[There's no need for words, after that--acknowledgment comes in the form of another deep kiss, hips rising to meet hers in perfect tandem. (She did ask for a dance, after all.)
He couldn't outlast her at the station, and he can't do it here, either. She is irresistibly incandescent, and Childe's never been for resisting his desires anyway.
He can feel his pleasure crest, and he doesn't try to hold it back. Instead, he breaks their kiss to lean his head back and swear, tensing up beneath her and working sheerly on autopilot to bring her to her peak too. Hopefully she's as close as he was, because his focus is lost now. He is only a man, Primrose, take pity on him.]
But luckily for him, a combination of it having been far too long, his nimble fingers, just how well he matches her... does the trick. She squirms on top of him, breath faltering a bit at the sound of his cursing, but as he continues, she can't hope to hold out any longer. She can tell he's reached his peak, at least, which is always a sense of pride for her, but then Primrose can no longer focus on trivial things like pride (in that moment).
She shudders, gasps out his name - Ajax - her tone colored more by a warm emotion that she will not admit to later, and there's the pleasure that swamps her, threatens to pull her under.
She refuses to collapse on top of him, at least, though she's trembling from the effort. ]
[The way her pleasure washes over him elicits another full-body shudder, and the hand he'd left on her hip tightens to feel it, nails digging into her skin. It's too much, chasing after it for anything more--but he does anyway, just a little. Unable to help himself even when it draws out a soft, unintentional ah, ah, sensitivity rapidly approaching the edge of pain. Greed is instinctive, apparently.
She doesn't collapse on him, but when he finally pulls his hand away from her sex, it's to wrap his arms loosely around her and try to draw her down with him as he flops fully back onto the bed. A moment of respite, free from pride and pretense.
For all that he loves to run his mouth, he's quiet now, simply catching his breath and savor the high. It's almost too warm in the room, now, but he doesn't reach over to turn the heat pillar off. It's fine.]
[ It is fine. It's a more pleasant warmth than Sunshade's persistent, shimmering heat and therefore does nothing to make her feel uncomfortable, given past experience. She's grown to accept afterglow affection a little better since her time at the space station, so doesn't protest when he coaxes her down-- merely breathes out a very soft laugh and acquiesces, tucking her head under his chin.
She aches, pleasantly. Between her legs, little spots on her skin from where his teeth and nails had left their mark, but it's nice to feel all of it and she runs a gentle hand along his side, for no real reason at all. Just to enjoy touching him.
[This will surely become uncomfortable sooner rather than later, but honestly, he thinks it's worth it. By the time it occurs to him that she might not have wanted to lay like this, she's already settled, and he elects not to question it. She'll move if she wants to, he knows. Until then, he'll enjoy having her close.
Her touch feels nice, too. He still doesn't shiver, but he makes a soft, pleased sound when her fingers catch on the edge of his worst scar. Eventually, he lets his head loll to the side, and he breathes out a laugh as his gaze catches on the ruins of his clothes on the floor.]
I didn't think that through very well, did I?
[This is what he gets for 1. assuming she'd want her own room and 2. being unable to resist a little danger. Dumb man. Absolute idiot.]
[ Primrose lifts her head to follow the path of his gaze-- and arches an eyebrow first at the clothes (or remnants thereof) and then at him.
Ah, yes. When he'd wanted her to follow through. Of course. ]
Well, you find yourself with several options.
[ Stay and figure out what to do about it in the morning, or leave and figure out what to do about it now. She won't share a preference either way, just watching him with a more tranquil amusement. ]
Mm. I was just thinking you might want a bath in a little while, is all.
[Tomorrow, certainly, if not at some point tonight, before she sleeps. But Childe certainly isn't making any effort to move, not beyond lifting a hand to brush some of her hair back over her shoulder. Is he admiring his hickey handiwork... maybe... is he assuming they'll bathe together... also maybe. He got with the program eventually.]
It's alright, though. Not much sense in modesty amongst soldiers.
[And soldiers make up the vast majority of those under his personal command, so. He doesn't seem particularly bothered about what state his people might see him in, which probably isn't a surprise. He was never modest at the station, either. And why would he go get clothes when the naked pretty girl is right here? Seems like common sense to stay put, tbh.]
[ She bends her head toward him as he sweeps her hair back over her shoulder, well aware that he's left quite a mark on her. Fitting, though she won't voice that particular thought. Instead, Primrose just kisses him, slow and lingering, before she murmurs against his mouth. ]
Is the bath large enough for two or will this be the extent of your hospitality tonight?
