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[philancer]

[ His low laugh vibrates against slick, sensitive skin as he hears that small whimper of reaction as she tugs the fabric out of his way. A move he appreciates, since he very much thinks she wouldn't forgive him for accidentally ripping the little scrap of fabric to get it out of his way.

Her moans are encouragement enough to keep him going rather than delaying any further. And giving in to her unspoken request, he slides a pair of fingers up to trace over her entrance. Not pushing inside, not yet, he teases her with the anticipation of it. Circles her clit with a fingertip before his mouth takes its place once more. And it's only when he pointedly torments the sensitive nerves with his tongue that he slides the pair of digits into her. She's already so wet for him, there's barely any resistance, and he smiles against her as his fingers thrust shallowly, working his way deeper. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ She hates that she can feel his grin so well against her skin. If it hadn't been apparent to her before, it's crystal clear now that he had known what he was doing with the blindfold. It's annoying that it's so effective; without her eyes her other senses are heightened, acutely aware of him and everything he does. Every stroke of his tongue, the barely concealed amused laugh of his, every teasing slight brush of his fingers against her folds and clit causes her thighs to shudder and shake. And as hot as that is, it stokes her impatience just as much as her desire. Hilda had always enjoyed watching her partners pleasure her and this is no exception. She wants to watch the gleam in his golden eyes as he tastes her so she can see how much he's enjoying it.

The consolation prize of his mouth is barely enough to placate her. ]

Don't tease -

[ 'Me' is drawn out into a moan when his fingers finally slip inside her. The deliberate build up of how deep he thrusts his fingers sends another wave of euphoric pleasure rushing through her. Her fingers tug harder at the already straining fabric of her panties as she bucks up into his mouth. Too overrun with the thought of needing more, her other leg swings up and over his shoulder without warning, thighs clamping around his neck. It's a shocking feat of athleticism that she'd never admit to otherwise but it matters little to her in this moment as her back presses into the pillar to support herself. ]

More. [ Her breath stutters. ] Just like that.

[philancer]

[ He has to shift a knee to brace himself from the suddenness of her movement, because he hadn't exactly been expecting that. But he is, if anything, excellent at adapting and thinking on his feet. He can work with this, even if he has to shift how he leans slightly so he doesn't unbalance them both. With only one hand to hold her steady, he keeps using the other to pleasure her, fingers working deeper in time to the wet slide of his tongue and the sucking pressure of his lips against slicked flesh.

He hums, letting her feel the vibration of his voice against her, lips still curved in a smug sort of smile, even if it is completely buried against her now. He works her open, using his thumb against her clit to rub in time to the thrust of his fingers inside her now. Driving her higher still. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ A happy cry is dragged from her as her request is granted. Every thrust of his fingers only makes her wonder what it'd be like to have him bottom out inside her, to have his flesh pounding against her as he drives into her again and again. Miraculously, the blindfold hasn't budged even though she so desperately wants to see his face buried between her thighs.

Every languid swipe of his tongue threatens to undo her, as does the sound of how wet she is. It sounds obscene, especially mingled with her gasps and moans; surely someone would overhear them. But even if they did, she isn't sure they'd hear. And with the haze of pleasure she's in, none of that quite matters to her. It doesn't even matter that the fabric of her panties is soaked through and digging into her fingers as she strains to hold it back for him.

Pressure builds in the pit of her stomach like a silk chord pulling tighter and tighter. Hilda feels herself on the precipice of snapping, and as much as she wants to chase that feeling, as easily as she'd let it happen, she doesn't want this to end. Her thighs begin to shake on either side of him, but it has less to do with trying to steady herself and everything to do with trying to stave off her release. It's losing battle however when his tongue is lavishing her, his fingers are knuckle-deep inside her, and the feeling of her golden ribcage digging into her back encases her in pleasure from all sides. ]

[philancer]

That’s it. Come for me, beautiful.

[ The words are murmured against her heated flesh as he works her deeper, and then eases a third finger inside her stretching her further still around the digits. He thrusts deep, how mouth returning to torment against her clit, feeling the way her legs shook where they rested over his shoulders. It had him doubling down with intent, fully meaning for her to topple over that edge. Wanting to feel her fall apart against his tongue, around his fingers. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ It's hard for her to say what finally succeeds in pushing her over the edge. It could be the timbre and vibration of his voice against her heat urging her to let go just for him, or it could be the added pressure of another one of his skillful fingers pushing against her walls while his tongue and mouth work relentlessly against her swollen clit.

