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yukieTitle: Apres le Deluge 1 - "Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm..."
Fandom: I AM A KUPOP TOURIST IN BIRKS WITH SOCKS XD
Pairing: Fae and Deathbishie. XD
Rating: 14A right now - this is just the first part, they get sillier later.
Warnings: Discussion of shagging, and some kneading, but nothing explicit.
Summary: It's diffcult gtting introverts to talk about some things. But not impossible.
Notes: There are probably typos. Everywhere. AHGAHD. And there will be smut, I'm just not there yet! And 'Shelter from the Storm' is stuck in my head.
***
as time goes on
as the nights pass
little by little
one step at a time
it changes.
and this time, the root of the changes is me. he can make me face the shadow of that tree as he wants, or the demon he longs for his son to be, or (here is the one i think is unintentional and born of his heart more than his want) a hundred thousand years of gnawing, aching loneliness and solitude...but i can change it.
he may plant the seeds of these things but the dreams are mine.
i will leave my fear to my body. my heart is without fear.
and so, little by little, scant millimetres at a time, i can pry back the thorns binding me (this is not real, i am not here), i can free myself from the bonds whether they're steel or spell or something else entirely (as i can in reality - there are benefits to being smallish and being fae), i can remember that this man who stands before me is not the one whom i love, but only the broken shadow of him as called forth by the enraged and grieving shattered heart of a god more bound than he could ever force me to see myself being.
and i do love xavier.
there is no doubt in my mind.
it's myself i fear.
but...
little by little, what fills my heart when i think of him becomes an adoration without fear.
if i were really so unworthy, would sirian--would thanatos be so very insistent on telling me that i wasn't?
if it were only a dalliance, why would he invest so much time and effort in trying to drive a wedge between xavier and me?
if i were weak and this were doomed to failure...why would he care so damned much about dragging me down?
why would he invest so much effort and burn so much of the little power he can call upon if i was of no worth?
there is true fear, and then there is the nebulous fear of things like nightmares. in the waking world you know them to be only a heap of broken images, your inner what-if what-if penny-dreadful stories spinning out onstage in the theatre of your mind. but if you face them night after night, it can wear you down horribly, and the fear starts to bleed from dreading your dreams to dreading that they might come to be.
never mind that prophetic dreams aren't ever that coherent (i can ask jer and confirm this any time). the future is, after all, not ever set.
the gods may be divine, but they are not omniscient or omnipotent, and even if they were as the lord of day and lady of night and gifted with farsight clearer than any other...well, the children of the earth and the children of the aether were born with free will. free will trumps prescience, trumps divine power, overthrows prophecy, decides upon its own path (its own destiny) and sets out for its own desires (its own fate) - and at any time, it can pause. turn. change its mind. find itself a new horizon, and strike out for that.
destiny is mutable.
fate changes with time.
perhaps if people didn't change, it wouldn't be so.
but we do.
***
It took a bit of time for him to approach her, and not only because he wasn't usually up at his time. Xavier wasn't lazy by any means, but he was prone to being nocturnal (much like Vicky) and thus tended not to be awake at 'where the hell is the sun?' o' clock in the morning. Vicky often was, albeit briefly. Like most birds she woke up with the sun; unlike many birds she went back to sleep shortly after.
She'd been drowsing on the verandah with a cup of mint tea when she heard the door open behind her. Then the sound of stirring fabric. Then bare feet on the verandah. The door closing. A breath drawn in slowly and deeply, held, then let out.
"Hi," Vicky said. Then she lost the rest of her sentence by yawning enormously. Bleh. "it's early, for you."
He stood a moment in silence, then padded over and sat down next to her, knees drawn up and chin resting on folded arms.
"You know why I was absent last night?"
"Yes. And I know where you likely were because that was where you needed to be." Vicky blew across the surface of the tea. "You needed to do that for a while I think, just judging by the fact that you're not carrying your shoulders up so close to your ears any longer."
"I was doing so...?"
"Not such that most people would have noticed. But yes. You hold your tension there a ton." Sometimes there was an enormous knot of tension there as a result when she rubbed his back, and he'd make silly noises and sprawl all over as she worked it out.
"...So you are neither angry nor displeased with me?" he asked.
"Mmm." Vicky sipped the tea and closed her eyes. She was so damn spoiled for mint tea because of Aurora's herb garden and Grandma Eirlys's too. Tisane hedonism! "No. I really can't say I am."
