[ Her voice is a bit muffled, but that's because she's keeping a pocky between her lips and waving it up and down expectantly, towards him of course. ]
[That sure is a stick of strawberry Pocky. In Marie's mouth. Pointed directly at him.
Sanson just stares at it as though he can't believe his eyes.]
Er...yes, but if you want to play... [He may be dumb but he's not THAT dumb to miss all the hints. So he's going to approach, lean forward, and bite the other end of the stick. This feels awkward.]
[He can feel his face - no, his very being - suddenly warm up as Marie bites her pocky stick, which brings her nearer. Luckily for Marie, Sanson isn't too competitive and is content to follow her lead. Unsure of where to put his hands, he simply shoves them into his pockets.
There is no escaping her stare as he takes another bite of the stick between them. Sanson feels like a moth drawing toward a flame - knowing something awaits him at the end but being too enthralled to stop himself from approaching. At least a fiery death wasn't the aim of this game. Still, it's so odd, making a game out of eating biscuit sticks that results in kissing.]
[ Bravely enough to bring an entire army down, Marie moves on when he does, biting through another chunk of the stick, by now one bite closer to the half in which they're going to meet.
She's so tempted to grab his face and consume all the rest to finally give him a sweet smooch, but she opts to hold back. The payoff will be much nicer if she waits a bit longer. Her eyes mellow a bit, looking at him with clear and innocent affection. ]
[She is so brave...because all Sanson does is wait for her to make her move before making his. Is it shyness? Or is it because he doesn't want to seem too eager for a kiss? It might be both, along with allowing her the pleasure of initiating the impending kiss. The look in her eyes is just begging for it.
The corners of his mouth move up into a somewhat dorky grin as if giving Marie his full permission to proceed, and bites his way a little closer to her, allowing her to consume the rest of the pocky stick and get her reward.
If this was defeat, he doesn't mind. He doesn't mind at all.]
[ Although Sanson was hardly a challenge, all Marie can think of is those lips inching closer and closer, her goal in plain sight. It's hard to avoid squinting at them and still looking into his eyes instead. Even so, she can almost feel the dorkyness radiating from him, proving to her that he's enjoying the game after all. Very good. She didn't want him to get super embarrassed the whole time.
The last bit is hers, apparently. Victory! Her teeth grab onto it, she chews quickly, and then claims her prize immediately after, seizing his face in both her palms.
Closing her eyes at last, she kisses Sanson straight on the lips, firm and definitely sweet. ]
[Well, as it turns out, letting Marie have her way was totally worth it. Sanson is still embarrassed, but some of it has ebbed away to give way to a bit of excitement, knowing she was so close to smooching him. That excitement he tries to bury under the guise of simply going with whatever Marie wanted.
She consumes the biscuit, grabs his face, and kisses him. He closes his eyes, brings his arms around her waist, and revels in the sensation, letting her have her victory and as much of it as she wants. Her lips taste faintly of strawberry, with a hint of biscuit. As far as he's concerned, that's a bonus.]
[ The wait was definitely worth this moment. Marie sighs softly, humming pleasantly as she carries on with the kiss, pressing much closer to him and smiling against his lips when his arms make their way around her waist, making her feel treasured and protected. It's such a wonderful thing to feel while she's exhanging something so precious with him.
Her arms soon move and make their way around his neck, and she dips into the sensation some more, not ending the kiss just yet. ]
[When he feels her smile with her mouth on his, he can't help but do the same, grinning. A chuckle bubbles up from his throat, muffled by their ongoing kiss. Sanson half-expected Marie to pull away with the game over and having claimed her prize, but he's learning quickly that she's simply not like that.
He kisses her right back, holding her close. There is no doubt that he does treasure her, very much, and for many more reasons than her kisses or the need for Chroma or the way she can make him dance to her tune.]
[ It won't end just yet, that's for sure! Or if it does, he better be ready for more. She maintains her lips glued to his, spurred on by the sweet taste of pocky and her own whims taking over reason.
It'll be a while before she breaks away just for air, peppering his lips with more breathless pecks, giggling. ]
My, we have always ended up like this lately. At least this time it is a bit more justified, hmm?
[They say Servants don't get drunk easily. Tell that to Sanson, who's feeling a bit intoxicated with the affection Marie has lavished on him, and for a moment looks so dazed he might not have been able to distinguish his right from his left. Finally, he also takes this time to breathe a little but also allowing Marie to keep pecking his lips as much as she wants.
At this point, it might be accurate to say that his lips are the property of Marie Antoinette.
But realizing how many times they wound up like this - kissing each other to their heart's content and often losing track of everything else around them in the process - makes Sanson blink and suddenly feel a bit embarrassed.]
W-Wait, then those other times... [Were they not justified? Was Sanson beginning to push his limits? He holds up his hands with trepidation.] Were they too much? I'm sorry if they were...
