(Fair point, couldn't expect anything different, really, which is why she is going to be difficult back — she'll reward him with what he wants when her brain gets into begging mode. Right now, she's very occupied and taking out all the lust and craving she feels into the mental kiss until she hears the sweetest, most beautiful, most romantic words that Quentin Quire can ever give her.
"You win." Ah, how sweet it sounds. She's so ridiculously pleased.
As for whatever comes out of it, there's not a cell in her brain concerned about it, partly because it is all lit up and very rightfully distracted from anything that isn't the here and now, since someone is barely giving her a break to think. Speaking is hard, as she made him know, but her eyes roll even if he cannot physically see it.)
Two times — in a single day? Would you look at that. Fine, middle — ground.
(Please, he edged her. If he thinks she's not going to make him a little unhappy even if it's a the expense of her happiness, hahaha. Think again.
But also, fuck, she can't illusion him, she realizes. He's going to see just how crimson she is, her cheeks hurting a little from the whole smiling she had been doing.
There are no winners in this, only losers.
It's all going to be very fast, leaving his lap and diving in for a kiss so he has no chance to really see it as she repositions, nudging him to get on top.)
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"You win." Ah, how sweet it sounds. She's so ridiculously pleased.
As for whatever comes out of it, there's not a cell in her brain concerned about it, partly because it is all lit up and very rightfully distracted from anything that isn't the here and now, since someone is barely giving her a break to think. Speaking is hard, as she made him know, but her eyes roll even if he cannot physically see it.)
Two times — in a single day? Would you look at that. Fine, middle — ground.
(Please, he edged her. If he thinks she's not going to make him a little unhappy even if it's a the expense of her happiness, hahaha. Think again.
But also, fuck, she can't illusion him, she realizes. He's going to see just how crimson she is, her cheeks hurting a little from the whole smiling she had been doing.
There are no winners in this, only losers.
It's all going to be very fast, leaving his lap and diving in for a kiss so he has no chance to really see it as she repositions, nudging him to get on top.)