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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[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.]