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“Well you are my witness.” She added in to try and strengthen her plan. “Isn’t it treason if they do not believe their king?” Eleanor questioned, but only playfully and for the sake to follow her plan. It did feel good to know that her plan seemed to be realistic and believable. Hopefully the feeling of water will help wash away any flush that remained on her face.

“You aren’t? Oh thank goodness.” Eleanor let out a sigh of relief then, because it had been a serious worry of hers. All these words came out of him with such ease, maybe because he has had the experience. There were moments she found opportunity to compliment, but he seemed to be able to do it within the blink of an eye whenever needed.

“I hope I haven’t drunk myself sick.” She commented, as that would not be a romantic way to go about their first week married. The food arranged seemed like a fair selection, enough to keep her steady. “Please remind me to ask for some tea when we return.” A safe and easy remedy. The picture of her lying in bed with him, drinking the tea, did give her a sense of comfort and safety.

Eleanor listened carefully to him while she ate, she glanced briefly to him and noticed that small change in his jaw as he spoke. "If I were them, I would want the new queen to like me, to make her more biased in anything I need to propose to you." She stated simply between her bites. "You would think they would all try to get me on their side so they can use me to convince you of anything." It certainly was manipulative, but it made sense to her. "But I guess I am enjoying this advisor-free time, especially after all of these weeks of preparation."

Oscar’s lips quirked at her half-serious suggestion about only getting her skirt wet. The mental image of her, skirts floating in the lake while she feigned a harmless slip for the sake of an alibi, was amusing enough to make his chest rumble with quiet laughter. “Just the skirt, hm? I’m sure the staff will believe that. And if they don’t… well, the queen never lies, does she?” His tone was light, but the way his eyes lingered on her said he found her playful scheming entirely endearing.

Her protest about the pedestal only made him grin more, though he caught the faint guilt in her voice. Reaching across, he brushed his knuckles against her arm, an idle gesture on the surface, but deliberate in its warmth. “I know my words might make you feel like you have to return the favour,” he admitted, voice low and steady. “But I’m not expecting that, and I’m certainly not keeping score."

When she groaned at him, repeating “Eleanor: The Drunk,” he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped. “Oh, the horror. Your people might think their queen actually enjoys herself now and then.” His brows lifted with mock gravity, as if the thought alone would send the court into shock. But under the humour was a silent vow—no one would make light of her in his presence without answering to him.

Her next confession gave him pause. The blunt honesty in her voice—about going from untouched to married, from no courtship to this sudden rush of intimacy—hit him harder than she might realize. He caught himself watching her more closely, the way her gaze stayed on the meal as if to ground herself. “Strange dream or not, I’m not in any hurry to wake you from it,” he murmured. When he leaned in and kissed her, it wasn’t a passing thing—it lingered, slow and certain, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of her neck. He felt her lean in, sensed that same temptation to let the moment spiral, until her stomach’s protest broke the spell and pulled a smirk from him.

With a quiet, reluctant smile, he leaned back. “Alright… I’ll let you feed that poor grumbling stomach of yours before you drown it in more wine,” he said, conceding the moment to her hunger.

Settling back with a piece of bread in hand, he tore off a bite, eyes still fixed on her. "For the record, I’m not keeping you from my meetings to keep you away, I just want you to settle in first. When you feel ready, I’ll bring you. But until then…” His jaw ticked almost imperceptibly as he thought of the advisors. “They’ve been far too blunt lately. Not careful with their words. And if I’m protective, it’s because I’d rather ease you into that chaos than throw you straight into the middle of it.”

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Eleanor eyed the lake at her husband's encouragement. "Maybe I will only get my skirt wet." She suggested, trying to think through her master plan to convince the palace that she only looked like this and was bruised because of a slip in the water--nothing more.

"Well, it still feels like you are placing me on a pedestal with all of these compliments." It even made her feel slightly guilty. She was sure he was outnumbering her by far with the compliments given. While she has had moments and given him compliments, they felt to be few in comparison to what she received.

The young queen shook her head upon hearing him repeat the title. "Oh, please do not repeat that. The moment your people discover how much of a lightweight I am...I am sure to be done for." Perhaps that was an overexaggeration of what the possible reaction would be, but she's sure catching a young queen drunk fairly early would not do much good.

"It is a bit jarring." She said truthfully, her eyes focused on the meal as she spoke. "A week ago, I had never had sex or courted anyone. Now here I am having been intimate with you multiple times--including multiple times within a day-- and having a husband. Part of this feels as if it is some odd dream." Eleanor leaned into the soft kiss, nearly tempted to push it further, but the growl of her stomach helped prevent that.

"Well, eventually you'll have to take them off, unless you plan to drag me to your meetings." She teased in return.

"Oh, I would not mind soaking these clothes if it helps with the alibi." She added, though she's sure some staff would mind if she had these garments in lake water. However, she was the queen, so she did not need permission to do things, right? "Well, I guess that is true... but I still would want this to stay between the two of us." Because heaven forbid if a freshly married couple wanted to be handsy in private.

"It's all still...very new." Eleanor thought carefully for a moment to try and further explain her perspective. "I guess one can never be alone in a palace...but in some ways I was. I have no siblings, and I never courted anyone. I had some friends who visited every now and then...but nothing similar to a partner." She was almost sure this was her first official partnership--even in a platonic sense.

She looked down at the hand that was brought to his lips, blushing and playfully rolling her eyes at his words. "You do not need to put me on to a pedestal so much, you know." She commented, it still was slightly jarring for her to receive so many compliments like these.

"Good." Eleanor stated with pride and a smug look on her face. "Now you understand how I felt last night with your teasing." Part of her was surprised that she did manage to get him to react just from her hand moving across him shortly. She soon reached into the basket to take what food had seemed to be familiar to her.

"Hopefully this food will help me sober up..." She attempted to make light then. "I do not want to stumble into the castle. Internally, a goal of mine is to not get to that level in your castle for at least a month. Or else they will probably call me 'Eleanor: The Drunk'." Now she thought how she must have sounded just then, she quickly pulled focus away from her food and back to him. "Oh, but I am not, I can assure you. I drink at meals, but only ever really drink like that at certain parties." Those parties, of which, end with her in some secluded space with one of her flings.

