DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[velluminous]

[ ...leans in, kisses his cheek. and a little nibble, there, too. ahh, her Henry. she still hasn't fully recovered from her doldrums, but after a beat, she pushes herself up to properly sit, then kneel, and cup his opposite cheek. her mouth travels to his ear. warm exhales drift down his jaw. ]

Make yourself pretty in front of mirror for me.

[ because here, in their beloved but cramped home, the mirror lives. in the corner of the room, half-obscured, ornate brass frame and age-speckled glass. it faces the bed. of course it does. ]

[vecna]

[Of course it does. By now, he is well aware of how she likes to use it on occasion, and today seems like one of those days. What a shame to pull himself away from those kisses, though, and those words caressing down his jawline.]

Oh, Ms Vaux wants to watch today...

[Yet not pulling away just yet. Is the bed pretty close to the mirror? He's just going to remain on the bed, right.]

[velluminous]

[ oh, yes. there's room to cross the room between the bed and the mirror, but it's a close thing. and moreover, it's a large thing; he doesn't need to leave the bed to get a perfect view. this is the entire point. ]

I always want watching.

[vecna]

So, then...

[If it's close, then he will simply scoot closer to the side of the bed the mirror is nearest, tucking his legs under him in a sit-kneel. He watches her form from their reflections, mostly uninterested in his own for now, despite his reply.]

Ms Vaux wants me to watch us today, too.

[velluminous]

Mmhm.

[ she turns and flops over the edge of the bed to rummage beneath, and for a minute at least there's only the view of her bottom and her legs in the mirror while she does so. ]

[vecna]

[What a nice view.

Gently, in that teasing sort of way, baps her butt with his telekinesis. Hehe.]

[velluminous]

[ mischief-maker! pushes herself up on one elbow and gives him this look. ]

What was that.

[vecna]

[There is practically a halo encircling his head.]

What was what?

[velluminous]

[ fwips the harness at him.

it is warm, warn straps of soft leather and will not hurt. ]

[vecna]

Ow.

[In a “that didn’t really hurt” kind of way.]

Now, what’s that for?

[velluminous]

What was what for?

[vecna]

You’re picking on me for no reason at all. [ :) ]

[velluminous]

Stop smiling! Mammon!

[vecna]

Why? You make that hard to do.

[velluminous]

[ because she wants it to be erotic and intense! she wants that fleeting feeling of power over another man, which always used to comfort her so. she needs so much less comforting these days, perhaps it is all behind her. mmh. she brings her thumb between her teeth and bites down once before letting go. ]

You are too good.

[vecna]

[She can still have all of this. But as Henry waits in front of the mirror, simply happy to be near and intimate with her again, he will wear his smile as he teases and appreciates.]

Well.

[Leans back on his palms, closer to her.]

I’m sure you can wring an ecstatic expression out of me with whatever you had in mind.

[velluminous]

I do not believe your face capable.

[ it is only ever soft smiles or incandescent rage. ]

[vecna]

[wow just because his icons are like that-]

Come over here and prove yourself wrong.

[velluminous]

[ ah, but then she wouldn't be able to enjoy the taut line his body makes when he leans back like this. tense thigh muscle and his shoulder blades tucked... how his back arches, and his arms brace, and his pectoral muscles lift a little in a way that makes her very badly want to cup and pinch. ]

Patience.

[ says the hypocrite.

the harness, lacking in any appendage for now, lays near the edge of the bed. she plucks it up and begins the work of the many, many buckles. it has the slightest, vaguest look of a spider web, perhaps. ]

[vecna]

[He remains leaning like that, watching. The only thing that seems to move is the lifting arch of his brow.

And oh my. That is, indeed, many, many buckles.]

...How long have you been hiding that away?

[velluminous]

Hiding? Please. It has hardly been tucked away—

[ wait. hadn't she left it wrapped in a cloth? THE CHILDREN COULD HAVE FOUND IT?? ]

[vecna]

[oh my god]

...What is it?

[velluminous]

I think they play with it.

[ it's fine. it's fine! it's new, it hasn't been used, it's fine— ]

[vecna]

[




Sorry, he just has to laugh, gentle but somehow resonant in how funny he finds that. The mental image of one of the mushrooms running around with her harness-]

They what? How do you... how do you know?

[velluminous]

Because I wrap it in cloth before putting it under there!