WINTER WONDERLAND: BARODOMI

[holynights]

The Winter Wonderland honeymoon suite is located in the nearby foothills and is more or less a complete ski lodge condo. The cozy room features its own scenic views and a fireplace for keeping warm. There's also an enormous, private bath with bubble jets and a tub waterfall. Barok and Domi will also have the chance to experience television for the first time in their lives! They can watch select external broadcasts, and unedited footage from the house will occasionally be available should they wish to snoop on their fellow contestants.

While the resort offers plenty of activities, excursions, and dining opportunities for enrichment and entertainment, it's perfectly fine to spend the rest of your honeymoon just getting to know one another better instead.

There's definitely only one bed, so get used to it and make the most of it. This vacation is still young!

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[hallowdiscourtesy]

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?

[dominooo]

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. ]

[hallowdiscourtesy]

[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.]

[dominooo]

[ 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. ]

[hallowdiscourtesy]

[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.]

[dominooo]

[ 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.

[hallowdiscourtesy]

[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.]

[dominooo]

[ 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--

[hallowdiscourtesy]

[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.]

[dominooo]

[ 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.

[hallowdiscourtesy]

[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.]