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"Oh, I would not mind soaking these clothes if it helps with the alibi." She added, though she's sure some staff would mind if she had these garments in lake water. However, she was the queen, so she did not need permission to do things, right? "Well, I guess that is true... but I still would want this to stay between the two of us." Because heaven forbid if a freshly married couple wanted to be handsy in private.

"It's all still...very new." Eleanor thought carefully for a moment to try and further explain her perspective. "I guess one can never be alone in a palace...but in some ways I was. I have no siblings, and I never courted anyone. I had some friends who visited every now and then...but nothing similar to a partner." She was almost sure this was her first official partnership--even in a platonic sense.

She looked down at the hand that was brought to his lips, blushing and playfully rolling her eyes at his words. "You do not need to put me on to a pedestal so much, you know." She commented, it still was slightly jarring for her to receive so many compliments like these.

"Good." Eleanor stated with pride and a smug look on her face. "Now you understand how I felt last night with your teasing." Part of her was surprised that she did manage to get him to react just from her hand moving across him shortly. She soon reached into the basket to take what food had seemed to be familiar to her.

"Hopefully this food will help me sober up..." She attempted to make light then. "I do not want to stumble into the castle. Internally, a goal of mine is to not get to that level in your castle for at least a month. Or else they will probably call me 'Eleanor: The Drunk'." Now she thought how she must have sounded just then, she quickly pulled focus away from her food and back to him. "Oh, but I am not, I can assure you. I drink at meals, but only ever really drink like that at certain parties." Those parties, of which, end with her in some secluded space with one of her flings.

Oscar saw the flush creep into Eleanor’s cheeks the moment she connected his meaning. She glanced toward the lake, grasping for an alibi, and he nearly smiled at her innocence. “You could say you fell in,” he offered, amusement warm in his voice, “but you don’t look soaked.” His gaze dropped to the delicate swell of her chest, rising gently with each breath. “You look like a woman who’s just been thoroughly enjoyed.” She looked away, flustered, eyes locking on his bare chest and Oscar took quiet satisfaction in the way she couldn’t help but stare.

When she joked about his advisors' disapproval, he chuckled low. “Let them grumble,” he said. “They’ve had their turn. I’ll spend mine out here with you.” Her comment about keeping pace only made him more certain this marriage wouldn’t be defined by what others expected, but by what they made of it together. And if her stubbornness came back in full force, so be it. He liked her better when she challenged things.

She spoke of the horses next, brushing off his offer to help her adjust. He didn’t push, just filed it away. She’d spent her life on marked trails and cleared paths; freedom wasn’t something she’d been taught to manage. “You don’t have to do it all alone,” he said quietly, letting her take his hand. “Not with me.”

The shift in her voice came with something heavier. She hadn’t been warned about the pain of consummation until a week before the wedding. No time to prepare, no space to explore. It stirred something fierce in him, protective and frustrated. Of course, they’d given her a calendar and not a conversation. She laughed nervously, half-joking about how scandalous it would’ve been to lose her virginity to someone else right before they wed. But he knew now, she’d walked into this blindly and bravely.

When she admitted she was glad he had experience, Oscar brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “If I’d waited and only had one night with you, it would’ve driven me mad,” he murmured. “But I still would’ve done it. You’re worth every second of waiting.” He meant it. And when she teased about “other things” they could still do, he gave her a wicked grin. “There are plenty more to explore,” he said, eyes burning with promise.

She sat up then, shifting the mood with a casual mention of food, but the tease didn’t stop, her hand sliding down his chest just long enough to ignite something again before retreating. He groaned. “That was cruel,” he muttered, lips twitching. But as they turned toward the basket of untouched food, he stole glances at her, hair mussed, lips kissed pink, skin warm from their closeness, and all he could feel was peace. And hunger. For her.

[oneinnocentprincess]

›        FIRST   TOUCH   PROMPTS       →     receiver   to   sender   (pt.   2)    …   espionage   /   spy   /   romance   inspired.

brushing     hair     behind     their     ear

hands     grazing     while     reaching     for     the     same     object

catching     them     by     the     waist

sliding   a   hand   over   their   holster   while   checking   for   weapons

tending   to   a   gunshot   wound   in   silence

brushing   fingers   over   their   pulse   to   check   they’re   alive

pinning   them   against   the   wall   to   keep   quiet

wiping   blood   or   sweat   from   their   brow

gripping   their   hand   tight   during   an   interrogation

pulling   them   behind   cover   with   a   firm   grasp

lifting   their   chin   to   check   for   signs   of   life

steadying   them   after   a   sudden   explosion   or   attack

wrapping   a   scarf   or   cloth   around   their   neck   for   disguise

touching   their   lips   to   silence   them

brushing   past   them   in   disguise,   pretending   not   to   know   them

adjusting   their   cufflink   or   watch   mid-mission

helping   them   out   of   a   tactical   vest

gripping   their   wrist   before   they   walk   into   danger

holding   their   face   after   a   close   call

brushing   dirt   or   ash   from   their   cheek   gently

sneaking   a   hand   under   the   table   to   reassure

linking   arms   to   pass   as   a   couple

tracing   a   fresh   scar   with   careful   fingers

pulling   them   close   while   hiding   in   shadows

fixing   their   earpiece,   lips   inches   apart

pushing   hair   away   to   whisper   a   secret

pressing   a   hand   to   their   chest   to   feel   their   heartbeat

zipping   up   their   suit   slowly,   lingering   at   the   collar

wiping   a   cut   on   their   cheek   with   a   thumb

lacing   fingers   together   before   parting   ways

touching   their   face   to   make   sure   they���re   real

grabbing   the   back   of   their   shirt   to   stop   them

brushing   a   hidden   note   into   their   hand

tapping   their   knee   under   the   table   for   reassurance

laying   a   head   on   their   shoulder   after   a   long   mission

cupping   their   jaw   while   patching   them   up

gripping   their   coat   lapel   to   make   a   point

letting   their   fingers   linger   after   handing   over   intel

holding   their   gaze   while   adjusting   their   glasses

brushing   off   shards   of   glass   from   their   back

wrapping   arms   around   them   after   a   near-death   moment

trailing   fingers   down   their   spine   to   check   for   wounds

sliding   their   hand   over   theirs   in   a   tense   car   ride

resting   a   hand   on   their   thigh   mid-interrogation

pulling   a   splinter   or   wire   from   their   skin

grazing   their   fingers   while   sharing   a   burner   phone

tilting   their   chin   up   with   two   fingers   to   meet   their   eyes

tugging   gently   on   their   jacket   to   stop   them   from   leaving

laying   a   hand   over   their   heart   after   a   confession

smoothing   their   collar   after   a   close   encounter

letting   their   fingers   linger   on   a   fresh   bruise

catching   their   wrist   as   they   reach   for   their   gun

leaning   forehead   to   forehead   behind   enemy   lines

pressing   a   palm   to   their   back   before   a   mission

brushing   off   flecks   of   blood   after   a   takedown

squeezing   their   hand   before   going   separate   ways

resting   a   palm   on   their   chest   during   a   rare   moment   of   quiet