Non, you silly man, that is not what I meant. Maybe I used the wrong word.
[ She shakes her head, ready to debunk his belief that he was ever a nuisance or too forward. The whole time she's still leaning in close to him. ]
Those kisses we had were ridden with impulse and passion. We did not usually predict that we were going to kiss before we did so. [ Whether it's because of the moon's influence or just out of sheer instinct doesn't matter. Most of what they do is pretty much unplanned. ] But this kind of games sets people up to kiss each other as an obvious outcome. We decided to play knowing full well we would end up like that. It was predictable, unlike the past times.
[Yeah, he's tempted to start kissing her even though he didn't even have a pocky biscuit in his mouth, but he holds back and allows her to speak.
She was right, though. Whenever they kissed, it usually happened in the middle of something else. Most of the time, at least one of them was in the grips of their respective moon and just fell into the desires borne from the influence of either Cordis or Iris. And while Sanson found himself, more often than not, constantly bearing a seed of a desire to kiss Marie, it wasn't something he acted upon until passion or the moons intervened.]
I...I see. [When Marie used the word "justified", Sanson's stupid self-loathing brain jumped into thinking that their other kisses were not justified.] Now that you mention it...it's different, but it's not bad. It's...
[He pauses.]
You don't mind being more predictable sometimes, then?
[ Pretty unfortunate that she has to be careful with words sometimes, because Sanson's low opinion of himself can be something of landmine in certain situations. But Marie is serene right now, having clarified her words as nicely as she could. ]
Non, I do not. To be quite honest, I do not care about the context in which we engage in kissing. [ She ruffles his hair. ] Whether it is predictable or not, what matters is that it feels good, warm, and lovely.
[ In reality, she grew pretty addicted to the gesture. Not only with Sanson, but other people. It just feels quite special with him for... some reason. ]
[He has such a low opinion of himself that at times, it's easy to disguise whatever he feels for her by simply saying she has a wide array of admirers to choose from. By putting himself down.
But then she tells him that kissing him feels good, warm and lovely. Three things he never would have imagined could be attributed to him. He's floored, and just stares at her.]
R-Really? You feel that way...kissing me?
[Well, for his part, he's starting to feel like kissing anyone else would be a grave insult to his feelings. He's beginning to reserve all his kisses for Marie.]
[ Unlike him, she would kiss everyone in this city if she could, capable as she is to separate romance from affection and sex. Sanson is very much special, because even though they never got further intimate than kissing she feels truly satisfied everytime they're together. It would be nice to keep things this way - a delicate yet beautiful balance between them. ]
Oui.
[ She says that with confidence, and gives him another peck on the lips. ]
[There's a split second where he's silent, digesting the fact that Marie had affirmed this confidently. Finally it sinks in, and he beams at her.
She meant every word she said, no doubt about it. And it makes his heart swell. The peck on his lips seals the deal, as it were, and the idea of all this makes him laugh. Not just because it seems so unlikely, but because...he can't deny that what Marie said made him feel good, like maybe he can truly become much more than the erstwhile, infamous Monsieur de Paris. Sanson could almost cry in relief and elation right now.]
No need to thank me. [ Softly, she keeps his face in her hands and gives pecks to both his cheeks. ] If you wish me to demonstrate just how much I enjoy kissing you... perhaps we could play some more?
[ The box of pocky reappears in her hand, and she's giving him a cheeky smile. ]
Ah... [His voice catches in his throat at the sight of the box, and he laughs again, softly. This game may still be weird, but if Marie wants to keep playing it and kissing him in the process, who was he to turn her down.]
Your wish is my command, my queen. I guess...it's my turn?
[Sanson dips into the box, and takes out a stick, placing one end between his lips and holding out the other toward her, an impish glint in his eyes.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
[Sanson says flatly but deep inside, at this point, he will seize any excuse to kiss her again AND NOT WITH A GUILLOTINE.]
no subject
[ Her voice is a bit muffled, but that's because she's keeping a pocky between her lips and waving it up and down expectantly, towards him of course. ]
no subject
[That sure is a stick of strawberry Pocky. In Marie's mouth. Pointed directly at him.
Sanson just stares at it as though he can't believe his eyes.]
Er...yes, but if you want to play... [He may be dumb but he's not THAT dumb to miss all the hints. So he's going to approach, lean forward, and bite the other end of the stick. This feels awkward.]
no subject
[ Good boy, very smart - he got it without her saying much else. Marie grins a bit as he comes in closer and starts playing.