In reality, it's probably all of the above that finally snaps the taunt chord and in hindsight it won't really matter because her mind goes blank. Pleasure overcomes her as Hilda lets out a shameless cry, thighs pressing tight around him. Her hands fist his red locks keeping his head in place as she rides out her orgasm against his tongue, his lips, his fingers needing more of him. ]

Gods - Lief -

[ His name leaves her lips in breathless praise. ]

[philancer]

[ He smiles against her as she comes undone beneath his tongue, even if he feels a pang over the fact that it’s not his real name on her lips. Some other time, perhaps. Even though he’s a little surprised she’s let him get this far in the first place.

He works her through her orgasm, movements slower and drawn out now. To soothe, rather than arouse, even if he drags out those delicious aftershocks for as long as he possibly can. Finally, he eases back, lips trailing kisses along her inner thigh as he peers up at her, still blindfolded and almost naked.

For once, he wishes they didn’t have a party to get back to. Masks to wear. He’d much rather take her back somewhere quiet and private and continue to memorize every beautiful inch of her. But he doubted that was going to be in the cards for him.

So instead, he eases her legs back down from around his shoulders, even as he keeps his hands on her hips, steadying her until she finds her balance once more. If he hadn’t left her weak-kneed, he clearly hadn’t done a good enough job. ]

Beautiful.

[ He murmurs the word against her stomach as he leans in and lets his lips rest there for one more kiss, just inside her hip. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Her heart hammers in her chest like a hummingbird as she comes down from her high. Every gentle drag and lick of his tongue sends another wave of breathless shivers up her body, fulfilling his wish of making her so weak in the knees that she doubts she'll be able to stand. So caught up in her euphoria, she barely hears the murmured word he presses like a secret to the soft flesh of her stomach.

It's only when she's confident she won't simply melt into the ground she tugs him up, fingers ghosting against the hollow of his neck and his jaw. It feels familiar, like there's an image of a person forming in her mind and just on the tip of her tongue but she can't place it. The Fey wine may not have the same memory erasing effects of the pearls, but it makes it hard to conjure the image in full clarity. But maybe that's for the best, she thinks as she finally bends down to press a still heated kiss to his lips tasting her own arousal on his tongue. Murmured against his lips she asks - ]

Any chance I could return the favour?

[ It's unlike her considering it's a perfect stranger, but she's feeling generous this evening. ]

[philancer]

[ His lips curve against her own as she tugs him up and he presses her back against the cool marble. He lingers there, trailing kisses back her jaw, against her lips. Teasing and light now, rather than the desperate hunger. Although she’ll no doubt feel that he’s still very hard, where he’s pressed against her thigh.

Before he can answer one way or another, however, there’s the sound of laughter and voices somewhere nearby and he tenses slightly, his head coming up to focus on the sound. He shifts, sheltering her with his own body as he listens, but the sound of voices are now definitely moving towards them once more.

Cursing softly under his breath, he bends to steal one more fleeting kiss. ]

I think our time for that might be up tonight, Gorgeous. But we can save it for next time, hmm?

[theidlemaiden]

[ She does feel it, especially when hands slide down the length of his chest towards the bulge there. It sparks an already hungry desire through her, stoking the already lingering warmth at the bit of her stomach that yearns for him. The gentle palming motions stop as he leans into her and she realizes why a beat later. The sound of voices breaks through the sound of her heartbeat thudding in her ears.

While she can't see the source of the voices, she comes to the same conclusion that he does. Before he can pull away full she cups his hands pulling him close for one last kiss. Before she can stoop down to retrieve her jumpsuit, she motions to her blindfold, silently asking him to turn it back into her mask. ]

Next time? [ The sound of laughter undertones her question. ] How am I going to find you though?

[philancer]

Maybe it will be me that finds you.

[ His smirk is audible in his voice as he slides his hands up to brush against her blindfold. He leans in, lips murmuring his words against her ear. ]

Close your eyes for me.

[ He’s going to assume she does, since that will give him ample opportunity to make sure his own disguise is still firmly in place before he transforms hers back to what it should be. ]

Until next time, Beautiful.

[ There’s a brush of cool air as her blindfold finishes returning to the mask it had once been, but by the time her eyes are free and she can see her surroundings once more… he’s already gone.

