holynights | WINTER WONDERLAND: BARODOMI

[ She's kind of just staring at the bed. Wondering what to do about the bed. Turning over the argument of possibly sleeping in the bathtub in her head. Realizing she is being courted by a prosecutor who is absolutely going to win any argument she tries to make, and he's a gentleman, which means he's probably going to be the one to try to insist on sleeping elsewhere in the suite. So, a little faintly-- ]

We should discuss sleeping arrangements.

You may have the bed. [That's the proper and correct response. And yet, internally, it does not feel as such.] Unless you would prefer a different arrangement.

[It is her status on the line when it comes to these things. It's quite damning for a lady to lay with a man even innocently. He doesn't want that for her. His reputation would not nearly suffer so nor would he care overmuch if it did. But her...]

I will acquiesce to whatever you would like. However... [He hesitates, not wishing to be too forward about their prospects.] If we were to continue with this arrangement then there is no harm, technically, in being a few steps ahead of how things should properly be done. There's no helping it considering our arrangement. But I do not wish to bring about any discomfort as I know how we both care about our proprieties.

[After dinner and conversation that night they're already a few steps ahead it's just... how many more should be taken?]

[ Truly, she thinks, her own sister has done so much worse and has been thrilled to discuss it that... sharing a bed with a man that she might possibly marry, with the understanding that this is indeed a possibility, is fairly tame in comparison. Or perhaps she's thinking too far ahead. But the attraction is there, in a way she hasn't felt since her childhood friend. Or maybe in a different way, because that was a strong and protective love, whereas Barok clearly is not a man who's going to get lost or taken advantage of and there's so much more to learn about him. She hadn't grown up with him.

It's very different, but she finds... she likes that. ]

I think... while we have the time together, we ought to take advantage of exploring our compatibility, in ways we feel comfortable with. [ Which won't be as easy when they have to return to their respective homes, no matter how temporary that may be. ]

So if it truly does not offend you... please share the bed with me. We've had a long day. You must be tired.

[How fast paced this has all moved. Now, from what he understands of courting that sort of thing begins and ends rather quickly. It's the engagement that takes some time. At least for the lower classes as weddings are not a cheap thing. For nobility those actually come not terribly long after.

Perhaps, aside from the order of which they are doing things, they're moving along just fine.]

I do not find it disagreeable. [It's just not the way things should be done. Which is a hurdle he'd do well to get over a bit sooner than later or this will be a very stressful getaway.] It is just... [He hesitates some not sure if he should give voice to it.] I always assumed my bed would contain only myself... Just as the estate would. It was just the state of things and I was willing to accept it as such. [No self respecting noble woman would tie herself down to the Reaper of the Old Bailey. He's fascinating to read and gossip about but not to marry.] I suppose it's these sudden realizations that all the little things will now be filled with your presence that leaves me a touch dazed. That good is happening and it is unfamiliar in my hands.

[Every lonely moment he's so painstakingly familiar will no longer be so. She'll now be there. It's something he didn't consider when he was thinking about all of this and them. Maybe because it was all thought about from a work perspective. The estate was on his list of things to take care of but no more than that. But it needs to be taken care of for her visitation. Where she'll sit across from him at the table and be by his side in bed.]

If you truly feel this will not impede upon your honor in any way... I will join you at your request. Ideally, should this go well it will be the natural state of things going forward, will it not?

Yes, it will.

[ That feels so strange to say, looking at the bed now. For this to possibly, eventually, feel like second nature to wake up next to Barok, to spend more than a few weeks with him? Veronica and Antoine are half-siblings; she doesn't know what kind of relationship her father ever had with her mother. But Dominique is an affectionate person when she's allowed to be, and it... honestly sounds appealing. To have that to look forward to. ]

You don't need to worry about my honor. It's not as though I would consider sharing this space with anyone else, and I won't be speaking of it with anyone else either. I would like it to eventually feel less overwhelming for you, but we can take it as slowly as we need to. And if there's anything I can do to ease any nerves or misgivings, please just let me know.

