Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman. Status: Closed. Where: The Roost, The Farplane. What: Cid and Benedikta move to a new house in the Roost. Event stuff later. Warnings: The usual. :)
[She can only watch him with all the affection in the world in her eyes, because who would have thought that on their first night of freedom, they would be arguing about what desserts to make for one another...
Or perhaps this is exactly where they are supposed to be.
Either way, she awaits his answers.]
And what, pray tell, might you make? You know that I am very picky.
[It would be surprising if not a soul heard her cry of surprise when she is suddenly on her back, or the sound of her laughter when it echoes through the quiet of their room. Her arms go around his shoulders in similar "defiance", but she makes no effort to push him away. The tilt of her head and the wrap of her legs around his only encourages him, surely.]
Well, it would be boring if I let you have all the fun on your own, would it not?
[Yet despite the airy and lighter mood, her gaze is heavy with affection as she watches him.]
[Though, she is only teasing. He could make her just about anything with any fruit and she would enjoy it. In fact, there may not be a fruit that she does not like...]
[She would never. She likes his hair far too much to do anything but play with it as she looks up at him, her smile pulling just a bit wider and more playful.]
Oh, plenty. Would you like me to list them all? We might never get to sleep if I start.
[He knows she is, but he's still going to grumble a bit before he's repositioning himself to be more alongside her. Fun and endearing as all this was... He wasn't quite lying about feeling his age in this moment. Tired, exhausted, but also feeling relaxed and at peace like this.
Enough so that when he looks at her again, there's that overwhelming fondness all over again, and while this may seem sudden...]
Benna.
[His voice is quiet as he presses his lips against the top of her brow.]
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[A small look of surprise before he tilts his head thoughtfully.]
Suppose it would be fair...
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Or perhaps this is exactly where they are supposed to be.
Either way, she awaits his answers.]
And what, pray tell, might you make? You know that I am very picky.
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[HMMMM HE'S THINKING SERIOUSLY!!]
Perhaps a pie? Or a cobbler or pudding...
[And then his eyes shine as he looks up at her with a wide grin.]
Hah, I got it! Never made it but I know just the thing to try.
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But when he looks up at her with that all too familiar shine in his eyes, she returns it with one of curious surprise.]
What? What is it?
[IS HE GOING TO TELL HER]
Or do not tell me it's going to be a surprise...
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Yes it is.]
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[She punishes him by rolling over until she is on top of him, and she can relentlessly shower him in kisses that tickle his jaw and down to his neck.]
If I had a cake, I'd have stuffed the icing in your face by now...!
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Would you be the one to clean it up?
[And then a leg hooks around her so that he can roll them again so he's on top, eyes gleaming playfully.]
Or should I let you share in the fun?
[It will be his turn to shower her in kisses, first to her lips before moving elsewhere, though he'll sneak a bite at her neck when he descends down.]
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Well, it would be boring if I let you have all the fun on your own, would it not?
[Yet despite the airy and lighter mood, her gaze is heavy with affection as she watches him.]
You won't even give me a little hint?
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And ruin it?
[Rising back up, his lips brush against hers with all the affection in the world.]
You'll just have to be patient.
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[She pouts at the brush of his lips before she's pulling him in closer for a proper kiss.]
You get cakes and puddings and stews and cupcakes and what do I get...? I told you already, I am not a patient woman.
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Have any of my surprises disappointed you?
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[He gets a very pointed look for that.]
But I thought it only fair that I at least know what I am in for. I thought the when was the surprise...
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[And his eyes shine as he simply says:]
It will have fruit in it.
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It had better be peaches.
[Though, she is only teasing. He could make her just about anything with any fruit and she would enjoy it. In fact, there may not be a fruit that she does not like...]
Not much of a hint, though.
[Still being stubborn about it.]
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You'll just have to wait. And it won't be just the dessert, I also plan on giving you a full meal to go with it.
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[She tut tuts right back, her gaze softening again.]
... So long as you promise to rest like I asked.
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I promise. Was reminded of my age again with that last show.
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You are not that old...
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[Just a low mutter as he closes his eyes to her touch.]
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[Now she's plucking at his hair like a little bird preening her favourite bear.]
I don't mind them.
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[As long as she doesn't actually pluck anything—but there is a amused, lazy smile from her actions.]
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Oh, plenty. Would you like me to list them all? We might never get to sleep if I start.
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I'm not that bad!
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[She boops him on the nose. Of course she is teasing...]
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Enough so that when he looks at her again, there's that overwhelming fondness all over again, and while this may seem sudden...]
Benna.
[His voice is quiet as he presses his lips against the top of her brow.]
I love you.
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ππ fin.