[ his echo of her question has her grinning, familiar with the particular tone. not quite teasing but not full on flirtatious indignation either. to her, it's a voice of promise, of good things to come.
a lead up, just like his gloved caress along her bared shoulder, down her arm to her side, leather rubbing against the textured silk. goose flesh travels in the wake of his touch and her breath catches minutely when he leaves a featherlight kiss on her temple, her ear, and a gentle one to her cheek. she lets the shiver she'd been suppressing finally run through her, just in time to lean into the curl of his arm around her shoulders. still careful with her touch, she sets a small hand on his thigh, thumb idly tracing the side seam. ]
As far as I'm concerned, I already have more than the Queen.
[ which is...not totally true, but isn't untrue, either. Viago has said as much, about his own position—being Fifth Talon meant he wielded more power and influence than his father did, in this country. for her, much the same rings true; Antivan queens have never been toothless, but she carries more weight as Seventh Talon than royalty does.
(but maybe she has indulged in the ultimate fanciful daydream that Viago makes the bid for the throne he's considered in the past and decides to take her as his queen.) ]
I have you to warm me up, of course. [ she tilts her head back enough to look at him, giving him a warm but cheeky smile. ]
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a lead up, just like his gloved caress along her bared shoulder, down her arm to her side, leather rubbing against the textured silk. goose flesh travels in the wake of his touch and her breath catches minutely when he leaves a featherlight kiss on her temple, her ear, and a gentle one to her cheek. she lets the shiver she'd been suppressing finally run through her, just in time to lean into the curl of his arm around her shoulders. still careful with her touch, she sets a small hand on his thigh, thumb idly tracing the side seam. ]
As far as I'm concerned, I already have more than the Queen.
[ which is...not totally true, but isn't untrue, either. Viago has said as much, about his own position—being Fifth Talon meant he wielded more power and influence than his father did, in this country. for her, much the same rings true; Antivan queens have never been toothless, but she carries more weight as Seventh Talon than royalty does.
(but maybe she has indulged in the ultimate fanciful daydream that Viago makes the bid for the throne he's considered in the past and decides to take her as his queen.) ]
I have you to warm me up, of course. [ she tilts her head back enough to look at him, giving him a warm but cheeky smile. ]