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[vecna]

[He certainly is. Magnetized, pulled in. The lipstick is truly secondary at this point.]

Should I give you more space?

[velluminous]

No. Never.


... How does it suit?

[vecna]

Beautifully.

[He finishes, her lips now painted a bright red — whether or not she thinks the color suits her doesn't matter to Henry. In this moment, it enhances the shape of her lips, makes them glisten all too enticingly, and he barely puts gives himself time to set the tube aside—doesn't even let her get a good look in the mirror by the dresser to judge the red for herself!—before he's leaning in for a kiss.]

[velluminous]

[ yes, yes, yes. she honestly fails to even look towards the mirror—why would she? he's right in front of her. so all she sees is the deepening parting of his lips as he leans closer, and she matches him. tries to kiss him as square-on at first, so that the colour transfers to as much of his mouth as possible.

hehe ]

[vecna]

[Square-on she does kiss him, transferring a fair amount onto his own lips. An impression that's all the more prominent for the color.

Sure, maybe it's undoing his hard work, since it's going to smear across them both, but that's part of why it's so compelling. Proof of her on him, delicacy gone out the window when all they care about is the electric heat wound tight between them both.

She can admire her handiwork, indeed, when he pulls away. And he, the same.]

Now you've made a mess.

[Says Henry, who kissed her first.]

[velluminous]

[ it is too red. she doesn't like it.

as for what it represents, though...

breathy, ] Let's make more.

[vecna]

[Oohh, when she says it like that...]

Like-

[He dips in again, low enough to tilt his head and place a very plush kiss at the crook of her neck. The remnants of lipstick remain there, imprinted in the shape of his lips, though faint.]

-this?

[velluminous]

[ yes! just like that! Sprezzatura Vaux hates bruises, but lipstick marks are more than welcome.

giggles. honestly giggles. ]

Yes.

[vecna]

[She seems so giddy, how can Henry not begin to feel the same way? A warm kind of humor uncoiling in him — rare, these days.

Kisses a little lower. Another trace of lipstick on her skin, but less so this time. They might have to reapply soon.]

I don't think I've ever heard that from you before.

[Her giggling!]

[velluminous]

What have I got to laugh about?

[ in this place? watching allies perish, being hunted, tortured? there hasn't been much cause to giggle up to now, but--he sets her heart fluttering, just his voice does it. she really likes it. it scratches an itch inside her that he also elicits. ]

Come here.

[ scooping his chin to kiss him again ]

[vecna]

Me, n—

[Now, he would have said, had she not stolen another kiss from him, lips warm against his. He can make her laugh, make her giggle. Make her happy and content in this awful place, through little more than their growing bond and connection. He’s sure of it. There’s proof of it already.

But, for now, just kisses her back. Parts his mouth so that he can run his tongue along her lower lip — tasting lipstick, of course.]

[velluminous]

[ more tongue than kiss, but she doesn't hate that. no, her stomach writhes delightfully and incessantly, and she licks at his mouth with an obvious eagerness. someone's gotten pent-up again.

still holding his cheek and jaw in one hand. the sense Henry will get is much more of trying to eat him, rather than to just tidy up lipstick smears. in fact, she hopes this makes it worse. ]

[vecna]

[Oh, yes. This is a hungry kiss. Lips crashing into each other messily, pulling what tint still exists between their lips this way and that. If she wants to make a mess, she's doing a very good job of it.

And he's only here to enable her. (Yes, he's pent-up.) He doesn't even so much as pull away as his one hand holds up the lipstick tube, talking so close to her that the kiss might as well be on-going.]

Mmm... more.

[velluminous]

[ in another colour, she hopes. responding by kissing all around his mouth, on his chin, to wear away the last of the crimson.

then, eyes closed. she settles back. ]

How could I have ever been wary of you? You kiss like every dream I've ever had.

[ well. (gestures at all of canon) that's probably how. ]

[vecna]

[Wary because of a moniker that he never chose for himself; wary because of a profile that put him in the most unflattering light possible. He was never going to garner a good first impression when judged by someone who knows the name “Vecna” as though the creature were real — but he’s glad to have overcome it.

Surely there is no other reason at all for her to be wary of him… right.

The color he’s chosen is… a warm, toffee brown. Not that he’s even picking purposely anymore. The top pops off with his powers, the lipstick twists up, by the time she pulls away. At this point, he’s wearing more product than her.

Time to reapply it on her lips again, careful but a little swifter than before. Eager.]

To say I’m glad that first impression is yours didn’t last is… an understatement, at this point.

[velluminous]

[ even her breathing shivers now. she loves the easy glide of the lipstick on, the heat of Henry so close. his voice in that gentle murmur like always. ]

I know you better now.

[ laughtrack.wav

pawing at him a little like an animal, hurry hurry. ]

Unbutton this shirt.

[vecna]

[🥲]

You’re more than welcome to yourself, you know.

[Ohoho someone’s impatient.]

[velluminous]

[velluminous]

[ begins rucking the buttons of her own blouse open. underneath, in the widening vee, nothing else at all. ]

Kiss me again.

[vecna]

[Hehe… oh. Nothing at all.

Just the soft surface of her skin and the ample tease of her bosom. Henry’s gaze can’t not wander, blue eyes distracted by that opened vee. He feels his face flush slightly, his heartbeat thudding a little harder in his chest.

…Lowers the lipstick and kisses her, fully, picking up all the pigment he can. He has an idea is where this is going. Eventually:]

Hmmn, so— my mouth all over you?

[velluminous]

[ the hint of generous curves, but hidden just so by falls of fabric. how unfair to him.

messily, against his mouth, ] All over.

[vecna]

[BUT IT'S SEXY WAX!!!!

All over, she says. Who is he to deny her? The lipstick tube fumbles from his grip as he slips both hands inside where her shirt falls open, just at her sides, to anchor him as he lowers himself more.

A kiss along her jaw, her neck, lower... along the hard line of her collarbone.]

But the mess, Ms Vaux...

[the very specific times in which henry creel does not care about messes]

[velluminous]

[ she wants his mouth lower and his hands higher. exhaling half a laugh against his ear and the side of his face as he drifts downward. ]

We will just clean it up again once we're done.

[vecna]

[Higher, lower. He's getting there. What's the point of rushing — his own impatience is overridden by how much he wants to indulge and tease for now.

But... his lips roaming lower still, until they finally meet the crest of her breasts as his hands slide up to give them a little lift. He hasn't even eased back enough to appreciate his handwork: that trail of lipstick following his path.]

Oh, so this is an all-morning affair?

[velluminous]

[ oh! there it is. he cups beneath her chest, pulling her somewhat out of the open vee of her blouse.

had her hands in his hair the moment he began trending down, because she loves his coif and loves ruining it even more, and now she rubs her nails back and forth across his scalp in reward. not hard, just... there. mm. ]

I didn't say that. You did.