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]

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.

[vrajna_kralis]

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.

[sampippy]

"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.

[vrajna_kralis]

"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.

[sampippy]

"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.

[vrajna_kralis]

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

[sampippy]

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.

[vrajna_kralis]

"Did it help relax you, cherie?" he asked, unable to help the way his body yearned towards her fingertips. "Help make the stress more bearable?"

[sampippy]

Xanthippe's answer was about as quiet as her touch was light.

"Yeah."

Her fingers traveled all the way down to his wrists before leaving his skin for a moment, only to return to his shoulders for another torturously slow downward trek, this time down his chest.

[vrajna_kralis]

"Odd, since I find myself not at all relaxed," he murmured. "Will you keep doing that do I pull you in for a kiss? I miss your mouth."

Blessed Elua, he could drown in her kisses for hours did she let him.

[sampippy]

And her mouth was currently pulling into a delighted little smirk.

"Try me."

[vrajna_kralis]

And so he did, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in. He dropped a kiss on her nose first, since 'twas adorable, before leaning down in an attempt to catch her lips.

He'd devour her mouth did she let him.

[sampippy]

Xanthippe kissed him back like she was more than willing to be devoured. There was zero reason for her not to let him. He was pretty much getting a general free pass to all of her on this visit, anyway.

One of her arms wound its way around his neck, but the other continued in a valiant effort of slowly and lightly mapping the expanse of his chest and down over his stomach.

It was perhaps a little more halting and haphazard than before, but still a valiant effort.

[vrajna_kralis]

He was quite willing to grade on a curve.

Or just grade her curves, all of which were A pluses, soft and lush and inviting. "If Blessed Elua were truly kind," Hya murmured, "he'd find a way that I might sup sustenance from your lips and need nothing more to keep me going. Though perhaps he realizes that would simply make me a glutton, for there's be naught to keep me from you then."

[sampippy]

"You're ridiculous," Xanthippe murmured, not for the first time. But that didn't make her mean it any less! Nor did it make it sound like any more of a genuine complaint. "You're so ridiculous."

Neither did the repetition.

If anything, it sounded like she was saying something else.

[vrajna_kralis]

He smiled at her - smiling at what she was really saying and not the words she was using to do so. "Mayhaps," he agreed. "But I find it serves me well, regardless."

[sampippy]

"Of course you do," Xanthippe replied with a quiet snort. And then kissed him, because he wasn't the only one here with a kind of a devour-y streak. Though maybe hers was just pure greed, in all honesty. Just trying to get as much of him while she still could.

"So," she breathed against his lips, once she broke the kiss again, "did you wanna hear about... what I didn't tell you about before?"

About the restraints, and the not-a-room.

[vrajna_kralis]

"Cherie," Hyacinthe said, looking up at her with a gleam in his dark eyes. He kissed her briefly before adding, "There is no world in which I could ever not wish to hear about those things were alluding to before."

[sampippy]

Oh, how Xanthippe had missed hearing him call her cherie. Not just over the phone, but like this, when he was here and looking at her like that.

She pressed her forehead against his, both of her arms wrapping around his shoulders, now. "I have this, like... big walk-in closet," she murmured. "With rods for the hangers on both sides? And I made sure those were installed, like, super secure."

A beat.

"I told them I own some heavy clothes. And not that I was trying to, like, make sure you can't immediately yank them off the walls if I cuff you to them."

[vrajna_kralis]

He'd missed calling her that, with her skin beneath his hands and the way her face lit up when he whispered the endearment.

"I am a fair bit stronger than you may be expecting," Hyacinthe warned, but his eyes were hot and expression intrigued. "Especially do you give me reason to want to come after you."

[sampippy]

Xanthippe snorted, and looked... vaguely smug, actually.

"Pretty sure I'd be giving you reason to come before me."

[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe burst out laughing. "And yet you say that I am ridiculous," he said. He pulled her down for another loud, smacking kiss. "You are a treasure and I am the luckiest of men to get to enjoy you as this."

[sampippy]

Xanthippe tried to feign an offended look at his laughing and the insinuation that she could ever be ridiculous. She was not at all successful, not with the pleased, genuine grin forcing its way out at the same time.

And that was even before the kiss, and her eager response to that. "Well, I learned from the best," she murmured. Meaning the ridiculousness and dirtiness both.

[vrajna_kralis]

And he was just going to preen because he was the best, yes. At ridiculousness, at dirtiness, at whatever he set his mind to.

"So we shall eat first, yes?" Hyacinthe asked. "And then you'll start the tour? Are we beginning in this closet first or ending there?"

[sampippy]

"Food first, yeah," Xanthippe confirmed. "'Cause, otherwise we're gonna be right in the middle of something good when the food gets here." And no one needed that kind of a distraction. "And, I was thinking closet last? But I also meant to not, like... even bring it up before we got to the bedroom in the first place."

It'd been one of those 'oh god what if he's not into it and I am making a fool of myself?' thoughts.

In hindsight, it was pretty ridiculous.