sampippy | Outside Xan's Apartment Building, Manhattan, NY, Saturday

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Outside Xan's Apartment Building, Manhattan, NY, Saturday

Xanthippe was having a panic attack.

Okay, no she wasn't. But it felt like the brink of one? Because she was on the sidewalk outside the building she lived in now, waiting for Hyacinthe, and up - way, way up - in her apartment she had stuff ready for his visit and a couple of gifts because maybe this'd be the last time before he finally went home, and what if he didn't like anything and what if she was a huge loser and what if --

Anyway. Outwardly, she was mostly cool? Just... standing there, beanie on her head and a coat on over her dress, fidgeting with her phone for lack of a better thing to do with her hands. She looked fine.

But she was going to internally flail herself to death if he didn't get here soon.

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'Nngh' was a totally dignified sound to make when it was really quiet, right? God, Xan hoped so, because otherwise it was just embarrasing.

But she'd really missed him, okay?

"Okay we have to go, because otherwise, I know I'm not gonna let you out until you actually have to leave." And she was already pulling away from him, a bit, only because walking face-to-face was not going to work. But she was reaching for his hand, too.

Hyacinthe laughed, taking her hand in his and then tucking them both into his jacket pocket that her hand would not get cold in the light autumn chill. "And since I have no set departure date, that could get very messy indeed," he said. "I'd hate to have us starve with sustenance so close."

"Everywhere around here delivers," Xanthippe replied with an eye roll that couldn't really eclipse her smile. "We wouldn't starve." She gave his fingers a squeeze, then began tugging him in the opposite direction of where he'd come from.

"Also I can't promise the pizza will work, anyway."

Because she did not have a ton of cooking experience. But she'd done a lot of Google research for this!

"Between the two of us, I have every confidence it will work out," Hyacinthe announced. "...Assuming I can keep my hands off of you until 'tis out of the oven, of course." He tipped her a roguish wink. "Which I do not promise to do, mind."

Xanthippe snickered. "If it burns, it's your fault," she decided. "It's like, totally your fault."

"Blaming a man for knowing what he prefers to eat," Hyacinthe chided, his expression leaving no doubt what he meant there. "Tsk."

Knowing him left very little doubt about what he meant. The face just sealed the deal.

Xan could feel her cheeks flush, but maybe that was just the crisp fall air? "I mean, sometimes there are responsibilities, Hya! You can't just... eat whatever you want when you want it."

"Of course not," Hyacinthe said lightly. "You do not see me snacking now do you?"

Xanthippe raised her eyebrows, while guiding them past some tourist who'd stopped to take a picture of a wholly unremarkable street sign. "Don't act like you wouldn't if you had the opportunity."

"The question is," Hyacinthe asked, voice silky, "whether or not you'd give me that opportunity, no?"

The good part about having known he was showing up for a visit today was that she'd actually had the opportunity to prepare herself for some things.

Like casually pointing out, "Do you see me wearing pants?"

He did not! Under her coat, she'd opted for a dress that did not quite reach her knees, and some knee-high socks that sort of compensated for that, so that her knees were the only fully exposed part of her.

But no pants.

Hyacinthe glanced up and down the street and seeing no one near them but the tourist, steered Xanthippe into a tiny side street, pushing her up against a wall. "Is that an invitation?" he asked before dipping his head down to devour her mouth.

The little 'eep!' of surprise that she let out at being maneuvered off the main street wasn't exactly an answer. But maybe the way her hand came up to the back of his neck, pulling him further into the kiss was sort of one?

Her skin felt suddenly electrified.

Hyacinthe ground against her, his arms bracketing her face against the wall. "Is that a yes, Xanthippe?" he murmured against her mouth.

"Yes," Xanthippe said. Well, gasped.

He'd been here for, what? All of five minutes, and her rational thinking was already out the window.

"Right here?" he teased. "Just off the street on which you live? In the heart of your city where anyone could see?"

His hand was already sliding down her dress, cupping a breast, making i.ts way down to her thighs

"It's not like it's a carte blanche for, like, everything," she whined, almost a little defensively.

Her nails pressed into the back of his neck a little harder.

"But who says I ca be trusted to stop?" Hyacinthe murmured, giving her a positively criminal smile.

His hand now sliding up her skirt, tracing along the silky skin of her thighs.

Xanthippe responded by giving his hair a demonstrative yank. Not too hard, not even enough to pull his head backwards or anything, just... Making a point? Hopefully?

Look, she'd gained some confidence over their extended long-distance thing.

"I do."

She got a needy noise in his throat for it, so clearly, lessons well-learned. "I see," he said, voice shaking. "You make an excellent point."

And he was going to have to kiss her again for that, while his fingers slid up into her delicious warmth.

Well wasn't that a heady rush of both pride and attraction? Hearing him make that noise, then hearing the tremble in his voice right after. She'd made that happen! Her!

Also clearly the risky no-panties situation was paying off, because nothing got in the way of him finding out how wet she was already. She gasped against his lips when his fingers found her slick and warm and inviting, and one of her arms tried pulling him closer to her body. As if he'd been going anywhere.

He chuckled when he realized there was no fabric to move out of the way, and then groaned when he realized how wet she already was.

His original plan had just been to dip his fingers between her folds, but now nothing could induce him not to slide them a little further back, pressing one up inside of her.

He was really just getting a taste of his own medicine when it came to changes in plans. That was Xan's story, anyway.

She hummed against his mouth and almost involuntarily ground her hips against his hand. Just the once.

Well, he wasn't going to stop now. "I see you had planned for aught like this," he murmured, nuzzling her neck.

"It's you," Xanthippe sighed, like that explained everything. Because for her, it kind of did. Her head tipped to the side, and her eyes were half-lidded. "Though okay, maybe when I got dressed I was planning to just pick you up from the sidewalk and have it be, like a... an indoor surprise."

But the public thing was a rush she couldn't deny.

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