He grins, ready to kiss her, but she denies him just a moment or two longer, and he groans - no more serious than she is.
(Vex is a lady in every way that matters, so far as he's concerned: she knows how to adjust her behavior to the company she keeps, she moves and speaks with perfect elegance, and she's capable of planning with an eye toward a larger future than simply her own. Everything beyond that, using the right fork and addressing nobility with the correct titles, is petty melodrama. It can all be learned in time. She carries with her the most important traits, everything that can't be taught.)
"You're a tease, you know that?" Percy says lightly, clearly enamored of the fact, before she shuts him up. And the kiss is well worth waiting for, everything he's missed about them in one longing, lingering expression of their feelings for each other. It's not so different from other moments spent together in bed since his return - but those have felt less playful to him, somehow, as though they've been so busy proving he's alive that they haven't been able to enjoy themselves. He snakes a hand between them, looking for lacing or buttons or whatever it is keeping her blouse on today; now that he actually needs to know, he realizes he hadn't noticed.
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Date: 2025-01-19 04:27 pm (UTC)(Vex is a lady in every way that matters, so far as he's concerned: she knows how to adjust her behavior to the company she keeps, she moves and speaks with perfect elegance, and she's capable of planning with an eye toward a larger future than simply her own. Everything beyond that, using the right fork and addressing nobility with the correct titles, is petty melodrama. It can all be learned in time. She carries with her the most important traits, everything that can't be taught.)
"You're a tease, you know that?" Percy says lightly, clearly enamored of the fact, before she shuts him up. And the kiss is well worth waiting for, everything he's missed about them in one longing, lingering expression of their feelings for each other. It's not so different from other moments spent together in bed since his return - but those have felt less playful to him, somehow, as though they've been so busy proving he's alive that they haven't been able to enjoy themselves. He snakes a hand between them, looking for lacing or buttons or whatever it is keeping her blouse on today; now that he actually needs to know, he realizes he hadn't noticed.