[Uneasy as this new adjustment feels she still manages to pull a small smile out of him.]

There is naught to be done in regards to centuries worth of ingrained noble proprieties. They will be overcome in time.

[He pulls at the fingers of his heavy gloves, slowly removing them. She is right about what she said earlier. Though they themselves did not need to go up to the stand and proclaim their matches the weekend itself has been... busy. Their match and everything that followed. It was a lot. Emotionally overwhelming even if all those emotions were extremely positive.]

But it's settled then. We'll share it. [Gloves put aside he makes to undo the pins and other such accessories that coat his jacket, placing them all carefully upon the nightstand which will be his side of the bed, he supposes.] You may change first, if you'd like.

[Now that it's settled there is the question of how to sleep and, obviously, it's keeping to their sides. But the memory of her pressed against them as they steal kisses out of sight from the others is suddenly so brilliantly prominent. And why shouldn't they just be a little closer especially if they have already stepped ahead.

She was just so very warm to hold on to. And it's not as if they are going to do anything untoward...]

[ Surely they won't! Surely this will be chaste.

Domi nods her agreement and retreats to the bathroom, taking the time to rid herself of... well, all the layers. She's not as decorated as Barok is, but it's not as easy to shuck her clothes off as it might be for Ermes or Jolyne. Still, she tries to be prompt about it, despite the rising nervousness that follows each and every movement. Centuries of ingrained noble proprieties, indeed. Maybe she should have taken some hints from Jeanne's mother, from what Jeanne had said.

But she steps out soon enough, clad in an ankle-length and long-sleeved nightgown with her hair braided down her back. Carefully, she perches on her side of the bed, offering him a tentative smile. ]

Your turn. I hope I didn't take too long.

Not at all.

[So many layers. Even without the jacket, which he's hung up in their closet there's still several pieces to remove.

He can hear her moving around as he fusses with pulling his own nightwear out of his case. His gaze, however, is respectfully averted. She's in her night clothes, after all. By the time he returns from changing himself she'll be all covered up with the blankets and they can remain as close to their proprieties as possible.

This is very difficult, he has decided. Never in all his many years did he ever think his virtues would be challenged in such a way. They have many weeks to spend together and this will be a situation that will only be harder to deal with as the fondness and affection grow.

He's going to have to go to church and do an actual confessional upon his return to London.

As it's pointless to fret about it now he takes his turn in their bathroom, changing and washing up as needed. Nightgowns, for men at least, have fallen out of fashion so he has a nice loose shirt in an appropriate dark color with matching bottoms. It didn't make sense to put on his robe when the bed is such a short walk but...

This all just seems painfully intimate already.

Upon exiting, Barok turns off the few lights that were already on, leaving the room in a preferable dimness, lit only by the lamps by their bedside table.

All he has to do is get in bed with her. That's it. Simple. Easy.]

Are you still quite certain? [He presses a hand to his side of the bed, still made up and awaiting him. But... she's had some time to think about it. Perhaps she's changed her mind as the moment grew ever closer?]

Yes.

[ Firmly. She's under the covers. He'll be safely on his side. She does not have to actually think about how she knows what it feels like to have their bodies pressed together, her heart racing in her chest, and the knowledge that they are both now in much less clothing.

Which is fine! Still innocent! It's dim now, so maybe he can't see how red her face is. ]

It... might be a little difficult for me to feel tired enough to sleep, given everything, but that doesn't mean I'm uncomfortable with this.

[Very well. Sharing the bed it is!

He pulls back the covers on his side and slides in beside her. Not too close, of course. There's plenty space between them. But he is keenly aware that she is right there. Right beside him.

She has the right of it though. It will be hard to fall asleep like this. Maybe even impossible.]