helping   them   out   of   a   disguise,   brushing   hands   often

letting   their   hand   hover   before   finally   touching

[oneinnocentprincess]

Lemme be your princess ❤️‍🩹

[oneinnocentprincess]

𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝  ,  𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡  𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  .     ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚        a  series  of  romantic  gesture  prompts  inspired  by  historical  fiction,  period  dramas,  classic  fairytales,  poetry,  and  more.  will  likely  be  updated  in  the  future,  so  please  do  not  add  onto  this.

[   HAND   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  hand.

[   COURTESY   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  hand.

[   KNUCKLES   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  knuckles.

[   AFFECTION   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  knuckles.

[   TENDER   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  forehead/temple.

[   CARE   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  forehead/temple.

[   LIPS   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver  on  the  mouth.

[   SEALED   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender  on  the  mouth.

[   HUG   ]     ,     sender  hugs  receiver  close.

[   EMBRACE   ]     ,     receiver  hugs  sender  close.

[   KNEEL   ]     ,     sender  gets  down  on  one  knee.

[   REVERENCE   ]     ,     receiver  gets  down  on  one  knee.

[   OFFER   ]     ,     sender  offers  their  arm  for  receiver  to  join  them  somewhere.

[   JOIN   ]     ,     receiver  offers  their  arm  for  sender  to  join  them  somewhere.

[   ENVELOPE   ]     ,     sender  writes  receiver  a  love  letter.

[   LETTER   ]     ,     receiver  writes  sender  a  love  letter.

[   FLOWERS   ]     ,     sender  gifts  receiver  flowers.

[   BOUQUET   ]     ,     receiver  gifts  sender  flowers.

[   DANCE   ]     ,     sender  asks  receiver  to  dance.

[   WALTZ   ]     ,     receiver  asks  sender  to  dance

[   SILENCE   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  enjoy  a  quiet  moment  together  without  conversation.

[   READ   ]     ,     sender  reads  to  receiver.

[   STORY   ]     ,     receiver  reads  to  sender.

[   CARRY   ]     ,     sender  carries  receiver  in  their  arms.

[   LIFT   ]     ,   receiver  carries  sender  in  their  arms.

[   HUG   ]     ,     sender  hugs  receiver  close. 

[   INTERLOCKED   ]     ,     sender  holds  receiver's  hand.

[   INTERWOVEN   ]     ,     receiver  holds  sender's  hand.

[   GENTLE   ]     ,     sender  holds  receiver's  face  in  their  hands.

[   CRADLE   ]     ,     receiver  holds  sender's  face  in  their  hands.

[   CONVERSE   ]     ,     sender  has  an  intimate  conversation  with  receiver.

[   SHARE   ]     ,     receiver  has  an  intimate  conversation  with  sender.

[   COOK   ]     ,     sender  cooks  a  meal  for  receiver.

[   CHEF   ]     ,     receiver  cooks  a  meal  for  sender.

[   POEM   ]     ,     sender  writes  a  poem  for  receiver.

[   ODE   ]     ,     receiver  writes  a  poem  for  sender.

[   GIFT   ]     ,     sender  gives  receiver  a  gift  (  specify  ).

[   PRESENT   ]     ,     receiver  gives  receiver  a  gift  (  specify  ).

[   HOLD   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  cuddle  together.

[   BACK   ]     ,     sender  gives  receiver  a  back  rub.

[   MASSAGE   ]     ,   receiver  gives  sender  a  back  rub.

[   ASSIST   ]     ,     sender  helps  receiver  put  on  a  piece  of  clothing  or  jewellery. 

[   HELP   ]     ,     receiver  helps  sender  put  on  a  piece  of  clothing  or  jewellery. 

[   RAINFALL   ]     ,     sender  kisses  and/or  dances  with  receiver  in  the  rain.

[   DOWNPOUR   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  and/or  dances  with  sender  in  the  rain.

[   BASKET   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  share  a  private  picnic.

[   WORSHIP   ]     ,     sender  kisses  and/or  touches  receiver's  body  with  reverence.

[   DEVOTION   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  and/or  touches  sender's  body  with  reverence.

[   ALTAR   ]     ,     sender  watches  receiver  walk  down  the  aisle  towards  them.

[   AISLE   ]     ,     receiver  watches  sender  as  they  walk  down  the  aisle  towards  them.

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[oneinnocentprincess]

Losing Virginity/First Time Starters

“It’s alright, it won’t hurt.” 

“Tell me if it hurts.”

“Please, be gentle.” 

“I promise I’ll be gentle.” 

“It’s my first time.” 

“Have you ever done that before?” 

“I have never done that before.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Please, wait, I’m a virgin.” 

“I want to be your first.” 

“I want you to be my first.” 

[oneinnocentprincess]

MARISA RAMIREZ & PETER MENSAH as MELITTA & OENOMAUS / "DOCTORE" in SPARTACUS: GODS OF THE ARENA (2011)

romantic + ship dynamics: 4 / ?

[oneinnocentprincess]

Eleanor was turning slightly red when he explained further of what he meant. “So the entire staff is going to know exactly what we did out here?” There was some embarrassment she felt behind it. She liked that they were in a place that felt risky, but in reality had no risks. Now it sounded like that did not even matter. Her eyes then glanced over to the lake. “Maybe I could say I fell into the lake? And we can say that’s why we look so disoriented.” Her mind kept searching for excuses as if she was not allowed to have sex with her husband.

