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[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.

[ "JuSt shARiNg ArAcHNid TriViA" ]

No. Kiss away.

[ curling her fingers into her palms. curling her toes. the scanty back of her underwear leaves room for her tail to move, and just barely enough to the imagination to titillate. ]

I deserve to be lauded.

[aksjfa she saw right through him

And to be fair, she does deserve to be lauded for that. Henry runs both hands up her legs, up to her knees. Even if his powers are keeping her held in place, he still wants to feel and touch and, yes, kiss.

Eventually, more than kiss.]

All right.

[Another plush kiss, much lower than before, practically against her backside, long and sucking. Oh, the angle's awkward like this, but he's going to make it work, even if he nearly has to lower himself to the point where he's lying down on the mattress stomach-first.]

[ it feels so nice. his hands, especially--she loves soft hands. gentle hands. lithe... hands. and the weight of him on her knees as he steadies himself and roves his kissing lower.

she only wishes she could see him better. ]

Put some pillows underneath me. Lift my hips so you you don't have to lay so low.

[Mm, she vacillates so easily between stubborn and considerate. Henry leans to one side to peek at her from behind her legs, quirking a grin.]

Oh, maybe you are a good girl, after all. So helpful...

[For poor, inexperienced Mr. Creel. One of his pillows drags towards him, compelled by his mind, and her hips are lifted up accordingly. It settles below her and he eases her back down.

In the meanwhile, a free hand has roamed away and is playing with the tuft of her tail, almost idly, as he makes this adjustment.]

Is that more comfortable for you?

[ oh, that feels nice, too. she flickers her tail in his touch, letting it tickle at his fingers. the hair is as silky as that on her head. ]

Yes. [ it always feels better with a pillow under her hips. ] You are calling me that often.

[ good girl. ]

[Her tail... tickly... soft... Twirls the tuft with a finger, just because it feels pleasant.]

Because... [Another kiss, the other side.] I have a feeling you like the praise.

[Is he wrong?]

Who does not like praise?

[ no. ]

I think there's a fine line, don't you?

[He rises up enough to spread her legs apart, placing his hands once more on her legs—at her knees—to do so. The valley it creates is enticing, makes him feel warm across his face and below his own legs.

Henry dips down low to kiss her inner thigh. He should probably reapply his lipstick now, but... maybe later.]

But I mean everything I ever say to you.

[Meaning: he thinks, on a normal day, it wouldn't be too hard to be too sacchrine, to make her feel like she's being talked down to, or patronized. Hopefully this does not equate to purring little praises (or low, darkly intense ones) in the bedroom quite as easily.]

[ oh, quite the contrary. there's little more that Sprezzatura Vaux loves than being littered with praise while in a state of undress. the sight of him dipping between her splayed thighs, so close that he brushes her through her panties when he angles his head, floods her with a gnawing sense of need that she has very little intention of ignoring for long.

still, anticipation is its own pleasure. she draws a deep breath, stomach tensing at the kiss, and sighs it out again unevenly. ]

... you could be work of art.

[ the sun slanting through the window in dappled shards. it creates such a beautiful effect as it plays over his body. and hers. ]

I want you to put your fingers in me.

[ someone's being stern here and it's her. ]

[There’s a reason he spread her legs like this, to titillate lower and closer to where her warmth really emanates between her thighs. Anticipation, yes, and to pour a bit more fuel on the fire of her desire.

His eyes flick up to meet hers from where he’s bent over her, and yes, that dappled light makes his hair practically glow in haloed fragments of sun that escape through the window. Rather angelic, all things considered, for how much he intends to… tease her. She’s requesting something of him, being the stern one, but did she not ask for him to be stern first?

Smiles, kisses lower on her thigh — very low, indeed.]

How badly?

You will know when you put them in, won't you?

[ how wet she's getting should be answer enough. she can already hint the cloying scent of it—or so she thinks. it really can't be possible just yet. wriggles herself on the pillow, rocking back and forth gently with his face cradled between her thighs. ]

Don't you want to?

[Oh, he's sure he can catch the scent of her arousal, too. Even more so when he angles himself to kiss her cunt, which is shielded only be the thin material of her panties.]

If you ask nicely, I will.

[Want to. A lark, and they both know it, because he does want to. But why not drive her a little crazy first?]

[ even that comes as such relief. lays her head back on the bed, eyes on the swirling of dust in the air above. oh, him. that still isn't stern, she thinks, but it's certainly befitting of an orderly. ask nicely. ]

That was nicely.

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