As a result, she also bites her other end of the pocky, staring straight into his eyes. ]
no subject
There is no escaping her stare as he takes another bite of the stick between them. Sanson feels like a moth drawing toward a flame - knowing something awaits him at the end but being too enthralled to stop himself from approaching. At least a fiery death wasn't the aim of this game. Still, it's so odd, making a game out of eating biscuit sticks that results in kissing.]
no subject
She's so tempted to grab his face and consume all the rest to finally give him a sweet smooch, but she opts to hold back. The payoff will be much nicer if she waits a bit longer. Her eyes mellow a bit, looking at him with clear and innocent affection. ]
no subject
The corners of his mouth move up into a somewhat dorky grin as if giving Marie his full permission to proceed, and bites his way a little closer to her, allowing her to consume the rest of the pocky stick and get her reward.
If this was defeat, he doesn't mind. He doesn't mind at all.]
no subject
The last bit is hers, apparently. Victory! Her teeth grab onto it, she chews quickly, and then claims her prize immediately after, seizing his face in both her palms.
Closing her eyes at last, she kisses Sanson straight on the lips, firm and definitely sweet. ]
no subject
She consumes the biscuit, grabs his face, and kisses him. He closes his eyes, brings his arms around her waist, and revels in the sensation, letting her have her victory and as much of it as she wants. Her lips taste faintly of strawberry, with a hint of biscuit. As far as he's concerned, that's a bonus.]
no subject
Her arms soon move and make their way around his neck, and she dips into the sensation some more, not ending the kiss just yet. ]
no subject
He kisses her right back, holding her close. There is no doubt that he does treasure her, very much, and for many more reasons than her kisses or the need for Chroma or the way she can make him dance to her tune.]
no subject
It'll be a while before she breaks away just for air, peppering his lips with more breathless pecks, giggling. ]
My, we have always ended up like this lately. At least this time it is a bit more justified, hmm?
no subject
At this point, it might be accurate to say that his lips are the property of Marie Antoinette.
But realizing how many times they wound up like this - kissing each other to their heart's content and often losing track of everything else around them in the process - makes Sanson blink and suddenly feel a bit embarrassed.]
W-Wait, then those other times... [Were they not justified? Was Sanson beginning to push his limits? He holds up his hands with trepidation.] Were they too much? I'm sorry if they were...
no subject
[ She shakes her head, ready to debunk his belief that he was ever a nuisance or too forward. The whole time she's still leaning in close to him. ]
Those kisses we had were ridden with impulse and passion. We did not usually predict that we were going to kiss before we did so. [ Whether it's because of the moon's influence or just out of sheer instinct doesn't matter. Most of what they do is pretty much unplanned. ] But this kind of games sets people up to kiss each other as an obvious outcome. We decided to play knowing full well we would end up like that. It was predictable, unlike the past times.
[ She grins. ] That is what I was talking about.
no subject
She was right, though. Whenever they kissed, it usually happened in the middle of something else. Most of the time, at least one of them was in the grips of their respective moon and just fell into the desires borne from the influence of either Cordis or Iris. And while Sanson found himself, more often than not, constantly bearing a seed of a desire to kiss Marie, it wasn't something he acted upon until passion or the moons intervened.]
I...I see. [When Marie used the word "justified", Sanson's stupid self-loathing brain jumped into thinking that their other kisses were not justified.] Now that you mention it...it's different, but it's not bad. It's...
[He pauses.]
You don't mind being more predictable sometimes, then?
no subject
Non, I do not. To be quite honest, I do not care about the context in which we engage in kissing. [ She ruffles his hair. ] Whether it is predictable or not, what matters is that it feels good, warm, and lovely.
[ In reality, she grew pretty addicted to the gesture. Not only with Sanson, but other people. It just feels quite special with him for... some reason. ]
no subject
But then she tells him that kissing him feels good, warm and lovely. Three things he never would have imagined could be attributed to him. He's floored, and just stares at her.]
R-Really? You feel that way...kissing me?
[Well, for his part, he's starting to feel like kissing anyone else would be a grave insult to his feelings. He's beginning to reserve all his kisses for Marie.]
no subject
Oui.
[ She says that with confidence, and gives him another peck on the lips. ]
I truly do.
no subject
She meant every word she said, no doubt about it. And it makes his heart swell. The peck on his lips seals the deal, as it were, and the idea of all this makes him laugh. Not just because it seems so unlikely, but because...he can't deny that what Marie said made him feel good, like maybe he can truly become much more than the erstwhile, infamous Monsieur de Paris. Sanson could almost cry in relief and elation right now.]
Thank you...that means a lot to me.
no subject
[ The box of pocky reappears in her hand, and she's giving him a cheeky smile. ]
no subject
Your wish is my command, my queen. I guess...it's my turn?
[Sanson dips into the box, and takes out a stick, placing one end between his lips and holding out the other toward her, an impish glint in his eyes.]
no subject
[ She waits for him to prepare the pocky stick, then dips in without hesitation.
The evening is spent pleasantly between the sweet taste of chocolate and eager, likewise sweet kisses. ]