[his aunties probably wouldn't like her. too mortal, too much entangled.
or they'd love her. want her for themselves, maybe. the kind of sweet treat, wild berry that bites back, make sounds of black peat liquor wanting. he wraps his arms around her waist, then sort of semi changes his mind but mostly decides he'd rather grab her ass, one hand on each cheek, and lifts her up off the bedroom floor. her long, full skirts whisper and flow as he goes -- he manages, somehow!! not to trod on them and trip them head over heels onto the plushy bounce of her bed.
so they land there with élan and without accidentally biting off anybody's tongue.
he slows down a little, after that. careful not to stick his elbow into the spreading wings of her hair, but make enough space still to kiss her, thumb down her throat, feel the outline of her round hip underneath the fabric of her clothes. there's much she retains about her old ways, but he does. recall. something she mentioned about. whatever the old timey way of saying 'lingerie' was.]
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or they'd love her. want her for themselves, maybe. the kind of sweet treat, wild berry that bites back, make sounds of black peat liquor wanting. he wraps his arms around her waist, then sort of semi changes his mind but mostly decides he'd rather grab her ass, one hand on each cheek, and lifts her up off the bedroom floor. her long, full skirts whisper and flow as he goes -- he manages, somehow!! not to trod on them and trip them head over heels onto the plushy bounce of her bed.
so they land there with élan and without accidentally biting off anybody's tongue.
he slows down a little, after that. careful not to stick his elbow into the spreading wings of her hair, but make enough space still to kiss her, thumb down her throat, feel the outline of her round hip underneath the fabric of her clothes. there's much she retains about her old ways, but he does. recall. something she mentioned about. whatever the old timey way of saying 'lingerie' was.]