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There was something in the way he still held her chin in that controlling, but not overbearing grip, and the way his other teased down her body sent a pleasant thrill through her veins. Even his simplest touches never failed to make her heart flutter. “Oui, j'apprends. Je veux tout savoir.” She replied, a hint of frustration slipping into her words that she cannot yet understand everything he’s said to her, and doesn’t know the words to say everything she wants to in reply. But the irritation is lost almost immediately at the question he poses.

He wanted her to take a trip with him?

“Oh, oh Claude, yes!” She replied, buzzing with excitement. Breaking free of his grip to spin around, arms wrapping around his waist, looking up at him with adoration open in her soft brown eyes. “I would love going anywhere with you.” She had no idea of where he was going, but as long as she was by his side she knew she’d be happy.

Heat swam pleasantly through his veins hearing her reply back to him in his mother tongue with that hint of frustration lingering in her voice. It made his body throb with the deep desire to hear that frustration turn into a whine under his hands. Causing the fingertips gliding across her stomach to gently flex with a hungry grip. A younger Claude would have never been able to fathom being hungry for the same one over and over again. Now could not imagine a life that didn’t have her in every inch of it. “ Je n'ai même pas commencé à te montrer tout ce que je te réserve, mon délicieux petit amour.~” He cooed back with some small devious hope that she would only be able to understand a little of what he said. Still fully enjoying the tease of being able to say almost anything he wanted to her with Harriet only able to listen and imagine what was said.

The devil in him chuckling at the way she worded herself as she spun free in his grasp to face him. Amused that it wasn’t only in the bedroom that he could have her cooing those words for him. Petting one hand through her hair the other lovingly cupped her face against his palm. His dark sienna eyes pouring down into her more beautiful brown pair as he held onto this image of her happy face. “I want jeou to be with me everywhere I go, amour.” Savoring the words he never thought he would say or mean, as he made that promise to her. Running his thumb gently over the soft curve of her bottom lip as he held her close. “I can have our flight here in an hour. Do jeou zink jeou will be ready leave by zen?”

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Slowly Charles stirred the milk warming in the sauce pan on the stove as he silently awaited the dames answer to his question; subtly taking in every minute move she made as a means to better assess the woman beside him. Much like herself, the espion had heard a little about the hairdresser that Madilin had become acquainted with. Finding himself to be rather surprised to hear that she had also managed to somehow reign in the obviously title Incubus; however, pleased to know that for once the man would find something meaningful in this relationship. It did, of course, have him highly curious to meet anyone who could affect the Badeaux so vastly. Silently noting the way her own gaze traveled over him with a more openly curious stare, and doing nothing to say that he minded.

Despite his reclusiveness in the past to keep his face more thoroughly hidden; Charles had taken on a more laxed approach in the past year or more, when it came to the wearing of his mask. His surprisingly younger features not matching the aged look in his sea green eyes, or the matured way he held himself as he went about even the simplest of tasks. The long dark pompadour atop his head not quite the dark pitch black the seductive femme they both knew had. Instead a misleading shade of umber that, when caught in the light, held hints of warm hickory and maple. And despite all efforts, Charles could never keep the front from falling into his eyes while he worked.

Once a decision had been made, his uncharacteristically bare hands moved to the jar he stored the marshmallows' to tong out two large ones into her cup. “Gloves, mademoiselle. We use gloves.” A touch of humor tracing his tone, with the edge of his lip curling as he spoke with the ghost of a smirk. His gaze never straying from where his hands worked while he began to pour the hot milk next. Watching the way the marshmallows inside bubbled against the surface as the heat already began to melt them into a foam. “Jour sister is Johanna, oui?” Having of course heard some about this sibling as well along the grapevine that was Madilin’s gossiping lips; between the two of them, nothing was every private among the bases of Mann.

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“Can’t sleep?” - Harriet

💙 Knowing full well that her cousin was out for the next two days on a mission at some base somewhere miles from here, the leggy dame took the opportunity to venture across the hall where she hoped her newest of friends was home. Being more than familiar with the lonely feeling the nights often brought with them when she was in her large room alone, Madilin hoped to cheer herself and Harriet up by being her company for the night as she gave her cousins door a little knock. Normally she would be more apt to just slip in unannounced but with the various weapons she knew might be laying about his room, there was no saying how the little stylist might respond to someone suddenly appearing in the once was empty bedroom.

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HOLY CRAP THIS IS AMAZINGILOVEITSO MUCH

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🗺️ for human or dragon naut - the-wild-hare

🗺️ - Your muse is lost in an area my muse is familiar with.

Nautilus shook his head as he glanced about, the storm had come out of nowhere and was stronger than it should have been, damn chaotic magics at work. He was not anywhere near the coastline where he should be, the salty sea breeze nowhere to be smelt. He was in his human guise sense flippers would not be useful, hopefully it would not take to long to find a body of water he could relax in.

Taking off in a single direction he began to walk, sniffing the air a few times for even the lightest hint of the salt. Sighing he tucked his hands into his jackets poskets, "why can't life just give me a break?"

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🧊 - because Harriet absolutely would do something like that

Send “🧊” for your muse to touch my muse with cold fingertips.

There was something about the air being so still and silent that Dianna should have realized it meant that the universe was up to no good, as she stood with her back to the bases kitchen slowly stirring a bit of milk into her coffee, body disheveled as usual in the mornings when she first rolled out of bed. Even as her back prickled with her natural alarm system alerting her that someone was behind her, it was fast enough to warn her of the cold icy fingertips of death that were laid out against her back, causing her to let out a screeched yelp that nearly tossed her coffee everywhere. “MOTHAH OF FUCKIN’ HELL- What tha fuck Harriet?!!” Her angry cry turning into a seething growl as she turned on whoever it was that was brave enough to put anything cold on her, honestly thinking that it was probably Sam or one of her cousins cheeky enough to pull that kind of stunt.

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“Claude,” Harriet said, stretching out over the spies lap, setting her book to the side. “Do you think I would make a good spy?”

Besides the gentle taps of his fingers against the keys of his laptop, Claude’s, and now Harriet’s, bedroom was otherwise silent. The spy himself sat comfortably in his sleep pants with his long hair tied back and his back propped up against several satin pillows. With his hands busy and unable to touch Harriet the way he would like, the espion instead kept one of his legs resting under hers. Wanting that contact with her without disturbing either of them and what they were doing. Hearing his name though the bleu gave a brief glance before needing to slide his laptop forward to give his love room to stretch out over his lap. Closing the computer to set it aside with an amused quirk of his brow, Claude’s fingers worked lovingly through her hair in an affectionate stretch across her scalp. His rich sienna eyes lazily swimming over the beautiful woman in his lap with a twitch of a smile caressing his lips. “Do I zhink jeou could be capable of it? Perhaps. Pourquoi, amour? Zhinking of hanging up jeour sissors for a knife?”

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