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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"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.

Which just meant he needed to focus more on her, did it not? Like stroking his hands up her body, circling around her breasts, and then gliding them back down without touching them.

He wanted her very aware of what he wasn't playing with right now, yes.

And Xanthippe was definitely paying attention, despite her decent facade of not doing so. Some of her skin goosebumped under his touch, in part in reaction to other stretches of skin not getting touched. Because her body was a traitor, like that.

But at least they were going to be getting a ton of food.

His fingers trailed down her spine, from the nape of her neck all the way down to her tailbone, then slid up her sides. Down over her shoulders, almost to the upper swells of her breasts...and then straight down between them in a single line to her naval.

This was what you got, brat.

Took one to know one!

She did not do a great job of suppressing the shiver that happened right before she tossed her phone aside, having completed her order. "Food's gonna be here in about twenty," she said, at least managing a casual, unaffected tone there.

Unlike with her body. Her nipples were stiffening into peaks purely from anticipation and denial alone.

He wasn't the one denying he was a brat!

"And what is it that you ordered for us?" he asked, managing to sound only curious as his fingers continued their trek ever-downward.

To go explore the silky skin of her inner thighs, of course, and no higher.

"A bunch of stuff," Xanthippe replied, which was probably about the level of detail she would've provided even if he hadn't been touching but also not-touching her so infuriatingly. "You'll see when it gets here."

She wanted to stop the really obvious shiver, but couldn't. Goddammit.

"See?" Hyacinthe chided. "Cannot even answer a simple question." His fingers went veering up her hips, skimming over her thatch of dark curls with barely hard enough to press them down.

"I don't owe you answers, Hya," Xanthippe informed him, in a brief Mean Girl drawl.

Then she just watched him for a moment, her head slightly tilted. And then she brought her own hands to the crown of his head, only just barely touching him with her fingertips. She kept up the same level of almost not-touching him as she slowly ran her fingers down his hair, then down to his shoulders.

She'd had his copy of the Trois Milles Joies for about six months, now. Two could play this game.

Hya shivered a little, eyes falling closed. "I see you've been studying," he murmured.

Xanthippe smiled a little, almost despite herself. Shut up, nerds like her enjoyed their recognition.

"I mean..." She ran her fingertips down his arms very, very slowly, making sure to keep her touch feather-light. Barely there. "You asked me to."

And the spring had been a stressful time at school, and by the time summer had rolled around, she'd already been in the habit of making her way through it, one passage at a time.

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