"Me, too," Percy murmurs into her mouth, just before she kisses him. His fingers delve further, intent on reacquainting himself with the shape of her, but she moves out of the way just as he's getting started.
Of course he groans - anyone, he thinks, would be disappointed to be presented with his wife's flesh and then denied it - but she makes up for it. Vex has a clever mouth, no matter what she's using it for, and her attention sinks into his skin. Something warm and heavy settles inside his belly, the warmth of drunkenness without the poor judgment, as he realizes where she's going.
"One advantage, at least." He smooths a hand affectionately over her hair. Every kiss lingers on, even after she's moved past a given patch of skin, his abdomen tensing when she nips at a particularly good spot. "I'm sure we could think of a few more, given enough time."
Doting on Percy is a pleasure. They've been forced to slow down, and truthfully? She doesn't hate it. He has to lay back and simply let her take care of him. Good in nonsexual situations. Great, in this sexual situation.
Her hand smooths over his stomach, lips finding the line to his hip. More pronounced than it should be, but something she can't resisting pressing her tongue to before she kisses it. She does resist reaching for his cock, checking to see if she's inspired any action, and instead ignores it even as her breasts brush against it. A watched pot never boils and all that.
"You're the most handsome man there is, you know."
Vex knows she doesn't compliment him enough. On his brain, perhaps, but appearance? She can do more. Especially now that he's been a corpse.
He can't help it; he laughs aloud, startled (and a little delighted) by her declaration. They both know it's not actually true, objectively speaking. If someone could take top honors in terms of looks, he's likely not a pale, scarred, near-sighted thing who spent a few weeks too many in a crypt.
What it really means is something else, something he values far greater than any notion of objective truth. This is how much I love you, she's saying, so much that I look at your face, in all its pinched sour-looking glory, and I don't care that you're not even the most handsome de Rolo.
"I think we need to have your eyes checked," he says warmly, a low noise escaping him as her breast grazes softly against his shaft. Her attention is certainly having some effect, even if it's slower than he'd like; her tongue at his hipbone, lining out the seam of his leg, was particularly inspiring. "Or perhaps see if you've sustained a concussion."
Have you hit your head recently, Vex? He reaches out to touch her cheek, all affection.
He'll always be handsome to her. She knows one day he'll be old and--well, she supposes he's already lost the color in his hair, but he'll wear the passage of time on his skin for all to see. But she knows she'll love him all the same, and it's clear in her eyes as she nuzzles her cheek into his touch.
"My eyesight is perfect." Hunter's sight and all that. Still, she can't resist a witty remark, grinning before kissing his palm. "I'd be more worried for what that says about the rest of the population."
Not that she particularly cares to look herself. She's happily taken, and she looks forward to a lifetime with the man beneath her.
"You've always been handsome to me."
And he knows as well as she does that there's been no opportunity for a concussion in the safety and comfort of Whitestone. The worst injury was a bruised toe when stepping around their sturdy, heavy, expensive bedframe and misjudging the clearance because the damn thing is so big. What a problem to have.
"More than your eyesight," he murmurs, looking down at her with a smile he's sure is maudlin. Right now, he can't muster any energy to care, not when she presses a kiss to the lines of his palm. Every scrap of Vex is perfect, so far as Percy's concerned; she loves deeply and without hesitation, once she's convinced of the value of trying. Her loyalty to him extends even to the parts of himself he doesn't like, despite all reason and sense.
Perhaps with time, he'll learn to look at himself and see what his wife does. He can't imagine living up to the image Vex has of him, but he'd like to come to a point where he feels he's managed it.
She's clearly not going to accept you've hit your head, dear as an explanation, though, so he offers the next best thing. "That's your beauty reflected."
"Darling, I'm sure there are better things down here you'd like me to gag on," she says, laughing as she rolls her eyes. A ridiculous man with ridiculously sappy words.
She's the most fortunate woman in the world to hear them.
"My beauty reflected. Did you sneak a peek at one of those awful novels I've been picking my way through?" Hey, she's needed to pass the time as he's rested. They're garbage, but the enjoyable kind. Except Percy's words are sweet and lovely, not garbage, but she has to tease him.
Her lips press down against the skin of his hip once more, a hand sliding up the opposite thigh.
He flushes - more maudlin than he realized, if he's catching hell for it - but he's more amused than offended. "I'd rather you didn't gag at all."
But given the choice...she's not wrong. She's getting closer to her ultimate goal, and Percy's thighs tense beneath her in anticipation. He'll take petty mockery from his wife - still breathtaking to think, his wife - if her kisses move closer to the center of his pelvis.
Her mouth doesn't immediately move to see if she's right, but her hand does. Her fingers find his shaft, light and teasing as they explore. She's in no particular hurry, enjoying each moment for what it is: a gift. She came so close to losing him and losing these opportunities to love him.