Talking helps with this sort of thing. [He thinks. Like listening to Klint read him a story when he was young and falling asleep to the sound of his voice.] I fear all my tales are of the court and too grisly to hear just before bed. [He turns on his side to look at her as they speak. They're under the covers and still apart. It's fine to do so.] But what of you... If human nobles are anything to go by I can only imagine the tales you must have of vampire aristocracy. There's something about it that tells me there is no shortage of the dramatics.

[ Domi hums, a little thoughtfully. ]

You aren't wrong. Sir Francis Varney, known mainly as Marquis Machina for his tinkering with tricks and machines, is... a very unusual man, as well as a member of the senate. I can't, in all honesty, say what his true appearance is... he prefers to disguise himself as a robot, or to wear a giant bear costume and the like.

He is... like my older sister, somewhat promiscuous. [ Sigh. ]

[Hm. Vampire politics seem very... Well, perhaps he can't judge considering the circus in his latest court appearance.]

I see.

[Speaking of her sister...]

I hope that our match does not cause you further grief with your family... [What little he's heard he can't say he's liked. They speak cruelty to her when she is blatantly undeserving.] Back in London... I can't call it a proper family, of course, it's a bit cobbled together and... eccentric. But it is accepting. I can promise you will never find yourself being called dull in their presence. And I am certain you will always be welcome.

Oh, I believe they'll be entirely disapproving. However, I am fully prepared for that.

I have accepted a lot of things in my life, Barok. But if we move forward with a relationship, I am prepared to put my foot down regarding anyone's possible disapproval of it. I-- want this. And I will fight for it, if need be, with no regrets on my stance on this whatsoever.

[ She frowns, fiercely. And then pauses. ]

But the people you mentioned sound lovely. I can't wait to meet them.

[He did figure they would not approve. So it doesn't hurt or sting... just acceptance. She is not going to let go of his hand regardless of what they say and he will take solace in that.]

They are... [He will save the exasperation of telling her about Sherlock Holmes and that he's a real person she may have read about... And that he has to see the man on the regular these days. That'll be a fun surprise for later.] I was also... [He pauses wanting to say this properly, instinctively he reaches for her hand beneath the covers.]

Lord Ferdinand spoke of my brother and how proud he would be. We can't speak for the dead, of course. We can't know their thoughts or feelings. But I knew my brother better than most. [Or thought he did.] I at least knew my brother's love for me if nothing else... And I know that he would have adored you too. I feel strongly that you'd have been welcomed into our home with open arms. I wish I could give you a more stable house and family name to find shelter within. But... I hope you still find it satisfactory.

[ Her fingers flex a little in surprise, but then she relaxes, fingers weaving in between his to anchor their hands together. It's a little intimate, but she likes it. ]

I get the feeling I'll find it more than satisfactory. My brother... would have liked you too. He was quieter and more studious than I was, so I think he would have approved of you and your personality. And your willingness to try and understand what seemed fanciful or unknown originally.

[ A pause, and then she laughs, ruefully. ]

Has this made you drowsy at all?

It is still quite unknown... I wouldn't deny there is a fascination but it comes from a place of learning. [Learning about where she comes from is paramount to knowing her better.] My condolences for you in regards to your brother. I know such passings, for ones as beloved as they, are not easy.

[Their dearest brothers... The what ifs in regards to if they were still here are endless but... it is fairly certain that he and her would have never met otherwise. Their loss is something deeply prominent in their life. Something that, eventually, brought them here.

His gaze had fallen away from her at some point but flickers back at her inquiry.]

No. [He gives her hand a gentle squeeze.] Pray forgive the suggestion... I did think it might have more of an effect.

[There's too much stimulus at present right now. Being acutely aware that they are sharing a bed for the first time is one of them but... There's still a genuine desire to know more about each other and talk. To listen to each word that reveals more about who the other is and what weighs on them and how the other might be able to fix it, even slightly.

This is also not how he usually gets himself to sleep anyway which is a tactic that will slowly but surely change. The vineyards will surely mourn all that business but it is for the best. He was already going to strive to do a little better with Iris in the picture but more so now with Dominique.]

