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.

[ooc: NFB and for the one mentioned!]

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Very wise, Xan. Even if it did lead to Hya pushing her back against the wall to kiss her properly.

While grinding against her. Because, yes, he knew she liked the tangible proof of his desire.

"Mmmh!"

That was what he got for his grinding. A very muffled but also very pleased noise, somewhere in the midst of that oh so proper kiss.

The hand creeping down from underneath his jacket and over his ass was absolutely necessary, too.

Everyone knew that kissing someone properly involved a whole lot of impropriety.

"Why are we not back in your apartment again?" Hyacinthe groaned in her ear. "Where I could have you naked and in my lap already?"

"Because we thought pizza was important," Xanthippe replied in an offended whine, because what had they been thinking?

Though on the plus side, they'd pretty much only made it one block away from her building.

Why were they so stupid when takeout existed?

"Back home?" Hya asked, nipping at her neck, "or do we continue on?"

She'd wanted to do something special and potentially fun! But in planning it, she'd forgotten they already tended to be pretty special and fun when they were together. Just... in a wholly different way that left little time and focus for cooking.

"Home," she sighed, because there was no other option. "We can get takeout." God, maybe the deli even delivered.

It was New York. You could get a gallon of milk and a loaf of bread delivered if you really needed it.

"The door is barely going to close before I push myself inside you," Hyacinthe warned.

"Promise?" Xanthippe almost purred, now nudging him away because sadly, they couldn't be quite this wrapped up together on their way back.

Hyacinthe opened his coat and let her step away, then hastily covered himself with it again. No reason to be lewd in public - at least obviously so.

"Unless you give me something else to enjoy instead," he said, voice deep in his chest.

Xanthippe smoothed down her dress and then closed her own coat because, yes. No one needed a closer look at anything.

She snickered as she took his hand and began pulling him back into the main street. "Guess you'll have to wait 'til home to find out."

"I mean, I'll not object to storytime along the way," Hyacinthe offered with a laugh, allowing himself to be tugged along.

He'd tucked their joined hands into his pocket, before. Now Xanthippe tucked them in hers.

"What about?" she teased, keeping kind of close by his side because that meant she could keep her voice down. "How I'm gonna blow you until you see stars?"

... She'd missed him, okay?

"That is a good one," Hyacinthe agreed. "Especially if you include how much wetter that will get you."

"Like, suuuper wet," Xanthippe replied obligingly, and, maybe it wasn't just the missing him but also the very fresh memory of what exactly he could do to her that was helping her be open? "Should I include stuff about, like... begging you to grip my hair and use my mouth so you can remind me I'm your good girl?"

Not just any old good girl, but his. That part was significant.

Hyacinthe stumbled, just a little, as that image hit him. He recovered with his usual grace, but it was enough that Xanthippe almost certainly noticed. "And are you my good girl?" he practically purred.

Oh, Xanthippe noticed.

It made her smirk that much harder. And pleased.

"I think that's for you to tell me."

"Well if that's true," Hya said, tugging her back so she was pressed up against him, "you're gonna have to earn it."

Xanthippe made a little 'oof' sound at being tugged, but that was not a complaint nor an objection.

Quite the contrary.

"How do I start?"

He smiled down at her - meant to just keep it at a smile but ended up kissing her anyway. Her fault, for having such a kissable face.

"I'll give you a choice," he decided magnanimously. "When we get into your apartment, you can either drop to your knees...or put your hands against the wall and spread your legs."

It was a good thing they weren't very far at all from her building, now, because Xanthippe was pretty sure she would just melt into a puddle at his feet, somehow, if they didn't get to her place quick.

Also she maybe stole a quick kiss of her own.

"Yes, Hya," she murmured.

"And then you'll ask," Hya decided. "For exactly what it is you want. And wait for me to decide if I'm going to give it to you."

Spoiler alert: he would.

Because he was nothing if not a benevolent ruler!

Xanthippe made an ever-so-slightly needy noise in the back of her throat, then tugged him back into moving becaus they were practically to the entrance to the building and they still had a long elevator ride to somehow survive, too. "Now come on."

If she thought for one minute he wasn't going to have her pressed against the wall while he did simply ridiculous things to her body, she didn't know him at all.

"So bossy!" he teased as they went along. "I might have to rethink some things!"

"No, you won't." And she hadn't promised to start earning her good girl credentials until they were in her apartment! But they were getting there. They made it back to the building, where a doorman let them in with a 'welcome back, Miss Voorhees' and a friendly nod at Hyacinthe, and so they'd at least made it into the lobby.

It was a very fancy lobby.

"I'm not behaving until after the door to my place closes behind us," Xanthippe informed Hyacinthe as she pressed the button to call the elevator down, reiterating the narrative's earlier point. "I need to, like, burn off some bossiness before that."

"I quite like it when you misbehave," Hyacinthe assured her, peeling her coat off. To be a gentleman, of course! They were inside now and he'd hate for her to be overheated. "Bossy, hmm?"

He was intrigued.

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