gimme 28. holding someone by the waist for weavepop right NYEOW 🤲🏻
28. pulling someone in by the waist
(Hmmmmm this has me thinking about a bene placito, and maybe something that happened that night before during their party...)
Gale scurries around the house, weaving in and around their friends and family as he attends to their needs. A mage hand follows him holding a bottle of white wine while his two hands hold a red and a port, anxiously ensuring that nobody is wanting tonight.
Unfortunately, Poppy is wanting. Her husband, specifically. It's not any specific person's fault that they have yet to be able to sneak away tonight. The one bad side of being a good host to a spirited Midwinter party is that they have been very busy.
Poppy knows he wants to as well, she was more than aware of his eyes on her when she came downstairs as their first guests arrived, wearing a dress that had his eyes locked on her cleavage from the moment she was in eyeshot. And seeing him in his trim suit and flushed with a good time has her ogling her husband openly. Gods, she wants him.
It's an age before she's able to make a move, their guests continuing to be frustratingly lovely and talkative. But finally, hours into the party, Poppy is able to pounce. In the split seconds after one of Morena's bridge friends leaves Poppy to find more canapes to nibble on, Gale walks by.
Poppy, without missing a beat, wraps one of her arms around his waist and turns him just through the door that leads to the open stairwell of the tower. With the momentum, she expertly spins Gale around so that he pins her with her back to the wall and they are, for now, alone.
Gale huffs as he lands, startled by her maneuver but the moment he notices it's her he flushes even more than he already is. Grabbing his waist with her other hand, she pulls him into her wordlessly, snuffing all words that could possibly fall out of his mouth.
Gods, he's already hard, she thinks as she feels Gale grind into her abdomen incessantly, both of his hands shooting down to grope her ass. Her straining arousal finally sings as he consumes her, Poppy wishing desperately for his hands on her bare skin.
And hells this moment is over too soon, Poppy breaking away the moment they hear their names called by Morena's distinct voice. Gale whines and continues to grind against her, lips pouting with her red lipstick smeared all over them.
"We'll find the time, love," Poppy murmurs, prestidigitating the lipstick off his lips. "Now, go help your mum. A prestidigitation can't reapply my lipstick."
As a goodbye, Gale pulls her in again, breathing in deeply as he sucks at the soft spot under her ear, surely leaving a bruise there that will be covered up by her hair. He adjusts himself, and strides back into the dining room, but not without one last heated and longing glance thrown her way.
Poppy quietly steps downstairs to the foyer where a mirror is mounted over a sideboard. Pulling her hair aside, she does indeed find a faint pink mark that will surely bloom into something darker as the evening goes on. Otherwise, it's as though nothing had occurred between her and her husband just now, except for the smearing of lipstick on her face. She grins, and feels another bolt of heat go straight to her core, thinking of how her and Gale will be able to fall into each other once everyone is gone.
