[ 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.
[ 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.
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[ 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. ]
[ 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?!
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ 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.
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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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.
Why are we testing my patience - of which we all know I have none - when we could be testing Hilda’s?
[ The retort is uttered with a smirk as he shivers slightly at the slide of Hilda’s fingers at his waist. The faint edge of her nails adding sensation to the caress, even before Claude’s fingers tangle in the mesh of his shirt and tug him closer.
He doesn’t pull away - mostly because he knows there will be hell to pay of he breaks any of Hilda’s hard work, but also because watching their exchanges like this is always a fascinating moment. How they can have entire conversations without saying a word. It made him marvel every time he witnessed it. Which was happening more and more often of late - either to his benefit or detriment, he was discovering. ]
[ If they had to compare who had the most patience amongst them, Hilda would have immediately, and gracefully, pulled herself out of the running. She had little patience. How could she when she's spent her whole life wanting and immediately receiving? Playing any sort of waiting game for anything she wanted was usually met with a whine, or at the very least a pout.
But maybe this time she's willing to try her hand at it just to sate her burgeoning curiosity of what it would look like to see Sylvain's patience tested.
Hilda can't pinpoint the cause of the spark of warmth down her spine. If it's that fleeting thought, the feeling of Claude's breath warm against the shell of her ear, or the way his fingers settle between the gaps of her dress before settling against her back. She hums. ]
That feels like a lot of pressure.
[ Her gaze moves back towards Sylvain, as she gently grasps Claude's chin to bring his lips to hers. The kiss lingers before she pulls away, tugging lightly on his lips and releasing her grasp. ]
I guess we'll have to try our best then, huh? We should probably get Sylvain comfortable first though, don't you think?
That you have no patience is what makes it so fun. I meant what I said about you having reactions to match.
[ The latter for Hilda's benefit if she's not seen them, that is, and ones Claude's all too happy to assist in drawing out through any number of ways they've played with. He's not missed the look in the other man's eyes as they keep him right where they want him.
What comes next will have to be a mystery as Hilda turns his head and he follows the instruction obediently to meet her with a kiss he doesn't hesitate to put clear desire into. Even with his intent to let her lead, let her set a pace if it's what she wants, having her pressed against him like this leaves no room for anything else as a hum leaves him when she ends the kiss with an instruction.
A glance to the side shows there's a few options for seating with a few armchairs and an upholstered bench, all of which have possibilities, but there's always the bed when there's the inevitability of ending up there at some point tonight. In what capacity's to be determined and in the spirit of testing, Claude hums as lets go of Sylvain's shirt and moves his fingertips upwards along Hilda's shoulder blades and then forward slowly, this time sliding them beneath the netting and searching out skin to start to cup her breasts as much as the construction allows until it gets in the way entirely in a small tease meant for all of them. ]
He can wait a little - right, Sylvain? He loves anticipation, believe me. [ The tone's innocent enough, but Claude certainly means it in no such way as he leans down to drop one kiss after another along Hilda's nearest shoulder in a slow trail. ] Maybe he can get comfortable by finding somewhere to sit first.
[ He watches them kiss, and doesn't bother to hide the quiet groan of appreciation at the sight, his eyes darkening, breathing giving a quiet audible hitch. This isn't something he's gotten to watch a lot of, as they're both still finding their feet and they haven't had a lot of opportunities to explore this. Which was part of why he'd been so insistent they come away together, with just them and no interruptions.
He was having no regrets over this at all. ]
Why don't you let me worry about how comfortable I am and you two keep doing that?
[ There's a note of laughter in his voice but his tone has definitely turned husky as he backs up a step and moves to sink down on the trunk at the end of the bed, which still gives him a perfect view of them where they currently stand. Or if they choose to move to the bed for that matter.
[ Sylvain's reactions in these sorts of intimate situations aren't sights that she's had the opportunity to see which has everything to do with her nervousness and uncertainty of her place here with them. It doesn't escape her that it's uncharacteristic of her to be so filled with doubt. But instead of the impending doom that had come hand in hand with her uncertainty, there's a spark of excitement there instead spurred on by the look she catches in Sylvain's eyes.
