[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ being a little shy himself is one thing, but to see that same gentle shyness reflected in clorinde's expression makes tseng's heart feel as though it's going to burst. he presses his nose briefly into her cheek, feeling the warmth of her blush, and muffles a helpless laugh in her hair before straightening up to offer her his arm like a proper gentleman. ]
In that case, [ he says, fighting against a smile that's nonetheless visible in his gaze as he looks down at clorinde.
the walk to the elevator is a blessedly short one. the private lifts that service the face card floors are centrally located for maximum convenience, and for the very first time tseng finds himself appreciating that fact, not least of all because once the elevator car arrives and the doors slide shut behind them, tseng and clorinde find themselves very much alone.
and it's in the full knowledge of that solitude that tseng turns to face clorinde again, bringing his palms up to frame her cheeks as he ducks his head into another kiss—this one much deeper, much more passionate than the one they'd shared outside the restaurant, plain evidence of both his attraction and his love for her. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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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. ]
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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In that case, [ he says, fighting against a smile that's nonetheless visible in his gaze as he looks down at clorinde.
the walk to the elevator is a blessedly short one. the private lifts that service the face card floors are centrally located for maximum convenience, and for the very first time tseng finds himself appreciating that fact, not least of all because once the elevator car arrives and the doors slide shut behind them, tseng and clorinde find themselves very much alone.
and it's in the full knowledge of that solitude that tseng turns to face clorinde again, bringing his palms up to frame her cheeks as he ducks his head into another kiss—this one much deeper, much more passionate than the one they'd shared outside the restaurant, plain evidence of both his attraction and his love for her. ]
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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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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?
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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. ]
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?