[ No, not really, but even so, she's never hated when he touched her, even when they were younger and both - idiots about the world to say the least. Hadn't change when they got older and that reach back only lets her curl her body in tighter to him. The press of her chest into his shoulder blades, muffling her shriek of laughter as he takes off. Gripping hard to his shoulders, fingers clutching onto his clothes. ]
[ He laughs in return as she giggles, the sound for once completely unedged with irony or nastiness - the sound completely, utterly sincere. He runs into the house and spins, twirling her so her skirts spin out. ]
[ She keeps laughing, because this - this is theirs, this isn't the council of counts, or a subject of vor gossip or anything else. Where she's pressed hard into him to not fall, to make the movements easier. Her laughter high, feeling his own rumble back into her chest. That - that is hers, that she doesn't have to share with the men and women he plies himself too, doesn't have to care about who is watching. Dizzying, better than drink or drug or - well things that were more her purview than hers as she grips tight. Pressing her face into the side of his, out of breath even if she isn't doing much at all. ]
[ He rubs his cheek against hers in sheer fondness before backing up to a chair and kneeling down - his muscles trembling just a little bit, his physical strength not quite enough to kneel smoothly. He teases her as he eases her backwards - ]
[ She tumbles back into the chair. NSnorting at what he said - well, one of them had always been the first to climb trees and the other always preferred books. An unfair advantage she uses now. Shifting her legs to hold to his waist - and yes too intimate, yes too much and if they were caught like they were children still, they'd both be scolded if not worse where her skirts up the tops of her thighs, and he's caught in her wrap of her limbs but - to hell with it all. She yanks him back, and with it, leans forward so she can bite his ear. Not hard, but a sharp nip. ]
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[ No, not really, but even so, she's never hated when he touched her, even when they were younger and both - idiots about the world to say the least. Hadn't change when they got older and that reach back only lets her curl her body in tighter to him. The press of her chest into his shoulder blades, muffling her shriek of laughter as he takes off. Gripping hard to his shoulders, fingers clutching onto his clothes. ]
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Oh, you're heavier than I remembered, Lakshmi...
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No, you're scrawnier.