When she feels Claude's hands snaking beneath the fabric of her dress, she has half a mind to scold him to remind him for the umpteenth time to be careful. Instead, the brush of skin against her nipples leaves her feeling a little breathless in spite of herself and the subsequent complaint flies from her mind.
She can feel the way her cheeks are flush from the attention from both Claude's wandering hands and lips and Sylvain's amber gaze affixed on the pair of them.The last thing she knows she should do is overthink this. She'd been with Claude so many times before. And yet it's different because they haven't so much as kissed since their fight and they certainly haven't done more than that with Sylvain present.
Her head tilts, allowing more room for Claude to continue his journey across her skin as her arm drapes languidly around his neck. ]
If Sylvain's getting comfortable, it's only fair we do too, right? Why don't you start with my dress, Claude?
[ As much as he's enjoyed appreciating Hilda in this dress, that it only has enough give to move so far is a test to Claude's own patience. It'll have to be enough to touch where he can and when that positive reaction is noted - of course the only thing to do is to repeat that brush and far more deliberately so. When Hilda speaks he pauses in moving his lips slowly up her neck and looks to Sylvain with a grin. ]
Hands to yourself until it's time, Gautier. You know the rules.
[ There are no rules, but since it entertains Claude to bring up one he'd once given Sylvain and feels doubly appropriate here what with enjoying the show as much as that rapt attention implies. It ties in nicely even more so to testing patience and making sure they feed into that look in the other man's eye. One he certainly feels himself as he withdraws his hands with as much and as long of a teasing touch as can be managed.
It'll have to do for now since Claude undoes the dress's closure next, careful to open it all the way to make it all the easier as he slides the dress carefully from Hilda's shoulders. Or starts to before deciding to lean forward to kiss her again as he does so, and there's no pretense about undressing her all the way by letting the fabric slowly pool in ripples down to the floor on the reveal. He's quick to replace the dress with his hands as he breaks the kiss in time with bringing his hands to her breasts again to lightly tease her nipples again between his fingertips before trailing one down towards her ribcage - or farther still if not stopped or redirected. ]
Better?
[ A question aimed everywhere and nowhere in particular, so long as the answers are yes. ]
Since I can’t reach anyone else at the moment, I’ll have to keep them to myself, won’t I?
[ Knowing it’s the exact opposite of what Claude meant with that order, he very deliberately leans back on one hand, spreads his legs, and lets his other hand start unbuttoning his pants.
But his eyes never leave the show they’re giving him. Watching the movement of Claude’s hand over Hilda’s dress, the way her body responds to it - because yeah that dress leaves very little to the imagination and he can see the way her nipples are puckering from here.
And then the fabric is slipping down the lithe lines of her body to pool at her feet and he realizes she really did have nothing on beneath it. His breath hitches with a soft curse as he watches Claude cup her breasts now, playing, and lets his eyes rake over every exposed inch of her with a hungry gaze. ]
[ There's a soft exhale of affirmation from Hilda as the slinky fabric of the dress drops in a quiet woosh to the floor. The garment hadn't been offering much warmth or coverage to begin with, but now that it lay on the floor pooled around her feet it was more apparent than ever that she really had nothing else underneath it. It had been part practicality, part a desire to tease the two that now shared the room with her.
But it's not the cold that leaves her skin pebbling. Claude's earlier teasing had already peaked her nipples into pert points and his hand trailing down the length of her body are the cause. One particular twist of her nipple causes her back to arch slightly as another pleased noise slips from parted lips. She makes no move to stop Claude, enjoying the feeling of his roaming hand and all too enraptured by the sight of Sylvain. Biting her bottom lip doesn't diminish the fact that there now sits a mischievous smirk there that probably mirrors the one on Claude's face. ]
I could say the same about you.
[ Before Claude's hand brushes against the top of her thighs she turns, unclasping the cloak from around his neck and letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor. Her hands make quick work of the buttons of his shirt, kissing and sucking along his chest until that's pushed to the floor too. She moves south, lips cresting the top of his pants before her eyes flick up dangerously towards him. ]
[ There's nothing but a too fond half eye roll, half raising his gaze to the ceiling in feigned exasperation as Sylvain immediately disobeys that supposed rule that's not a rule at all. It's expected and that's exactly why Claude finds it so amusing - though really, if they're going to be testing Sylvain's patience it's only fair the other man uses his hands on himself to keep him occupied.
