Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman. Status: Closed. Where: Around places. What: Cid and Benedikta follow a lead and sneak into a fancy holiday party. Event stuff TBA. Warnings: it's them, what do you want from me
[She is fully expecting him to whisk her away to the bedroom for the night, so when he takes a different route instead, she glances back over his shoulder with a confused sound.]
There is...? And what might that plan be?
[She may have forgotten about it in all the kiss and mistletoe chaos...]
[She is restless as she waits, wondering what he could be up to, and by the time he returns, she'll have found a way to lie down and stretch across the couch, and she is kicking her feet up in the air.
But she snaps upright the moment she sees him and the several boxes in hand, and her hand shoots to her mouth with a gasp.]
Shit... I forgot about the gifts... I have some for you too, I must—
Please, Cidolfus. I am not that drunk, just a little...
[Okay, maybe she is, but she is not so intoxicated that she can't appreciate what he's doing, and she throws her arms around him instead of finishing that sentence. It doesn't matter.]
[There is clear disappointment when he releases her from his hold, and she clings to him for several seconds more, drawing on his warmth as much as she can.
But with a dramatic sigh and a click of her tongue, she leans back and starts to push herself up. Carefully this time.]
[Once she's up, he just spreads his arms out abainst the back of the couch and crosses his ankle over his knee as he grins lazily, as if taunting her like a fox.]
[Oh, that taunting is working. It's clear by the way her eyes rove lazily and fondly over him that she is at an impasse, caught between wanting to grab what she needed to grab and leaping right back into his lap to settle there for the rest of the night. She chews on her lip, smiling, before she turns and saunters away to their bedroom, hips swaying in that way they always do to make sure that she grabs his attention and keeps it until she disappears.
Only for her to come scurrying back moments later with a bag draped over her arm, a box, and a satchel in her other hand, and she tumbles right onto the couch when she arrives back, her cheeks already uncharacteristically red with anticipation.]
[His eyes will certainly remain fixed on those hips, smiling to himself a bit when she finally disappears before gathering the gifts he brought again into a neater pile next to him. He does wonder what she could have gotten, and that question only deepens when she returns with more than he expected.]
Of course. Choose whichever you want.
[There are four distinct gifts: a long, thin box; a medium sized box; an even smaller box; and a velvet pouch.]
Oh? But I thought you said to choose whichever I wanted.
[Her grip on it tightens, but she does let him take it from her with a small bit of effort. Now she really wants to know what's in the little box, and the way her eyes follow it says as much.]
In that case... [She picks up the largest box.] We shall start with this one?
[He didn't think she'd pick the small one first!! Although in hindsight he should have kept it hidden and saved it for last from the start...no, actually it shouldn't have mattered and up until that point it didn't, but somehow he got a sudden flare of nerves when she picked if first of all things.
Bit ridiculous, he knows, yet...
Anyway, he just pulls back the rest to give her more space.]
Go ahead. Just don't swing it around too much.
[A wry joke, perhaps a hint?
And once she undoes the ribbon tying the box together and open it, she will find a new rapier resting within, the steel having a tinge of blue and the handle with an intricate yet elegant design.]
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[A devious grin as he pulls her up closer, but then he gives her a more cheerful smile.]
However, there is still one thing left for the night before we get into that.
[Instead of their bedroom, he takes her to the living area where he'll set her down on the couch.]
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There is...? And what might that plan be?
[She may have forgotten about it in all the kiss and mistletoe chaos...]
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Just wait right there.
[And off he goes to disappear further into the house, specifically his office. When he returns, he'll have a few boxes in hand.]
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But she snaps upright the moment she sees him and the several boxes in hand, and her hand shoots to her mouth with a gasp.]
Shit... I forgot about the gifts... I have some for you too, I must—
[When she rushes to her feet, she wobbles...
And plops back down onto the couch.]
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It's all right. Admittedly I should have done this before you had that last glass.
[And then a quirk of his brow before he chuckles.]
Or three.
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Please, Cidolfus. I am not that drunk, just a little...
[Okay, maybe she is, but she is not so intoxicated that she can't appreciate what he's doing, and she throws her arms around him instead of finishing that sentence. It doesn't matter.]
Let me go fetch yours...?
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Think you can make it?
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Well, not if you hold me like this, I will not...
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[A grin as leans in closer.]
Can't you just be my gift? I'll enjoy "unwrapping" you just as much...
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You may have that as well. But you would spoil all the other surprises with this one?
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[And his lips already move to her cheek and then her jaw, hands moving to her side.]
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But I want to know what you have in those boxes.
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[A playful nip at her neck.]
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[She drags him down onto the couch with her, legs wrapping around his waist to keep him from escaping, as if he would.]
That is unfair, Cidolfus. You know well enough what will happen if we indulge now...
[Yet here she is, not doing anything to stop him, and even pulling him in for a kiss.]
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Mm...quite the quandary.
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[She rests against him, and whatever tension she had left in her body leaves her in a single exhale.]
Whatever will you do...? Free me so I can fetch your Winterstide gift, or perhaps we will be stuck here for the rest of the night?
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Might as well do it now.
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But with a dramatic sigh and a click of her tongue, she leans back and starts to push herself up. Carefully this time.]
Wait here while I go fetch yours. Do not move.
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[Once she's up, he just spreads his arms out abainst the back of the couch and crosses his ankle over his knee as he grins lazily, as if taunting her like a fox.]
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Only for her to come scurrying back moments later with a bag draped over her arm, a box, and a satchel in her other hand, and she tumbles right onto the couch when she arrives back, her cheeks already uncharacteristically red with anticipation.]
Me first.
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Of course. Choose whichever you want.
[There are four distinct gifts: a long, thin box; a medium sized box; an even smaller box; and a velvet pouch.]
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Spoiling me as always. You did not have to get so much...
[Says her, getting roughly the same amount.
But she will have to deliberate first before she points to... the small box.]
This one.
[She looks to him for his approval.]
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...
And then some hesitation.]
Perhaps that one would be better for last.
[And going to try pull that small one away...]
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[Her grip on it tightens, but she does let him take it from her with a small bit of effort. Now she really wants to know what's in the little box, and the way her eyes follow it says as much.]
In that case... [She picks up the largest box.] We shall start with this one?
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Bit ridiculous, he knows, yet...
Anyway, he just pulls back the rest to give her more space.]
Go ahead. Just don't swing it around too much.
[A wry joke, perhaps a hint?
And once she undoes the ribbon tying the box together and open it, she will find a new rapier resting within, the steel having a tinge of blue and the handle with an intricate yet elegant design.]
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ππ fin.