somehow the smiley face translates through his powers.]
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Stop that!
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Stop what? Come on, let's get out of this snow.
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Humor me.
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[ and to that end, she also trots after him into the reprieve from the gentle snowfall. her heart is going a little bit faster now. ]
Every single day, it is humour Henry Creel his peculiarities.
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Oh? Then after this, we’ll do whatever you like. It’s only fair.
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[ little tailflick; she crosses her arms and glances aside as a young woman slips from the store and passes next to them on with her day. ]
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[Citation needed.
Henry pays no attention to the young woman who passes by. He slips his arm around Sprezzatura again and nestles them both near the corner of the veranda itself, hidden away but not quite.]
Anything to keep you happy.
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So, then...
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[He tilts her chin up to look at him, gentle.]
We’re just a couple enjoying themselves away from the crowd for now.
[Might as well start easy; no different from their time beneath the mistletoe. He dips down to kiss her.]
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That said, there's no reason to rush. No need to hurry. Going straight to "lewd" instead of "sweet" would probably settle unwell for her, and Henry doesn't care to do it, anyway. Instead, his arms go straight around her again, drawing her close. Cuddling-kissing.
They are spared of anyone gawking at the sight. It's about what Henry expected; no one cares about two people kissing, tucked away near a shop, when they're all so busy going about their daily routines. Waterdeep, for as long as he's been here, has always struck him in that way.]
Mm, by the way... I have something for you when we get home.
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