[ by now it no longer surprises tseng that even their moments of ardent desire are underpinned by genuine adoration, that it comes just as easily to him to say i love you as it does to say i want you. he ducks his head slightly, hides his smile in a kiss he returns to clorinde's jaw, her throat, breathing in the subtly floral scent of her skin. ]
I love you too, [ he says, then places another kiss just atop her pulse. ] Thank you for wanting to.
[ he'd said it earlier, hadn't he? that it's a rare thing for tseng to celebrate his birthday. there are few who even know the date, and among them even fewer who would want to do something like this, take him out for a meal, give him a gift—it's precious to tseng, therefore, that clorinde is not only willing but eager.
tseng holds her close until the elevator doors slide open to deposit them on the queen floor. only then does he unwind his arms from around her, although he once again drops his arm so they can lace their fingers together as they make their way back to tseng's suite—a different suite than he'd been in last she visited, although when he pushes the door open it becomes apparent that the new queen digs are equally sparse.
at any rate, tseng's not really thinking about that. he toes his shoes off in the foyer and then turns to clorinde, offering her a hand to guide her into the room. ]
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I love you too, [ he says, then places another kiss just atop her pulse. ] Thank you for wanting to.
[ he'd said it earlier, hadn't he? that it's a rare thing for tseng to celebrate his birthday. there are few who even know the date, and among them even fewer who would want to do something like this, take him out for a meal, give him a gift—it's precious to tseng, therefore, that clorinde is not only willing but eager.
tseng holds her close until the elevator doors slide open to deposit them on the queen floor. only then does he unwind his arms from around her, although he once again drops his arm so they can lace their fingers together as they make their way back to tseng's suite—a different suite than he'd been in last she visited, although when he pushes the door open it becomes apparent that the new queen digs are equally sparse.
at any rate, tseng's not really thinking about that. he toes his shoes off in the foyer and then turns to clorinde, offering her a hand to guide her into the room. ]
Would you like another drink?