Claude might have even said as much if it wasn't for Hilda turning in his grasp and that demanding his focus both to make sure he trails his hands over her as much as those pleased pebbles on her skin demand. What Sylvain's said is true - she's gorgeous, and there's a limit to how touch alone can express that even as he tries to put unspoken ones into each pass of his fingers. Maybe it'd make the task of undressing him easier if he'd hold still while her hands work, but the cloak hardly demands it as he brings his hands to rest on her ass to cup it. But the window for that is all too brief as is when he leans in for a kiss and Hilda moves on to spend her own attention on him. It doesn't take long for his eyes to fall shut, his own teasing temporarily forgotten when each press of her lips sparks against his skin.
It's not until she speaks that he remembers to open his eyes and look down to where she waits, and that look from her ignites what was already smoldering in his veins. ]
You'd know I'd hate to be left out of that. [ It doesn't quite hit the right teasing note when there's no hiding how that affection he'd missed affected him in multiple ways as he reaches now to trace the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip in a silent invitation to not stop before his gaze goes to Sylvain for a moment and then back to meet Hilda's again. ] Though I think you and I can find more ways to get more compliments from Sylvain yet.
I think both your egos are secure enough to not need an abundance of flattery from me. Especially when mouths could be so useful elsewhere instead.
[ He says it playfully, flippantly, but his eyes are still dark as he watches Hilda sink down on her knees before Claude, fingers loosening his clothes to strip away the fabric as she goes.
His own pants are unfastened though his cock is still tucked away beneath the fabric. His fingers skim lightly along the underside, the shape and length of him visible from how he reclines back on his elbows and watches the show the other two put on. It’s impossible to hide how much he’s enjoying it, and he wouldn’t have even bothered to try, in fact. He wants them to see. ]
I don't need my ego stroked as much as Claude does.
[ Hilda's tone matches Sylvain's - it's playful and light much like her fingers as they dance across the top of Claude's pants. Her fingernails drag lightly against the skin there before they pause at the button. Her mouth presses a warm kiss slow and sweet to his thumb, taking it in her mouth to swirl and suck it languidly. When she releases it she casts a fleeting glance over her shoulder towards Sylvain.
Hilda's eyes light up at the sight. There's no hiding the way her eyes trail the motion of his hand as he teases himself. It's not hard to conjure the images of their night in the Feywild maze and how it felt to have him touch her. Warmth breaks against her skin as an impish smile breaks across her lips. ]
We like complimenting you though, Sylvain. But... [ Her voice trails off as she turns back towards Claude, humming in thought. ] I guess you're right. There are other places to use mouths. Like here -
[ Her lips press against Claude's abdomen again to leave a mark of adoration against his skin. Before her lips decide on the next place her fingers make work of the button of his pants, slowly wriggling them down his legs. Her lips find the inside of his thighs, pressing kisses to both of them, using her teeth to drag lightly against sensitive skin. ]
Or here.
[ She gazes up, eyes brimming with feigned innocence, the question she poses to the pair of them. ]
[ If he wasn't so distracted by each of Hilda's movements and all the possibilities of what could follow each one as the next, Claude might've scoffed at the idea that any of them didn't enjoy compliments as much as the other no matter who was being compared. But on this - well, he'll take it. For now, since there's a fine line between being too difficult and not getting what he'd like and riling them both up.
Or himself, since when Claude finally pauses to find what it is he wants to say, he's already followed Hilda's gaze to Sylvain's repose - or what would be if it wasn't for that very active interest in what might come that. Something they share, though as Hilda's lips and teeth skim across his thighs in an echo of something from so many nights and far too many nights since the last, and what results is a not at all subtle sharp inhale when each press of her mouth sends shivers radiating. It's the realization of the latter combined with desire serves to derail his thoughts for a solid few seconds as he holds her gaze with all of it apparent.
