[ Any phallus carved from wood and appropriately lacquered has done in a pinch, but it doesn’t make for the best option when attached to a harness, especially if they’re going to be attempting a variety of different positions — and she suspects, between the three of them, that might be the case.
She’s still faintly amused, mostly at his enthusiasm. ]
Should we see how much we can wring out of her before she’s too exhausted for more? [ Zadza is a natural part of it, but this can really be for their own shared enjoyment when all is said and done. ]
Mo aimitis, I have no intention of leavin' 'til both'a you are fully sated.
[An image passes through, more a memory than an intended goal, of her lounged back on their bed, sweaty and sticky, unable to shed that exhausted smile. Both of them knowing they'll need something to drink, eventually, but it just being Too Far, in the moment.]
I want you ta get what you want from it, as much as I do.
[It's not that he just wants some group sex. The point of the activity is sharing with her, as a couple. That's far different bird, in his book.]
Funny, that you think I'll let you go that easily, regardless.
[ She understands his meaning, but she's also rarely put herself in the position of being so exhausted, so limp and sweaty and in dire need of a bath. With more than one of those present in the castle, the luxury of washing afterward is more convenient — but she's not opposed to being pressed to her limits in that regard, especially with multiple partners. ]
I already have what I want. This is just an additional benefit.
[Fucking hell. She can feel the way her words make him melt into a stupid schoolboy. Oh, to be wanted like that. By her. Sweeney still has no idea how he got so lucky.]
Well, I--
[He loses the words, his mind increasingly filled by thoughts of being with her; just the pair of them being ridiculously domestic. Making out in the kitchen, oiling her in the tub, grinning at each other beneath a pile of blankets. Sweeney tries to refocus.]
I--I can let ya--I mean, I don't wanna intrude further. [It only leads to a more honed sentiment, and it arrives with focused clarity and a bit of cheek.]
You keep talkin' dirty like that, an' I'm gonna hav'ta hunt ya down far sooner.
[ He knows better than anyone — most here, in fact — that outward sentiment isn’t her usual instinct, that she often waits until they’re alone to express such things. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy finding ways to surprise him, deftly delivering more overt affection when he doesn’t expect it. ]
I’m not otherwise occupied.
[ Which is likely for the better, given what the conversation has turned to, but she smiles nevertheless. ]
So you’re saying I should find a vacant bedroom and lie in wait for you, is that it?
[Now, that is some sublime temptation, and Yennefer can feel the way it makes him tingle, thinking of her tucked away, just for him. God, it has his trousers starting to constrict uncomfortably. The impulse is to say yes, but then he has another thought to add.]
I'm sayin' that I'd very much like ta pleasure you. If that happens ta involve you lyin' it wait, I'll be there with bells on. Or if this is one'a those times you rather make me wait fer the sake of the Wantin', well...yer worth it.
[Of course, he prefers the former, but if it'd get her hotter, he'll put in the extra time.]
There is something to be said for delaying pleasure, and what greater things it can lead to.
[ If he's willing to go to the effort of making arrangements for this particular rendezvous, then she's certainly willing to reward him along similar lines — but she doesn't really intend to deny him, not when doing so would also deny herself.
On a purely selfish note, she also wants the respite of his company, far away from other eyes, where she can let her hair down, both literally and metaphorically. ]
But I don't see any reason to be withholding tonight, do you?
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[ Any phallus carved from wood and appropriately lacquered has done in a pinch, but it doesn’t make for the best option when attached to a harness, especially if they’re going to be attempting a variety of different positions — and she suspects, between the three of them, that might be the case.
She’s still faintly amused, mostly at his enthusiasm. ]
Should we see how much we can wring out of her before she’s too exhausted for more? [ Zadza is a natural part of it, but this can really be for their own shared enjoyment when all is said and done. ]
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[An image passes through, more a memory than an intended goal, of her lounged back on their bed, sweaty and sticky, unable to shed that exhausted smile. Both of them knowing they'll need something to drink, eventually, but it just being Too Far, in the moment.]
I want you ta get what you want from it, as much as I do.
[It's not that he just wants some group sex. The point of the activity is sharing with her, as a couple. That's far different bird, in his book.]
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[ She understands his meaning, but she's also rarely put herself in the position of being so exhausted, so limp and sweaty and in dire need of a bath. With more than one of those present in the castle, the luxury of washing afterward is more convenient — but she's not opposed to being pressed to her limits in that regard, especially with multiple partners. ]
I already have what I want. This is just an additional benefit.
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Well, I--
[He loses the words, his mind increasingly filled by thoughts of being with her; just the pair of them being ridiculously domestic. Making out in the kitchen, oiling her in the tub, grinning at each other beneath a pile of blankets. Sweeney tries to refocus.]
I--I can let ya--I mean, I don't wanna intrude further. [It only leads to a more honed sentiment, and it arrives with focused clarity and a bit of cheek.]
You keep talkin' dirty like that, an' I'm gonna hav'ta hunt ya down far sooner.
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I’m not otherwise occupied.
[ Which is likely for the better, given what the conversation has turned to, but she smiles nevertheless. ]
So you’re saying I should find a vacant bedroom and lie in wait for you, is that it?
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I'm sayin' that I'd very much like ta pleasure you. If that happens ta involve you lyin' it wait, I'll be there with bells on. Or if this is one'a those times you rather make me wait fer the sake of the Wantin', well...yer worth it.
[Of course, he prefers the former, but if it'd get her hotter, he'll put in the extra time.]
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[ If he's willing to go to the effort of making arrangements for this particular rendezvous, then she's certainly willing to reward him along similar lines — but she doesn't really intend to deny him, not when doing so would also deny herself.
On a purely selfish note, she also wants the respite of his company, far away from other eyes, where she can let her hair down, both literally and metaphorically. ]
But I don't see any reason to be withholding tonight, do you?
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I don't got one that puts 'nough weight on the scale ta keep me from yer side.
[They might as well get to brass tacks.]
You find a place ya like, an' I'll be there as soon as these twistin' halls allow.
[Hopefully, it won't be a problem.]