Her eyes went directly to his chest, watching his hand move along. “Your advisors are going to have it out for me.” She joked. “Especially if we continue at the rate we are going.”

His offer did mean a lot to her, but she hesitated to accept it. “I can learn to adjust.” Her stubbornness began to shine back through. “Besides, I am not sure if my horses can handle terrain like this. I only ever went on rides on clearly marked paths that someone else would check prior to be sure there were no obstacles.” Eleanor was used to a lot of hand holding.

She deeply appreciated the way he held his hand in hers, the small yet comforting action. “I was not warned about how it could hurt until maybe a week before the wedding. Even if I wanted to somehow prepare, I had absolutely no time to.” Eleanor explained. “And I think it would be the scandal of the century if I lost my virginity to someone else a week before we wed.” Not that she would have told others but…she has discovered how loud she can be so it would not take much at all for rumors to spread if she had been with someone.

“I am glad you have experience—for several reasons. Though mainly for the fact if you had waited, I’m sure it would be hell on earth for us to be intimate once and then suddenly no more for you.” She said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “I am also glad there’s still other things we can do at least.” She did not have to specify as it was quite obvious as to what she was referring to.

“We should probably eat, that did work up an appetite for me at the very least.” Eleanor said sitting herself up. “It also would look awfully suspicious if we went out for a picnic and ended up not eating the food.” She added, before placing a hand on his chest before slowly sliding it down…to then draw it back. “Eating will also help me keep my hands off of you.”

Eleanor laid back and watched the man get to work. She thought the both of them were just fine how they were, sure they might have looked a little disoriented but it would have matched with the story she conjured up. However, it seemed that he did not mind at all to take a moment to clean himself a bit further.

“Really?” She asked genuinely surprised to hear what he’s pointed out. “People can tell that? Just from my face? Do I have make up smudged? Is that why?” It did not click to her what sort of glow she could emulate outside of her smudged make up or the beads up sweat from their intimate moment. Her eyes were constantly glancing now to his full exposed chest.

“Well you might have to start cancelling meetings then…” she flirted to him then, the wine still being fresh in her system as she looked over to him. “And I will need to practice getting on that saddle.” Eleanor mentioned glancing over to her horse then. “If I had anticipated we were going to end up like this, I would not have worn as many layers either.” She brought up, she’s not entirely sure if she could handle being nude out here despite the acts they just performed, but few less clothing may have made things easier.

For a moment she rested in small silence, still processing all they did and how quickly this picnic escalated. Her mind kept on trailing back to the new actions he had done to her until finally she brought it up. “I do not understand though…” Her tone shifting then in to a more serious one. “All those ways you have found to please me and yet…the one that is necessary is the one that hurts…” It still frustrated her, she could have all this fun with him and could consider it sex but she’s sure the advisors would not consider it as such. “Though I guess to be fair, you were on a fine line with your fingers…I would have stopped you if you even attempted to add a third.” Two felt more than enough to her, but she knew eventually she was going to have to adjust.

[oneinnocentprincess]

Eleanor laid back and watched the man get to work. She thought the both of them were just fine how they were, sure they might have looked a little disoriented but it would have matched with the story she conjured up. However, it seemed that he did not mind at all to take a moment to clean himself a bit further.

“Really?” She asked genuinely surprised to hear what he’s pointed out. “People can tell that? Just from my face? Do I have make up smudged? Is that why?” It did not click to her what sort of glow she could emulate outside of her smudged make up or the beads up sweat from their intimate moment. Her eyes were constantly glancing now to his full exposed chest.

“Well you might have to start cancelling meetings then…” she flirted to him then, the wine still being fresh in her system as she looked over to him. “And I will need to practice getting on that saddle.” Eleanor mentioned glancing over to her horse then. “If I had anticipated we were going to end up like this, I would not have worn as many layers either.” She brought up, she’s not entirely sure if she could handle being nude out here despite the acts they just performed, but few less clothing may have made things easier.

For a moment she rested in small silence, still processing all they did and how quickly this picnic escalated. Her mind kept on trailing back to the new actions he had done to her until finally she brought it up. “I do not understand though…” Her tone shifting then in to a more serious one. “All those ways you have found to please me and yet…the one that is necessary is the one that hurts…” It still frustrated her, she could have all this fun with him and could consider it sex but she’s sure the advisors would not consider it as such. “Though I guess to be fair, you were on a fine line with your fingers…I would have stopped you if you even attempted to add a third.” Two felt more than enough to her, but she knew eventually she was going to have to adjust.

It was fun being able to tease back and forth with him. It helped take any edge off. Still, she was not sure how much of this teasing she could do sober. This felt to be a good trial run to test the waters. Maybe she could work up the courage to do it again later without the assistance of alcohol, because he clearly also enjoyed those teasing words.

Her face had turned red when he got close to her ear. The feeling of his lips against it almost made her squirm, such a new area that she felt damn near ticklish of. A small laugh had escaped but she nodded to what he said, accepting his offer to show her a few things from the book.

His comment of enjoying watching her tugged her heart. Such an oddly simple thing admist all the heavy action happen for him to appreciate, it made the redness in her face return.

Eleanor also kept the kids between them gentle. She wanted to try some moves again to try and get more reactions from him, but she was far too distracted. It felt like it was compliment after another from him. “I can try to curse more, if you’d like.” She offered then.

She damn near forgot that he had not even reached his peak yet. Eleanor had been so focused on other things she forgot one major step to this all, but she could tell he was close from the way he was rushing himself free of his pants. She wanted to help, but god she could hardly move anything in her body currently. The most she managed to move were her hands, she let him have his space as he clearly was on a mission, but she simply rested her hands to the sides of his hips.

Her eyes rested on him, studying how his body moved and reacted. Taking note of how he moved his hand so that she could do something similar for him in the future. It was attractive just watching him do this all himself. She took a moment to move one hand away to reach for her cup, to have a few more sips of her drink before resting it back on the ground.