There's an answer - an obvious one, and one obvious for more reasons than one as he suddenly realizes his hand had slipped unbidden from her face back into her hair wherever his fingertips could find to rest in her hairstyle - and it rests on the tip of his tongue for a moment to teeter back and forth. It isn't hesitation keeping him from but something else in mind when he's quick to answer before Sylvain does, with any luck. ]
Those are a good start, but I bet we can think of some other ones. [ And with a smirk cut sideways to where Sylvain's seated, he'll hold the other man's gaze if he catches it for a second before looking back to Hilda next. ] Or we could take some mercy on Sylvain - for now - and let him choose and see about earning some praise.
Well, since I’m the hapless spectator here, I think it’s only fair I get to dictate what I want to see.
[ Sylvain’s tone is playfully smug, but that doesn’t change the fact that his intent gaze is dark and hungry as he watches them together. Licking bitten lips, he lets his fingers continue to tease over the outline of his own cock, not giving himself more than that for the moment. ]
Let me see what you can do with that clever tongue of yours, Hilda. Take him in your mouth. Make him moan. He makes such pretty noises when you get him desperate.
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Date: 2023-12-20 01:10 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2023-12-20 01:43 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2023-12-29 01:21 am (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2023-12-29 06:20 am (UTC)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?!
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Date: 2023-12-29 07:21 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-01-04 01:55 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-01-05 08:09 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-01-06 06:46 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-01-09 01:44 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-01-12 12:55 am (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2024-01-12 05:27 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-01-19 12:56 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-01-25 10:16 pm (UTC)[ The retort is uttered with a smirk as he shivers slightly at the slide of Hilda’s fingers at his waist. The faint edge of her nails adding sensation to the caress, even before Claude’s fingers tangle in the mesh of his shirt and tug him closer.
He doesn’t pull away - mostly because he knows there will be hell to pay of he breaks any of Hilda’s hard work, but also because watching their exchanges like this is always a fascinating moment. How they can have entire conversations without saying a word. It made him marvel every time he witnessed it. Which was happening more and more often of late - either to his benefit or detriment, he was discovering. ]
Then again, I never object to a good show.
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Date: 2024-01-25 11:59 pm (UTC)But maybe this time she's willing to try her hand at it just to sate her burgeoning curiosity of what it would look like to see Sylvain's patience tested.
Hilda can't pinpoint the cause of the spark of warmth down her spine. If it's that fleeting thought, the feeling of Claude's breath warm against the shell of her ear, or the way his fingers settle between the gaps of her dress before settling against her back. She hums. ]
That feels like a lot of pressure.
[ Her gaze moves back towards Sylvain, as she gently grasps Claude's chin to bring his lips to hers. The kiss lingers before she pulls away, tugging lightly on his lips and releasing her grasp. ]
I guess we'll have to try our best then, huh? We should probably get Sylvain comfortable first though, don't you think?
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Date: 2024-01-28 03:20 am (UTC)[ The latter for Hilda's benefit if she's not seen them, that is, and ones Claude's all too happy to assist in drawing out through any number of ways they've played with. He's not missed the look in the other man's eyes as they keep him right where they want him.
What comes next will have to be a mystery as Hilda turns his head and he follows the instruction obediently to meet her with a kiss he doesn't hesitate to put clear desire into. Even with his intent to let her lead, let her set a pace if it's what she wants, having her pressed against him like this leaves no room for anything else as a hum leaves him when she ends the kiss with an instruction.
A glance to the side shows there's a few options for seating with a few armchairs and an upholstered bench, all of which have possibilities, but there's always the bed when there's the inevitability of ending up there at some point tonight. In what capacity's to be determined and in the spirit of testing, Claude hums as lets go of Sylvain's shirt and moves his fingertips upwards along Hilda's shoulder blades and then forward slowly, this time sliding them beneath the netting and searching out skin to start to cup her breasts as much as the construction allows until it gets in the way entirely in a small tease meant for all of them. ]
He can wait a little - right, Sylvain? He loves anticipation, believe me. [ The tone's innocent enough, but Claude certainly means it in no such way as he leans down to drop one kiss after another along Hilda's nearest shoulder in a slow trail. ] Maybe he can get comfortable by finding somewhere to sit first.
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Date: 2024-01-29 08:32 pm (UTC)He was having no regrets over this at all. ]
Why don't you let me worry about how comfortable I am and you two keep doing that?
