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[ All the flower crowns for Stone, all of them.

And she lets herself lean in as his arm curls around her waist, a low hum escaping her when his lips brush against hers. Nuzzling her forehead against his for a moment before his words prompt a soft huff. ]

Is that so?

[ A hand reaches up, letting her fingers brush through his hair and her nails gently scratch against the base of his horns. ]

I guess I can spoil you a little. [ Her words are punctuated with her closing that gap and pressing her lips against his, letting the kiss linger before she leans back. ]

Let's go before you fall asleep, then.

[ he's going to tilt his head forward as those fingers drag and scratch against the base of his horns, and a low rumble escapes from deep into his chest, into his throat--and his eyes flicker up to Look at lapis--soft eyes glowing that gentle purple they always did.

His teeth gently pinch against her bottom lip as she retreats from the chaste kiss, but he does let go after just a moment. ]

Mm.
I'm not sure.
If you keep putting your hands on me like that, I'll get ideas other than falling asleep.

[ his arms are going to slide around her middle. time to carry her to the wash room. ]

[ There's a soft sound when his teeth catch her lip, almost a gasp as a shiver works up her spine, before she finds herself giggling as he sets off to carry her.

Her hands reach up to steady herself against his shoulders, all faux innocence as she peers up at him. ]

Now what kind of other ideas could you be having?

[ She says as she leans up to press her lips and the gentle graze of teeth against his neck, fully aware of what he means. ]

[ There's a chuckle that rumbles up out of the depth of his chest as she asks--and he knows, full well, that she knows exactly what kind of ideas he means. What with the fact that he's carrying her towards the bathroom, and when he moves to pull her into his arms, his fingers already sneakily sliding under her shirt instead of atop of it like a proper gentleman would.

He gives a soft, purposeful shiver in response to her teeth against his neck, and he bumps his head a little closer to hers, encouraging her to continue. ]

That maybe a little physical activity is a good way to wake up.

[ The feeling of his fingers sliding along her skin sends another little shiver up her spine - a soft sound escaping her as she leans in to nuzzle against his neck. Her breath quickly leaves her in a quiet chuckle at the head bump, nudging her head back against his; pressing her lips to his jaw for a brief moment. ]

Only "a little"? [ Because of course she has to tease as she trails her lips back down, teeth grazing a harder against the skin of his neck. There is the growing temptation to leave a mark... Surely he wouldn't mind if she left a few. ]

But I think I like the sound of that idea. Plus it means I get your attention for a while.

[ While she knows she usually has it, she's been a bit more open of how greedy she can be. Especially during intimate moments. ]

Maybe a little longer than a 'little', depending on how long I feel like showering.

[ Said as if 'showering' was even the goal anymore. His head tilts to the side as he speaks, pressing in against those teeth that tease and press; as if egging on their path and intention as they make it to the bathroom. He'll close the door with a foot, flicking a tendril of shadow to lock it behind them as he places her onto the bathroom counter. It's wide and spacious, and doing so will free his hands for their next conquest: freeing her of her clothing, bit by bit.

Thumbs sliding under cloth to lift it up over her head, as hands continue exploring to make sure every clasp is carefully undone before removing the next piece. ]

I don't mind extending my shower a little longer if you need some extra attention, too.

[ There's a little chuckle at his words, her breath brushing against his skin before she leans back in as he tilts his neck. Since he's encouraging her so nicely, she'll let her teeth press in a little more - deliberately choosing a spot higher up, more difficult to cover, as she nips at the skin.

And there's a sense of smugness when she can see the mark she leaves behind as he places her on the counter, shifting to help him in taking off her clothes. ]

I always want some extra attention.

[ Which is always returned, of course.

And as she becomes more exposed, there's no hint of shyness or hesitation at all. She has nothing to hide from him, not even the scars that stretch across her skin. So she's going to just casually hook a leg around his waist to tug him closer, making it easier for her to sneak her fingers under his own shirt and brush against his skin. ]

And I can't be the only one getting undressed.

[ He can't help but to laugh a little as he's pulled in. Entirely without struggle, he presses closer, letting one hand skirt over that leg that's dragged him closer; dark fingertips running along the side of her thigh as he tilts his head up to look at her. There's a sparkle in those glowing, dull purplish eyes as a small smile curls up his lips at her comment. ]

Aa. That's my fault. I always get so entranced with your beauty, I forget about myself.

[ the side of his neck stings gently--but in a pleasant way; a little tingling buzz that leaves his skin feeling warm as he aims to pull the front part of her dress away. Letting the hand not gripping her thigh follow upwards against her ribs, cupping the swell of her breast and giving it a squeeze, letting his thumb gently press and squeeze her nipple with a hum. ]

Can you blame me?

[ Faint shivers work up her spine as his hand trails along her skin, humming gently under her breath as she unconsciously leans closer. His own comment pulls a soft little huff from her, smiling despite herself, though that sound pitches into a shaky, breathy exhale as a hand trails to her breast. Trembling hard at the squeeze to sensitive skin, before she focuses enough to remember how words work. ]

Hah... I guess I can't when you say it like that.

[ Not that it stops her from tugging his shirt off, still very much determined to see him undress. Her hands trail along the skin that's exposed, palms following the line of muscle as she leans in closer still - letting her lips teasingly brush against his. ]

But I still want to see more of you too.

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