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[She could feel herself relaxing against his body. He was so warm, and his hand...she squeezed his hand.

Her lips parted easily for him, and her tongue moved to glide against his. Maybe they needed to go to the couch or she needed to jump on him but...this was fine, it's fine.]

[With Caren pressing more of her weight into him, it does occur to Ozymandias that they ought to move this to the couch. At the rate she's going, he's going to end up supporting the majority of her weight, which is not a problem in of itself. Caren is, after all, quite small in stature and so it is really no challenge to him to support her. There is also something undeniably pleasing about having her this close that requires little explanation. But... It will eventually make kissing her a little more difficult if in resting against him, she begins to slip away from him.]

[There lies a few seconds between the moment it occurs to Ozymandias to when he chooses to do something about it. He's too caught up in the taste of the kiss, pulsing his tongue against hers to have more than a passing thought immediately. But before either of them can become completely breathless, Ozymandias moves the hand in his to his shoulder. He leaves the hand at his waist. The angle and intensity of his kiss changes as he bends down, the touch of their lips being a more fleeting thing than just a moment ago that requires her to give chase if she desires more. When he straightens again, he's scooped her up in his arms entirely, conceding the advantage of height to her and allowing it to break their kisses finally.]

To start, you said? [Ozymandias' voice is low. His lips curve into a grin.] Just how well-behaved do you think you've been that this is your starting point?

[Yeah she's a little too lithe to stay up on him without proper support. She was about to adjust her grip but then-

Oh. Looked like he thought the same thing, and bent- like one of those movie posters? She nearly laughed as she was teased, not chasing the kiss just yet as she's held in his arms, her hands loosely looping over his neck.]

Considering how bad I could be? The trouble I could make?

Very.

[She leaned in for a nuzzle rather then a full on kiss.]

But if that means you don't want to play with me until I'm asleep in your bed...

[Caren brings her lips close to Ozymandias once more, but doesn't entirely close the distance in another kiss. He turns his head, moving his lips towards her as she nuzzles at him, but likewise doesn't bring them to yet another kiss. There's a pull, of course. It's impossible for there not to be at this proximity of near-kiss, but Ozymandias allows for both of them to linger in that pull.]

Is that what you're truly looking for as a prize? [he teases,] A way into my bed?

[The nearness of them feels familiar at this point. She seeks him out again and again, and he finds her, but they hover in this liminal space between one thing and another. And there exists plenty of reasons to stay when they are so content in that space that they've made into their own. Even if they are temporarily forgotten, the reasons are always remembered the moment they come close to crossing over to something.]

[But it still begs the question of what do they want?]

[Ozymandias finds himself asking that of Caren again and again. (He's asked it again just now.) But she never seems to have much of an answer to give him. And neither does he when she asks him, though Caren's questions are never as direct. She goes looking for the limit instead, anticipating that one exists or ought to at the very least, and prepared to accept it when it inevitably appears.]

[He turns his head again to kiss her cheek rather than her lips. It's not a denial, but a return of her gentle affection.]

[This is like a game of chicken, or they're just teasing each other with this. A gentle touch, here and there, and knowing that both of them are drawn in to each other, and wanting.

Just like last time. Caren kept shying away before but now...now...she knew what she wanted before. And he wanted her too.

And of course he had to give her the cheek kiss with all of the tenderness of the world.

With a gentle huff, Caren reached up, and lightly smoothed his hair away from his eyes.]

And if I was? Would you hold it against me?

Or will you indulge us both?

[She leaned in. And just like him, no kiss on the lips-but on his cheek, returning affection with affection.]

[He's looking for them. He's looking for those signs of hesitation that always seem to linger at the edges of Caren's affections, those little tells that she possesses only the shape of what she wants but none of the confidence that she should have it. But Caren's fingers move through his hair and she presses a reciprocal kiss to his cheek, and there's no permission sought for either. There doesn't appear to be any sort of curl of anxiety after either.]

Even if it were my desire, you make it quite difficult to hold anything against you.

[Ozymandias still considers her for a moment rather than answering her question.]

[She had been so difficult to read when they first met. While transparent to the point it was obvious she was making attempts to manipulate him for the sake of testing the waters and gauging his reactions, her mind seemed entirely unknowable. Then little by little, she was hiding less and less. She shared herself with him. Caren allowed him to see her old wounds, her anxieties. She allowed herself to have concern and affection for him even when parts of her were telling it was unacceptable or perhaps even foolishly dangerous. Little by little, it seemed, Ozymandias came to know the woman in his arms right now; he came to respect and trust her, to value her far beyond what she initially offered him. Caren could never be a mere tool to him.]