[ There's a note of laughter in his voice but his tone has definitely turned husky as he backs up a step and moves to sink down on the trunk at the end of the bed, which still gives him a perfect view of them where they currently stand. Or if they choose to move to the bed for that matter.
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Date: 2024-02-02 01:56 am (UTC)When she feels Claude's hands snaking beneath the fabric of her dress, she has half a mind to scold him to remind him for the umpteenth time to be careful. Instead, the brush of skin against her nipples leaves her feeling a little breathless in spite of herself and the subsequent complaint flies from her mind.
She can feel the way her cheeks are flush from the attention from both Claude's wandering hands and lips and Sylvain's amber gaze affixed on the pair of them.The last thing she knows she should do is overthink this. She'd been with Claude so many times before. And yet it's different because they haven't so much as kissed since their fight and they certainly haven't done more than that with Sylvain present.
Her head tilts, allowing more room for Claude to continue his journey across her skin as her arm drapes languidly around his neck. ]
If Sylvain's getting comfortable, it's only fair we do too, right? Why don't you start with my dress, Claude?
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Date: 2024-02-02 07:51 pm (UTC)Hands to yourself until it's time, Gautier. You know the rules.
[ There are no rules, but since it entertains Claude to bring up one he'd once given Sylvain and feels doubly appropriate here what with enjoying the show as much as that rapt attention implies. It ties in nicely even more so to testing patience and making sure they feed into that look in the other man's eye. One he certainly feels himself as he withdraws his hands with as much and as long of a teasing touch as can be managed.
It'll have to do for now since Claude undoes the dress's closure next, careful to open it all the way to make it all the easier as he slides the dress carefully from Hilda's shoulders. Or starts to before deciding to lean forward to kiss her again as he does so, and there's no pretense about undressing her all the way by letting the fabric slowly pool in ripples down to the floor on the reveal. He's quick to replace the dress with his hands as he breaks the kiss in time with bringing his hands to her breasts again to lightly tease her nipples again between his fingertips before trailing one down towards her ribcage - or farther still if not stopped or redirected. ]
Better?
[ A question aimed everywhere and nowhere in particular, so long as the answers are yes. ]
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Date: 2024-02-12 05:04 pm (UTC)[ Knowing it’s the exact opposite of what Claude meant with that order, he very deliberately leans back on one hand, spreads his legs, and lets his other hand start unbuttoning his pants.
But his eyes never leave the show they’re giving him. Watching the movement of Claude’s hand over Hilda’s dress, the way her body responds to it - because yeah that dress leaves very little to the imagination and he can see the way her nipples are puckering from here.
And then the fabric is slipping down the lithe lines of her body to pool at her feet and he realizes she really did have nothing on beneath it. His breath hitches with a soft curse as he watches Claude cup her breasts now, playing, and lets his eyes rake over every exposed inch of her with a hungry gaze. ]
Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Hilda.
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Date: 2024-02-14 01:36 am (UTC)But it's not the cold that leaves her skin pebbling. Claude's earlier teasing had already peaked her nipples into pert points and his hand trailing down the length of her body are the cause. One particular twist of her nipple causes her back to arch slightly as another pleased noise slips from parted lips. She makes no move to stop Claude, enjoying the feeling of his roaming hand and all too enraptured by the sight of Sylvain. Biting her bottom lip doesn't diminish the fact that there now sits a mischievous smirk there that probably mirrors the one on Claude's face. ]
I could say the same about you.
[ Before Claude's hand brushes against the top of her thighs she turns, unclasping the cloak from around his neck and letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor. Her hands make quick work of the buttons of his shirt, kissing and sucking along his chest until that's pushed to the floor too. She moves south, lips cresting the top of his pants before her eyes flick up dangerously towards him. ]
And you too, of course.
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Date: 2024-02-18 06:46 pm (UTC)Claude might have even said as much if it wasn't for Hilda turning in his grasp and that demanding his focus both to make sure he trails his hands over her as much as those pleased pebbles on her skin demand. What Sylvain's said is true - she's gorgeous, and there's a limit to how touch alone can express that even as he tries to put unspoken ones into each pass of his fingers. Maybe it'd make the task of undressing him easier if he'd hold still while her hands work, but the cloak hardly demands it as he brings his hands to rest on her ass to cup it. But the window for that is all too brief as is when he leans in for a kiss and Hilda moves on to spend her own attention on him. It doesn't take long for his eyes to fall shut, his own teasing temporarily forgotten when each press of her lips sparks against his skin.
