[ 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. ]
[ oh, shiva. there is something immediately, powerfully attractive about the way clorinde takes tseng's hand and guides it down to her thigh, into the high-cut slit of her dress so he can skim his fingertips up her stockings until he meets the lacy fabric of her garter. he doesn't even need to see it—just the knowledge that it's there, that it's been there this entire time, sends a jolt of attraction through him so powerful that it makes him exhale a sharp breath before he smiles.
it seems unlike clorinde to wear stockings and a garter and no other lingerie. despite himself, admittedly, tseng's imagination does begin to run away with him a bit. ]
I think I've had enough too, [ is his immediate response. his hand slips further in through the slit of her dress, cupping possessively around the back of her thigh just below the curve of her ass. his fingers press into the crease there as he pulls her against him, his other hand coming up to cup her face and draw her in for a hot kiss.
when they part, tseng stays close enough that he can feel her breath against his mouth. ]
I'm beginning to think there may be a second part to my birthday present, [ he says, a smile tugging at his lips. ] Am I wrong?
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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?
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it seems unlike clorinde to wear stockings and a garter and no other lingerie. despite himself, admittedly, tseng's imagination does begin to run away with him a bit. ]
I think I've had enough too, [ is his immediate response. his hand slips further in through the slit of her dress, cupping possessively around the back of her thigh just below the curve of her ass. his fingers press into the crease there as he pulls her against him, his other hand coming up to cup her face and draw her in for a hot kiss.
when they part, tseng stays close enough that he can feel her breath against his mouth. ]
I'm beginning to think there may be a second part to my birthday present, [ he says, a smile tugging at his lips. ] Am I wrong?