"Why?"
Vicky glanced over at him and the utter bafflement on his face almost made her giggle.
(Really, if he didn't trust her or really care for her, he wouldn't utterly drop the masque so much.)
"Why? Well. It's something you had to do. It was weighing on you. I knew that something was even though I wasn't necessarily aware of what, but I knew it had to do with the relationship between the two of you."
"And how was it that you knew?" Now there was a touch of bemusement about him.
"Heartseer," Vicky reminded him, and she smiled. "That, and I sort of know how you are. You act cold and nonchalant to try to convince other people and yourself that you don't really care half as much as others think you ought. You're edgy about admitting to error because you worry that if you do so people will either leave you or try to do lousy things to you - it probably comes of having been the commander of an army of tossers, nits, and tossing nits but I digress...Xavier?"
He was making a funny little noise that it took her a moment to identify as chortling.
"You can go on. I'm hardly offended. Perhaps a bit - exasperated with myself for not having realized I was so transparent..."
"You're not, really, I'm just creepily good at reading people."
"I would hardly describe it as 'creepy'," he said, and the aerial quotes were audible.
"A lot of people have? I know you're not among them and never would be, but - mehh." Vicky set her cup down and sighed. "I wasn't kidding when I said the fear was mine and pretty much completely internalized. None of it's come of anything you did. The abandonment fear, the estrangement-and-never-fitting-in thing, the failure to live up to some expectation that's always unspoken... It's not you causing that. I have no lack of faith in you. I have no lack of trust for you. I believe in you - I'm just completely one hundred percent ass at believing in me."
"In spite of the fact that you act as a very capable mediator, and you have no lack of resourcefulness and compassion? In spite of the fact that you use warding spells in the most tremendously odd ways I've ever seen?"
"Oh, you should have heard the doing-it-wrong lectures I got--"
"From small-minded unimaginative idiots, I dare say."
"Largely," Vicky said, and snerked. "Some people are very nervous about the versatility of traditional spells." A pause. "I've run an enormous tangent here and forgotten there was something you wanted to say to me - or I thought you did. You looked as if you did."
"Oh, I did, and I'm just as guilty of running tangents as you...." Xavier took a deep breath. Then he said, "I apologize. I was more than a bit unreasonable, and I've felt foolish about it and regretted what I said for some time. I was fair to neither you nor Aurora" - he paused and glanced at her, and seeing no reaction went on - "and I'm unsure how to express to you how deeply sorry I am."
"You already have," Vicky blinked at him. "And I knew. Even if you hadn't said anything - "
"...Sihaya, there's absolutely no need to hold back on my account. If you are angry - which you have every right to be - then tell me. I will make amends. I promise."
"Xavier?"
"Yes?"
"...When in heaven's name have I ever held back or for that matter really ever had tact?"
"Er. A valid point."
Vicky set down her teacup and moved a bit closer to Xavier. "I can see you kicking yourself whenever you are. And I'm probably just as open-bookish to you. We have a lot of habits in common, when it comes to being dense. The internal stabbity-rip-stab-stab is just the most apparent and the one that causes us both so much trouble."
Xavier, chin still pillowed on crossed arms, murmured, "And often. Hopefully, not so much any more..." He turned his head to look at Vicky. "...What was it that was worrying you so much - I understand now that it wasn't necessarily a fear that I would...mph. I'm actually not sure what you feared was going to happen."
"I was busily disliking myself for fearing things would happen. And I didn't know what you'd think of that aspect of me. Hence my jumpiness and occasional flailing."
Xavier stared at her and then made a spluttering noise. "If you think that was an intolerable amount of jealous - something..."
"I know there are people who are a lot worse."
"Only 'a lot worse'? That's an understatement, if you're indeed referring to the one whom I suspect you are."
"There are multiple candidates but it's like - why in the damn hell am I so worried? There's no reason for me to be. I know this. Logically, I know this. But then my right brain has to elbow me in the head and start spinning out worst case scenarious... Either way. What you were seeing was my being very very aggravated with myself for fretting. Not anger at you. I had no idea how to explain this or if you would believe me if I did."
Xavier tilted and bonked his head lightly on her shoulder.
"I would ask why on earth you'd think thus but that would be extraordinarily hypocritical of me given that I'm prone to similar behaviour."