[ She says as though they didn't just have passionate semi-poignant sex. ]
[ He could leave and she would wave him off and happily indulge in a long soak before bed-- but no, this is fine too. A bit odd, after resettling into a life that no longer fit her, politely turning down the attention of good and proper gentlemen who would have treated her like a queen but who would probably have also been horrified at just how quickly she could take something down with a dagger and no sound whatsoever. ]
Hm.
[ Noncommittal; she's comfortable like this.
But because she is, Primrose moves, lifting herself off him and swinging her legs over to perform a neat dismount off the bed. ]
[No, it's too late, she encouraged this so now she's stuck with him. He doesn't stop her from getting up, though, even though he inhales sharply as she pulls away and climbs off. Necessary but regretful...]
As you wish. [Hmmm. He stays where he is for a little longer, looking at her--maybe considering something, or maybe just looking because he can, who knows.
But he doesn't linger too long, pushing himself up shortly after. Was there some sort of wardrobe in here in before, I don't know, but there is now. That's where he goes, rummaging around to pull out a clean nightgown for her so that they can take it into the bathroom with them. It's got a robe along with it, in case she doesn't want to put her regular clothes back on but also doesn't want to cross the hall naked, but he isn't going to force clothes on her either.
Still, speaking of--] The bath is the door right across from us, by the way. I can send my staff away from this wing for the rest of the night, if you'd prefer.
[Like, it's unlikely they'll be bothered, but still. It's a show of trust.]
[ Primrose watches him as he moves, ever-watchful, though without that edge of distrust hardening her gaze. She reaches out to take the nightgown and robe from it, shrugging into the latter after a thoughtful moment of scrutinizing it. Is it necessary? Maybe not, but at least within his halls, she can keep herself decent.
The only real sign of surprise when he makes his offer. It's not one made lightly, she knows. He didn't need to mention it at all. But he had. Even though sending his staff away means ridding himself of one additional layer of defense.
Then again, he probably has enough skill and confidence in his abilities to think that even with them gone, he could survive an assault from her. It's easier to think like that than accept a possibility of a kinder nature. That he wants to believe in her. ]
I'll trust your judgment. If you think they won't be required, you may give them an early night off. They might appreciate it.
[He would not complain if she wanted to walk around naked, but it is cold, alas. Maybe when they go vacationing somewhere else.
He meets her gaze steadily, though--patient, like he's unbothered about whatever her answers will be. She's correct in her thoughts, even the ones she deems unlikely; he is confident that he could survive her, but he trusts that he won't have to. If she were to ask, he would easily say as much, just as he hadn't hesitated to say he'd missed her presence. But he doesn't really seem like he expects her to ask. He knows her better than that, by now.]
Alright. [Bending down to kiss her cheek, briefly, before he goes back to the bed, starting to pull the bedding off. They will have fresh bedding for sleeping... but for now he's just grabbing a sheet to wrap loosely around himself, because for all that he truly doesn't care if his staff sees him, it's a little different if he's actively summoning them.] I'll do that, and I'll meet you in the bathroom in a moment?
Pray, do not tarry. I'll bathe quite willingly without you.
[ Which is entirely true, but she'll wait for a little bit, at least. She's softened considerably tonight, from memories or from intimacy or from a deeply-buried inclination to trust at least half of his words and gestures.
But he's got a staff to give the night off and she has a bathroom to find, so she curtsies in her robe and heads off very fearlessly in an intrepid quest to locate the place for a much-needed soak. ]
[The bathroom is easy enough to find--as he'd said, there's a door directly across from theirs, and the bathroom it opens into is simple enough. Fortunately, its heating devices are already going, and while the bathtub is definitely large enough for both of them, it's a fairly standard setup. The only thing that might stand out are the containers sitting along the shelf--if she investigates them, she'll find they seem to hold salts, oils, soaps, and other fancy bath things. Waow.
It would be very funny if she opened a random cabinet and it was full of knives or something. Alas, this is a weaponless bathroom.
He's true to his word, though; it only takes a couple of minutes before he enters as well, still wrapped in the sheet he'd grabbed but with clean sleepwear tucked under his arm. Presumably she came in here instead of booking it down the hallway, although she could if she wanted to.]
