He laughs. "Your eyes are lovely. But I don't think I'll write bad poetry to them."

"Thank you," she giggles. "Do you want bad poetry?" Pause. "Because you're not getting any, I'm a pretty terrible poet."

"I'm happy without it."

"Good, then that works out." Kiss.

Kiss.

She'd been planning to actually attempt to extract herself to do something that wasn't curling up in bed with Serik all day, but kisses are very compelling.

Aren't they just?

"It is so easy to just get lost in kissing you," murmurs Rivethira.

"If you really want to go do something productive with your day, I can stop."

"See, that's the trouble, now that you've started, I don't want you to stop."

He laughs. "Well, then."

Kiss?

Yes, kiss, of course kiss.

Mmm. Kiss.

He is very good at kissing and for completely unrelated reasons she's sort of melted into his arms, so. There's that.

Melted into his arms is a good way for her to be. He appreciates it very much.

Excellent. Good. She appreciates him very much.

Well then they can spend a while appreciating each other.

"Serik," she - attempts to say, but it comes out more like a whine. "D-do you remember what you - the first thing you said you wanted to do with me. Or. Second. The second thing. Your hands around my throat. Though, you can rip my clothes off, too, that's, that's completely fine."

"I love you," he says. "Do you want me to rip your clothes off and pin you to the bed with my hands around your throat? Because that sounds like an excellent idea to me."

"Mhmm. N-no - actual choking yet? Maybe eventually, but I, I want to make sure I don't have - horrible flashbacks of attempted strangulation, or, or something."

"Of course." Kiss.

Okay good she can be done with that talking thing, excellent. Kiss.

Her wish is, eventually, granted.

She does not have horrible flashbacks of attempted strangulation. That was desperate struggle that launched itself at her out of nowhere and suddenly shoved her into an actual life and death situation. This is - not desperate, but deliberate, thoughtful. Safe. Even as it's a little bit frightening. Maybe some kind of trauma will crop up if he actually starts choking her, but he isn't, and no trauma makes itself apparent.

After, she nuzzles him, shy.

"I feel that went well," she mumbles into his shoulder.

Snuggle.

"I'm glad. You're delightful."