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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At least Xanthippe was just an unzipped dress and an unclasped bra away from being the appropriate amount dressed. But she didn't seem to be in a hurry to change that, either.

Not when she was so busy acting like she was going to just melt onto him, letting her weight rest against him as she kept kissing him. Sweet, and slow.

Hyacinthe's hands were busy attempting to divest her of her clothing anyway, slowly pulling the tab of the zipper down, sliding his hands over her skin to push the fabric ever downward. His pants were still open, hanging halfway down his hips, his shirt rucked up to show the smoothly-muscled planes of his stomach.

"We shall have to spend some time, just like this," he murmured. "Holding you to me as the world goes on its merry way."

Xanthippe tried resting her forehead against his for a second, exhaling a breath. "But I thought you might want a tour of the apartment," she murmured, amused somehow.

Just like she'd thought they might want something from the deli for their pizza.

"I do believe I need to catch a breath before we move onto the next section of the tour," Hya teased. "Or did you not wish me to make you scream in each room we visit?"

Just how big was this apartment anyway?

The living room they were in was huge. So were her bedroom, the kitchen, the dining room, and the bathroom.

And also the balcony.

Xanthippe snickered. "No, wait, sorry, I do wish that," she said. "Just hadn't thought of it that way. My bad."

Regardless of size of the individual rooms, that was still five more bouts - six, since they'd mostly christened the entryway, rather than the living room proper.

Hya was already looking forward to it.

"Now I know to be dreadfully disappointed," he declared. "For I have thought of nothing but."

"You're the worst," Xanthippe informed him, very seriously. So seriously. You could tell by the chuckle. "Anyway, I didn't say I've never thought about it! 'Cause, you know that's not true."

Well, at least she'd shared a few dirty thoughts over those phone calls, because they'd always made her feel like the apartment was kind of lonely in its distinct lack of him.

"Just, I didn't think about it now." Or at such all-encompassing a scale, anyway. "Maybe you should share some of your thoughts."

"Already?" Hyacinthe asked, slyly. "I think you should feed me first, woman." He slapped her ass and grinned. "I may have eaten a great deal recently, but I still find myself famished."

Xanthippe yelped quietly at the slap, just out of surprise. The snicker that immediately followed probably made it clear she didn't mind it.

"Is that so?" she asked. "What are you hoping your hostess is gonna provide for you?"

"Something filling and full of protein," Hyacinthe said, giving her a cheerful leer. "That I may keep up my strength for the rest of the day while attending to your every illicit need."

He posed for her, showing off the lithe muscles in his arms.

"You're ridiculous," Xanthippe informed him. While running her fingers down one of those arms. Working at the carnival had clearly worked for him.

Anyway, she shook her head, like she was shaking that thought away. "There's a Thai place that delivers like three blocks away." She'd... sort of given up on the pizza plan, for now. And anyway, it was going to be a long day, and they could get back to that.

"I am willing to try Thai."

Like most young men, Hyacinthe had yet to find a cuisine that he didn't like, so long as it was plentiful.

"Unless you actually meant ties. In which case...I am willing to try that, too."

You found this attractive, Xan. This was on you.

Was he getting cheesier with every visit? Xan was pretty sure he was.

"I knew I should've bought you a gag, like, oh my God," Xanthippe told him with an amused eye roll, already pulling herself off him so she could go find her phone. It was in her coat, which was... probably discarded by the door.

Just like her dress was about to be, right here on the floor. He'd already peeled it halfway off her, anyway.

He was feeling more and more comfortable, it seemed.

Hyacinthe took advantage of her momentary absence to remove the rest of his clothing and then once more lounged on the couch, taking up as much room as possible with his lanky frame. Is Xanthippe wished to be comfortable, she would needs recline on him to do so - which pleased him to no end.

"Shall I come up with a signale, then?" he asked lazily. "That you may indulge in your whims of ties and gags?"

Xanthippe also lost her bra on the way back to the door. That was one of the many good things about having her own place: she didn't need to worry about anyone else getting in her face about leaving clothes everywhere.

Or having hot people sprawling on her couch, as she noted the case was when she'd fished her phone out of the coat and turned around.

The look she gave him was equal parts a leer and just pure 'oh my god, you are ridiculous. "Hey, you're the one that brought up ties," she pointed out as she slowly made her way back, opening up a food delivery app on her way. "You don't know my whims!" Then she shrugged. "Good guess, though."

She'd learned the art of being a casual tease from him, so he couldn't complain.

"I know that you are curious about many things," Hyacinthe said softly, reaching out to run his fingers through her hair. "And that you wish to explore. 'Tis not hard to imagine you being curious about that as well. And if 'tis something you would like to see if it does aught for you, you need but say so."

Xanthippe snorted. "God, you were supposed ask why it was a good guess," she mock-complained, as she settled back on the couch and kind of on top of him, yes, with her phone in her hand, "and not get all, like, reassuring about my sexuality or something."

Not that it wasn't super nice whenever he was reassuring.

"I was simply pointing out that 'twas not a guess," Hyacinthe preened. "But a reflection of how well I know you."

So there, pretty Xan. So there.

"But I can be obedient," he added with a leer. "Why was it a good 'guess'?" he asked, absolutely giving the final word air quotes.

"Nope, too late, Hya," Xanthippe replied without missing a beat. "You decided to be a brat about it." That was for the air quotes, clearly. And the preening. "And brats don't get nice things."

That was laughably untrue, looking at most of their interactions with each other.

"Then pray explain all the orgasms I've given you thus far," Hyacinthe asked, giving her a wicked grin.

Xanthippe looked mock-scandalized. "I'm not a brat!"

No, she was aware that she was the brattiest brat.

"Cherie." Hyacinthe looked at her with sad eyes. "Of all the things to do with that pretty mouth of yours, you chose lying?"

For that, Xanthippe dropped a kiss against the top of his chest.

And then promptly went back to poking at her phone, like an asshole who couldn't be swayed by his sad eyes. "Anyway, I'm ordering you lunch." Well, them. "I don't have time for, like, telling you about the restraints I bought or the room that's not really a room where I might make you scream."

She said all of that very casually, yes.

His hands stuttered in their stroking. "I see," he said, voice a little deeper. "There is no way I could...coax more description out of you?"

"Not a chance."

That was probably a lie, although she was focusing a bit more on tapping in her order, right now.

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