[ Hilariously, she does search the entire bathroom, ostensibly to acquaint herself with everything and where it is, in no small part because she wants to be prepared in case he does have weird weapons sequestered away. But no, nothing, though she thinks she could probably easily kill a less-prepared man with a bar of soap and some creativity.
But all seems well, so by the time Childe finds her, Primrose has prepared the bath to her satisfaction; steam gently wafts from the water, tinted a lighter, refreshing green from the oils she's added, and she's in the process of loosening her robe when he enters, causing her to glance over her shoulder with a mild nod. ]
[ALAS... but hey, if she feels like getting particularly fighty, she can always break some glass or use her robe as a whip or something. So many options!
Childe would unfortunately have a great time if she did that--but he also just seems pleased by her indirect praise, neatly setting the clothes aside before he discards his sheet.]
Oh, it smells nice in here. [WHY DOES HE SEEM SURPRISED. THIS IS HIS HOUSE.]
[ But she steps carefully into the bath, offering him her hand. As ever, she has no qualms with being naked in front of him, just tilts her head invitingly as though the hand isn't enough of an offer for him. She'd been a little spoiled from the last time they'd bathed together; she'd missed his chest at her back, his arms loosely wrapped around her. Not so much the vibrators, though. ]
[In truth, he had too; even at the station, he hadn't really been one for luxuriating in the bath, and it's certainly not a habit he's ever had here at home.
Fortunately, they're safe from vibrators here. He takes her hand willingly, joining her, and if he has any complaints at all about the way she's prepared it, he doesn't voice them, simply settling carefully into the water. Concussions are not sexy.]
[ Neither is drowning if you insult the way she prepared the water, so hey, it's a good thing he's capable of subtlety.
Which is to say Primrose hums a little in response, properly tired now that she's letting the events of the day (and the night) roll over her ever so slowly. She's never fully relaxed, but he'll feel at least some of that tension leave her as she fits herself between his legs and leans back against his chest like this is fine. It's Her Spot now. ]
Well, if only you'd bet me something, you'd be able to collect it at this victory.
[He is indeed, though fortunately there's no need for it--it's a very nice bath, even nicer with her close like this. It's exceedingly rare for him, and he wants to savour it while it lasts.
...Not that he wouldn't leap at the chance for a fight, if she wanted one. Because he would. But at the very least, he doesn't seem like he's going to start one right this minute.
As she leans back, he wraps his arms around her, though he leaves his grip loose enough that she can move and grab soaps and things if she wants to.]
Haha, it's a shame I'm not much of a gambler. But I've already got what I would've wanted as a prize anyway.
[A light squeeze to her arm, as though there's any chance she wouldn't pick up on his meaning.]
[ she's definitely reaching out to grab soap, idly lathering up her arms as she reclines back against him in sheer, luxurious comfort. Not that she hasn't had Very Nice Baths before, and she still remembers all of the ones she'd enjoyed growing up, but this is still... nice?
Yes, Primrose thinks idly, it's rather nice. ]
An evening spent quite literally soaking in my company. I see. Yes, I suppose that did work out nicely, didn't it?
[ Because if he implies she herself is a prize, the threat of drowning will increase. ]
[For better or for worse, Childe is a dumb man and didn't really think about it in much detail beyond "bath with Primrose = winning lol". He is happy to go along with her phrasing and agree because it doesn't actually occur to him that there's a potential insult to be had, here.
So he just drops a kiss to her shoulder, humming.]
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He couldn't outlast her at the station, and he can't do it here, either. She is irresistibly incandescent, and Childe's never been for resisting his desires anyway.
He can feel his pleasure crest, and he doesn't try to hold it back. Instead, he breaks their kiss to lean his head back and swear, tensing up beneath her and working sheerly on autopilot to bring her to her peak too. Hopefully she's as close as he was, because his focus is lost now. He is only a man, Primrose, take pity on him.]
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But luckily for him, a combination of it having been far too long, his nimble fingers, just how well he matches her... does the trick. She squirms on top of him, breath faltering a bit at the sound of his cursing, but as he continues, she can't hope to hold out any longer. She can tell he's reached his peak, at least, which is always a sense of pride for her, but then Primrose can no longer focus on trivial things like pride (in that moment).
She shudders, gasps out his name - Ajax - her tone colored more by a warm emotion that she will not admit to later, and there's the pleasure that swamps her, threatens to pull her under.