Eleanor watched intently as he came. Looking at each rope of cum decorate his stomach while his chest heaved. Staying silent as he collected himself, as she knew his mind must have been as foggy as hers was in those moments after an orgasm. She did want to offer to help clean up, but this seemed to be normal for him and had the job done quick. “I guess it’s a bit more difficult for a man to collect himself, than a woman.” She presumed watching him. “You could probably make me…” still she refrained from crude language. “With all my clothes on and no one would notice—well, that is if I could somehow not be the loudest person ever.” She joked.

“Well we can say you were running after me.” She pitched before quickly adding. “Oh! And that’s when I can say I fell. I was running around the lake, slipped and fell, and you had to got up to ran to me because you were concerned for me.” It felt like a full proof plan to her. She then shifted and leaned herself down on top of him, immediately going for a small kiss against his lips. “I forgot to mention to you how alcohol makes me a bit…well you saw.”

[oneinnocentprincess]

CARING FOR THE SICK PROMPTS.

i found this list and kinda fed into it each time i got the flu or a migraine, and u know what, it's just me revealing just how much i love the caring threads and the soft threads and the fondly exasperated "let me help you" threads! use at your pleasure, DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST NOR EDIT IT! i will be changing it accordingly!

" i found you passed out in the kitchen. you wanna stop working yourself so hard? or do i need to keep hitting the gym to carry you to bed every day? "

" you're burning up. "

" your neighbour called me and said you could use a nurse. looks like they were right, too. "

" you were told to take it easy, so... yeah. this is kinda on you. "

" you took a sick day. you NEVER take a sick day. so yeah, i got worried, and i figured i'd come over and keep an eye on you. "

" you texted me a long and incoherent text that held about 90% of the emoji list and about four different languages. figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by and see how you were doing. "

" how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "

" you look like hell. "

" i brought you some soup; let me heat some up for you? "

" okay. it's time you went to the hospital. "

" hey… hello there, sleeping beauty. you gave me a bit of a scare yesterday. how are you feeling? "

" i swear, if you even think of getting out of that bed… "

" you know when i said to call if it's an emergency? a fever is most DEFINITELY considered an emergency! "

" if you think you're going to work like this, you better think again. "

" don't worry. my family swears by this remedy; just let it work its magic and you'll feel good as new in no time. "

" I don't care about getting sick. i'm not leaving you until you're back to full health. "

" you didn't stop to think that this might happen when you're burning the candle at both ends? "

" yeah, I can play the role of nurse AND say "I told you so" at the same time, actually. "

" you better drink every last drop of this tea, no matter how disgusting it is. "

" i told my boss it was an emergency so they've given me a full week to look after you. "

" quit being so stubborn and get into BED! "

" what part of doctor's orders hasn't sunk in yet? bed rest! for the WEEK! "

" right, where do you keep your saucepans? i'm going to make you my famous noodle soup. it's a cure-all, i'm telling you! "

" hey, unless you're going to the bathroom or the sofa, I don't want to see you out of that bed. got it? "

" when are you gonna start letting people look after you, huh? "

" i know, i know, i turned off all the lights once i figured you had the migraine. you want some tea? water? "

" don't be mad, but i saw your fridge, and... it frightened me. so i've taken you back to my place, and i'm gonna get deliveroo to bring some groceries to your place tomorrow. okay? "

" i know your appetite is a little off, so i ordered in a whole tonne of options. just try a little bit of something, please? for me? "

" i've brought half a pharmacy, enough movies and boardgames to last us a decade, and every single snack i could fit into the basket at the grocery store. so sit your butt down, eat your soup, and try and make the most of your bed rest for the next week, will you? "

ACTION PROMPTS ( SEND THE FULL LINE! and feel free to reverse if u wish! ):

[ TOUCH ]: sender gently rests a hand against the receiver's forehead to check their temperature.

[ DAMP ]: sender presses a cool cloth against the receiver's face, neck and forehead to try and lower their fever.

[ BLANKET ]: sender wraps another blanket around the receiver to try and stop them from shivering.

[ SPOON ]: sender gently coaxes spoons of soup into the receiver's mouth to build up their strength after an illness.

[ CARRY ]: sender, finding the receiver weakened/unconscious on the floor, immediately lifts them up and carries them back to bed.

[ AROUND ]: sender keeps a protective arm around the receiver to help them walk without the risk of stumbling or collapsing.

[ STAY ]: sender decides to stay by the receiver's bedside after learning that they're sick.

[ HAIR ]: sender smooths back the receiver's hair in a soothing gesture to try and help them go back to sleep.

[ TILT ]: sender tips a bottle of water up for the receiver to sip from.

[ HUM ]: sender hums/sings to soothe a sick receiver back to sleep.

[ BACK ]: sender gently rubs the receiver's back, either to soothe them or warm them while they're unwell.

[ SHARE ]: sender climbs into the receiver's sickbed with them, wrapping their arms around them to offer warmth and comfort.

[ SHOWER ]: sender, learning the receiver has a high fever, takes a cold shower with them in order to lower their temperature.

[ WAKEN ]: the receiver wakes up in bed, having been found unconscious by the sender and carried into the bed from the floor.

[ QUARANTINE ]: the sender and receiver, both being sick, decide to quarantine together and spend the recovery period with each other.

[oneinnocentprincess]

It was fun being able to tease back and forth with him. It helped take any edge off. Still, she was not sure how much of this teasing she could do sober. This felt to be a good trial run to test the waters. Maybe she could work up the courage to do it again later without the assistance of alcohol, because he clearly also enjoyed those teasing words.

Her face had turned red when he got close to her ear. The feeling of his lips against it almost made her squirm, such a new area that she felt damn near ticklish of. A small laugh had escaped but she nodded to what he said, accepting his offer to show her a few things from the book.

His comment of enjoying watching her tugged her heart. Such an oddly simple thing admist all the heavy action happen for him to appreciate, it made the redness in her face return.

Eleanor also kept the kids between them gentle. She wanted to try some moves again to try and get more reactions from him, but she was far too distracted. It felt like it was compliment after another from him. “I can try to curse more, if you’d like.” She offered then.

She damn near forgot that he had not even reached his peak yet. Eleanor had been so focused on other things she forgot one major step to this all, but she could tell he was close from the way he was rushing himself free of his pants. She wanted to help, but god she could hardly move anything in her body currently. The most she managed to move were her hands, she let him have his space as he clearly was on a mission, but she simply rested her hands to the sides of his hips.