It's not until she speaks that he remembers to open his eyes and look down to where she waits, and that look from her ignites what was already smoldering in his veins. ]
You'd know I'd hate to be left out of that. [ It doesn't quite hit the right teasing note when there's no hiding how that affection he'd missed affected him in multiple ways as he reaches now to trace the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip in a silent invitation to not stop before his gaze goes to Sylvain for a moment and then back to meet Hilda's again. ] Though I think you and I can find more ways to get more compliments from Sylvain yet.
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Date: 2024-02-19 06:28 pm (UTC)[ He says it playfully, flippantly, but his eyes are still dark as he watches Hilda sink down on her knees before Claude, fingers loosening his clothes to strip away the fabric as she goes.
His own pants are unfastened though his cock is still tucked away beneath the fabric. His fingers skim lightly along the underside, the shape and length of him visible from how he reclines back on his elbows and watches the show the other two put on. It’s impossible to hide how much he’s enjoying it, and he wouldn’t have even bothered to try, in fact. He wants them to see. ]
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Date: 2024-02-22 03:00 am (UTC)[ Hilda's tone matches Sylvain's - it's playful and light much like her fingers as they dance across the top of Claude's pants. Her fingernails drag lightly against the skin there before they pause at the button. Her mouth presses a warm kiss slow and sweet to his thumb, taking it in her mouth to swirl and suck it languidly. When she releases it she casts a fleeting glance over her shoulder towards Sylvain.
Hilda's eyes light up at the sight. There's no hiding the way her eyes trail the motion of his hand as he teases himself. It's not hard to conjure the images of their night in the Feywild maze and how it felt to have him touch her. Warmth breaks against her skin as an impish smile breaks across her lips. ]
We like complimenting you though, Sylvain. But... [ Her voice trails off as she turns back towards Claude, humming in thought. ] I guess you're right. There are other places to use mouths. Like here -
[ Her lips press against Claude's abdomen again to leave a mark of adoration against his skin. Before her lips decide on the next place her fingers make work of the button of his pants, slowly wriggling them down his legs. Her lips find the inside of his thighs, pressing kisses to both of them, using her teeth to drag lightly against sensitive skin. ]
Or here.
[ She gazes up, eyes brimming with feigned innocence, the question she poses to the pair of them. ]
Anywhere else?
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Date: 2024-03-03 07:54 pm (UTC)Or himself, since when Claude finally pauses to find what it is he wants to say, he's already followed Hilda's gaze to Sylvain's repose - or what would be if it wasn't for that very active interest in what might come that. Something they share, though as Hilda's lips and teeth skim across his thighs in an echo of something from so many nights and far too many nights since the last, and what results is a not at all subtle sharp inhale when each press of her mouth sends shivers radiating. It's the realization of the latter combined with desire serves to derail his thoughts for a solid few seconds as he holds her gaze with all of it apparent.
There's an answer - an obvious one, and one obvious for more reasons than one as he suddenly realizes his hand had slipped unbidden from her face back into her hair wherever his fingertips could find to rest in her hairstyle - and it rests on the tip of his tongue for a moment to teeter back and forth. It isn't hesitation keeping him from but something else in mind when he's quick to answer before Sylvain does, with any luck. ]
Those are a good start, but I bet we can think of some other ones. [ And with a smirk cut sideways to where Sylvain's seated, he'll hold the other man's gaze if he catches it for a second before looking back to Hilda next. ] Or we could take some mercy on Sylvain - for now - and let him choose and see about earning some praise.
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Date: 2024-03-20 07:04 pm (UTC)[ Sylvain’s tone is playfully smug, but that doesn’t change the fact that his intent gaze is dark and hungry as he watches them together. Licking bitten lips, he lets his fingers continue to tease over the outline of his own cock, not giving himself more than that for the moment. ]
Let me see what you can do with that clever tongue of yours, Hilda. Take him in your mouth. Make him moan. He makes such pretty noises when you get him desperate.
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