[Not now.]

[Caren can likely intuit his response, his gaze leaving hers in favor of her lips. The kiss he gives her is a hungry declaration, leaving little ambiguity.]

[There were always those little tells before. The lack of confidence, the anxieties, the pulling back. But...she showed that this was being her, honest and direct. And she knows that for all that Oz is the king of kings...he is fair, and welcoming to her touches. And if he didn't, he would have told her, gently, perhaps sternly if it was unwelcome.

But they listened to one another. That was something valuable and precious.

Little wonder that she responded with ardor and hunger at the kiss, returning it was just as much fervor.

She clung to him, a hand buried in his hair, her knees against his waist and her other arm going over his shoulder, down his back. She didn't want to pull away from him for a good, long while if she could help it.

Though she might if she realized she was purring. Loudly.]

[With how loud she's purring, it's difficult to miss even with the distraction of her kiss and hands. But despite what a pleasing sound it is to hear her emitting, Ozymandias draws no attention to it. He knows how easily she becomes flustered over her more feline habits and instincts, and it seems kinder to simply let her have the moment.]

[With little disruption to the kiss, Ozymandias makes slight adjustments to his hold on her to keep her closer as he carries her out of the room and up the stairs. Hooking a foot on it, Ozymandias closes his bedroom door behind them. Mindful of wings and tail, Ozymandias untangles himself somewhat from her hold to lay Caren down on his bed, and their lips part from one another, giving them both a brief moment to catch their respective breaths.]

[One had at her waist moves down to trail over hip and the underside of her thigh as he brings his knee between her legs. Ozymandias hooks her leg back over his waist as he lowers himself over her. His lips find hers again, but he keeps the kisses shallow, breaking them off before they can deepen. His kisses begin to wander then, along her chin and neck. These kisses are gentle not because Ozymandias thinks of her as fragile, but rather because he knows well enough that even with as much as those wounds have healed there can still be lingering, unanticipated tenderness to them. As he kisses her, his fingers trail high on her thigh, even slipping into the tight space between where her leg presses against him.]

[She gets so flustered when her feline habits and instincts. She doesn't think that it's really cute at all.

What's mildly surprising is how quick he is to tote her off. But then-it's been months. They've been holding back, waiting for there to be a greater trust, affection between them and-

She's just going to try and concern herself with his throat, letting him see down the hallway-and not trip over his sphnix children.

And down she goes on the bed, only catching his lips for a few moments before he was tender against her throat, and chin. He did get a moment where she winced- the faint burn mark was more tender then she anticipated- but she still slid her hands up his arms, sliding over his back-careful and tender, in case of other lover mark-

She offered a delighted gasp as his fingers pressed up against her. After a few moments, she pressed down against his fingers, even as she moved to adjust her wings and tail. There. Now she could be sure they were out the way, and not likely to be pressed on.

And better yet-she could reach and try to pull their clothes off without thinking of such minor details. She needed Oz's shirt off, stat.]

[It takes only a few insistent motions with his shirt before Ozymandias pulls back enough that his shirt can both be removed and tossed aside. The kiss he returns to her with on her mouth is a touch less gentle than those he peppered along her neck, more insistent with his desire for her than anything else in the absence of needing to be mindful of potential tenderness. But rather than his hand returning to tease her along her leg, he reaches beneath her to undo clasps and knots at the back of her dress.]

[Oh, that's nice. She almost even gets a chance to grope him, her favorite! And then-oh.

Lovely kiss, but the dress was in the way. She pushed herself up, carefully, half distracted, still trying to kiss as she tried to show him the quick way to pop her dress open.

Which is basically pressing down firmly, going underneath the middle knot, and yanking up. She figured out how to put in an emergency pull off with her dresses early on, thank frick.

Which would more or less leave her in a underbust corset, and nothing else.]

[Thank the gods for Caren's forward-thinking because while Ozymandias is more than capable of summoning the patience for it, the complexity of the garments in this world realistically shouldn't be tolerated by anyone in their right mind. With her dress loosened, Ozymandias begins pulling it off her. His mouth trails after it as he exposes more of her skin, kissing and nipping on her shoulder down her collar bone and further still over the top of one of her breasts. Quite intentionally, he stops short to let her pull her arms free from their sleeves. With her arms free, Ozymandias tugs her dress down further to her hips, leaving it there for the moment as he looks at her.]