There's nothing to forgive you for. [ softly, but firmly. This is both entirely new for the both of them and it would be next to impossible to relax when it's two people who are, at the very least, fond of each other and at least on her end, attracted. But it's not as though she has weird cupcake impulses to nudge her to do anything further right now. ]

And I don't think it's a bad thing to speak with you, believe me. [ Even when the subject was deceased brothers. In the end, they're slowly focusing on a possible future. ]

We'll just have to figure out another way to help you sleep.

Nor I with you. [He enjoys it very much. To talk genuinely even if it's in this somewhat awkward situation. But he could get used to it. Laying in bed and speaking of family and work, various court cases and vampire dramatics. It's invitingly warm and domestic.] It is always a pleasure to speak with you.

[At her final words Barok lets out a soft hum that finishes with an inquiring lilt.]

Just myself? Have vampires ceased the need for such a thing and can spend these wasted hours more efficiently? [He's teasing her, just a little.] Is your presence by my side this evening to simply watch over me diligently?

Oh, stop.

[ With a huff of a laugh. ]

When I was growing up, I just had a difficult time being the first to fall asleep, between my brother and my friend. It was easier when one of them was already asleep and I could see how peaceful they seemed.

So it may just be that I'll be able to when you fall asleep. Of course, if you want to try and serenade me with a lullaby, Barok, I'm more than willing to listen.

[ Like she wouldn't tease back. ]

[He very distinctly and audibly huffs in turn at her teasing.]

That would have the opposite effect of we're looking to do here tonight. [He really can't imagine how dreadful that would be the both of them.] In the future I'll bring legal documents and read them aloud. By the first clause all would be fast asleep.

[If he had to genuinely read any of that out with any seriousness even he would succumb.

Of course, teasing each other is also not going to help with sleep. He silently considers other options that aren't vices or what's already been attempted. He recalls Klint physically exerting himself before bed be it practicing his fencing or jogging about around the estate. It's a touch too late for such tactics. And realistically the elusive sleep likely stems more from the mind still buzzing from the weekend. The daunting task of sharing the bed may have cost them the usual opportunity to read or some such to help wind down their thoughts. Well, they'll do better come tomorrow with any luck but it still leaves this current evening in its present state.]

Even if we struggle to fall asleep tonight this has not been as insurmountable as I anticipated.

[It's actually warm and comfortable. They have their hands connected beneath the heavy covers. Her conversation is pleasant as ever and easy to have. Even the small lapses that occur from moving from one topic to the next are natural. It's a small glimpse into the possible future and it's ideal, really.

They feel genuinely compatible especially in these uncharted moments. The kiss they shared out of sight simply felt right... Not to mention how capable she is of lighting fires in places where he thought naught but ash remained. Passions on any emotional range long since burned out. She creates sparks so easily and her presence is so terribly comforting beside his own.]

But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. That is the case in regards to anything that has happened when it comes to you and I.

[Is this what it means to be a perfect match? To just have these moments come easily. That you fit together so nicely that even things that go directly against your upbringing don't feel quite so daunting. Like the kiss. Like sharing this bed and speaking easily as if they're not committing a great taboo.]

Even if sleep should elude us each and every time I would consider it time well spent all the same.

So would I. [ She breathes out a laugh, squeezing his hand again. ]

Given how it was just a week ago that you were so convinced that we couldn't possibly be matched up, and then we spent this entire week trying to work together while keeping a healthy amount of expectation to ourselves that it likely wasn't going to be a match between us, and now here we are...

You make stepping outside of expectations even more liberating than I had considered. And I'm a bit of a free spirit, among friends. But still, even though I wouldn't regret losing sleep due to enjoying your company to the fullest...

[ There's a pause, considering. And... hesitantly-- ]

I could try to bite you again, since it caused you drowsiness initially? Again, I can't promise that it would be the same effect, but... perhaps as a last resort?

