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[When she feels that shock, her body arches all the way up into him, a low moan drifting over his ear where her lips rest, and he'll hear her click her tongue.]

You are not doing this to see if something else happens...

[Cheater.]

[That sound makes his smirk deepen and he only answers with with a teasing brush of his fingertips down at her hips.]

And if I am?

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[A light shudder and goosebumps trail in the wake of his fingertips, her nerves slowly reigniting one by one all over again, and it's at times like this when she wonders if he knows exactly what he does to her. With the way she can feel his smile widen, she can hazard a guess...]

I suppose that depends on the sort of reaction you are looking for...

[A trembling sigh against his neck, and she tries to rein it all back in.]

We cannot stay here forever.

[That is her way of saying that they really should get up. That she should get up because she is feeling a little overwhelmed at the moment, not by Garuda, but by the realizations that have come forth because of her.]

[Just a slow swirl of his fingertips over her skin... Before they drum more playfully.]

I think otherwise, but. I'll let you win. This time.

[Just another smirk before he runs his hands over her one last time before he lets her free. Well, she does have to get off of him first given that she's half on him.]

[She almost regrets saying so now that he's agreed, especially when his hands roam over her one last time and she's forced to savour that feeling, brief as it is, before it's gone. She knows, too, that the moment they go their separate ways, the sound of the harpy's screams will only return, and she will return, louder and angrier than they were before.

...

But she cannot keep running to him about it hoping that he will soothe it. No matter how many times he tries to reassure her that she could... Eventually, even his presence will do nothing.

With a low hum of her disapproval and a thoughtful frown hidden away, she pushes herself up from the bed, the sheets sliding over her skin and away, and she leans down to pick up his shirt from the floor...]

And what of next time?

[... so that she can toss it at his face.]

[Annnnd just going to roll over onto his side to watch, head propped up against his hand. She had her show last time, now it's his turn to enjoy the views.]

Next time you might not have a choice.

[Back turned, she can still feel his eyes on her as she stands. He will get a bit of a show, as she smirks, bends forward, and picks up her own clothes that had been messily discarded to the floor. She doesn't put them back on though, and instead goes to the drawers to find fresh, clean things to wear. For a moment, she deliberates, digging through until she pulls out a particularly thin lacy green underwear that she slips on.]

Oh?

[She lets the band snap against her hip.

To the wardrobe with some fine leathers to pick from, but first, she points to his shirt on the bed.]

Get dressed before I change my mind.

If you mean "change your mind and come back to bed" then not really a very convincing threat.

[Should he tempt her? Only works if she's looking at him, though...

A smirk as he just shoots a small snap of levin at her ass.]

[A poor threat indeed.]

I meant changing my mind about—

[She is rudely interrupted when she feels a heat springing from her behind, right through her cheeks and up into her spine, and it sends her reeling forward with a loud cry of surprise so that she crashes into the wardrobe, forcing herself to brace against the doors of it so she doesn't completely fall in. Though, she very nearly does, her head disappearing a moment into the hanging leathers inside.

The whole wardrobe rattles when she whirls around to stare a million daggers at him.]

Cidolfus!

[DON'T ZAP A DIGNIFIED LADY??

And there's a sudden burst of wind in retaliation, strong enough to blow his hair back and the sheets away from him.]

[He's laughing, her reaction far more than what he expected, but then it's cut when she blasts that wind of her...

...

And completely exposes him.

Well.

He's just gonna stretch out a bit here—]

Thanks for that, was starting to feel a bit warm.

[Even through all of her pouting, she stares at him, getting caught up in the way that his muscles move before she remembers herself and tears her eyes away.]

You are certainly much looser with your mouth than you used to be. And your magic.

[Just a lot of loud noises coming from the wardrobe as she searches for something to wear, all of her frustration with him being taken out on the poor clothes hangers.

But it hasn't escaped her notice, either. He has been more... playful here than she remembers him being. Annoyingly so, but it's different. Never mind him flinging his lightning at her ass when she isn't looking, but beyond that, too. And while she hasn't seen him with others, he has become more daring with her.

That stupid smug smile of his.]

