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Impeccably behaved... [Hm, doubt. But in the fondest way possible.] Well. If you say so. I'll just make sure you stay that way.

[Props up on an elbow just long enough to gaze at her; to look her up and down, considering.]

Take your shirt off for me.

[Fully.]

Only my blouse?

Just for now. Or are you getting impatient already?

[ popping buttons ]

I am impatient always.

[It takes a not insignificant effort to look only at her face when she starts unbuttoning her blouse, and an actual cognizant effort to raise himself up just enough to speak hushed in her ear.]

Don't worry. We'll have you naked and writhing beneath me before we're done here.

[ with a twinge of personal pride, that she can encourage this attitude in him, and oh, how she benefits from that. abandons her blouse to cup his nape and run her nails' edges over his skin. ]

Oh. Sweet promises. You are doing very well for me, Henry.

[ as though he, not she, is the one who must impress ]

[Warm, and at least halfway exposed, it compels Henry to lay himself on top of her just enough to feel the pressure of their bodies seamed together — and as always, her warmth, felt through even his clothing.

The not-quite-string of her nails are proving to always be a pleasant feeling. He can unpack that later. For now, his hands rove back up her sides, one of them meandering so high as to thread his fingers through her hair.]

You're the one who's supposed to behave and be good for me, Sprezzatura.

[ well that's too bad because she's immediately

KOALAING ONTO HIM

arms and legs around, that blessed weight and warmth and closeness that she adores. ]

I am behaving very well! I have been saying this!

[KOALA’D

Which means he has no recourse but to lie there, pressed against her, as her limbs allow so very little else.]

Are you? [Scoffs, light.] And how am I supposed to kiss you all over if you’re clinging to me like this?

I don't know. How are you?

[ murmured into his hair ]

I could ask nicely...

[Kisses the part of her easiest to access right now: her neck, where he can feel her pulse beneath his lips.]

But you did ask me to be stern. So maybe not so nicely, hm?

[And just like that, ghost-like, the invisible touch of his powers again, feeling like little more than hands encircling her wrists. Simply present for now, and not pulling.]

[ starts to wiggle in time with the uptick of her pulse, throbbing there in her throat. and other places. ]

And once you've done that, what then?

[And other places.

To be fair, him too.]

If you don’t let go, you’re about to find out.

[ well. she snuggles on tighter, likely to no surprise of Henry's. soft laughter near his ear, causing her breast to rise and fall and her stomach to tense. the heels of her feet bounce gently off his clothed backside: one foot, then the other, then the first, then the second, then again.

there is no fear anymore.

so... maybe it was love. a devouring kind of love in more ways than the obvious, when she'd slid him down her gullet. ]

But I like to hold you.

[Maybe it was love, indeed. It certainly was on Henry’s end, a huge blossoming thing that has only now shrunken back down to its germinating form — but very much threatening to unfurl and flower to the same degree with each passing day…

Of course she clings tighter, though. Ever defiant. He remembers the last time this worked, though he isn’t sure if it will now-]

Not even if I asked you to be a good girl for me?

[ no. not this time, though her heart speeds again for a second to hear it. ]

I am being good.

[Not this time. Too headstrong this morning, isn't she?]

I said, be a-

[Now, the use of his powers. Taking her firmly by the wrists, by the ankles, and slowwwwwly peeling her away from him — assuming she doesn't try to push back. Notably, he lets her tail wiggle as much as it likes.]

-good girl and let go.

[ oh, the words melt right into the core of her, warming and smooth, but she resists. strains against the hands she cannot see ]

This is... as good as it gets, Mister Creel.

I don't think so, Ms Vaux. I think you can do better.

[It's cute, the way she resists his hold. Even as weakened as he is in Shadowpeaks, it's hardly any effort to pull her away a little harder—arms and legs un-kaolaing—until he can sit up in a crouch and look down at her with the slightest tilt of his head.]

Did you know that some spiders tie up the female to mate with her?

[Is now a good time for spider facts? Does it kill the mood? TOO BAD.]

[ a grunt of exertion, but... no, she can't hold out against him. she's opened and he's freed, leaving her displayed beneath him with all her kiss marks. ]

Do they? [ what a thing to bring up now. and yet she's in such a way that it tingles through her, the implications of Henry bringing that up now ] And why is that?

[Splayed neatly, with her hands raised to either side of her head—again, to see that long line of her—and her legs...

Spread, for now. With Henry crouched between them, and he reaches down to fuss with the fastening of her trousers. Can't stop him now!]

So she doesn't devour him during or after. She's still bigger and stronger than him, after all; a predator through and through.

[ a simple button closure. she feels heat rising to meet his hands as they toy at it. her chest rises and falls a little faster. ]

I am not bigger than you.

[Easy to open up her fly, then shimmies those same trousers down by their waistband. Though this means he'll have to push her legs together, which he does after he gently lifts them up in the air (with his powers, still!) and pushes then together so that her legs meet at the knees.

Works to remove them, plus any footwear she might have in the way.]

But you are stronger.

[Generally. If powers are not put into the equation.]

Usually.

[ everything off but her blouse and panties. she feels... transfixed upon him as he undresses her. he looks so serene, and this is a wonderful view of his face while at work.

the smeared, blotted lipstick marring his mouth reminds her of a bruise. ]

So you mean to take me as spiders do.

Did I say that? I'm just sharing arachnid trivia with you.

[In his bedroom. While they're kissing, heatedly, and he's undressing her. This is purposefully plied trivia, clearly, so she isn't far off the mark.

He leaves her legs lifted like that, enjoying the contours of her thighs and the roundness of her backside, and lowers himself to place a kiss on her skin. The back of one of her thighs is hereby adorned with berry-colored lipstick.]

But if you want me to do more than just kiss you, you can just say so.

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