[ She wants to give him every option possible, after all. Especially when she truly isn't certain that he'll feel sleepy in the aftermath. ]

You always speak so highly of me... That will be the greatest thing I'll need to get used to in all of this.

[Praise... it's difficult and unfamiliar. And everyone has offered it in abundance to him. Her and Prince Roland most of all.

But her suggestion is a good one... The first time she bit him it had made him very drowsy. There had been a warning of other impairments that may occur but... Nothing too detrimental if he recalls correctly. At the very least getting more accustomed to being bitten, since he does want her to be comfortable with those sorts of things, would be prudent for their future.

If it be her indulgence then she should be able to do just that.]

I would not be opposed. [And it didn't hurt all that much. Easily waved off.] Especially if it might help.

[But what of her? Maybe she'll doze off easier when he's already fallen asleep.]

Would the hand suffice again? [He shifts some, not wanting to relinquish the one holding hers so he'll offer the same one she'd previously bitten.] And you will be fine if you put me to sleep within moments?

I'll be more than fine. I'll likely sleep sooner if I know you've relaxed.

[ She takes his hand with her free one, and maybe it's because their affection for each other truly has had a chance to flourish a little more, because she daringly kisses the warm flesh of his wrist before she sinks her teeth into it with the same care as before.

However. Given that a bite can act more like a very strong aphrodisiac when there'san actual attraction between the two parties, there's a very high chance that this might feel. Uh. Extremely good to him now.

Whoops. ]

[He watches with the same fascination and curiosity he did before. Her sharp fangs piercing through his skin and her golden eyes lighting up brilliantly to scarlet... This comes with the added affectionate gesture of the kiss before the act. And he's not sure if it's that or the bite that makes his fingers twitch in her grasp.

If he recalls correctly, the drowsiness hit him fairly quickly after she bit him. So he gives it a few moments waiting in silence for himself to fall asleep. And he does begin to feel something... A warmth that starts to bloom from the inside. It's a bit reminiscent of the cupcakes from last night which is probably what keeps him from thinking that it's the quick onset of some sort of fever.

He really can't help but softly chuckle at the effects of this particular bite. They're really doing things all out of order. It's terribly scandalous... Absurdly so. And for at least right now being so far away from the things that hinge on those sorts of standards help make it feel less of a big deal. But still...]

I fear your venom will not have the desired upon effect this evening. [Quite the opposite, he would say. All his senses feel lit up especially when it comes to her. Not that he wasn't already keenly aware of her touch on his skin but...] It would be untoward to share the bed with you now...

[That being said he does not leave or make any indication to do so. It's just... this will be twice now that he's been given some agent that will inspire affection towards her. He is not incapable of doing it himself without these additives. It just seems a touch unkind if he must always be inebriated even if it's just their proprieties that he's been keeping in line.

So before this heat really does take hold and creeps through the rest of him he shifts a bit closer to her in the bed.]

Might I kiss you good night before I take my leave. [They've already done so once so it would not be terrible to do so again. Also... because he wants to while not terribly influenced by anything other than himself and his own inhibitions. It's a kiss of reassurance that he doesn't mind that her bite has done this. This sort of effect will surely have some use in their future. When work has worn him down she can easily help him relax. It's just not appropriate here while they share a bed together for the first time.] I shall keep it brief.

[It definitely won't get carried away and their 19th century proprieties will definitely stay intact. Absolutely.]

[ It occurs to her after a few seconds of sucking his blood that it's different. A different flavor, sweeter and beguiling, a heady kind of feeling that has her tempted to linger-- but she knows if things have changed for her, they're most certainly changed for him, and the last thing she wants is to render him into a helplessly moaning mess desperate for her touch, even though that would be...

... She flushes, drawing back as he speaks, because she should not be thinking like that, the scarlet fading back into gold as she blinks rapidly. And... oh. Despite their best efforts, she's going to drive him from the bed anyway, out of a sense of propriety. Because she hadn't been able to help him. If anything, she might have made things worse, and that familiar sense of failure curls within her chest. Still, Barok speaks before she can apologize and flee the bed herself, and she thinks she still can, but at the very least...