Better to leave a little sense of mystery, he thinks. That and he’s not so sure how long he could keep up his disguise in the aftermath of everything else. Hopefully she’ll forgive him for leaving her to navigate her way out of the maze once more on her own. ]

Wintertide on the Arcanis

[philancer]

[ It's considerably warmer in the stairwell down into the guest quarters below deck of the cruise ship and the sound of Sylvain's low laughter precedes him down the corridor as he heads for the room they're sharing while onboard. He can hear Claude's footsteps just behind him, but as Hilda is currently draped over one of his broad shoulders, he can't actually look back to see him there.

When she squirms in his grip, he gives her ass a playful smack with one broad hand, smirking as he does so. ]

If you don't want me to accidentally damage this dress of yours, I'd hold still if I were you.

[theidlemaiden]

[ Below the deck of the Arcanis feels like a different world to where they had been moments before. The mood had shifted and once again whatever melancholy that had plagued her feels eons away. Her cape has served her well but is now bundled in her arms after she had somehow managed to wriggle out of it after Sylvain had unceremoniously thrown her over his shoulder like a pack of potatoes.

The jewelery and charms in her hair jingle as she wriggles over his shoulder laughing both out of embarrassment and joy. That comes to an abrupt end when there's a sharp smack to her ass and Claude is treated to the full view of her face flushing a deeper shade of pink as her eyes widen. A split second later her face breaks out into an incredulous expression as she twists her head in an attempt to see Sylvain. ]

Sylvain, you wouldn't! I told you how long it took me to stone this.

[ His warning seems somewhat effective. Somewhat. In the next breath she's turning back towards Claude eyes going wide and pleading. ]

Claude, help! Sylvain is being mean.

[godshattering]

[ There's nothing but laughter from Claude at the events in quick succession: the well-timed smack, Hilda's flush, and her subsequent plea which has an idea forming instantly. That he'd forfeited his gloves - well, that comes in awfully handy right now. ]

Help, you say?

[ In a tone which makes it immediately apparent, not that the other two haven't already guessed this, that Claude's about to offer no such help whatsoever. Will that stop him from stepping forward with the supposed guise of it anyway? Absolutely not and same for reaching out a hand - only to run those half-frozen (to Claude) fingers lightly and teasingly down her face, along her neck and down to a collarbone and further. That fun can be shared since his other equally cold hand gets slipped beneath the back of Sylvain's waistband, just for good measure. ]

How about that for a start?

[ There's as much innocence as he can manage in there, which is to say: none. ]

[philancer]

[ Claude could never manage innocence with the two of them anyway - they know him too well.

Sylvain gives a quiet hiss as those cold fingers slip down the back of his pants but fortunately he’s got a good enough grip on Hilda that nothing too terrible happens in the process

Still, he has to laugh, because he’s pretty sure Hilda’s about to be a lot more mad at Claude than she is at him. That worked out well for him, didn’t it? ]

And I see Claude continues to be the least helpful person ever. And you called me mean?!

[theidlemaiden]

[ As Claude's frigid (an exaggeration, but they're cold compared to her skin) fingers drag along her exposed skin Hilda lets out a noise equivalent to that of a startled cat. It immediately causes her to squirm in Sylvain's hold, her skin pebbling in the wake of Claude's touch. ] 

You're both mean! 

[ The squeal turns to a whine of annoyance as she immediately reaches out to try and swipe at Claude. She tips forward over Sylvain's shoulder, the scrape of the beading of her dress against Sylvain's skin probably not the most pleasant feeling - but she's been betrayed twice and in the same breath no less! The comfort of her would-be captor is the last thing on her mind. Her swipe doesn't connect with Claude's body - but she does manage to grab a fistful of his cloak drawing him closer to them. ] 

I thought you'd be on my side. It's not my fault you gave me your gloves. 

[godshattering]

[ No sooner than the actions are completed and they're both reacting is Claude laughing. He makes a half-hearted dodge away from Hilda's swing towards him while still chuckling - and holding onto Sylvain's waistband to steady himself and continue applying freezing fingers - but not quickly enough (or with any intent) to get away from her grasp on his cloak bringing him forward. ]

Hey, who says I'm not on your side? I totally am!

[ Using the momentum of the pull Claude steps forward with a grin to steal a kiss from her. A short one, both on account of them still being walking and with the possibility of being off-balance at any second thanks to the ship's motions and colliding teeth doesn't sound entirely appealing. There's a better use for teeth potentially in their near future.