She refuses to collapse on top of him, at least, though she's trembling from the effort. ]
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She doesn't collapse on him, but when he finally pulls his hand away from her sex, it's to wrap his arms loosely around her and try to draw her down with him as he flops fully back onto the bed. A moment of respite, free from pride and pretense.
For all that he loves to run his mouth, he's quiet now, simply catching his breath and savor the high. It's almost too warm in the room, now, but he doesn't reach over to turn the heat pillar off. It's fine.]
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She aches, pleasantly. Between her legs, little spots on her skin from where his teeth and nails had left their mark, but it's nice to feel all of it and she runs a gentle hand along his side, for no real reason at all. Just to enjoy touching him.
What an odd thought. ]
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Her touch feels nice, too. He still doesn't shiver, but he makes a soft, pleased sound when her fingers catch on the edge of his worst scar. Eventually, he lets his head loll to the side, and he breathes out a laugh as his gaze catches on the ruins of his clothes on the floor.]
I didn't think that through very well, did I?
[This is what he gets for 1. assuming she'd want her own room and 2. being unable to resist a little danger. Dumb man. Absolute idiot.]
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Ah, yes. When he'd wanted her to follow through. Of course. ]
Well, you find yourself with several options.
[ Stay and figure out what to do about it in the morning, or leave and figure out what to do about it now. She won't share a preference either way, just watching him with a more tranquil amusement. ]
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[Tomorrow, certainly, if not at some point tonight, before she sleeps. But Childe certainly isn't making any effort to move, not beyond lifting a hand to brush some of her hair back over her shoulder. Is he admiring his hickey handiwork... maybe... is he assuming they'll bathe together... also maybe. He got with the program eventually.]
It's alright, though. Not much sense in modesty amongst soldiers.
[And soldiers make up the vast majority of those under his personal command, so. He doesn't seem particularly bothered about what state his people might see him in, which probably isn't a surprise. He was never modest at the station, either. And why would he go get clothes when the naked pretty girl is right here? Seems like common sense to stay put, tbh.]
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[ She bends her head toward him as he sweeps her hair back over her shoulder, well aware that he's left quite a mark on her. Fitting, though she won't voice that particular thought. Instead, Primrose just kisses him, slow and lingering, before she murmurs against his mouth. ]
Is the bath large enough for two or will this be the extent of your hospitality tonight?
[ She says as though they didn't just have passionate semi-poignant sex. ]
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Oh, kiss. That's nice. He lets his eyes drift shut and lazily threads his fingers through her hair, losing himself in the kiss until she speaks again.
It would be very funny if he said "actually yeah anyway I'm out"--but no, he just grins at her before he steals another kiss right back.]
I think we'll manage somehow.
[Ohhhh noooo whatever will they do if it's a tight fit... guess they'd just have to cozy up...
It's a moot point because if the bath can fit him then it can certainly fit her, but, y'know.]
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Hm.
[ Noncommittal; she's comfortable like this.
But because she is, Primrose moves, lifting herself off him and swinging her legs over to perform a neat dismount off the bed. ]
Shall we see, then?
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As you wish. [Hmmm. He stays where he is for a little longer, looking at her--maybe considering something, or maybe just looking because he can, who knows.
But he doesn't linger too long, pushing himself up shortly after. Was there some sort of wardrobe in here in before, I don't know, but there is now. That's where he goes, rummaging around to pull out a clean nightgown for her so that they can take it into the bathroom with them. It's got a robe along with it, in case she doesn't want to put her regular clothes back on but also doesn't want to cross the hall naked, but he isn't going to force clothes on her either.
Still, speaking of--] The bath is the door right across from us, by the way. I can send my staff away from this wing for the rest of the night, if you'd prefer.
[Like, it's unlikely they'll be bothered, but still. It's a show of trust.]
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The only real sign of surprise when he makes his offer. It's not one made lightly, she knows. He didn't need to mention it at all. But he had. Even though sending his staff away means ridding himself of one additional layer of defense.
Then again, he probably has enough skill and confidence in his abilities to think that even with them gone, he could survive an assault from her. It's easier to think like that than accept a possibility of a kinder nature. That he wants to believe in her. ]
I'll trust your judgment. If you think they won't be required, you may give them an early night off. They might appreciate it.
[ Or gossip about it. ]
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He meets her gaze steadily, though--patient, like he's unbothered about whatever her answers will be. She's correct in her thoughts, even the ones she deems unlikely; he is confident that he could survive her, but he trusts that he won't have to. If she were to ask, he would easily say as much, just as he hadn't hesitated to say he'd missed her presence. But he doesn't really seem like he expects her to ask. He knows her better than that, by now.]