She can be just a bit selfish before she makes up for her mistake. Especially if he's the one to request it, and she's definitely even more red in the face now, but she nods. It's brief. She can handle brief. This is more kissing than she has ever done, but it's with him... and she did very much enjoy the first time. ]

... Yes. [ Quietly, a little embarrassed and apologetic. She'll make the argument to leave the bed once they've parted. ]

[He shifts even closer to her to shorten the distance between them having to relinquish their hand holding from beneath the covers just so he can steady himself a bit better in his movements. But also so he can place that same hand on her cheek as brings himself to her lips feeling much more in control of this situation, despite her bite, than the cupcake induced high of want that flooded through them both the other night.

He had intended for the action to be a chaste brushing of lips. Perhaps with a touch bit more pressure to secure it as a kiss in general. He wants it to relay the things that he may not be able to say right this moment. That her bite and whatever effect it may have has not once bothered him. Not when she exhausted him on their first meeting and certainly not now. On top of chaste it was also intended to be brief but once his lips touch her soft ones it feels impossible to stop. To pull away from the warmth she provides. The comfort that this quickly becoming familiar action between them brings. And the thought of leaving the bed and her presence feels like it would be a terrible loss. The very thought brings about an ache.

So he keeps kissing her in this gentle and slow way not at all keeping to the things he just said he would. No, instead there's a need to pull her closer and keep her pressed up against him. To both bask and share in the warmth that she's provided.] Dominique. [Her name comes out between one of the kisses, spoken softly but with deep reverence and adoration.]

[ Maybe because it starts off slow and gentle... she lowers her guard. It's not brief, as he'd stated, but it's impossibly sweet and this much is fine, isn't it? It's difficult to think like this, when he keeps returning to her lips and she finds herself welcoming him each and every time, feeling a brief pang of loss between each kiss.

But he intends to leave, she reasons. Once he's deemed a kiss the last one, and it nudges at her even harder this time, something she's already known: she doesn't want that. Not when he's warm and she apparently didn't drive him away, and he says her name like that, like he knows exactly who he's with and what she is and he wants nothing more, and that's--

Her hand, the one not holding him, moves to to cup the back of his neck and her thumb brushes over the skin there, stroking as she pushes forward into a kiss that's not as gentle or as slow. He can't just say her name like he had and not expect her to want to respond to that tenderness!

It's just them. No other viewers. No fellow participants.

Maybe this, despite how they were both raised, maybe following desire and instinct for once... is more than fine. And so she parts, briefly, staring into his eyes, mere seconds from sinking back into these increasingly heated kisses but wanting to convey her own thoughts-- ]

Stay. Please.

[She pushes back into one of their kisses and there is so much heat behind it. Her hand on his neck, keeping him there in case he might deign to shy away from the intensity of it. He couldn't even if he wanted to.

And she wants him to stay. And he wants to stay. But he is physically compromised from her bite and he shouldn't. But she knows that and wants him to regardless.

Perhaps it is okay. If they're to see this through after the fact and he intends to... It's just getting a little ahead of themselves. There is some impropriety that can be forgiven.]

As you wish. [His voice sounds much rougher than intended. The want of the situation being felt so keenly. Some of this can be blamed on her bite to be certain but much of it his own being forced to lay dormant due to following what is proper of their station. And now it no longer needs to be so.] Anything you desire.

[He meets her lips again now that it's been decided, the distance between them closing further as he pulls her in closer to him, pressing their bodies together. The thinness of their nightclothes making the heat between them so much more noticeable and prominent.]

[ There most certainly is heat, and Domi doesn't have the cupcake to guide her motions this time. Her choices. Barok may have her venom sending heat rushing through his veins, but she merely has... what? Greediness? The need to hear his voice growl things out like that again? A sense of burgeoning desire that she didn't think she'd feel?

