[ His eyes flick upward in the dim as she wriggles her way in, and he blinks his appreciation at the kiss before he returns it, lips pressing first to the softer skin of her upper chest before he cranes his neck to kiss her collar. ]
What was it again?
[ His feigned haziness is not especially crafty. He just wants to hear her say it, and doesn't care if she knows. ]
[His lips against her chest and neck get sweet, appreciative sighs, and she lets her empty hand roam, seeking out where his fine scales meet feathers, curling her fingertips in the short downy ones. Little touches, little intimacies for now, while she is still feeling the weight of sleep.
What would he win, what was his prize? That's easy, and he knows that too. She poses it like a question, like she doesn't remember the same as him, but recites it like they did get it etched in stone.]
Something about making such a mess of me no one can question who my better half is?
I think there was also an agreement that you'd tell me how you feel during. And I was supposed to defy heaven and father your children?
[ He's just having so many memory problems. Blame the drink. Or that state he's in, same as her, still half in the realm of sleep and unconcerned with hurrying to throw it off. The fingers in his feathers, the banter, they're exciting but it's the kind of excitement that takes its time building.
He does kiss her again though, nosing her head back and planting his lips on her jaw. ]
[She laughs as she feels him nosing her head back, feels his lips find a place against her jawline, the sound soft and giddy in her throat. It makes her squirm under him, shifting enough to pull her thigh up alongside his ribcage, her heel bouncing lightly against the mattress.
A simple morning in bed, playful and sweet, and the very sinful check she wrote being read to her in daylight. Youko pulls her hands gently through his feathers, bringing her palms around to cup his cheeks, cocking her head.]
[ Would it sound mean if he said he loves how... wriggly she is? But it's true. Those demonstrative responses are fun, lively, and she always feels nice moving against him. He shifts over, a little more of his weight on her, pinning her down.
Doesn't stop her hands from arresting him, though, bringing his gaze up to hers. ]
I didn't dislike it. I like the way it sounds. I just wasn't sure what it meant. Was thinking too... practically.
[It would likely make her pout to hear that. Not that there would be much she could do about it when he puts more of himself over her, sinking her deeper into the mattress. Not that she would want to, that additional weight making her hum at him.
His focus on her makes her grin and her hands pull at his face, insistent on needing him closer for what she wants.]
Then—? You do want to hear what I feel while you try to defy heaven?
I want to. If it's fun for you, too. Do you want to sing me praises where the maids can hear?
[ He pushes up towards her, a small distance, but the movement of his body over hers is sensuous, scale smooth but warm over her skin. Mouth close to hers, but he doesn't kiss her yet, in case that isn't what she has in mind. ]
[Sighing, she wriggles the rest of the way in to place, aligning herself to reach him comfortably, and pressing her lips to his, feeling one little waking hunger satisfied. Youko wraps her arms around his neck, rolling her hip enough to hook her leg up along the curve of his side. To better take his weight.]
Maybe not hear it. I don't want others to hear me?
It is right now. Once we get into it I... don't know that I'd notice if that changed. And if you're loud I think people are going to hear whether they want to or not.
[ He has pretty good hearing, even if it's not as good as his eyesight... but distraction is still an issue. Especially the amount of distraction they're lazily planning. ]
I guess we don't... know that you didn't win. You can have your prize too.
If that happens, I'll... make do. If I even notice at all.
[She runs her thumbs up over the rise of his cheekbones, dragging the nails down the hollows, and then restarting the circuit. She presses her lips to his again, humming softly against him. It isn't that she is ignoring the issue of her volume — and it will be an issue — but that she's letting herself steep in his concern on her behalf. She loves him for little things like that.]
My legs might not have the strength for my prize today though?
You're probably not going to get my best effort if we start right now, either.
[ Well, it's Calhir, so barely-coherent fumbling could still mean an hour straight, easily. But he's proud enough that if she tells him to do things like take her hard enough to offend the heavens he doesn't want to phone it in.