Vicky had an overpowering urge to kiss the top of his head. "I think we both hold ourselves to unreasonably high standards. For multiple reasons." And really, so did Aurora - Vicky didn't expect her to be perfect or omnipotent. Gods...weren't. And incarnated gods weren't by extension. To expect someone who was doing a constant balancing act between the two disparate parts of her nature to be perfect would be ragingly stupid.
It was just that Aurora seemed to have a lot more grace about fluffing things.
'Seemed' being the operative word.
Vicky didn't wear rose tinted lenses as much as she was stupidly critical of herself.
And - well - maybe the reason the occasional trio-ing worked so well and also flailed so hard at all three points was that similarity.
All of them had unrealistic expectations of themselves that had zap-squee to do with what anyone was really thinking.
"We're not alone with regard to the unrealistic standards..." Xavier started.
Vicky did kiss his head this time. "Yes. I was just thinking about that. I mean, if you were also contemplating someone who is allergic to shoes and a magnet for Rabites."
"I was." A long pause. "That...is somewhat unsettling."
"Well, it was a logical next topic."
Xavier moved a tiny bit closer to Vicky. "...Still. Whether you were aware of my regret or not, I was - Well. An ass. And I apologize for having been such. It's hardly fair for me to accuse everyone around me and apparently ignore my own hand in the disaster."
Vicky put her arm around him. "Thank you. I'm sorry as well..."
"You apologized last night; you needn't do so again." Xavier looked up at her a bit and smiled. "You seem somewhat prone to taking a disproportionate share of responsibility."
"It doesn't bother me." Vicky grinned. "Truth be told, once I apologize I start to feel better, almost right off. That's not to say that I'm insincere, if I wasn't sorry I couldn't say I was... I guess it's that I've admitted I was rude or daft or careless, and now I can move on from that point?"
"You did more than that," Xavier murmured. "You tore yourself to bits."
"Hehh. I guess I sort of lost the plot a little. Usually I'm able to dial back a bit."
Xavier hugged her quite suddenly. Vicky squeaked, but reciprocated, head under his chin.
"You are neither weak nor selfish nor stupid," he said. "Nor any of the other things you accused yourself of being. Or - if you were, so was I. I've no moral high ground..."
"Well, now we know better," said Vicky. "We won't make the same error again, and we'll be able to head one another off at the pass if we see that sort of thing coming again."
"You're very optimistic."
"Some of the time."
"I'm not entirely sure how you remain so."
"Practice," said Vicky, and smiled at him.
She hadn't expected that he'd retaliate by kissing instead of witty-riposte-ing. In retrospect she probably ought to have, as he'd started getting that quirky-lip thing he often did when he was sort of plotting. Ah, well.
When she squirmed into his lap he made a bemused little noise.
"I didn't squash anything vital, did I?" she asked.
"No - that was a good noise."
"Oh, good. I was worried i'd kneed you for a moment."
She wasn't entirely sure which of them started the attempted clothing removals. It may have been mutual. Either way, Xavier had the presence of mind to remember that they were sitting out on the verandah, and rather than entertain anyone who might have potentially walked by, he picked Vicky up and nudged the door open with his foot.
"My teacup is still out there."
"We can retrieve it later," said Xavier, and he murmured this into her ear for the sheer purpose of making her squirm. "There are things in this world that are better than tea, sihaya, and while you may not believe a word of that - "
"I'm skeptical." Vicky ran a hand through his hair and he sort of rumbled. "But I'm interested to hear what you think is better than tea."
"Make-up sex," replied Xavier, and he looked extremely smug when Vicky dissolved into giggles and hand to hang onto his arm to keep from falling over entirely.
"--Okay, I - I'll give you that."
"This time should be, I think, better than the last by far since the argument was worse. It stands to reason that the unpleasantness of the argument is inversely proportional to...the...you know, it's extremely difficult for me to focus on what I am trying to explain when your hands are there."
"I know." Vicky beamed at him, then squeaked as Xavier abruptly pounced on her and imitated an affectionate blanket. "Ack, he retaliates!"
"Yes he does." Xavier was quite focused on unbuttoning Vicky's pajama top. "And he is extremely skilled thus."
"Is he going to demonstrate?"
Xavier's reply was an extremely lechtastic grin, and Vicky would have started laughing all over again if he hadn't pulled her closer and kissed her with considerable enthusiasm.
/less witty repartee and more of this?/
/mwrr/ said Vicky in lieu of an affirmative answer.