Alright. [Bending down to kiss her cheek, briefly, before he goes back to the bed, starting to pull the bedding off. They will have fresh bedding for sleeping... but for now he's just grabbing a sheet to wrap loosely around himself, because for all that he truly doesn't care if his staff sees him, it's a little different if he's actively summoning them.] I'll do that, and I'll meet you in the bathroom in a moment?
[yeah they'll definitely gossip about it]
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[ Which is entirely true, but she'll wait for a little bit, at least. She's softened considerably tonight, from memories or from intimacy or from a deeply-buried inclination to trust at least half of his words and gestures.
But he's got a staff to give the night off and she has a bathroom to find, so she curtsies in her robe and heads off very fearlessly in an intrepid quest to locate the place for a much-needed soak. ]
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[The bathroom is easy enough to find--as he'd said, there's a door directly across from theirs, and the bathroom it opens into is simple enough. Fortunately, its heating devices are already going, and while the bathtub is definitely large enough for both of them, it's a fairly standard setup. The only thing that might stand out are the containers sitting along the shelf--if she investigates them, she'll find they seem to hold salts, oils, soaps, and other fancy bath things. Waow.
It would be very funny if she opened a random cabinet and it was full of knives or something. Alas, this is a weaponless bathroom.
He's true to his word, though; it only takes a couple of minutes before he enters as well, still wrapped in the sheet he'd grabbed but with clean sleepwear tucked under his arm. Presumably she came in here instead of booking it down the hallway, although she could if she wanted to.]
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But all seems well, so by the time Childe finds her, Primrose has prepared the bath to her satisfaction; steam gently wafts from the water, tinted a lighter, refreshing green from the oils she's added, and she's in the process of loosening her robe when he enters, causing her to glance over her shoulder with a mild nod. ]
Just in time. As you stated.
[ She means she approves. ]
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Childe would unfortunately have a great time if she did that--but he also just seems pleased by her indirect praise, neatly setting the clothes aside before he discards his sheet.]
Oh, it smells nice in here. [WHY DOES HE SEEM SURPRISED. THIS IS HIS HOUSE.]
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[ WHICH HE CLEARLY HAS NOT DONE OFTEN ENOUGH?? ]
So I hope it's to your liking. Otherwise, I'll enjoy it on my own and you can make your own choices for your bath.
[ Why does anyone like Primrose. ]
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But he laughs, because he likes Primrose, just like everyone should like Primrose. It's the law!!!]
I'm not picky! Besides, it'll be better than washing up in a river no matter what.
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[ But she steps carefully into the bath, offering him her hand. As ever, she has no qualms with being naked in front of him, just tilts her head invitingly as though the hand isn't enough of an offer for him. She'd been a little spoiled from the last time they'd bathed together; she'd missed his chest at her back, his arms loosely wrapped around her. Not so much the vibrators, though. ]
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Fortunately, they're safe from vibrators here. He takes her hand willingly, joining her, and if he has any complaints at all about the way she's prepared it, he doesn't voice them, simply settling carefully into the water. Concussions are not sexy.]
See? I told you we'd fit.
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Which is to say Primrose hums a little in response, properly tired now that she's letting the events of the day (and the night) roll over her ever so slowly. She's never fully relaxed, but he'll feel at least some of that tension leave her as she fits herself between his legs and leans back against his chest like this is fine. It's Her Spot now. ]
Well, if only you'd bet me something, you'd be able to collect it at this victory.
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...Not that he wouldn't leap at the chance for a fight, if she wanted one. Because he would. But at the very least, he doesn't seem like he's going to start one right this minute.
As she leans back, he wraps his arms around her, though he leaves his grip loose enough that she can move and grab soaps and things if she wants to.]
Haha, it's a shame I'm not much of a gambler. But I've already got what I would've wanted as a prize anyway.
[A light squeeze to her arm, as though there's any chance she wouldn't pick up on his meaning.]
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Yes, Primrose thinks idly, it's rather nice. ]
An evening spent quite literally soaking in my company. I see. Yes, I suppose that did work out nicely, didn't it?
[ Because if he implies she herself is a prize, the threat of drowning will increase. ]
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So he just drops a kiss to her shoulder, humming.]
You certainly won't hear me complain.
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