Her eyes rested on him, studying how his body moved and reacted. Taking note of how he moved his hand so that she could do something similar for him in the future. It was attractive just watching him do this all himself. She took a moment to move one hand away to reach for her cup, to have a few more sips of her drink before resting it back on the ground.

Eleanor watched intently as he came. Looking at each rope of cum decorate his stomach while his chest heaved. Staying silent as he collected himself, as she knew his mind must have been as foggy as hers was in those moments after an orgasm. She did want to offer to help clean up, but this seemed to be normal for him and had the job done quick. “I guess it’s a bit more difficult for a man to collect himself, than a woman.” She presumed watching him. “You could probably make me…” still she refrained from crude language. “With all my clothes on and no one would notice—well, that is if I could somehow not be the loudest person ever.” She joked.

“Well we can say you were running after me.” She pitched before quickly adding. “Oh! And that’s when I can say I fell. I was running around the lake, slipped and fell, and you had to got up to ran to me because you were concerned for me.” It felt like a full proof plan to her. She then shifted and leaned herself down on top of him, immediately going for a small kiss against his lips. “I forgot to mention to you how alcohol makes me a bit…well you saw.”

“I must admit, the chart is impressive.” She guessed for a doctor of that speciality it maybe was not all that impressive but it did amaze her how granular it would get. Though she was slightly skeptical given some of the ways they had been preparing her for this, a lot of it sounded more like wives tales than actual proven knowledge. One woman had mentioned to her how certain positions guarantees a certain sex of the baby, Eleanor could not recall what but she assumed laying on her back must be for a boy, shouldn’t it?

Eleanor briefly glanced up to him at the unexpected words. For a short moment, worried that maybe she had done something wrong or gone too far. It quickly clicked to her that in reality she was doing things just perfect. “Oh I can stop doing that if that is what you would want.” She teased, her chest full of confidence in pride.

She did gasp a little at the unique place he placed his lips at. “I’d love to test a few.” It sounded exciting to her, but there was so much happening in the moment that she was unsure now would be a decent time to test the waters of a few things. “You might need to point me to a few pages first…” She teased back at him, welcoming the idea.

Her once even hip movements began to buckle. She wanted to speak up about how everything he did while touching her was more than enough, that there was no list he needed to maintain for her. He touched her body like an expert already. “Fuck…” Eleanor continued to curse with her moans. His words so encouraging yet so teasing made her face redden. While she still had the confidence of alcohol on her side, she still could not imagine saying the things he said to her so easily. She hitched a breath when she felt his finger slip inside of her, her hands tugging harder at his shirt then as if a substitution for bed sheets. While certainly not the size of his cock, it still was much larger than her own fingers making it feel still new to her. Yet instinctively, her hips followed along. Moving carefully against his finger, avoiding areas where she felt sore and going in a more gentler motion. “Please, Oscar…” She gasped out, her moans getting louder as his second finger entered her, all while his thumb going in the most perfect motion as possible. She kept on cursing out loud, completely forgetting the fact they were out in nature currently. That had slipped her mind awhile ago. Eleanor was far too focused on him to remember where she currently was and what even brought the two of them here. It did not take her long at all to hit her peak, she almost felt like they were just beginning but clearly that was more than enough for her. Her hips quickened and more unrhythmetically as she did so. Pushing herself against him before completely letting herself go.

“Oscar, I—“ she could not even manage to finish what she was going to say before she felt the wave of pleasure go through her. Immediately feeling the tremble of her thighs as she remained straddling him, feeling his hand only getting more wet from him. She felt like a complete fucking mess. She attempted briefly to try and ride it out with a movement of her hips, but it was difficult to focus on moving. Eleanor heaved and planted a few messy kisses along his chin. “Fuck, Oscar…” she mumbled to him slowly coming to her senses but not ready yet to move off of him as she could still feel her body pulsating. “You’re going to have to tell them I ran around the whole lake when we get back.” She managed to joke out with a small out of breath laugh. How else was she going to explain how she must currently look?

[oneinnocentprincess]

“I must admit, the chart is impressive.” She guessed for a doctor of that speciality it maybe was not all that impressive but it did amaze her how granular it would get. Though she was slightly skeptical given some of the ways they had been preparing her for this, a lot of it sounded more like wives tales than actual proven knowledge. One woman had mentioned to her how certain positions guarantees a certain sex of the baby, Eleanor could not recall what but she assumed laying on her back must be for a boy, shouldn’t it?

Eleanor briefly glanced up to him at the unexpected words. For a short moment, worried that maybe she had done something wrong or gone too far. It quickly clicked to her that in reality she was doing things just perfect. “Oh I can stop doing that if that is what you would want.” She teased, her chest full of confidence in pride.

She did gasp a little at the unique place he placed his lips at. “I’d love to test a few.” It sounded exciting to her, but there was so much happening in the moment that she was unsure now would be a decent time to test the waters of a few things. “You might need to point me to a few pages first…” She teased back at him, welcoming the idea.

Her once even hip movements began to buckle. She wanted to speak up about how everything he did while touching her was more than enough, that there was no list he needed to maintain for her. He touched her body like an expert already. “Fuck…” Eleanor continued to curse with her moans. His words so encouraging yet so teasing made her face redden. While she still had the confidence of alcohol on her side, she still could not imagine saying the things he said to her so easily. She hitched a breath when she felt his finger slip inside of her, her hands tugging harder at his shirt then as if a substitution for bed sheets. While certainly not the size of his cock, it still was much larger than her own fingers making it feel still new to her. Yet instinctively, her hips followed along. Moving carefully against his finger, avoiding areas where she felt sore and going in a more gentler motion. “Please, Oscar…” She gasped out, her moans getting louder as his second finger entered her, all while his thumb going in the most perfect motion as possible. She kept on cursing out loud, completely forgetting the fact they were out in nature currently. That had slipped her mind awhile ago. Eleanor was far too focused on him to remember where she currently was and what even brought the two of them here. It did not take her long at all to hit her peak, she almost felt like they were just beginning but clearly that was more than enough for her. Her hips quickened and more unrhythmetically as she did so. Pushing herself against him before completely letting herself go.