***
LOL TBC I am writing the smut as we speak, yo. XD
Fandom: I AM A KUPOP TOURIST IN BIRKS WITH SOCKS XD
Pairing: Fae and Deathbishie. XD
Rating: 14A right now - this is just the first part, they get sillier later.
Warnings: Discussion of shagging, and some kneading, but nothing explicit.
Summary: It's diffcult gtting introverts to talk about some things. But not impossible.
Notes: There are probably typos. Everywhere. AHGAHD. And there will be smut, I'm just not there yet! And 'Shelter from the Storm' is stuck in my head.
***
as time goes on
as the nights pass
little by little
one step at a time
it changes.
and this time, the root of the changes is me. he can make me face the shadow of that tree as he wants, or the demon he longs for his son to be, or (here is the one i think is unintentional and born of his heart more than his want) a hundred thousand years of gnawing, aching loneliness and solitude...but i can change it.
he may plant the seeds of these things but the dreams are mine.
i will leave my fear to my body. my heart is without fear.
and so, little by little, scant millimetres at a time, i can pry back the thorns binding me (this is not real, i am not here), i can free myself from the bonds whether they're steel or spell or something else entirely (as i can in reality - there are benefits to being smallish and being fae), i can remember that this man who stands before me is not the one whom i love, but only the broken shadow of him as called forth by the enraged and grieving shattered heart of a god more bound than he could ever force me to see myself being.
and i do love xavier.
there is no doubt in my mind.
it's myself i fear.
but...
little by little, what fills my heart when i think of him becomes an adoration without fear.
if i were really so unworthy, would sirian--would thanatos be so very insistent on telling me that i wasn't?
if it were only a dalliance, why would he invest so much time and effort in trying to drive a wedge between xavier and me?
if i were weak and this were doomed to failure...why would he care so damned much about dragging me down?
why would he invest so much effort and burn so much of the little power he can call upon if i was of no worth?
there is true fear, and then there is the nebulous fear of things like nightmares. in the waking world you know them to be only a heap of broken images, your inner what-if what-if penny-dreadful stories spinning out onstage in the theatre of your mind. but if you face them night after night, it can wear you down horribly, and the fear starts to bleed from dreading your dreams to dreading that they might come to be.
never mind that prophetic dreams aren't ever that coherent (i can ask jer and confirm this any time). the future is, after all, not ever set.
the gods may be divine, but they are not omniscient or omnipotent, and even if they were as the lord of day and lady of night and gifted with farsight clearer than any other...well, the children of the earth and the children of the aether were born with free will. free will trumps prescience, trumps divine power, overthrows prophecy, decides upon its own path (its own destiny) and sets out for its own desires (its own fate) - and at any time, it can pause. turn. change its mind. find itself a new horizon, and strike out for that.
destiny is mutable.
fate changes with time.
perhaps if people didn't change, it wouldn't be so.
but we do.
***
It took a bit of time for him to approach her, and not only because he wasn't usually up at his time. Xavier wasn't lazy by any means, but he was prone to being nocturnal (much like Vicky) and thus tended not to be awake at 'where the hell is the sun?' o' clock in the morning. Vicky often was, albeit briefly. Like most birds she woke up with the sun; unlike many birds she went back to sleep shortly after.
She'd been drowsing on the verandah with a cup of mint tea when she heard the door open behind her. Then the sound of stirring fabric. Then bare feet on the verandah. The door closing. A breath drawn in slowly and deeply, held, then let out.
"Hi," Vicky said. Then she lost the rest of her sentence by yawning enormously. Bleh. "it's early, for you."
He stood a moment in silence, then padded over and sat down next to her, knees drawn up and chin resting on folded arms.
"You know why I was absent last night?"
"Yes. And I know where you likely were because that was where you needed to be." Vicky blew across the surface of the tea. "You needed to do that for a while I think, just judging by the fact that you're not carrying your shoulders up so close to your ears any longer."
"I was doing so...?"
"Not such that most people would have noticed. But yes. You hold your tension there a ton." Sometimes there was an enormous knot of tension there as a result when she rubbed his back, and he'd make silly noises and sprawl all over as she worked it out.
"...So you are neither angry nor displeased with me?" he asked.
"Mmm." Vicky sipped the tea and closed her eyes. She was so damn spoiled for mint tea because of Aurora's herb garden and Grandma Eirlys's too. Tisane hedonism! "No. I really can't say I am."
"Why?"
Vicky glanced over at him and the utter bafflement on his face almost made her giggle.
