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tseng "assigned service top at birth" ff7r (q♦) ([personal profile] nonvoting) wrote2024-03-03 07:59 am

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[personal profile] empaler 2025-05-07 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ it wasn't the very first time she'd stayed the night, but it was one of the first few — early enough that she wouldn't forget it with how rare it was for her to do so back home. even now, it still feels a little new to know that there is a place for her at tseng's side, and that he wants her to be there. ]

To have the privilege of your time is a gift in itself.

[ which is also a joke but rooted in truth. he's a popular man, but he chose to be here tonight. the significance of that doesn't go unnoticed.

she glances down at the menu and remembers that, yes, there's still the rest of dinner to get through.
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Do you enjoy wine? [ actually— ] I don't think I've ever asked if there was something in particular that you liked.
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[personal profile] empaler 2025-05-15 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ the addition makes her smile grow, if only because it's new information that he decided to share with her. there was never a sense of urgency to learn everything about each other and she was content to proceed at their own pace, but she's nonetheless happy to know more about him whenever she's able to. ]

I assume that's an important ingredient for gin. I've never had it, but I'd like to try.

[ it's only the second time he's mentioned his home, and while she's far from knowing all of it, it's still nice to have these little details. when one of the staff comes by to take their drink orders, she decides to get one with gin in it — something more tart than sweet. ]

I don't often drink due to the nature of my work, but on those few occasions, I've had red wine. Sometimes whiskey. If I had to pick a favorite, I'd choose the latter.
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[personal profile] empaler 2025-05-19 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's not a flavor profile that she's accustomed to — a little more bitter than she'd first expected, but it's pleasant. the fact that it's his favorite does make it taste sweeter in a way, even if she knows it's likely attributed to the warmth left behind at the knowledge and less about the flavor.

but they get through dinner, and she orders another, forgetting for a moment about where they are and who she has to be. nine months spent in the resort has taught her more about herself than the past twenty-something years—how it feels to be just clorinde while being with tseng, and the comfortable ease of it. sometimes it catches her by surprise when she thinks about all the changes between them from when she'd first met him. minor ones when viewed individually, but as a whole it feels much more significant.

like leaving gilded cage tipsier than when she'd entered, letting tseng pull her close with his nose against her hair. at his thanks, she tips her face up to his, fingers brushing along his jaw coax him down for a kiss while she leans against him, uncaring of anyone else that could pass by.
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If I haven't monopolized enough of your time already, may I walk you back to your suite?
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[personal profile] empaler 2025-05-22 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's not very appropriate and not very decent, certainly, as they haven't made it very far from the restaurant. but she's not thinking about that, nor is she thinking much about anything else, letting herself indulge in the kiss until he finally pulls away. his arm is a warm band around her waist, steady and comforting as she leans into it. the movement arches her back a little, pressing her chest flush against his.

and yet in spite of all of that, she's just as guilty of feeling a little shy — the light flush on her cheeks just as incriminating as the way she presses her lips to his cheek to hide a smile.
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I was hoping you'd ask.

[ mainly because of the second half of the gift still hidden beneath her dress, but she'd never refuse the opportunity to spend more time with him.

it's a bit of a walk to his suite, but she doesn't mind, if only because it gives her the excuse to kiss him again once they make it to the elevator.
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[personal profile] empaler 2025-05-28 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's immediate—tseng reaches for her once the doors close and she's already tipping her face up to his without even thinking of it, breathing a sigh into his mouth that could almost be one of relief. her hands slip beneath his suit jacket, palms smoothing over his hips to meet at the small of his back, nudging him forward as she steps closer. maybe it's the alcohol, or her affection, or likely some combination of both, but once their bodies press together the solid warmth of him against her front is so sweet it makes her shiver. ]

I love you, [ she murmurs in between kisses, softly and with more emotion that catches her off guard. one day she'll be able to say it without feeling overwhelmed, but that day isn't today. she swallows, pressing her lips briefly to the corner of his mouth and then the hinge of his jaw. ] I'm happy to spend part of today with you.

[ would that she could spend every birthday with him, but who knows if either of them would be here still tomorrow, much less in another year? their days are limited, but she can only do what she can, which is to cherish each moment she does have with him. ]
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[personal profile] empaler 2025-06-02 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ with most of her focus on tseng, the notice of his change in rank is more of an afterthought, something to file away for later when she's not caught up in his arms. the new suite, while large, is sparse—fitting, given how his previous one was, and perhaps that's a little comforting in its own right. no matter the changes around them, he has still remained the same.

she steps out of her heels, her feet now blessedly flat against the floor as she follows him further inside. she shakes her head at his question, fingers slipping around and up to hold his wrist instead.
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No, I think I've had enough.

[ she guides his hand to the slit in her dress so he can feel the thin material of her stockings, then higher up, where his fingers may graze along the lace edge of a garter, hinting at something more beneath. tights and garter belts were part of the duelist uniform back home, but it's been some time since she's worn them after arriving in the resort. ]

What about you?
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[personal profile] empaler 2025-06-10 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ her underwear is high cut, which means his palm meets bare skin where it cups her thigh and ass, only interrupted by the strap of the garter. she goes easily when he pulls her close, lifting her leg to hook it over his hip in a silent invitation for more contact, to encourage his hand to wander further wherever he pleases.

she finds herself laughing quietly against his mouth, brief and warm with affection as she shakes her head.
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You're not wrong. [ she already feels a little exposed like this. it's silly, given how much of her he's seen, but it's... different when it's purposeful. ] Something else for you to unwrap, if you'd like.

[ clorinde would never admit that she's adept in seducing anyone, nor would she admit she's doing so now, but maybe that's all right. this is for tseng, because she could and because she wanted to, and perhaps that's enough. ]