[ And he will!! He'll even get there first, having cleaned up relatively fast and heading out the door.
Don't worry about how long he's waiting; he's very patient. He even grins when he sees Eustace approach in the distance, waving a glowing arm. Hey, buddy. ]
[She closes her eyes, leaning into the kiss and shaking her head to his apology.]
What for, though? Why... that way...?
[With her and Eustace and... it's something so personal to her, and to them, and to have something swoop in to try and take advantage of it. It's one thing for the nightmares to use their feelings against them, but it's taken it to another level.]
[She had said that if he needed it to help ease whatever this feeling is that he has, then she would have done it, but it would be under her terms... not that thing's. Her real feelings. That it made him try to draw them out. Force them out. The thought again has her circling her arms around herself instead, the heat in the room growing a touch more stifling.]
[His arms tighten around her, trying to rein in some of that heat as he once more brushes his lips against the top of her hair. He's still rather upset himself, but now that he knows or at least has a proper suspect in mind, he's starting to calm a little more.
But only a little.
To have once again been taken advantaged of... Ugh.
However, that's not important right now.]
And it was. Truthfully... Before everything changed, I quite liked it.
[Normally this is where he would tease her, but clearly neither are in the mood for that. So instead she'll hear his quiet sincerity.]
[Honestly? If he wanted to tease her, she might have welcomed it... welcomed with open arms any lightness that either of them might bring because that would at least mean that they could get back to a sense of normalcy between them, and that they wouldn't let this affect them for long. But she understands, too.]
Really?
[That doesn't diminish the hopeful ring in her voice, though.]
...For what it's worth, I did, too... [A pause, cheeks flushed.] I know it might be too soon, but I wouldn't mind trying it again another time.
[Fingers carding through his hair, she buries her warm face into it.]
... What do you mean, sensitive?
[Is she going to regret asking? Probably, but he might feel her smile gently against him, happy to be talking about something that isn't the vampring. They can worry about that in the morning, with everything else.]
[Even the flowers that decorate the frame of their bed quiver with her reaction—a slight tremble that finds its way through her spine and it all settles right into her cheeks and ears with a warmth that makes it feel like she might burn under it.
Her fingers clutch at his shoulder a little tighter.]
I guess I just... really liked what you did.
[Emphasis on the 'you' part, because she is sure that had come from Eustace, and not some little creature that was hungry for some nightmares.]
[Her arms slip around him, knees bending to hook over his so that she's more settled into his lap now.]
Mm. I'd like that...
[She's doing her best to be more open about what it is she wants, but even that is hard... harder now that the one time that she tried to be, it came back around and bit her. Literally. But she knows that he won't judge her... that she's safe behind their bedroom door.]
Maybe we can try something different next time.
[She has a whole plethora of books in her nightstand.......]
There is the wolfish husband that she knows so well and loves so much. The one that still finds ways to make her cheeks flush and her heart flutter after all this time together.
She knows that they have had a rough go tonight, but it does make her feel better, lighter, and less afraid now that they can find something else to smile about.]
Hm? Don't tell me you're going to start reading them.
[Please don't.]
There is another one that I was reading not that long ago... It was about a mysterious masked man who haunts an opera house. And he whisks the soprano girl away...
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