Veronica would probably be thrilled by this, but she has to tell herself-- this is different. She doesn't want multiple partners and hedonistic situations. She just-- wants this. Him. And if they do continue this, inevitably they'll, in the future...

He pulls her in closer again and the warmth building between them can hardly be shielded by clothes now, especially when the way he kisses her and how she's pressed against him has her squirming unintentionally, hands feverishly roaming over his back now that she's sure he won't pull away.

A pause, to gasp, her face incredibly warm and she wishes for that boldness now, but-- it's just her voice, soft and ragged, a little flustered. ]

J-just you. Right now, I just want you--

[As she pulls away to catch her breath, to gasp and speak, his lips find themselves on her neck instead. The kisses he places there are soft and fleeting things that eventually give pause as he processes the words spoken.

She wants him. That is something that he is still grappling with. From the moment she scolded him for already assuming they weren’t a match, to being relieved in the booth, to now… It’s been difficult to process and accept. That she wants to be by his side. That they’re sharing a bed together with her whispering heatedly that she wants him… He thinks, finally, he can grasp it. It’s terribly real… and he basks gratefully in her desire. That it’s for him. That these feelings are all mutual. He regrets he hasn’t told her the more sordid things of his house but there is no moment to explain himself now. It will simply have to come in time and it will put all this to the test.

And… perhaps it is just her venom but he thinks that despite it all it will be fine. That it will change nothing. For right now, he’ll be at peace with it.]

Then that is what I shall give you. [His voice comes out just as rough and as lust filled as before.] All that I can give you may have.

[His fingers gently graze along her side, pausing at her hip. They then grip at her nightgown, the fabric so light and thin in his hands but so very in the way. This loose fabric being the only barrier between them. There is a modicum of hesitation as rational and propriety hinge slightly in the back of his mind but for the first time they are silenced and buried and with a slow but deliberate movement he begins to pull the fabric upwards. And though nothing can be seen beneath the heavy covers the action reveals her up to her hip and greedy hands feel the softness of what what is most certainly greatly forbidden flesh. The touch is no more than a gentle graze along her hip bone, gently if not nervously testing these waters but for nobles of their time it really feels exceptionally risqué.]

[ She's absolutely never been touched like this before and it probably shows by the little noise she makes, both surprised and pleased. It's just her hip. But it's her hip and his bare hand and she thinks she understands Jeanne a little better now, when she'd bashfully murmured that she didn't think she'd be able to hold herself back from doing things with Vanitas if she let her feelings get the better of her.

Domi is more accustomed to more... formal standards of courtship. Letters. Barely touching. Only playful flirting with other females, which was harmless.

This feels much hotter and certainly more carnal, but she finds she's not as afraid of this as she probably ought to be, if she were any proper kind of young lady in bed with a gentleman. If anything, his fingers on her skin prompts her to be a little bolder in return, hands sliding from his back-- if just so she can slip them under his shirt, daring to run her fingers over his stomach, learning the feel of him as she does. ]

Just... tell me if you want to stop, at any time.

[To stop would be wise. This edges on a threshold that cannot be reversed should they step over it.

Her delicate fingers are searing against his skin brushing across defined muscle and old scars. She's gone beneath his nightshirt to touch and much like her he has never been graced with such physical affections. That they are unmarried and shouldn't be in this bed together much less touching feels like a far off thought at present. That this isn't something they are supposed to be doing becomes less of a concern with each touch and heated kiss.

His own hand against her hip continues it's trajectory. He can't fathom dipping a hand between her legs just yet but her soft noises encourage continued exploration upward. From her hip to her slender waist, her nightgown bunching much too high up due to his actions.

And it may be due to her bite or just the natural progression of things but he murmurs her name so softly against her skin as a wave of nearly unbearable need washes over him. It's like his very veins have been set alight and want and need claw hungrily inside him. There really will be no stopping... And while her bite has fueled this it is just that. Only fuel. This was going to be a blaze that took him one way or another.]

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