[ Wednesday is, most often, difficult for anyone to gauge, and she is used to her jokes being misinterpreted, in the rare moment that she does crack a joke in public. His Friends are nice, actually, a far more accepting than she anticipated, but they are also far too accustomed to Jehan's own nature that it only makes sense.
She admittedly enjoys keeping Courfeyrac guessing. It's entertaining.
Wednesday does squeeze his thigh under the table before slipping her small hand into his, nodding. ]
[ Social requirements met? Bill paid? Wonderful. He has a perfectly poisonous flower to nourish with love and attention. Never strip, never rip, never hurt. At least, not emotionally. Jehan has been known to be adventurous when it comes to the physical.
The entire walk home, his hand around her back slips to the curve of her ass. Only when he has to let go to unlock the door does he finally give a squeeze. She has tempted him. He must have her. He'll beg if he must, on his knees.
The door is flung wide open. He backs in, pulling his temptress along with him. A bright and playful smile never once falling from his lips. She is beautiful. She is everything beautiful in one perfect package. ]
[ She's a lucky girl. Torture is her specialty and though she had never really sought physical intimacy with anyone before, oh, does her poet have a way of encouraging that side of her when they're together. There are ways, she had learned, of torturing and tantalizing one's partner in ways other than painful ones. Sometimes she moves far too slowly, and sometimes she keeps herself just out of reach or holds that climax over him until she is satisfied with their roll in the sheets. She has the discipline for it.
Wednesday knows she has him wrapped around her finger. She isn't entirely sure why he is, but she does adore him.
Tonight, she'll push again, mildly amused as she backs him into the flat. He gets a kiss for that enthusiasm. ]
[ A kiss well welcomed. His hands are all over her once more. A kick will have to do for closing the door. It shuts with a slam louder than he meant. He can't find himself caring all that much at this very moment.
Now that they are somewhere more private, his hands can begin to wander. Up into her dress, dipping into whatever underthings she may be wearing. He's always the first to make noise and does into her kiss. Quiet moans as his hands explore her familiar body as if it were completely unknown. ]
[ Wednesday's underthings are delightfully old fashioned, inspired by vintage lingerie with garter belts and all. Her hemlines rose when she grew older - nothing too scandalous, but they did look nice with her legs and those stockings she always wore - and had been an interesting companion to those heavy starched collars she always dons.
She does so like seeing him eagerly undress her, layer by layer. She does nothing to remove her clothes herself, silent as she smiles into their messy kiss, her hands firmly on his sides. ]
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She admittedly enjoys keeping Courfeyrac guessing. It's entertaining.
Wednesday does squeeze his thigh under the table before slipping her small hand into his, nodding. ]
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The entire walk home, his hand around her back slips to the curve of her ass. Only when he has to let go to unlock the door does he finally give a squeeze. She has tempted him. He must have her. He'll beg if he must, on his knees.
The door is flung wide open. He backs in, pulling his temptress along with him. A bright and playful smile never once falling from his lips. She is beautiful. She is everything beautiful in one perfect package. ]
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Wednesday knows she has him wrapped around her finger. She isn't entirely sure why he is, but she does adore him.
Tonight, she'll push again, mildly amused as she backs him into the flat. He gets a kiss for that enthusiasm. ]
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Now that they are somewhere more private, his hands can begin to wander. Up into her dress, dipping into whatever underthings she may be wearing. He's always the first to make noise and does into her kiss. Quiet moans as his hands explore her familiar body as if it were completely unknown. ]
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She does so like seeing him eagerly undress her, layer by layer. She does nothing to remove her clothes herself, silent as she smiles into their messy kiss, her hands firmly on his sides. ]