Never again. If that miserable time taught her anything, it's to appreciate the man she loves at any given opportunity.
The air in his lungs feels heavy and hot - his whole body does, but especially his chest - as she finally, finally touches him. His skin's tingling with her attention, his prick aching for her hand to wrap around it in earnest. That she doesn't isn't all that maddening, though; he'd like tonight to go on as long as they can make it last.
This is, after all, as close as they're getting to a wedding night. Vex deserves something spectacular.
"You, ah -" Percy swallows, trying to rally his voice. He touches her shoulder, as though to ground himself in her. "You haven't lost it."
A belated wedding night is all good and well in her books. A few days ago he might not have had the strength--especially not on the day they did elope, with how long he was on his feet. This is already an excellent use of their time and energy.
"Really? I haven't even done anything to you yet," she points out with far too wide of a smile. She knows what she's doing to him by taking her time. "But absence makes the anticipation grow stronger, I suppose."
"Oh, but you have," he answers, breathless. And she knows it, too, the minx - she's smiling much too brightly not to be in on the joke here. "You just haven't done enough."
They're both in on it; he's smiling down at her, pink-cheeked and utterly indulgent as he touches the ridge of one of her ears, drawing his fingers along the fine line of it. Slow and steady, it turns out, has its own appeal. They might not be able to recreate the wild frenzy of their first encounters, at the moment, but right now, he doesn't want to. Not when the alternative feels like this.
The lightest of touches from him tickles, and Vex laughs, ducking her head away from that touch and nipping at his hip. Her fingers stroke him with a similar light touch, because whatever he'd like to do she can do several times over. Some friendly retaliation despite the fact that she started this.
"I do want this to last for more than five minutes," she teases, and the teasing touch is at odds with her words. She doesn't mean to drive him towards any edge just for him to finish the moment she has her lips around him.
Oh, but he's so fun to drive a little bit crazy. He can take it.
"I do, too," he sighs, and he's genuinely hopeful that he'll have the wherewithal to withstand foreplay. Endurance might not be among his virtues right now, but his determination remains - and besides. If it took an effort to get to this point, surely he's unlikely to spill himself at the drop of a hat. "I've hardly had a chance to touch you."
There's a smile tugging at his mouth as he says it. He expects she'll have mercy on him eventually, and he'll make that mercy worth her while, and in the meantime, she'll torture her by putting her mouth everywhere besides the place he'd like to feel it. In revenge, he reaches for her ear again, running his now-uncallused fingertips over it, behind it, along her jaw...anywhere he can reach that seems likely to arouse a reaction.
"That's because you can't be trusted to not get carried away, dear," she points out. "You listen better once you're spent."
Vex has no issue calling him out on that when it's the truth. Whether she'll give in is questionable, but there's always tomorrow, either way. And the day after that, and all the ones that follow. They have that luxury, now.
But she does lean into his touch, cheeks rosy as she looks at him for a long moment.
"I hope you're ready for a lifetime of this treatment."
Maybe she's doing a little more because he's still on the mend, but she thinks she'll always want to please him.
This time, when he sighs, it's with a sort of put-upon annoyance he suspects (hopes) they both know is just playacting. Limits are frustrating - but Vex is right, unfortunately. If he had his druthers, he'd want to do far more than lie back and let her devour him, and he'd probably regret it.
(He's aiming for more than just satisfaction tonight, after all. Tomorrow's hour in the workshop depends on his ability to get out of bed without a worried frown pinching Vex's brow.)
"A lifetime of you," he corrects, his smile returning without hesitation. It doesn't have to be this treatment, after all - any fondness from her is bound to please. Percy catches her chin lightly in his hand, thumb moving over her lower lip. "I hope, and please don't take this the wrong way, but I hope I never get used to it. Every time I look at you, I want to remember how lucky I am."
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Of course he groans - anyone, he thinks, would be disappointed to be presented with his wife's flesh and then denied it - but she makes up for it. Vex has a clever mouth, no matter what she's using it for, and her attention sinks into his skin. Something warm and heavy settles inside his belly, the warmth of drunkenness without the poor judgment, as he realizes where she's going.
"One advantage, at least." He smooths a hand affectionately over her hair. Every kiss lingers on, even after she's moved past a given patch of skin, his abdomen tensing when she nips at a particularly good spot. "I'm sure we could think of a few more, given enough time."
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Her hand smooths over his stomach, lips finding the line to his hip. More pronounced than it should be, but something she can't resisting pressing her tongue to before she kisses it. She does resist reaching for his cock, checking to see if she's inspired any action, and instead ignores it even as her breasts brush against it. A watched pot never boils and all that.
"You're the most handsome man there is, you know."
Vex knows she doesn't compliment him enough. On his brain, perhaps, but appearance? She can do more. Especially now that he's been a corpse.