Hmm... Suppose living the free life as an outlaw does that.

[Less rules, less formalities. And enough rough life where humor and levity is the only way to keep going.]

And if there is one good use for my magic it's for you.

[Not like it uses much of his aether to begin with. With or without the curse he would have used it for that. A worthy sacrifice—

But he'll start to get up now, grabbing his clothes to start dressing himself.]

You have always had a knack for breaking the rules.

[Those rules being the ones of her bedroom. Unstated rules but rules nonetheless, the very first and most important one being: Do not zap Benedikta with lightning unless she asks for it.

She yanks a lace-up top from the hanger and slides it over her head, and she crosses the room to him as he begins to dress, stopping him only for a moment, a hand resting over his.]

But this is not your little hideaway.

[She frees him, and saunters back a pace to start lacing up her shirt.]

[He just looks down at her, eying her little ensemble for a moment before grinning.]

Could always make it so.

[Uh huh. She sees the way he's looking at her, and she turns around, sauntering back across the room with her hips swaying to find some pants from the drawer—a pair of tight leather ones, because that's really all she has. ... And what she could find to steal on the Stormbringer.

She slips into them slowly, allowing the leather to slip over her long, thin legs with ease.]

What, yours not good enough anymore? I suppose you do have a cat now. No doubt it has seized your apartment for itself.

Who says it just wouldn't be part of my grand network?

[Pants on, shirt next.]

But fortunately for me, she tends to like high places. Or my shoulders.

A feline with good tastes.

[Back she comes, closing the distance between them easily with just a few short steps, and once he has his shirt on, she'll reach out to start lacing it up for him before he can get a hold of it.]

Your shoulders would make a fine perch.

[She would know. She had her legs hooked over them earlier.]

[Just a slight arch of the brow as he watches her.]

Surprised you're allowing something else use it.

[She's really half-assing these strings, but it's not like he laces his own shirts up as it is anyway, so...

Once she's satisfied with it, she pulls back with something of a grin.]

I could make an exception for a cat, but I've yet to meet her. I will hold my verdict until I do.

[Hmmm...]

Do you want to?

[He's also going to let the strings be because she's right—he doesn't really care much one way or another.]

You're sure?

[She hitches up a brow before she's moving in front of the mirror to straighten her hair, eyeing him through his reflection.]

She sounds like a handful. Will you be able to handle the both of us in the same room?

[That would be a yes. She would like to meet the cat that would make Cidolfus Telamon heel to her every wish. Maybe she will learn a thing or two from her.]

Wouldn't offer if I didn't.

[Oh, all her plushies are on the floor and her bed is a mess... He'll actually start straightening her bed because he is a good guy like that.

Both in the same room, though... Truly it would be interesting.]

And I can tell you're curious.

[You know, if he could just leave the plushies on the floor, that would be great. Don't need to bring any further attention to them... and as he starts to straighten out her sheets, she watches him still in the mirror, lips pressing into a thin line.

So idyllic that she can't stand it.]

You don't need to do that.

[Just an offhand comment, though her voice is firmer than she'd prefer it to be before she turns the conversation back around to the cat.]

I just want to know the sort of cat that would pick you.

[And once she's finished straightening out and untangling her hair in the back—]

Shall we?

Not a problem.

[With his back turned, he doesn't notice her expression though he did catch that tone. However, he misinterprets it as him just messing with her things.]

Unless you have something hidden over here... Secret books, perhaps?

[A small smirk to himself as he recalls one particular memory about that and ends up a little distracted from actually leaving because he's curious if there really is a secret stash... Or maybe not so secret these days.

So she'll just hear and see him snooping around her bed instead of answering to leave.]

[Well, that is part of it—she doesn't need him messing with and going through her stuff! So, when he doesn't follow after her and instead starts snooping around some more, she pauses in the doorway of her room to whip back around at him.]

What are you—!?

[If her frown got any deeper, it'd leave itself there, but there is also a redness that's risen into her cheekbones because no, she has not forgotten that particular memory either.]

If you are looking for my books, you need not look further than the shelf...! [HUFFS.] Not that it's any of your business.

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