As if the seas read his mind, the boat crests a wave just enough to give the hallway a bit of an incline right as he pulls back. Any collisions are avoided, though Claude also shamelessly slips one hand lower to grasp Sylvain's ass through with pants in the way. Everyone gets spared cold hands for now though the grin on his face only Hilda can see says that might change at any moment. ]

Thank goodness Sylvain's here to keep us both upright, though he might end up regretting that if we are on the same side.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain gives a snort of laughter - both at that comment and the not-so-subtle hand on his ass. He glances back over his shoulder - and Hilda - to meet the other man's laughing gaze with a smirk. ]

Oh, I always regret that. There's nothing more dangerous than you two teaming up over something. I learned that all the way back at the Academy, thanks. And I wasn't likely to forget.

[ Reaching to door to their cabin, he fidgets in his pocket for their key before unlocking the door and carrying Hilda inside. It's a little cramped, but the bed is large enough that all three of them can fit if they snuggle - which had been his intention with this reservation in the first place. It makes the room snug and cozy - which he figures can only help with the two hothouse orchids he's keeping company with.

Careful not to damage Hilda's very precious - and uncomfortable - dress, he slides her down his shoulder so he can set her on her feet once more. Bending in, he drops a kiss on the tip of her nose with an impish grin. ]

Of course, if you both want to prove that it's not always gonna cause regrets, I can't say I'd mind that, either.

[theidlemaiden]

[ The kiss catches her off guard and there's the smallest noise of surprise as she's mid-clench of Claude's cloak. It's brief, but not so brief that she isn't able to tug lightly on his lip in quiet retaliation as he pulls away. The tip of the boat forces her to loosen her hold on the fabric, letting it slip through her fingers like water. That doesn't stop her putting on pout as Sylvain lets them into the cabin that disappears only briefly as she's set down gently on the floor. ]

I don't think you have to rush to conclusions or brace yourself. Claude said if we were on the same side. [ Pointedly she peers around Sylvain to give Claude with that same look of mock betrayal. ] And besides, how do I know that you're both not going to team up on me?

[ A heaving little sigh flutters from her lips as she reaches out to shift places with Sylvain so that the back of his legs are up against the end of the bed. One hand is firmly on Sylvain's chest to help steady her as she begins to remove her heels one at a time. ]

But I guess if you've felt that way all this time we could find a way to reassure you.

[godshattering]

[ That emphasis on if is enough to get a gasp out of Claude and one hand clutched to his chest because he's clearly aghast at this Supposed Accusation besmirching their teamwork. ]

I can't decide what I'm more offended by! That Hilda's going to just leave me out in the cold, fortunately the purely metaphorical kind this time after being out in the real thing, or that you'd ever regret us, Sylvain.

[ It's not what Sylvain said, not even a little bit, but he's going to run with it in yet another routine the two of them are long familiar with. Not doing so would mean passing up a chance for mischief, and who wants that? Not Claude!

That's exactly why he immediately makes his way to stand behind the other man in order to run still chilly fingertips along the inside of Sylvain's collar, and that the 'shirt' beneath is jewelry works out for touching plenty of skin as he goes when the next move is sliding his hands inside the jacket properly to run them slowly down Sylvain's chest. ]

Maybe we should go for both regrets and reassurances. I can think of a few fun combinations there.

[philancer]

Excuse you. [ He playfully teases Hilda while she braces herself against him to remove her heels. Now he's the one playing at looking mock offended - even as he keeps a wary eye on Claude as he circles around him, because he doesn't trust that expression on his face at all. ] I would like to inform you that you'd love Claude and I teaming up on you. When you could string two words together again to come to that conclusion, anyway.

And I'm pretty sure I have informed you [ this to Claude this time, pointedly playful, until he pauses to hiss at the press of cold fingers again. Rude. ] on multiple occasions of precisely that. [ None of them had been truthful, of course, but he'd certainly complained about it. Mostly when Claude was being an unbearable tease. ]

I feel like I should be more worried that you apparently took that as inspiration. Maybe we should go back to teaming up on Hilda.

[ And he'll abruptly clasp Hilda about the waist and spin, lifting her at the same time, only to deposit her safely tucked between them now. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ When both the men don their masks of offence and dramatics its met with a playful roll of her eyes. She should have seen it coming. In spite of her amusement, she works to keep a look of displeasure on her face as if it were somehow believable that she didn't like the idea of that one bit. She huffs. ] 

String two words together? What is that supposed to mean? Because I know you aren't talking about right now. 

