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"Um, I... I don't know why you need me, s-so... um... no, well, if you do need me, that's, w-well... just... just leave a message! I might, I might get... no, I will—"

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[bottomless_bowl]

[He groans softly at the acknowledgement. A big step. Yeah. And wanting to go take it back before he has to deal with the fallout of it would be a good thing. But also a bad thing.

It's so frustrating.]

It might be too little too late.

[And to distract himself from what they're clearly going to have to talk about he begins sifting through her threads, looking for a good color to compliment the flowers she's currently stitching.]

[persecutetioncomplex]

[She could say a lot of things, here, about how they'll surely take it well, or how everything will be okay.]

It's still better than never bothering to try at all, no matter how it's received.

[She could, but she doesn't. Neither of them is the type to trust or be comforted by absolutes.]

...I've got a surprise for you, actually. I figure this is as momentous an occasion as any, to give it to you.

[bottomless_bowl]

That... actually sort of sounds like something Ashe said to me so... hopefully that ends up being true.

[A little hesitant admitting it but he gives her a little half smile before holding a deep raspberry pink thread over the lilac purple that she's been working with, cocking a brow. Curious if she approves, if there's even anything she'd be able to use it for since he is interrupting her mid project.]

A surprise? Detta you don't have to- [A huffed breath. No, she doesn't have to but he knows better than to try to discourage her. Especially now that she doesn't have the kids to dote on and buy things for.] You gonna make me guess?

[persecutetioncomplex]

Just because you prepare for the worst, it doesn't mean you can't still hope for the best.

[And that's all she'll say about that.

She accepts his offering, immediately starting to use it to create shading on the flowers. She'll make it a sunset scene, she decides.]

You say that like you don't want to try puzzling it out. Go ahead.

[bottomless_bowl]

[He agrees with her. Hoping for the best is something he tries to do, even if he doesn't usually succeed. But then she's teasing him and he squints at her a little, wrinkling his nose and making a show of examining her suspiciously.

You dare challenge him?!]

Do I get to ask questions or do you expect me to just guess?

[persecutetioncomplex]

[She smiles down at her stitching, almost serene.]

Just guess. Every time you're wrong is a clue on its own, right?

[bottomless_bowl]

Hmmm well you said you got something for me so I'm guessing it's something you picked up elsewhere, not something you made.

[He leans in a little closer as she works, one arm curling around between her and the couch, fingers toying with the hem of her top. It starts as an idle motion, but he quickly redirects it into.... the threat of a tickle.]

There's not many things you'd buy instead of making yourself... unless it's some sort of technology?

[persecutetioncomplex]

Mm... well, you're half right? But, um, still pretty far off.

[She bites her lip, swallowing back a giggle.]

[bottomless_bowl]

Half right? I'll take it.

[Another long hum as he thinks, ducking his head to drop a light kiss on her shoulder and... it's maybe cheating a little bit but he reaches out to her with synchronicity, trying to get a hint from her that way.]

Hmmmmmm

or supplies to make something myself?

[persecutetioncomplex]

[All he'll feel is a soft, deep, warm layer of fondness for his troubles.]

Still no dice, sorry.

[bottomless_bowl]

[The lips against her shoulder turn into a gentle nip and a playful little growl of frustration. Those fingers creep under her top and wiggle just a little. Don't make him do it.]

No dice.... a game?

[persecutetioncomplex]

[Alas, she cannot lie to him to spare his feelings.]

Nope. No games.

[bottomless_bowl]

[That's it! His mercy only goes so far and his fingers are quick and clever skittering up her side and back down, even pinching her side lightly.]

Come on~ One hint! Detta that's not faaaaaaaiiiiiiiiir

[persecutetioncomplex]

I—o-oh! I, b-bought, ah-ahahaha!

[She squirms away, laughter overtaking her.]

I-I bought it! I, I did, a-and, and then, and then I, I added to, t-to it!

[bottomless_bowl]

HAH!

[He lets out a triumphant cheer, free hand tugging her needlework away before they end up stabbing themselves. It gets lightly tossed onto the coffee table and then he's pouncing on her, shoving her down on the couch to tickle her harder. The one bonus with the increase in beard is that he can dive in to press his face against her neck and then just rub fine hairs across the sensitive skin of her neck before she can escape.

And she's going to have to escape too. Or admit defeat.]

[persecutetioncomplex]

[She goes down with a yelp of alarm that quickly blooms into more peals of laughter. She squirms and giggles, helpless.

She finds the breath to gasp out.]

I-I c-complied! I, I gave you y-your hint! M-Mer-ha!-mercy...!

[bottomless_bowl]

[He's laughing maniacally by the time she surrenders, grinning down at her but his fingers still as soon as she says mercy. Instead he merely settles over her, content to get comfortable on top of her now, leaning in before she can fully catch her breath for one sudden, searing kiss.]

Hmmm.... something to wear? [Finally murmured against her lips when he takes mercy on her poor lungs.]

[persecutetioncomplex]

Mm...

[She melts beneath him, laughter giving way to breathy, pleased sighs.]

...yeah. Something to wear.

[bottomless_bowl]

[A pleased chuckle muffled against her mouth as he kisses her again, slower this time, more like his usual languid, probing kisses.]

For me or... [He pushes up onto his elbows to pointedly let his eyes slide down over her body, breath coming out in a low, rumbling purr.] or you?

[persecutetioncomplex]

Oh, um.

[She blinks up at him, a little taken aback.]

I, uh, didn’t realize there was something that you wanted to see me wear…?

[bottomless_bowl]

There are a lot of things I'd like to see you wear, çiçeğim~

[One finger slides up to tug lightly at the collar of her top and the smile he gives her is absolutely wicked. But it is swiftly followed by a wink and another kiss, softer this time.]

You're beautiful, Detta. And you have an eye for color and design. There are so many things you'd be absolutely stunning in.

[persecutetioncomplex]

[She blushes, because no matter how long they’ve been together, each purposeful little touch and tease still sends a fresh thrill through her, all over again.]

Y… you should make a list. Of. Of…things. That, uh, y-you want to… see.

[bottomless_bowl]

Yeah?

[This time the grin is a little more just... outright thrilled than teasing.]

You gonna dress up in something pretty and let me tear it off you like By did?

[Just in case she missed how hot that was... or the fact that Khalid was encouraging him.]

[persecutetioncomplex]

I... o-oh. Oh.

[If the flustered way she's reacting now is any indication, if she cottoned on back then she has since forgotten it in the wild turns that evening took. Or, at least, it hadn't seemed intentionally alluring on her end, so she had discounted it.]

If... if you like, we, uh, we... we could definitely do that, too, I-I'd just... I'd, um, I-I'd need to find something... f-flimsy enough...

[bottomless_bowl]

[He smirks at her, ducking down to trail kisses over her neck, words slightly muffled against her skin.]

What...? Don't think I could tear this cute little top of yours off right now?