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

[sampippy]

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.

[ooc: NFB and for the one mentioned!]

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[sampippy]

"N-noooo."

That was one of those embarrassing keening noises, but she could live with it because at least it was quiet enough. Not that she was paying all that that much mind, because, bit busy just about unraveling, here!

"God, Hya --"

[vrajna_kralis]

"Yeeeees?" Hyacinthe asked. "Was there something you wanted to say, cherie?" His hand moved leisurely now, like he had all the time in the world.

[sampippy]

That was not okay at all, Hyacinthe!

"Just fuck me," Xanthippe gasped, with another desperate grind against his hand because she could feel how close she was and she wanted to get there, goddammit.

[vrajna_kralis]

"Here?" Hyacinthe asked, craning his head about. "Now? Just up here against the wall, like this?"

He was going to a special hell.

[sampippy]

Indeed he was! And judging by the fire in her eyes, Xanthippe was going to help him get there a little faster if he didn't stop playing around.

Which probably didn't deter him any, actually.

"Yes."

[vrajna_kralis]

Not even in the least.

"We could be seen!" he protested. "You could be heard."

Which seemed like the perfect cue for a much harder thrust inside her.

[sampippy]

Well that moan was about -- half suppressed? Not a great effort on her part but then she didn't think she could be blamed. About 75% of brain was solely focused on how badly she wanted to unravel, right here, right now.

"Hya, please."

The words were pleading, but the rough tone sounded more like an attempt at an order.

[vrajna_kralis]

"I did say just a taste..." He teased, dragging out the moment.

And then he was on his knees, mouth replacing his thumb with a good, hard suck.

[sampippy]

And that was when the reality of the situation hit her again. Suddenly, her entire view (or the parts of it that she'd been able to focus on) wasn't just his infuriating, beautiful face anymore, but the street. An empty, tiny side street but still a street, out in the open.

A street where he was now kneeling in front of her with his face between her legs, making the hem of her dress ride up.

Her eyes widened. Two warring, completely jumbled thoughts bucked up against each other in her brain, both oh my god we should not be doing this as well as oh my god this is the hottest thing that has ever happened or will ever happen to me. Though neither quite that clear.

And then her brain was just white noise for a second, because as soon as his lips were around her clit, her body sided with the latter thought, and the hand that wasn't still trying to find purchase against the wall ended up in his hair, grabbing and holding on like he wasn't allowed to move even half an inch while she came around his fingers, against his lips.

The noise she made was strangled, and whimpery.

[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe ran his tongue along her folds one last time before standing up, his fingers sliding out from her. They immediately went into his mouth as he licked his skin clean of her essence.

"Well," he said, his voice just the slightest bit unsteady. "Quite the taste we both got, then."

[sampippy]

Xanthippe, meanwhile, was now blushing furiously. She leaned in and tried to bury her face against his shoulder.

"Oh my God."

[vrajna_kralis]

"I did point out where we were several times," Hyacinthe pointed out, hugging her close.

[sampippy]

That earned him a smack on the shoulder she wasn't currently smushing her face against to shield it from the world.

"I loved it," she mumbled, sounding petulant (but mostly just muffled). "I hate you."

[vrajna_kralis]

"Not how I remember you talking earlier," Hyacinthe said, laughing - and angling her a little more away from the street they'd came from. "You were beautiful," he whispered. "A goddess."

[sampippy]

Xanthippe was grateful. Somehow she sunk down into making herself even smaller, hunching her shoulders like she was trying to disappear - but it also meant she committed fully to leaning against him and his warmth.

"Stoooop," she whined, though maybe he shouldn't?

[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe opened his jacket and then wrapped it around her, as if she were cold. But really, he was just blocking out the whole world.


"Never," he told her. "When you're glorious, you should be informed."

[sampippy]

And suddenly, Xanthippe felt about the safest she'd ever felt.

Underneath his jacket, she finally slid her arms around him, and mumbled, "You like me too much."

[vrajna_kralis]

"How dare you," Hyacinthe said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "There is no such thing on this Earth nor any other. "

[sampippy]

"Yes there is," Xanthippe retorted immediately. It sounded petulant, but also a little bit like she was smiling anyway. A tiny bit. "And you're doing it."

[vrajna_kralis]

"I'm the Prince of Travellers," Hya pronounced, voice full of amused arrogance. "I do as I please, when I please, and no idea of 'too much' can stop me."

[sampippy]

"Also a Prince of Bullshit," Xanthippe replied, tilting her head until she could press a little kiss to his jaw.

She was going to miss him so much.

[vrajna_kralis]

"True," Hya allowed, burying his face in her hair. "Though I fail to see how that has any bearing on our current discussion."

He would miss her, too. A very great deal.

[sampippy]

Xan sighed, despite herself. Happily.

"Because you're here," she murmured, mostly because her face was smushed half against his neck. "Wrapping me up and telling me I'm, like, a goddess. Tell me that's not too much."

[vrajna_kralis]

"I refuse to lower my standards of treatment just because the rest of the world doesn't live up to them," Hyacinthe sniffed.

[sampippy]

Xanthippe snorted. "Pretty sure that makes you an arrogant jerk." No, it made him very dear to her. She sighed again, and shook her head. But very slowly. "I can't believe we did that, Hya."

You could tell she'd calmed down by how she managed to refer back to it without a whine or anything like it.