[ The challenge in her tone is evident, as if daring either of them to prove her wrong. She has been known to multitask however and who says that she can't egg both of them on while removing her heel and keeping her gaze locked on the way that Sylvain's skin pebbles at Claude's cool touch? The jewels on his shirt sparkle in the dim light of the cabin in a way that she can't help but admire. Her admiration is cut short however - and just in time too as her other heel comes off and she finds herself wedged between them.

Without her heels the height difference between them is emphasized. Her eyes trail up from Sylvain's chest to his face all too aware of Claude's presence at her back. The realization that she had been in a similar position several nights before flashes through her mind and a faint shiver runs up her spine. The moment she's thinking of hadn't been the first, but it had started out in a similar fashion - them playfully joking around in the kitchen before she eventually found herself wedged between them. At the time it had reminded her of that night at the inn in Aquila before they had started down this path. It had been too much for her at the time and she had wormed her way out of there before anything more could happen. In that sense, Sylvain's words about her being tongue-tied is true. She is the one that needed more reassurance out of the two of them. At least when it came to this.

The difference between now and then? She feels braver. Casting a glance over her shoulder towards Claude - a silent signal that had passed between them so many times before - her fingers easily find the waistband of Sylvain's pants. Fingers trail along his waistband, fingernails skirting along his warm skin. ] 

We can't help you come to a decision if you're both teaming up on me. So I think Claude and I will have to work together on this one to help you come to a conclusion.

[godshattering]

[ Sylvain's quick spin to place Hilda between them means it's easy to grin, fully dropping whatever silly act he'd had mere moments ago when this is so much better to focus on. It's not the first time they've been here, and not even in recent memory. But that doesn't make any of this less exciting, less easy to step right back into when it's also followed with Hilda's glance over her shoulder which has his attention immediately in more ways than one.

And like he has on many a night before this one even though it's not been for some time, Claude bends down the distance to murmur into Hilda's ear. Of course and unlike those other times, tonight comes with holding Sylvain's gaze with a smirk while he does so. ]

Careful what you wish for, Hilda. You know both of us love nothing more than a good dare if you're going to mention it's not happening right now when it could be.

[ But - that'd be too predictable, in some ways, even if Claude knows well enough it's equally so that he's taking this and running with it. That statement comes with placing his now mostly warmed hands (courtesy of teasing Sylvain) on Hilda's hips for the first part of it. He doesn't linger there long, instead drawing fingertips up her sides with just enough touch to make it be felt and especially so in the small gaps in the dress where skin's present.

Only to leave one hand behind back at her waist with a couple fingertips hooked into the beading to reach out with his other to also hook them through Sylvain's shirt when it so conveniently allows for the same to make it (slightly) more difficult to move away without risking either garment, and all the better to keep Sylvain where they want him for the moment pending some decisions. ]

I think a little test of Sylvain's patience might in order to help him find that conclusion, don't you? Maybe he'd enjoy a little show first.

— close your eyes for this

[godshattering]

I have an idea if you think you're up for it.

[ Claude says this as he breaks the latest kiss in a long line of many as they'd stumbled their way into bed on this particular night. Words had been forgotten for a little bit - an impressive feat for two men who enjoy using them to all kinds of advantages and upon each other all for the fun of seeing what might happen. What might not work, what absolutely will as it uncovers something else: all things Claude's stored away into forming this very idea he's dangling in front of Sylvain without much else context.

Or, well - there's some context given the state of half undress they're in when it'd been too much bother to get out of clothing first beyond fingers scrabbling over a button or a closure briefly in favor of urging Sylvain towards his waiting bed for once stripped of all books, papers, and anything else within it. Call it a slight bribe just like the leg he has between the other man's even as he has a hand inside his trousers to palm him, so it's with a smirk Claude withdraws his hand from teasing just to make sure there's no distractions.

As much as any such pause can last, anyway. ]

And that's only if you think you can handle it, that is.

[ A little bonus teasing of another kind to appeal to their respective competitive natures on top of everything else never hurts. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just groans when Claude pulls that hand away, hips rocking down against that thigh pressed snug against him anyway, chasing the heat and friction as much as he’s able. They’re both flushed and rumpled, lips reddened and kiss-swollen.

But he flops back on the bed in a dramatic fashion, just because he can, lying there looking half-debauched already. That was probably on purpose. If you’re going to be a tease, he’s going to make you regret it. ]

Isn’t that supposed to be my line? I’m pretty sure I can handle anything you throw at me.

[ …Yes, that was definitely a challenge. ]