“Oscar, I—“ she could not even manage to finish what she was going to say before she felt the wave of pleasure go through her. Immediately feeling the tremble of her thighs as she remained straddling him, feeling his hand only getting more wet from him. She felt like a complete fucking mess. She attempted briefly to try and ride it out with a movement of her hips, but it was difficult to focus on moving. Eleanor heaved and planted a few messy kisses along his chin. “Fuck, Oscar…” she mumbled to him slowly coming to her senses but not ready yet to move off of him as she could still feel her body pulsating. “You’re going to have to tell them I ran around the whole lake when we get back.” She managed to joke out with a small out of breath laugh. How else was she going to explain how she must currently look?

Eleanor could feel the tension in him when she spoke of how things had been planned in addressed prior to the wedding. “I’m glad to have a husband who is not so obsessive about having heirs.” She knew it was still expected, but she was expecting the conversations she had with the doctors to continue here. Or that he would be the one to initiate everything with the goal of getting her pregnant. “Remind me when we’re back and I can give you the calendar.” It was half a joke, part of her genuinely did not know what to do with it as any attempts to get rid of it would not have been allowed. “I believe I was supposed to give it to you on our wedding night but…my mind was a bit everywhere then.” She confessed, not that she thought he really minded all that much.

She took a mental note at his reaction to the lip bite. It was certainly a more bold action that if sober she would not have done, but now she knew he reacted to it. Eleanor did smile in pride when she could feel him hard against her, happy to see his body was reacting similarly to hers as she was sure she was near soaked at this point.

There was slight worry of if her brief pull away for a drink would have entirely messed up the hot and intimate moment they were having, but as soon as she returned to him she saw no pull away. Noting that deep exhale he gave as her lips went to his neck. She took her time with each kiss she laid on his neck while her hands continued to roam his chest as if to try and memorize every detail of it. Her hips continued their needy work, targeting his length as she felt herself push against the wet fabric. Eleanor could not help but to grin at his curse followed by her name, she felt so proud of herself to bring him to this state. “And what’s the matter with that?” She teased in response, her words vibrating against his skin. “We’re more private here than in the bedroom.” She pointed out to him.

Small soft moans were slowly beginning to escape her, but still be against his skin as she felt his lips beginning an exploration of their own. She could anticipate his hands path and gladly accepted it, it’s what she needed in this moment. Eleanor looked up to him then as he pull back and began to move that hand closer to the place where she ached most. His boldness did surprise her, but she had no issue with it. It was more than clear she wanted him touching her. Eleanor was prepared to tell him in full answers to his questions, but that touch stopped her from doing so. She did appreciate his assurance that this was not going to worsen her soreness, she found deep comfort in that he still knew well where to be careful with her even with all of her needs.

Eleanor let out a loud moan as his finger slipped between her, her hips moving once he felt his pressure in just the right spot. “Fuck, Oscar…” She muttered as her hands went to grip his half open shirt. “Yes…no…I mean—no one’s ever—fuck.” She did attempt to try and answer his question, however his hand was making it difficult to. She shifted focus with her hips, now more focus to grind against his hand rather than his lap, especially with the way he was pressing onto her. She leaned back forward, going in for another heated kiss from him and using what she noticed struck him before. Having the open mouth begin as normal before going to bite at his bottom lip, but also trying to be careful enough to not hurt him as every finger movement had her reacting. Her hips were confining to grind against him in this newfound moment, all while she moaned into his mouth and hands tug at his shirt.

[oneinnocentprincess]

Eleanor could feel the tension in him when she spoke of how things had been planned in addressed prior to the wedding. “I’m glad to have a husband who is not so obsessive about having heirs.” She knew it was still expected, but she was expecting the conversations she had with the doctors to continue here. Or that he would be the one to initiate everything with the goal of getting her pregnant. “Remind me when we’re back and I can give you the calendar.” It was half a joke, part of her genuinely did not know what to do with it as any attempts to get rid of it would not have been allowed. “I believe I was supposed to give it to you on our wedding night but…my mind was a bit everywhere then.” She confessed, not that she thought he really minded all that much.

She took a mental note at his reaction to the lip bite. It was certainly a more bold action that if sober she would not have done, but now she knew he reacted to it. Eleanor did smile in pride when she could feel him hard against her, happy to see his body was reacting similarly to hers as she was sure she was near soaked at this point.

There was slight worry of if her brief pull away for a drink would have entirely messed up the hot and intimate moment they were having, but as soon as she returned to him she saw no pull away. Noting that deep exhale he gave as her lips went to his neck. She took her time with each kiss she laid on his neck while her hands continued to roam his chest as if to try and memorize every detail of it. Her hips continued their needy work, targeting his length as she felt herself push against the wet fabric. Eleanor could not help but to grin at his curse followed by her name, she felt so proud of herself to bring him to this state. “And what’s the matter with that?” She teased in response, her words vibrating against his skin. “We’re more private here than in the bedroom.” She pointed out to him.

Small soft moans were slowly beginning to escape her, but still be against his skin as she felt his lips beginning an exploration of their own. She could anticipate his hands path and gladly accepted it, it’s what she needed in this moment. Eleanor looked up to him then as he pull back and began to move that hand closer to the place where she ached most. His boldness did surprise her, but she had no issue with it. It was more than clear she wanted him touching her. Eleanor was prepared to tell him in full answers to his questions, but that touch stopped her from doing so. She did appreciate his assurance that this was not going to worsen her soreness, she found deep comfort in that he still knew well where to be careful with her even with all of her needs.

Eleanor let out a loud moan as his finger slipped between her, her hips moving once he felt his pressure in just the right spot. “Fuck, Oscar…” She muttered as her hands went to grip his half open shirt. “Yes…no…I mean—no one’s ever—fuck.” She did attempt to try and answer his question, however his hand was making it difficult to. She shifted focus with her hips, now more focus to grind against his hand rather than his lap, especially with the way he was pressing onto her. She leaned back forward, going in for another heated kiss from him and using what she noticed struck him before. Having the open mouth begin as normal before going to bite at his bottom lip, but also trying to be careful enough to not hurt him as every finger movement had her reacting. Her hips were confining to grind against him in this newfound moment, all while she moaned into his mouth and hands tug at his shirt.

