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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.

Don't have any other toys?

[Oh he is being absolutely incorrigible right now with that wicked grin of his before he pops over to that shelf to look at the titles and start to pull out one—]

[Well, the book she doesn't mind. The one that he does pull out will happen to be an exceptionally raunchy novel that involves a woman and her bodyguard that she won't try to snatch from him, but she does lean against the doorframe to watch with an impatiently cocked hip and an arched brow.]

If I did, I would not be telling you.

[The slightest quirk of her lip.]

Unless you'll be needing them to satisfy me.

Needing? No.

[Flipping through the book. Uh huh. Uh.... Huh.]

Make things more interesting? Maybe.

[And he is actually canting his head upon reading a particular passage and turns to her, drumming his fingers against it.]

Like this scene—should we try it sometime?

[How much does she want to throw him out right now—]

[She would very much like to introduce his ass to the door right now, and okay, now she will stomp on over and snatch the book out of his hands, but not before looking at the page and the scene he's referring to.

Ah, yes. It does indeed involve multiple different toys... that she might know where to find, but when she is with him, she's discovered that his levin is more than enough to get the same effect, if not better. Hotter. Deeper—

Fuck. And there go her thoughts wandering.

Benedikta shoves the book against his chest.]

Keep it. You might be able to learn a thing or two from it.

[He may take that however he would like, because a small part of her does mean it. And yes, she would be lying if she said she hasn't thought about trying any of these things in her books, but like hell she is going to say that to him.]

[He was half joking, half intrigued, but her reaction has him chuckling as he holds the book.]

Sure, why not. Bit curious what little fantasies you might have.

[He's not helping at all. However, he will finally be making his way out of her room.]

[Well now her face is red as she watches him walk past her and out the room with the book, annoyed and a bit flustered that he actually took it. Was she hoping he would be all smug about it and tell her he didn't need it, only to put it back? Maybe...

This fucking man...

With a little sound of disapproval under her breath, she follows after him, glaring daggers into the back of his head because she knows he's grinning to himself like an idiot.

And as they head for the front door—]

I'll want that back, you know.

[She is absolutely right on all accounts, and he just tilts his head back and waves the book in his hand with a wink.]

Don't worry, I'll have it back to you in a few days.

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[Just a firm shut of the door behind them, Benedikta locking it.]

Make sure you take detailed notes.

[And she walks past him, hips swaying as she moves.]

I'll be interested to see what caught your eye. And other things.

I'll be sure to let you know.

[A low chuckle as he follows her for a few steps before—]

Do you know the way?

[...

....

Well. That gets her to stop, and that's her answer, with a side-eye at him.]

You were taking too long.

[This is just going to be a constant thing with them isn't it—]

At least you were heading towards the right set of elevators.

[A grin as he now leads her down the towards said elevators, where he'll hit the button down.

And fortunately they won't have to wait too long to step onto it, and it's technically not long ride down. But seeing how Benedikta is keeping a notable distance from him and knowing well why given their last time together on an elevator, he just pops open the book, looks over it at her, and starts reading a certain passage.]

Hmm, this part seems well read.

"With his hand gripping her chin, he forced her to stare at her face in the mirror, eyes red with tears and mouth open as she could vividly watch how he deep he—"

[She is indeed avoiding him as they step on the elevator for all the reasons that he's figured out on his own. Benedikta finds a place to lean against the wall on the opposite side of the box, avoiding his gaze... until she feels it resting on her.

She's about to ask him for what before he flips open the book to a random page, and...

...?

Starts to fucking read from it!?

And Benedikta is smashing the lit-up button for his floor because how does she make this move faster!? When that doesn't work, she slams her finger into the open door button so hard that she could probably break it if she wanted to.

Before he can get to the really detailed description of what goes on in that scene—]

Enough, Cidolfus!

[Why is she blushing so much!? Why is she so flustered!?!?! And why is there a warmth settling between her thighs? It's not like this is embarrassing? She has no shame that she reads these novels, but why does it feel so different when it's being read in his voice?

Ding!

Oh thank the gods.

OPEN DOOR OPEN DOOR OPEN DOOR]

[Watching her as he reads almost makes him break out into laughter, that smile widening with each word, until he does end up laughing once the door opens.

And he'll continue to laugh as he leads her to his apartment, the book tucked tight beneath his arm.]

What, embarrassed?

[Smirkity smirk smirk as he fishes out his keys to unlock his door.]

[She just wants to grab that book out of his hand and slap him with it or throw it at him to knock that stupid smirk off his face!!!]

Absolutely not! [She's huffing and puffing and bristling as she follows him out of the elevator and down the hall.] I've already read it. There's nothing for me to be embarrassed about.

[Except that he was reading it. In his voice. Looking at her like that.]

[And just before he opens the door, he's going to lean in close and murmur in his low, deep voice—]

"—how deep his cock was swallowed by her—

[She is not expecting him to lean in and say that, so when he does, it both makes her stiffen and shoots a relentless shiver all the way down her spine from her ear and then back up—]

Stop that!

[And she gives him a shove that she hopes will topple him over!!!

Gods, she aches so much right now, her body running hot, but she will not afford him any more satisfaction.]

[He lets her shove him because he's again laughing, her reaction priceless. He can't tell how much he's affected her, so perhaps it's some fortune for Benedikta that he only assumes he's embarrassing the hell out of her.

So he staggers a bit against the door before he finally opens it with another laugh.]

It's not like you haven't heard worse!

[Wasn't she all "has no shame" and all that?]

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[Yes, and she still is in the "has no shame" boat, except it's different when it's him reading it out loud at her, and in her ear, no less!]

Not in this context, Cidolfus.

[She tosses her head back with another loud huff. He is more than welcome to do so in other specific contexts, but not when she is stuck in an elevator with him.

With a clear of her throat, she pushes past him through the door.]

So, where is this cat?

[Enough about the erotica!!!]

[He's still chuckling to himself as he closes the door behind him, and right on cue—

Meoooowwr.

A soft, languid meow can be heard above them on one of the many perches Cid has made, the gray cat staring down at them with some curiosity as the tip of her tail curls up and down. In fact, there are quite a few along the wall, and in the corner by the window is a tall cat tree, where Ashtail has the perfect view outside.]

That's Ashtail. She prefers high places.

[Not unlike someone else here.]

[Stop! Laughing!!!

Fortunately, the cat serves as a proper distraction as Benedikta's eyes are immediately drawn to her high up on one of her... many perches. Wow, he really went all out for this cat, didn't he? Do cats even need this many perches? Does she even use them all?

Benedikta steps further inside, closer to the cat who remains right where she is.]

As she should. [A lift of her brow, and the corner of her lip.] What with you wandering around down here.

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