Bella is catching up on emails. It amuses her to agree to play the role of royalty at this random Renaissance faire that had the audacity to ask her if she'd be so kind to guest-star for a day, so she's telling them she'll do it presuming no emergencies come up and they don't give her excessively absurd lines to say.
bellfounding
"Want to wander around a little more or call it a day?"
tearingup
"Mm... I think I'd rather call it a day," he decides. And kisses her again. Perhaps to indicate what sort of a day he'd like to call it.
bellfounding
Bella waves goodbye to the onlookers - many of whom are holding cameras - and away they pop.
To her bedroom. On her bed.
To her bedroom. On her bed.
tearingup
He seems to recall asking once if he can have sex with her in her faire dress! They should try that now.
bellfounding
Bella is inclined to agree. Also inclined to taste like cheesecake.
bellfounding
She is!
Ripper is the most delicious imperial consort. (At least until Cam declares himself an emperor.)
Ripper is the most delicious imperial consort. (At least until Cam declares himself an emperor.)
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