[ - Oh he is not getting away with that. As soon as he taps, she bites, lightly at least but a determined set of teeth around the tip of his finger before she lets go. ]
I could try to be more fun - shall I drink my through your next family gathering?
[ Which could only end as well as it did the last time she attempted to 'join in'. With someone bleeding, quite probably. ]
[ She makes a noise of indignation, a determined shove to take the higher ground as she pushes him back down. Her hands flat on his chest, leaning forward with all her weight. ]
I do not. I stay awake a perfectly decent time. You just want me to stay in bed all morning.
[ Soon enough, she won't be able to do this for awhile. Pity, it's just about the only way she's not pushing up on tiptoes to reach him evenly. Won't be so light in his lap, either.
But for now, she crawls up to keep her spot as long as she can have it. Settling herself over his hips. Planting her hands either side of his head. Grinning bright and quick in her oh so hard won victory, before she settles back. ]
Well I am Lady Vorrutyer, aren't I supposed to be mad by now?
[ She tenses briefly, that shiver on her skin - cold, outside of blankets, but his fingers were warm. Before she presses back into it. Sliding herself lower - a predator over prey, as she sinks down to press against him. ]
Well, I married you willingly, didn't I?
[ A worry still from most of those that cared for her, but not one that she ever lets come up near him - 'he will break your heart, Manu - he will leave you and your children that you were a fool to give him - what then?' - arguments she's had at length over him that she would never let him ever know about. ]
[ An arrogance she doesn't deny - as she sinks down, arching over him, to bite the full of his lower lip, grinning - ] You wouldn't have a warm bed to come back to every night.
[ and laughing, she drags her teeth over skin before tilting to dig in at his jaw. ] No breakfast timed to when you wake up - [ down again, to his neck, over his throat and bites a little wider, laughing with it. ] - and no one to take your shoes off you when tripped your way upstairs.
[ The next is nipped in the middle of his collar bones. Warm and sweet as she slides her hands down his sides. Teasing, perhaps but when she peers back up at him, it's with that endless affection, words said once but she never makes sure to overwhelm him - You and you alone whom I love. ]
[ Her back arches, easy to it, all that riding had one great purpose, flexible into his hold, firm as she curves into the roam of his fingers over her. A contemplating little noise that is half distracted. ] How could I forget - ? [ she laughs, low and warm. ]
Wine. I think you'd drink it off my skin if I let you.
[she ought never to make suggestions to him, not if she can help it. He takes them, and she's long given up any pretence about being able to refuse him much of anything.
Does he know how much she loves him? The terrible unthinkable things, the forgiving wilful things, that she would do for him? Isn't sure she ever wants him to know, wants to tell him everyday. ]
That depends of course, [ plays coy, biting at her lip as she looks over him. ] what will I be getting from this arrangement?
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I could try to be more fun - shall I drink my through your next family gathering?
[ Which could only end as well as it did the last time she attempted to 'join in'. With someone bleeding, quite probably. ]
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Oooh. Ouch. But in all honesty, could you please? You'll pass out within five minutes and I'll have an excuse to leave.
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I am not that bad!
[ Yes she is, but never mind that right now where she pokes him in the side. ]
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My apologies, dear lady. It would take seven minutes. At least.
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I do not. I stay awake a perfectly decent time. You just want me to stay in bed all morning.
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Like a sane person. Yes. All the fun is had at night, you know.
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But for now, she crawls up to keep her spot as long as she can have it. Settling herself over his hips. Planting her hands either side of his head. Grinning bright and quick in her oh so hard won victory, before she settles back. ]
Well I am Lady Vorrutyer, aren't I supposed to be mad by now?
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[ He reaches out to slide a hand up her leg. ]
You must have been half-mad to begin with if you're already completely gone.
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Well, I married you willingly, didn't I?
[ A worry still from most of those that cared for her, but not one that she ever lets come up near him - 'he will break your heart, Manu - he will leave you and your children that you were a fool to give him - what then?' - arguments she's had at length over him that she would never let him ever know about. ]
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[ His hands come up to card through her hair, then settle in to scratch and massage her scalp. ]
My mad little fool. It's not too late to divorce me, you know. But you're too foolish for that, aren't you.
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I would give you a week before you came looking for me if I did.
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[ His tone is lightly mocking. ]
I lived life as a happy bachelor before. What is it you've given me that I wouldn't be able to do without?
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[ and laughing, she drags her teeth over skin before tilting to dig in at his jaw. ] No breakfast timed to when you wake up - [ down again, to his neck, over his throat and bites a little wider, laughing with it. ] - and no one to take your shoes off you when tripped your way upstairs.
[ The next is nipped in the middle of his collar bones. Warm and sweet as she slides her hands down his sides. Teasing, perhaps but when she peers back up at him, it's with that endless affection, words said once but she never makes sure to overwhelm him - You and you alone whom I love. ]
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[ He hums pleasurably as she nips at him, his hands fixing on her hips and digging in lightly. A stroke along her rear. ]
What a hedonist you make me out to be. A warm bed, a warm breakfast, shoes off my feet...Is that all I desire, do you think?
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Wine. I think you'd drink it off my skin if I let you.
[ One day - if he's lucky. ]
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[ His hands dance up her skin. ]
Would you let me?
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Does he know how much she loves him? The terrible unthinkable things, the forgiving wilful things, that she would do for him? Isn't sure she ever wants him to know, wants to tell him everyday. ]
That depends of course, [ plays coy, biting at her lip as she looks over him. ] what will I be getting from this arrangement?