finalflight | DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[Yes, indeed. His fingers press in more deeply, as though seeking out tension points in her foot, rooting them out. And Henry pushes forward against the pressure of her wandering toes, which aid them in sinking in closer between his legs.]

Hm, and what about him?

[INNOCENT SLEEPING MUSHROOM CHILD IN HER LAP]

[ and she pushes back, bending her foot so the curve of the arch to her ankle almost cradles his groin. ]

First time I am meeting them, they bring me erotica and suggest you wish to sodomize me with vines.

[Almost, but not quite. What a tease she can be.]

Yes, but... [Unsure if he has a real argument against that.] It's not as though they really understood what they were doing, or what I wanted.

So why should this be different? Hm?

[ and yet, predictably, her face has begun to burn. ]

Because... [He bends forward even closer, just so she can see the way a brow jumps up.]

None of them were literal inches away while we were getting each other off.

They were! It was in our minds, but they were!

[He could argue that they were still farther away, planted in a nearby plot as they napped. Or that within the sanctuary of their own minds, it's not like they would have seen anything if they woke up, anyway.

Instead...]

Fair enough. I won't argue.

[If you're brave enough to do this with a mushroom son cuddled up next to you, girl, he won't judge.]

[ she is not. called out. her foot gently withdraws... she sips her tea. ]

[lol he thought so

Henry just smiles, leaning back again and releasing her foot as she retracts her other. He moves to stand.]

Let me take him to his siblings. Then I'll be right back.

[ at first, Sprezzatura's arm curls closer around the mushroom as it slumbers. hard to let go of something so earnestly and simply affectionate with her ]

Make sure they are not getting into mischief.

[He notes that reaction, but is wise enough in the moment not to say anything.

Step closer, dipping down to gently lift the little familiar up and into his arms. The mushroom son whines a little, but then goes back to sleep almost immediately — precisely like a small child would.]

They're too tired for any mischief right now. No promises for how they're feeling after their naps, though.

[One more smile, then he's wandering away to reunite the little guy with his siblings. Be right back!]

[ and so she's left alone with only her tea and the blanket on her lap. she also doesn't speak aloud the thoughts she has seeing how naturally he takes to lifting and holding the mushroom in his arms. how gentle he is. she knows the other side of the coin.

but... still...

she likes to see it.

siiiip. ]

[He’s always been good with kids. :)

He comes back just a couple of minutes later, mushroom-less. Henry settles down next to her, picking up the corner of her blanket and tugging it close. Time to share, girl.]

The others are fast asleep, too, just like I figured.

Where?

[ as she relinquishes the blanket. not only that, but adjusts herself to curl up against him. her tail loops the small of his back. ]

[He draws in close and loops and arm around her middle, careful not to jostle her if she's still nursing her tea.]

In the bedroom. Under the fort they made out of the sheets and some of your books.

[ he likes to hold. she's noticed that. like he wants to possess, or else just be close... so that she cannot help but recognize him there.

after a beat, she slides sideways to lay across her lap, tea balanced on her belly.

and then he says that. ]

With what?

[Possess, be near, be recognized. They're all so related to each other that they might as well be one complete desire that drives much of what he does.

That aside, he tries not to laugh at her reaction.]

Your books.

[He assumes that's her concern, rather than the sheets.]

Don't worry. Nothing's ruined. They're just stacked.