“I told you, I have been with other men.” She reminded him, her lips close to his then. This was still certainly different than those times. Never had she risked doing something like this outside with them when those relationships were kept in secret. She found rooms in the castle she knew would be safe to sneak off into for a limited amount of time. Right now, she did not have to worry about keeping an eye on a clock or needing anyone’s permission to be like this. “Well with them, our clothes stayed on.” That was one major difference and thing she was slowly beginning to divert for him since this was her husband after all, she was allowed to explore.

“You should have been there for the talks I had leading up to this.” She mumbled to him, looking him the eyes, but occasionally glancing back down to his lips. “It was all so calculated, even the date of our wedding. They brought a fertility doctor to the castle, had me take all sorts of nonsensical tests and they gave me a calendar for when we should have sex. Obviously, our wedding day was one of those days.” Eleanor admitted to him, not sure how much of that information had been given to him before or if maybe that all was simply implied. “They made it sound like you were begging to have children.” Clearly now she knew that was not the case, just their way to try and introduce her in with some heavy bias towards it. “I’d say you are doing a decent job so far.” She lightly teased.

The second kiss felt relieving to her. It all being familiar territory, with the new exciting flair of her attempting to unbutton his shirt. She reminded herself of what movements caused reactions in the past from others along with what things she has done with him already. Eleanor began to move her hips back and forth against his with more purpose and pattern, though a consistent pattern was still something she was struggling to achieve. In some sense this felt easier to her given that she did not need to worry about rules and limiting herself, but another part felt like he was somehow holding back. Why? She had no clue.

Eleanor then went to gently bite at his bottom lip, something she has done from others and gotten a good reaction from but did keep a close eye on him for his reaction. Between that her lips went to his, trying to make sure there was some space between them so that her hands could still work at his shirt, but her tongue continued to dart into his mouth and feel for his. She took a small breath when he parted to offer assistance with the buttons, maybe if her eyes had been locked in on those she could work at them better but her mind was a little bit everywhere. Once she managed to get over half of his shirt unbuttoned, she pulled back slightly…so she could grab her drink and take another good sip of it.

The liquid courage making her shift in posture, her head tilting more downward to instead focus on his neck, something she had caught on to him enjoying. Her hips continued their needy grind against him as she began to leave long and slow kissed against his neck. Her hands now travelled his partially exposed chest. The alcohol certainly helped make this all feel like a breeze to her.

[oneinnocentprincess]

“I told you, I have been with other men.” She reminded him, her lips close to his then. This was still certainly different than those times. Never had she risked doing something like this outside with them when those relationships were kept in secret. She found rooms in the castle she knew would be safe to sneak off into for a limited amount of time. Right now, she did not have to worry about keeping an eye on a clock or needing anyone’s permission to be like this. “Well with them, our clothes stayed on.” That was one major difference and thing she was slowly beginning to divert for him since this was her husband after all, she was allowed to explore.

“You should have been there for the talks I had leading up to this.” She mumbled to him, looking him the eyes, but occasionally glancing back down to his lips. “It was all so calculated, even the date of our wedding. They brought a fertility doctor to the castle, had me take all sorts of nonsensical tests and they gave me a calendar for when we should have sex. Obviously, our wedding day was one of those days.” Eleanor admitted to him, not sure how much of that information had been given to him before or if maybe that all was simply implied. “They made it sound like you were begging to have children.” Clearly now she knew that was not the case, just their way to try and introduce her in with some heavy bias towards it. “I’d say you are doing a decent job so far.” She lightly teased.

The second kiss felt relieving to her. It all being familiar territory, with the new exciting flair of her attempting to unbutton his shirt. She reminded herself of what movements caused reactions in the past from others along with what things she has done with him already. Eleanor began to move her hips back and forth against his with more purpose and pattern, though a consistent pattern was still something she was struggling to achieve. In some sense this felt easier to her given that she did not need to worry about rules and limiting herself, but another part felt like he was somehow holding back. Why? She had no clue.

Eleanor then went to gently bite at his bottom lip, something she has done from others and gotten a good reaction from but did keep a close eye on him for his reaction. Between that her lips went to his, trying to make sure there was some space between them so that her hands could still work at his shirt, but her tongue continued to dart into his mouth and feel for his. She took a small breath when he parted to offer assistance with the buttons, maybe if her eyes had been locked in on those she could work at them better but her mind was a little bit everywhere. Once she managed to get over half of his shirt unbuttoned, she pulled back slightly…so she could grab her drink and take another good sip of it.

The liquid courage making her shift in posture, her head tilting more downward to instead focus on his neck, something she had caught on to him enjoying. Her hips continued their needy grind against him as she began to leave long and slow kissed against his neck. Her hands now travelled his partially exposed chest. The alcohol certainly helped make this all feel like a breeze to her.

“Well I would hope you would be at least a little jealous.” She teased when hearing and watching his response to her getting on his lap. The alcohol was making things a lot easier for her when it came to doing any kind of bold action without his specific guidance. There also was the added layer that this was not unfamiliar to her, that she has at least done things like this and did not need to hold his hand through it.

Eleanor hummed while he spoke of his intentions. Finding comfort in both his words and touch. “Would you believe me if I told you the advisors said this was done because you needed an heir?” She poked, already knowing the answer. The alcohol was making everything so much easier to say, those things she may have thought and kept to herself were now getting said out loud. “I think I can see myself caring for you…” She teased, ending with a laugh before trying to compose herself.

She went into the kiss, carefully setting her drink aside as both hands traveled to his shoulders, rubbing softly before coming up to the back of his head, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her eyes closed during the kiss, taking in the moment and treasuring it as it helped satisfy the pull she was feeling towards him. When broken, her eyes lingered down to his lips, focusing on them as he spoke. “I also am glad we’re in this field.” Taking what he said a bit too literally. “Where no one can see or hear us…” She then tilted her head upwards, kissing his lips but this time with more hunger. Her mouth opening and tongue trying to break into his. Her hips slightly shifting to readjust herself ever so slight as she brought her hands back to his chest, now having both she went to try and unbutton his shirt. While this time it was easier to have two hands, the alcohol still made it challenging which resulted her going at a much slower pace. Her experience was at least helping this be more natural than other things she has done so far. Her hips readjusted again, but this time with a bit more need behind the action as she focused on his mouth, trying to pay careful attention to his response to her actions.

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