Oh, she can't help but burst with laughter as she speaks― going pink at his boldness, at his hindsight offering such clarity. She turns a gleeful, glittering blue eye over her shoulder to peek at him before whirling around on stocking feet to sweep him into her embrace.
"―you're too much," Adeline declares warmly, leaning in to steal a kiss along the edge of his mouth. "and worse yet, you're right! How cruel of me to do such a thing to my guest."
And then she's changing places, gently rearranging him into being lead in a different way― with her hands on his lapels, as if intending to affectionately back him into a corner.
"Cross my heart, I'll make it up to you. I've a reputation as a hostess to uphold!"
[He lets himself be backed up, amused by her reaction.]
Well, if you insist on making it up to me...
[He's hardly going to say no to that.]
You could start by undressing properly once we get to... wherever you're taking me.
[Connor actually doesn't know if he's being led to the bedroom or just a random wall at this point, but he's starting to care less about the "where" and more about the "when".]
Ada beams girlishly, continuing to walk him backward; soon enough, the appearance of his surroundings has shifted from the little hall to a bedroom― still in the process of being populated, though the little decor it held was suiting to her. Flowers and a few small bottles of gleaming coloured glass adorn an otherwise unimpressive wooden vanity, with a collection of cozy and colourful blankets livening the similarly-composed bed a touch.
And then her fingertips are exploring, bringing clothes away from skin to neatly cast them aside, leaving his tie about his neck as a playful token― before allowing her touch to find his belt-buckle, moving to unclasp it as she sinks to the floor in a pool of skirts. She gestures to the bed behind him, giggling quietly from her place on her knees.
"―don't worry― I'm not going to make you stand. I've tortured you plenty, haven't I?"
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"―you're too much," Adeline declares warmly, leaning in to steal a kiss along the edge of his mouth. "and worse yet, you're right! How cruel of me to do such a thing to my guest."
And then she's changing places, gently rearranging him into being lead in a different way― with her hands on his lapels, as if intending to affectionately back him into a corner.
"Cross my heart, I'll make it up to you. I've a reputation as a hostess to uphold!"
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Well, if you insist on making it up to me...
[He's hardly going to say no to that.]
You could start by undressing properly once we get to... wherever you're taking me.
[Connor actually doesn't know if he's being led to the bedroom or just a random wall at this point, but he's starting to care less about the "where" and more about the "when".]
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And then her fingertips are exploring, bringing clothes away from skin to neatly cast them aside, leaving his tie about his neck as a playful token― before allowing her touch to find his belt-buckle, moving to unclasp it as she sinks to the floor in a pool of skirts. She gestures to the bed behind him, giggling quietly from her place on her knees.
"―don't worry― I'm not going to make you stand. I've tortured you plenty, haven't I?"