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What it really means is something else, something he values far greater than any notion of objective truth. This is how much I love you, she's saying, so much that I look at your face, in all its pinched sour-looking glory, and I don't care that you're not even the most handsome de Rolo.
"I think we need to have your eyes checked," he says warmly, a low noise escaping him as her breast grazes softly against his shaft. Her attention is certainly having some effect, even if it's slower than he'd like; her tongue at his hipbone, lining out the seam of his leg, was particularly inspiring. "Or perhaps see if you've sustained a concussion."
Have you hit your head recently, Vex? He reaches out to touch her cheek, all affection.
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"My eyesight is perfect." Hunter's sight and all that. Still, she can't resist a witty remark, grinning before kissing his palm. "I'd be more worried for what that says about the rest of the population."
Not that she particularly cares to look herself. She's happily taken, and she looks forward to a lifetime with the man beneath her.
"You've always been handsome to me."
And he knows as well as she does that there's been no opportunity for a concussion in the safety and comfort of Whitestone. The worst injury was a bruised toe when stepping around their sturdy, heavy, expensive bedframe and misjudging the clearance because the damn thing is so big. What a problem to have.
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Perhaps with time, he'll learn to look at himself and see what his wife does. He can't imagine living up to the image Vex has of him, but he'd like to come to a point where he feels he's managed it.
She's clearly not going to accept you've hit your head, dear as an explanation, though, so he offers the next best thing. "That's your beauty reflected."
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She's the most fortunate woman in the world to hear them.
"My beauty reflected. Did you sneak a peek at one of those awful novels I've been picking my way through?" Hey, she's needed to pass the time as he's rested. They're garbage, but the enjoyable kind. Except Percy's words are sweet and lovely, not garbage, but she has to tease him.
Her lips press down against the skin of his hip once more, a hand sliding up the opposite thigh.
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But given the choice...she's not wrong. She's getting closer to her ultimate goal, and Percy's thighs tense beneath her in anticipation. He'll take petty mockery from his wife - still breathtaking to think, his wife - if her kisses move closer to the center of his pelvis.
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Her mouth doesn't immediately move to see if she's right, but her hand does. Her fingers find his shaft, light and teasing as they explore. She's in no particular hurry, enjoying each moment for what it is: a gift. She came so close to losing him and losing these opportunities to love him.
Never again. If that miserable time taught her anything, it's to appreciate the man she loves at any given opportunity.
"Only one way to find out, isn't there, darling?"
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This is, after all, as close as they're getting to a wedding night. Vex deserves something spectacular.
"You, ah -" Percy swallows, trying to rally his voice. He touches her shoulder, as though to ground himself in her. "You haven't lost it."
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"Really? I haven't even done anything to you yet," she points out with far too wide of a smile. She knows what she's doing to him by taking her time. "But absence makes the anticipation grow stronger, I suppose."
Not quite the saying, but it's true.
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They're both in on it; he's smiling down at her, pink-cheeked and utterly indulgent as he touches the ridge of one of her ears, drawing his fingers along the fine line of it. Slow and steady, it turns out, has its own appeal. They might not be able to recreate the wild frenzy of their first encounters, at the moment, but right now, he doesn't want to. Not when the alternative feels like this.
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"I do want this to last for more than five minutes," she teases, and the teasing touch is at odds with her words. She doesn't mean to drive him towards any edge just for him to finish the moment she has her lips around him.
Oh, but he's so fun to drive a little bit crazy. He can take it.
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There's a smile tugging at his mouth as he says it. He expects she'll have mercy on him eventually, and he'll make that mercy worth her while, and in the meantime, she'll torture her by putting her mouth everywhere besides the place he'd like to feel it. In revenge, he reaches for her ear again, running his now-uncallused fingertips over it, behind it, along her jaw...anywhere he can reach that seems likely to arouse a reaction.
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Vex has no issue calling him out on that when it's the truth. Whether she'll give in is questionable, but there's always tomorrow, either way. And the day after that, and all the ones that follow. They have that luxury, now.
But she does lean into his touch, cheeks rosy as she looks at him for a long moment.
"I hope you're ready for a lifetime of this treatment."
Maybe she's doing a little more because he's still on the mend, but she thinks she'll always want to please him.
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(He's aiming for more than just satisfaction tonight, after all. Tomorrow's hour in the workshop depends on his ability to get out of bed without a worried frown pinching Vex's brow.)
"A lifetime of you," he corrects, his smile returning without hesitation. It doesn't have to be this treatment, after all - any fondness from her is bound to please. Percy catches her chin lightly in his hand, thumb moving over her lower lip. "I hope, and please don't take this the wrong way, but I hope I never get used to it. Every time I look at you, I want to remember how lucky I am."