DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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.

[vecna]

[And yet all of his flattery is also 100 percent sincere.

Lifts his head up a little more so he does, indeed, have more leeway to look down at her.]

Hmm.

[velluminous]

[ she gazes up. ]

Hmm.

[vecna]

A work of art.

[velluminous]

[ lips twitch. he does know how to get her. ]

So beautiful you are afraid to touch?

[vecna]

[He’s had a bit of practice by now.]

More like… committing every detail to memory before I make a mess of it.

[Bold words. They’ve only been kissing.]

[velluminous]

[ she makes this face ]

Won't you?

[vecna]

Oh? I thought you just wanted to kiss for now.

[Teasing, naturally.]

[velluminous]

[velluminous]

Then why say this?

[vecna]

[Help. Cute.]

Because I want you to admit that the idea of doing a little more appeals to you.

[Kisses her again. Mwah.]

[velluminous]

[ against his lips, ] Always, it is appealing. Have I not been giving you enough attention, lapochka?

[vecna]

You give me plenty.

[He just always wants more.]

I'm just greedy. It's never enough.

[velluminous]

[ she sinks back into his lap and unravels the blanket from over their heads, unless he resists it. ]

You have all of me now.

[vecna]

[His powers tug the blankets back up to keep them aloft, and that’s how they’ll remain unless she really makes an effort to be rid of them.]

And I’d like to take advantage of that in the bed, but… [but their sons are in there, weep] …the loveseat will have to do.

[Is she still lying her head on his lap?]

[velluminous]

[ it is. she has settled back down, quiet and lazy. a crinkle of amusement in her eyes—he really wants the blanket up. ]

I am not having sex in our sitting room.

[vecna]

[It escalated to the notion of sex quite quickly, which amuses him. But it's not like he didn't have that... in mind, anyway.]

No? Why not? Who's going to know?

[velluminous]

Your little fungi, should they wake.

[vecna]

Oh, but they're so worn out. [They are in prime napping mode, those little mushrooms.] Or are you saying you'll wake them up?

[velluminous]

Oh, but you are eager today.

[ not an answer!!! ]

[vecna]

[It isn’t.]

I’ll take that as a “yes.”

[heh]

It doesn’t have to be sex, if you’re really that worried about being interrupted.

[velluminous]

Hrmph.

[vecna]

[Ma'am don't be all huffy at him. Echoes with a-]

Hm.

[And without much warning, his powers lift her up, and the blanket slides down to free them of their makeshift tent. If she allows for it, his telekinesis places her in his lap. Straddling.]

You don't agree?