"That's because they're sitting across the counter from you." They might not consider her ability to drive a hard bargain one of her finer points, but Percy's benefited from her work. "Shopkeepers don't appreciate a quick wit when it's cutting into their profits."
And whatever else is true, Vex is clearly a quick wit.
"Then let me encourage you." Both to keep making fine deals on their behalf and to continue on like this. He can't see her smile all that clearly - his sight in the dark has nothing on that of a half-elf's - but he knows it's there, and he likes knowing it's for his sake. "I rather like the results."
Percy pauses, standing there in the dark wood with her, and turns to face her. He's a little clumsy, but his palm finds her cheek, and in a moment of pure, stupid bravery, he tries to kiss her.
If Percy is a little unsure, a little nightblind, Vex is more than equipped to make up for both. Her chin tips up to met him, her head tilting, and she goes up on her toes to finish closing the distance. Lips part delicately and one hand balls into a fist in the back of his coat.
Success only makes him bolder, one hand at her jaw - he won't muss her hair and risk losing one of the feathers out here in the dark - and the other at her hip, his thumb rubbing an idle circle into her leather breeches. It might start out sweet, but it lasts long enough to turn hungry.
"I can't stop thinking about you," he tells her in a murmur, without pulling back. He'd imagined more elegant things he might say, suggestions of where things could go from here, but they've all fled his mind in favor of the reminder of her taste.
It might not be elegant or even especially original, but the words still have an effect. A very palpable effect.
Basic as it is, who doesn't want to be thought of?
Who doesn't want to be wanted?
Vex hums softly under his kiss, meeting his hunger with purpose. Her lips part invitingly. Her back arches to press against him, tits soft and arms strong as she levers closer. And she pulls, walking slowly, unevenly backward, until her back hits the trunk of a sturdy tree. She deliberately traps herself before it and Percy, blocking out the rest of the world.
"What do you think about?" she asks between kisses. "When you think of me."
Percy's easily drawn forward, moving with her as she walks them back to what perhaps he should have been aiming for in the first place. (It seemed like too much to hope for, that she'd want to continue on - he'd half expected to be rebuffed, reminded of the dangers of being too obvious near the rest of their party. Next time, he thinks, he'll push things further.)
"Your hands," he admits, leaning a forearm against the tree trunk, letting the line of his body press up against hers without hesitation. Lifting one of her hands, he turns his head and kisses her fingertips - if he's been given leave to show some affection, he's going to indulge. "On me, and - in general. Shooting arrows, braiding your hair..."
Enthusiastic though he is, he's still too shy for some of the compliments that otherwise spring to mind, especially after several long days of travel spent pretending not to notice her overly. You're beautiful, Vex'ahlia, the loveliest woman I've ever been with.
"On you, hm?" Vex smiles, a lopsided and faintly feline smile. A bit smug. A bit playful.
She lets go of his coat to run her hands over his body, up from his belly and over his chest all the way to his shoulders, smoothing his lapels before using them to pull him in for another kiss.
His compliments are well chosen. Not just because they land, but because they're thought out. Not too vulgar. Not too prim. And most intoxicating, sincere.
The way he talks about her hands, makes her want to touch him. The way he looks at her, even in the dark, makes her want more than anything to be looked at.
The hunger he shows when their lips touch ensures she never wants to stop.
"All over me," he agrees, sighing under her touch as she pushes away fantasy in favor of reality. And the reality is so much better than anything he's imagined in the last few days. There's weight to her touch, longing in her kiss - and his best guess at how she'd reach for him is nowhere near as sweet as actually feeling her pull him near.
He'd worried she'd have grown bored of him, or that her interest would be too dampened by the knowledge that someone could conceivably find them together. But if anything, she responds more ardently than before. Something in his chest swells with pride, and he lets his kisses wander down to her jaw, back to her ear. In a whisper, breath hot against her skin: "And I've thought about what we could do out here, if we're quick about it."
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Date: 2025-06-28 02:34 am (UTC)And whatever else is true, Vex is clearly a quick wit.
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Date: 2025-06-29 02:38 am (UTC)It might be in his benefit to encourage her.
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Date: 2025-06-29 02:56 am (UTC)Percy pauses, standing there in the dark wood with her, and turns to face her. He's a little clumsy, but his palm finds her cheek, and in a moment of pure, stupid bravery, he tries to kiss her.
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Date: 2025-06-30 11:55 pm (UTC)If Percy is a little unsure, a little nightblind, Vex is more than equipped to make up for both. Her chin tips up to met him, her head tilting, and she goes up on her toes to finish closing the distance. Lips part delicately and one hand balls into a fist in the back of his coat.
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Date: 2025-07-08 09:24 pm (UTC)"I can't stop thinking about you," he tells her in a murmur, without pulling back. He'd imagined more elegant things he might say, suggestions of where things could go from here, but they've all fled his mind in favor of the reminder of her taste.
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Date: 2025-07-10 12:55 am (UTC)Basic as it is, who doesn't want to be thought of?
Who doesn't want to be wanted?
Vex hums softly under his kiss, meeting his hunger with purpose. Her lips part invitingly. Her back arches to press against him, tits soft and arms strong as she levers closer. And she pulls, walking slowly, unevenly backward, until her back hits the trunk of a sturdy tree. She deliberately traps herself before it and Percy, blocking out the rest of the world.
"What do you think about?" she asks between kisses. "When you think of me."
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Date: 2025-07-10 02:23 am (UTC)"Your hands," he admits, leaning a forearm against the tree trunk, letting the line of his body press up against hers without hesitation. Lifting one of her hands, he turns his head and kisses her fingertips - if he's been given leave to show some affection, he's going to indulge. "On me, and - in general. Shooting arrows, braiding your hair..."
Enthusiastic though he is, he's still too shy for some of the compliments that otherwise spring to mind, especially after several long days of travel spent pretending not to notice her overly. You're beautiful, Vex'ahlia, the loveliest woman I've ever been with.
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Date: 2025-07-14 03:42 am (UTC)She lets go of his coat to run her hands over his body, up from his belly and over his chest all the way to his shoulders, smoothing his lapels before using them to pull him in for another kiss.
His compliments are well chosen. Not just because they land, but because they're thought out. Not too vulgar. Not too prim. And most intoxicating, sincere.
The way he talks about her hands, makes her want to touch him. The way he looks at her, even in the dark, makes her want more than anything to be looked at.
The hunger he shows when their lips touch ensures she never wants to stop.
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Date: 2025-07-15 12:57 am (UTC)He'd worried she'd have grown bored of him, or that her interest would be too dampened by the knowledge that someone could conceivably find them together. But if anything, she responds more ardently than before. Something in his chest swells with pride, and he lets his kisses wander down to her jaw, back to her ear. In a whisper, breath hot against her skin: "And I've thought about what we could do out here, if we're quick about it."