(Really, if he didn't trust her or really care for her, he wouldn't utterly drop the masque so much.)
"Why? Well. It's something you had to do. It was weighing on you. I knew that something was even though I wasn't necessarily aware of what, but I knew it had to do with the relationship between the two of you."
"And how was it that you knew?" Now there was a touch of bemusement about him.
"Heartseer," Vicky reminded him, and she smiled. "That, and I sort of know how you are. You act cold and nonchalant to try to convince other people and yourself that you don't really care half as much as others think you ought. You're edgy about admitting to error because you worry that if you do so people will either leave you or try to do lousy things to you - it probably comes of having been the commander of an army of tossers, nits, and tossing nits but I digress...Xavier?"
He was making a funny little noise that it took her a moment to identify as chortling.
"You can go on. I'm hardly offended. Perhaps a bit - exasperated with myself for not having realized I was so transparent..."
"You're not, really, I'm just creepily good at reading people."
"I would hardly describe it as 'creepy'," he said, and the aerial quotes were audible.
"A lot of people have? I know you're not among them and never would be, but - mehh." Vicky set her cup down and sighed. "I wasn't kidding when I said the fear was mine and pretty much completely internalized. None of it's come of anything you did. The abandonment fear, the estrangement-and-never-fitting-in thing, the failure to live up to some expectation that's always unspoken... It's not you causing that. I have no lack of faith in you. I have no lack of trust for you. I believe in you - I'm just completely one hundred percent ass at believing in me."
"In spite of the fact that you act as a very capable mediator, and you have no lack of resourcefulness and compassion? In spite of the fact that you use warding spells in the most tremendously odd ways I've ever seen?"
"Oh, you should have heard the doing-it-wrong lectures I got--"
"From small-minded unimaginative idiots, I dare say."
"Largely," Vicky said, and snerked. "Some people are very nervous about the versatility of traditional spells." A pause. "I've run an enormous tangent here and forgotten there was something you wanted to say to me - or I thought you did. You looked as if you did."
"Oh, I did, and I'm just as guilty of running tangents as you...." Xavier took a deep breath. Then he said, "I apologize. I was more than a bit unreasonable, and I've felt foolish about it and regretted what I said for some time. I was fair to neither you nor Aurora" - he paused and glanced at her, and seeing no reaction went on - "and I'm unsure how to express to you how deeply sorry I am."
"You already have," Vicky blinked at him. "And I knew. Even if you hadn't said anything - "
"...Sihaya, there's absolutely no need to hold back on my account. If you are angry - which you have every right to be - then tell me. I will make amends. I promise."
"Xavier?"
"Yes?"
"...When in heaven's name have I ever held back or for that matter really ever had tact?"
"Er. A valid point."
Vicky set down her teacup and moved a bit closer to Xavier. "I can see you kicking yourself whenever you are. And I'm probably just as open-bookish to you. We have a lot of habits in common, when it comes to being dense. The internal stabbity-rip-stab-stab is just the most apparent and the one that causes us both so much trouble."
Xavier, chin still pillowed on crossed arms, murmured, "And often. Hopefully, not so much any more..." He turned his head to look at Vicky. "...What was it that was worrying you so much - I understand now that it wasn't necessarily a fear that I would...mph. I'm actually not sure what you feared was going to happen."
"I was busily disliking myself for fearing things would happen. And I didn't know what you'd think of that aspect of me. Hence my jumpiness and occasional flailing."
Xavier stared at her and then made a spluttering noise. "If you think that was an intolerable amount of jealous - something..."
"I know there are people who are a lot worse."
"Only 'a lot worse'? That's an understatement, if you're indeed referring to the one whom I suspect you are."
"There are multiple candidates but it's like - why in the damn hell am I so worried? There's no reason for me to be. I know this. Logically, I know this. But then my right brain has to elbow me in the head and start spinning out worst case scenarious... Either way. What you were seeing was my being very very aggravated with myself for fretting. Not anger at you. I had no idea how to explain this or if you would believe me if I did."
Xavier tilted and bonked his head lightly on her shoulder.
"I would ask why on earth you'd think thus but that would be extraordinarily hypocritical of me given that I'm prone to similar behaviour."
Vicky had an overpowering urge to kiss the top of his head. "I think we both hold ourselves to unreasonably high standards. For multiple reasons." And really, so did Aurora - Vicky didn't expect her to be perfect or omnipotent. Gods...weren't. And incarnated gods weren't by extension. To expect someone who was doing a constant balancing act between the two disparate parts of her nature to be perfect would be ragingly stupid.
