[ ... You know, she can't even be surprised by random chair legs under beds now. She does shudder when he works at leaving some manner of mark-- quite possibly because the neck is a sensitive spot, though she won't confirm or deny that if asked.
But to the bed they go, and Primrose blinks slowly at the matches, before gathering the candles up. One candle at a time is probably the way to go, so she sets the others aside for now and reaches with her free hand to cup Childe's cheek for another kiss. ]
Lay on your back. If I deem that you're in too much pain to continue, I will stop.
[Honestly he doesn't know that he's an M yet so she's valid.
He bites lightly at her lower lip as he pulls back, and smiles.]
It probably won't be an issue. [Given the amount of scars he has, it's probably clear why he's saying as much. Haha.] But I'll trust your judgment.
[As he turns to climb onto the bed, she'll be able to see the myriad of fresh marks left on his back, nape, thighs--someone had fun with him earlier, apparently. Let it never be said that Childe does not work hard. But he'll do as she asks and settle on his bed, watching her with sharp, dark eyes. He looks pretty relaxed given that he's never done this before? Wow.]
You're rather colorful on one side already, I see.
[ She can't resist commenting on it, even as she finally lights the candle. It's going to take some time for the wax to start dripping, so she settles on the edge of the bed, clutching it carefully. ]
He doesn't want to risk her burning herself, so he's careful and slow as he reaches out, resting a hand on her leg. It's mostly just for the sake of touching, as they wait.]
I'd hardly call it "intimacy", though. It was nothing so sweet as that.
[He keeps his gaze on her face as she moves, rather than looking at the candle. She didn't flinch, and he's fairly convinced that his own pain tolerance is higher than hers, given what he's been through in life.
So it catches him off-guard, when the wax hits his skin and his body jerks on pure instinct at the shock of it. A soft hiss slips out without permission, and his hand twitches, but he doesn't grab the sheets just yet. The wax cools rapidly, and that is an entirely different sensation from what he'd expected.
Ah... hm. That's. That's very different than fighting Pyro users, isn't it.
...
...Welp, no turning back now. He breathes in through his nose, then nods again.]
[ Primrose doesn't say anything when he jerks up, tenses-- he handles it better than she had anticipated, but it also seems to have caught him off-guard.
Still, he nods, and she nods in return, pausing only briefly to dip her head down to kiss him. Not exactly reassurance, because she doubts he needs it, but he looks like someone who enjoys contact.
The candle tips again, a bit of a teasing, meandering trail further down his body, if one could equate "pouring hot wax" to "teasing". ]
[The kiss is appreciated, yes--he isn't the type to need distraction, but it helps ease his body out of an instinctive urge to shift into survival mode. His other hand moves back to rest on her leg, with the tiniest scrape of nails.
He's a little more prepared, this time; he makes sure to steady his breathing, though he still jerks a little as the wax falls on him, fingers flexing on her leg as she proceeds. What he's really not anticipating is the slow accumulation of sensation--he's generally in control of his own body, but his breathing grows a little shallower as she moves onward. His skin isn't as sensitive as many others', but he's still not used to such a concentrated assault, and certainly not under pleasurable circumstances. It's far out of his wheelhouse.
Wrath is going to lose their shit on Saturday, if they're present. God.]
[ Thank god Wrath won't be there but is probably losing their shit anyway.
A little scrape of nails isn't going to hurt her, but she appreciates the care. He's still tense, but less so, from the looks of it. But all the same, Primrose keeps the dripping wax consistent, despite varying the times she'll tilt the candle and how much wax she'll allow to pool. She also leans over to gently puff out a breath over the cooling wax. ]
How does it feel, Tartaglia? Much as I'd like to learn that answer from your body, you're rather subtle.
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But to the bed they go, and Primrose blinks slowly at the matches, before gathering the candles up. One candle at a time is probably the way to go, so she sets the others aside for now and reaches with her free hand to cup Childe's cheek for another kiss. ]
Lay on your back. If I deem that you're in too much pain to continue, I will stop.
[ She doesn't know he's an M yet. ]
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He bites lightly at her lower lip as he pulls back, and smiles.]
It probably won't be an issue. [Given the amount of scars he has, it's probably clear why he's saying as much. Haha.] But I'll trust your judgment.
[As he turns to climb onto the bed, she'll be able to see the myriad of fresh marks left on his back, nape, thighs--someone had fun with him earlier, apparently. Let it never be said that Childe does not work hard. But he'll do as she asks and settle on his bed, watching her with sharp, dark eyes. He looks pretty relaxed given that he's never done this before? Wow.]
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[ She can't resist commenting on it, even as she finally lights the candle. It's going to take some time for the wax to start dripping, so she settles on the edge of the bed, clutching it carefully. ]
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[Did he just bang because he was bored since he couldn't fight??? Yeah that's exactly what happened.]
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[ SHE... can't be surprised. ]
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[There are TOO MANY battle fools in this game.]
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He doesn't want to risk her burning herself, so he's careful and slow as he reaches out, resting a hand on her leg. It's mostly just for the sake of touching, as they wait.]
I'd hardly call it "intimacy", though. It was nothing so sweet as that.
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[ She glances down at him, then uses her free hand to lightly touch the back of his. ]
And what would you call this?
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Mastering a new skill.
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Then let's begin.
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[He lifts his hand on reflex, as if to stop her, but he stops before he can actually grab her.
The humor fades from his face into something more focused, eyes a little darker as he lowers his hand to the bed. He nods.]
I'm ready.
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[ She glances at the wax on her wrist, nods to herself, and then tips the candle to slowly drizzle wax onto his chest first.
She's got a steady hand and her gaze is just as firm, studying him for any sign of actual agony. ]
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So it catches him off-guard, when the wax hits his skin and his body jerks on pure instinct at the shock of it. A soft hiss slips out without permission, and his hand twitches, but he doesn't grab the sheets just yet. The wax cools rapidly, and that is an entirely different sensation from what he'd expected.
Ah... hm. That's. That's very different than fighting Pyro users, isn't it.
...
...Welp, no turning back now. He breathes in through his nose, then nods again.]
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Still, he nods, and she nods in return, pausing only briefly to dip her head down to kiss him. Not exactly reassurance, because she doubts he needs it, but he looks like someone who enjoys contact.
The candle tips again, a bit of a teasing, meandering trail further down his body, if one could equate "pouring hot wax" to "teasing". ]
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He's a little more prepared, this time; he makes sure to steady his breathing, though he still jerks a little as the wax falls on him, fingers flexing on her leg as she proceeds. What he's really not anticipating is the slow accumulation of sensation--he's generally in control of his own body, but his breathing grows a little shallower as she moves onward. His skin isn't as sensitive as many others', but he's still not used to such a concentrated assault, and certainly not under pleasurable circumstances. It's far out of his wheelhouse.
Wrath is going to lose their shit on Saturday, if they're present. God.]
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A little scrape of nails isn't going to hurt her, but she appreciates the care. He's still tense, but less so, from the looks of it. But all the same, Primrose keeps the dripping wax consistent, despite varying the times she'll tilt the candle and how much wax she'll allow to pool. She also leans over to gently puff out a breath over the cooling wax. ]
How does it feel, Tartaglia? Much as I'd like to learn that answer from your body, you're rather subtle.
[ In. This regard??? ]