DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

(( when the sun sets, we're both the same ))

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[velluminous]

[ she hums and stretches herself out across his lap, her teacup balanced on her belly, in hand. ]

They are having right idea.

[vecna]

Oh?

[As he looks down at her while she stretches across his lap, there’s the faint sense of his telekinesis keeping that cup steady, too. Just in case.]

Don’t tell me you want to sleep right now.

[velluminous]

Tell me better place for it.

[ if he's helping! then she will happily wriggle about to find a comfortable spot to rest her head. she's gentle, though. ]

What nice view.

[vecna]

[His lap is as comfortable as any other spot! If she’s abandoned her tea completely, he’ll float it over to join its (relatively untouched) brethren nearby.]

Not as nice as mine.

[velluminous]

[ her dwink🥺 ]

No, never. You look upon me, after all.

[vecna]

[She can worry about her dwinky later]

And there can be nothing or no one better to look at. Plus, this…

[His powers playfully lift the blanket up and over his head; like this, angled over her, it’s like they share a private little tent.]

…is a view reserved just for me.

[velluminous]

[ this is so silly, so almost-cute, almost-ridiculous, that she huffs a throaty, raspy laugh. horns are still sticking out, she can feel the cooler air on them. ]

Oh, they are really taking after you after all.

[vecna]

[It is silly, but a part of him (and the part that only she really gets to see) is just sincerely that way. Sometimes.]

With one big difference, though.

[velluminous]

[ gravely: ] Your hair.

[vecna]

[That catches him completely off-guard, and he laughs.]

What? No.

[velluminous]

So, two things then.

[vecna]

Fine. My hair... and the fact that I'm not sleepy at all.

[velluminous]

[ she loves that smile. reaches up to play with the curve of his cheek and jaw. ]

Not even after all that?

[vecna]

[Her touch is always welcome.]

A little snowball fight? I know I don't look it, but it takes more than just that to wear me out.

[man stuck in the upside down for many years]

[velluminous]

Oh, so tireless. So relentless.

[vecna]

Mm-hm. Knowing that, are you still wanting to only nap?

[velluminous]

[ her hand drifts down to rest flat on his chest. ]

I want to kiss.

[vecna]

[What a coincidence, he does, too. Henry leans in close enough to brush his lips against hers.]

Mm. That’s all?

[velluminous]

[ darts her tongue out to lick at his lip, just once. starting to sit up, curl close in the tent the blanket makes.

conceding: ] For now.

[vecna]

[He'll accept that concession for what it is.

No reply as she tries to sit up; he seals his mouth against hers. A kiss, she'll receive — even if it does impede her ability to straighten, which is fine by him, too. He wouldn't mind kissing her while she's lying down on his lap.]

[velluminous]

[ mmh. he tastes good, she thinks as her eyes flutter shut and her lips part for him. and he smells... good. and the warmth coming off him, while not as intense as her own, is good, too.

threading her fingers into that soft, pretty hair of his, right at the nape, and holds him like that. nothing else, then, but the sounds of their breathing and kissing. ]

[vecna]

[He doesn't care what anyone says, or even her own opinion on the matter — he associates her vaguely sulfuric skin scent with comfort. To him, she smells good, too, and it intermingles with the still-present aroma of freshly brewed tea, adding an exoticism to what's become a familiar scent.

Being enveloped by it, covered by the blanket, kissing her like this... It's really the embodiment of being happy. An emotion trapped behind a locked door that only she'd been able to unlock for him after all these years.

He could stay like this forever.

Henry kisses her gently but deeply, breaking it only briefly for a breath; and even then, he kisses the corner of her mouth, lips bent into a smile. Blurts out his thought-]

You smell nice.

[velluminous]

[ half-lidded, her lips twitching in a wordless smile. only he would think that. all those years, perfuming the room to hide what she is. she has never been ashamed to be tiefling, but the smell sometimes brought her close.

another kiss. she skims her tongue along the edges of his, and his lips. smiling. this is as whimsical as she gets, sometimes.

murmurs, ] Breathe while you kiss me. Don't pull away.

[vecna]

[Even the smallest touch of whimsy is notable coming from Sprezzatura. And he takes her suggestion to underline the more obvious: more kissing, less interruption.]

Maybe I want to look at your face on occasion, too.

[velluminous]

[ he's good. ]

Then look.