Still, the way she's touching him... he doesn't want this to go nowhere, either. Leaving the moment has all the appeal of getting out of a warm blanket on a cold day. ]
[If not the big prize, why not another, smaller one? She interrupts her circuit briefly to nip at his lower lip, to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and to pull him more fully into a proper hungry kiss. If he can't make her body an affront to Tentei now, maybe they can settle into something softer.
Not feeling particularly subtle about her ideas in the comfort of her own bed, she rocks minutely against him, relishing how he feels against her bare thighs.]
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[ His eyes flick upward in the dim as she wriggles her way in, and he blinks his appreciation at the kiss before he returns it, lips pressing first to the softer skin of her upper chest before he cranes his neck to kiss her collar. ]
What was it again?
[ His feigned haziness is not especially crafty. He just wants to hear her say it, and doesn't care if she knows. ]
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[His lips against her chest and neck get sweet, appreciative sighs, and she lets her empty hand roam, seeking out where his fine scales meet feathers, curling her fingertips in the short downy ones. Little touches, little intimacies for now, while she is still feeling the weight of sleep.
What would he win, what was his prize? That's easy, and he knows that too. She poses it like a question, like she doesn't remember the same as him, but recites it like they did get it etched in stone.]
Something about making such a mess of me no one can question who my better half is?
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[ He's just having so many memory problems. Blame the drink. Or that state he's in, same as her, still half in the realm of sleep and unconcerned with hurrying to throw it off. The fingers in his feathers, the banter, they're exciting but it's the kind of excitement that takes its time building.
He does kiss her again though, nosing her head back and planting his lips on her jaw. ]
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A simple morning in bed, playful and sweet, and the very sinful check she wrote being read to her in daylight. Youko pulls her hands gently through his feathers, bringing her palms around to cup his cheeks, cocking her head.]
You didn't like that last part, I thought?
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Doesn't stop her hands from arresting him, though, bringing his gaze up to hers. ]
I didn't dislike it. I like the way it sounds. I just wasn't sure what it meant. Was thinking too... practically.
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His focus on her makes her grin and her hands pull at his face, insistent on needing him closer for what she wants.]
Then—? You do want to hear what I feel while you try to defy heaven?
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[ He pushes up towards her, a small distance, but the movement of his body over hers is sensuous, scale smooth but warm over her skin. Mouth close to hers, but he doesn't kiss her yet, in case that isn't what she has in mind. ]
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[Sighing, she wriggles the rest of the way in to place, aligning herself to reach him comfortably, and pressing her lips to his, feeling one little waking hunger satisfied. Youko wraps her arms around his neck, rolling her hip enough to hook her leg up along the curve of his side. To better take his weight.]
Maybe not hear it. I don't want others to hear me?
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You suggested I do it.
Do you think... this is private enough, then?
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[She kisses him again, keeping her touch lighter, almost as sheepish as the look she gives him upon breaking apart.]
Coast has been clear so far... so yes?
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[ He has pretty good hearing, even if it's not as good as his eyesight... but distraction is still an issue. Especially the amount of distraction they're lazily planning. ]
I guess we don't... know that you didn't win. You can have your prize too.
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[She runs her thumbs up over the rise of his cheekbones, dragging the nails down the hollows, and then restarting the circuit. She presses her lips to his again, humming softly against him. It isn't that she is ignoring the issue of her volume — and it will be an issue — but that she's letting herself steep in his concern on her behalf. She loves him for little things like that.]
My legs might not have the strength for my prize today though?
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[ Well, it's Calhir, so barely-coherent fumbling could still mean an hour straight, easily. But he's proud enough that if she tells him to do things like take her hard enough to offend the heavens he doesn't want to phone it in.
Still, the way she's touching him... he doesn't want this to go nowhere, either. Leaving the moment has all the appeal of getting out of a warm blanket on a cold day. ]
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[If not the big prize, why not another, smaller one? She interrupts her circuit briefly to nip at his lower lip, to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and to pull him more fully into a proper hungry kiss. If he can't make her body an affront to Tentei now, maybe they can settle into something softer.
Not feeling particularly subtle about her ideas in the comfort of her own bed, she rocks minutely against him, relishing how he feels against her bare thighs.]