It was just that Aurora seemed to have a lot more grace about fluffing things.
'Seemed' being the operative word.
Vicky didn't wear rose tinted lenses as much as she was stupidly critical of herself.
And - well - maybe the reason the occasional trio-ing worked so well and also flailed so hard at all three points was that similarity.
All of them had unrealistic expectations of themselves that had zap-squee to do with what anyone was really thinking.
"We're not alone with regard to the unrealistic standards..." Xavier started.
Vicky did kiss his head this time. "Yes. I was just thinking about that. I mean, if you were also contemplating someone who is allergic to shoes and a magnet for Rabites."
"I was." A long pause. "That...is somewhat unsettling."
"Well, it was a logical next topic."
Xavier moved a tiny bit closer to Vicky. "...Still. Whether you were aware of my regret or not, I was - Well. An ass. And I apologize for having been such. It's hardly fair for me to accuse everyone around me and apparently ignore my own hand in the disaster."
Vicky put her arm around him. "Thank you. I'm sorry as well..."
"You apologized last night; you needn't do so again." Xavier looked up at her a bit and smiled. "You seem somewhat prone to taking a disproportionate share of responsibility."
"It doesn't bother me." Vicky grinned. "Truth be told, once I apologize I start to feel better, almost right off. That's not to say that I'm insincere, if I wasn't sorry I couldn't say I was... I guess it's that I've admitted I was rude or daft or careless, and now I can move on from that point?"
"You did more than that," Xavier murmured. "You tore yourself to bits."
"Hehh. I guess I sort of lost the plot a little. Usually I'm able to dial back a bit."
Xavier hugged her quite suddenly. Vicky squeaked, but reciprocated, head under his chin.
"You are neither weak nor selfish nor stupid," he said. "Nor any of the other things you accused yourself of being. Or - if you were, so was I. I've no moral high ground..."
"Well, now we know better," said Vicky. "We won't make the same error again, and we'll be able to head one another off at the pass if we see that sort of thing coming again."
"You're very optimistic."
"Some of the time."
"I'm not entirely sure how you remain so."
"Practice," said Vicky, and smiled at him.
She hadn't expected that he'd retaliate by kissing instead of witty-riposte-ing. In retrospect she probably ought to have, as he'd started getting that quirky-lip thing he often did when he was sort of plotting. Ah, well.
When she squirmed into his lap he made a bemused little noise.
"I didn't squash anything vital, did I?" she asked.
"No - that was a good noise."
"Oh, good. I was worried i'd kneed you for a moment."
She wasn't entirely sure which of them started the attempted clothing removals. It may have been mutual. Either way, Xavier had the presence of mind to remember that they were sitting out on the verandah, and rather than entertain anyone who might have potentially walked by, he picked Vicky up and nudged the door open with his foot.
"My teacup is still out there."
"We can retrieve it later," said Xavier, and he murmured this into her ear for the sheer purpose of making her squirm. "There are things in this world that are better than tea, sihaya, and while you may not believe a word of that - "
"I'm skeptical." Vicky ran a hand through his hair and he sort of rumbled. "But I'm interested to hear what you think is better than tea."
"Make-up sex," replied Xavier, and he looked extremely smug when Vicky dissolved into giggles and hand to hang onto his arm to keep from falling over entirely.
"--Okay, I - I'll give you that."
"This time should be, I think, better than the last by far since the argument was worse. It stands to reason that the unpleasantness of the argument is inversely proportional to...the...you know, it's extremely difficult for me to focus on what I am trying to explain when your hands are there."
"I know." Vicky beamed at him, then squeaked as Xavier abruptly pounced on her and imitated an affectionate blanket. "Ack, he retaliates!"
"Yes he does." Xavier was quite focused on unbuttoning Vicky's pajama top. "And he is extremely skilled thus."
"Is he going to demonstrate?"
Xavier's reply was an extremely lechtastic grin, and Vicky would have started laughing all over again if he hadn't pulled her closer and kissed her with considerable enthusiasm.
/less witty repartee and more of this?/
/mwrr/ said Vicky in lieu of an affirmative answer.
***
LOL TBC I am writing the smut as we speak, yo. XD
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Date: 2010-03-18 05:35 am (UTC)DEATHBISHIE IS ADORABLE WHAT IS THIS.