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The capital is boring.
Why is the capital boring? It's the capital! It should have interesting people in it! But noo, everyone she's met so far has been an idiot. Mostly not even an entertaining idiot, just a boring idiot who thinks she should be impressed by their whatever, like, no, in order to impress her you can start by not being an idiot.
On the plus side, the party has free booze, so that's nice.
She has no verbal response to this but the nonverbal response is pretty emphatically positive.
Too impatient for the wind this time, he rides lightning to his room; they move in a disorienting all-at-once flash of heat and light. Then he kisses her again.
He smiles, and kisses her, and puts her down on his bed, and conjures a knife, and pounces. Their clothes dissolve.
"Fast or slow?" he asks, holding the point of the knife to her stomach.
It takes her a couple seconds for her brain to reconfigure itself to answer the question. "...Slow."
So he takes his time, trailing the knife over her body until he finds just the right spot. The point breaks skin, and the knife slides between her ribs with a soft wet tearing sound. Slowly.
"You've got, oh, three or four hours, like that," he says, kissing her forehead and idly playing with the hilt of the knife. "Less if I took the knife out, you'd bleed to death. If you like this enough, next time I'll pick somewhere that hurts more. Still want the rest?"
For several seconds she can do nothing but lie there and breathe, eyes wide.
And then she yanks him down to kiss him.
"I love you," he says, and then he is too busy to say anything further for a while.
Afterward, he pulls out the knife and hands her a bottle of healing water.
She drinks.
"That was intense," she says. "I don't think I wanna do something like that every time. But. Wow. I love you."
He scoops her into his arms and vanishes quite a lot of blood and snuggles her happily.
"You're amazing," he says. "I love how you want it, you're so - I love you so much."
Such cozy snuggle. And even with the healing water, that kind of intensity is draining.
Siva might fall asleep if they're not careful.
Sooo nice. He can wake her up if he needs her to not be sleepily snuggling him. He probably can't extricate himself from this snuggle without either waking her or using magic.
Good.
She will wake up eventually, though.
"...I don't know to be pleased with myself because that was a really great nap or annoyed because I've probably ticked off my sleep cycle," she says wryly.
She kisses him. "Part of me feels like I should go do something productive and part of me feels like I should never, ever leave this cuddle."
"We've got all the time in the world," he points out, nuzzling her playfully.
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