[He wants her. That much is plainly obvious with how much darker his eyes are with desire. But she is more than something to be desired. Caren is, in some ways, precious to Ozymandias. He does not treat nor look at her as a delicate or fragile, but she is undeniably important. And that is why it no matter how many times they have come close to this, Ozymandias has not crossed that line. She is not someone he is willing to so easily gamble with.]

Had I known that exactly this would be awaiting me, [he says as a hand lightly traces her curves.] I might have allowed you to seduce me sooner.

[Ozymandias kisses her a few times, his hand massaging her breast until he rolls her nipple between his fingers. When he breaks the kisses again, he stays close to her, keeping his voice low and quiet.]

Now that you've managed to find your way into my bed, what would you ask of Pharaoh?

[Honesty, if they plan for a tryst, she's just going to go for a simple robe and some fun lingerie. And maybe not the lingerie, if she's in a hurry.

Specially if touches her like this again. His lips feel like praise, and his touch feels like worship- and she feels wanted. That his eyes see her, and not just a beautiful woman in his bed.

And she sees him too- the man who she trusts, who she's opened to slowly and has become so precious to her despite herself. The depth of her feelings and desire is startling- it crept up on her, and maybe on him too.]

If I'd known that, I'd have just laid on your bed naked.

[It would have been easy. She reached down, and while she tried not not to squirm, she opened up, and threw the corset away.

She wanted to feel him against her skin, faded welts, whip marks, and all. The pain would be worth it. He could kiss all of it away. Her nipple had already pebbled under his grasp.]

Strip,

[She started off, and kissed him harder, her hands cupping his face. Sorry, kisses were distracting.]

I want to see everything, dear Pharaoh. If you give me a moment, I'll ravish you as much as you may desire.

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[The marks along her skin do not escape his notice altogether, but returning her kiss disrupts him from taking complete stock of what she has revealed to him for the moment. He does not pity her for any of it. Just because her hardships manifest in a far more tangible form like this does not give him any reason to break his promise to her months ago that he would never act towards her with pity.]

That is quite the promise to make to me, [he teases, pressing upon her lips a briefer kiss than the one she bestowed upon him.]

[He would kiss her for longer, but to remove the rest of his clothes, he needs to pull away from her more than he is at present. Thus, to indulge in that particular desire right now would be somewhat counterproductive. But there is more than just her lips that he can kiss and so Ozymandias begins a possessive trail down her chest and stomach. His kisses and nips against her skin go as low as he can, not shying away from the fading harms of the past, until angle and not wanting to indulge her too much just yet give him cause to abandon his conquest.]

[Besides, he has a request to fulfill and he does so, letting the rest of his clothes join the others now littering the floor or barely hanging on to the edge of the bed.]

One I'm quite willing to fulfill.

[She can feel herself smiling as she kisses him back. And while she'd be happy to draw him down, clothing and all, she wants to see. She wants to see everything he's willing to show her, and enjoy the view.

And give him back every kiss, every touch and nip he gave her just then. Just because she could-and not as a reward for fulfilling his promise. But first-she needed to see. His body was lovely, and if she didn't think it'd feed his ego over much, truly god-like. Servants really were lucky- they often were far more beautiful then a human ever good be.

She stood up, slowly, letting her dress fall to the floor, the corset fall completely to the bed. She still wore her panties but-she could easily pull the ribbons they kept them up in a moment or two.

First she had to come closer. Caren leaned in, kissing his chest-right where her face usually rested when they cuddled up close.]

You know, [She murmured as she started kissing and nipping his exposed chest, slowly working her way down,] It may become a requirement for you to be nude some visits.

[Her eyes flicked up as she sunk down to kiss his hips and thighs.]

Thought you ought to know.

[Unsurprisingly, there isn't even the faintest hint of shyness to Ozymandias as Caren looks him over before rising to her feet. She clearly doesn't need to say anything to fuel his ego. Although her intention of moving closer to him so very clearly differs from all the times and ways she's sought to be close, his hand still comes to rest at the small of her back. It trails for a moment along her side as Caren lowers herself, leaving her for a moment before brushing some of her hair aside to still see her eyes. The heat of her mouth against his skin stirs his desires.]

A requirement? [He chuckles.] Has indulging you just this once already managed to make you so greedy?

Not at all.

[His hand is warm. Comfortable. Soothing, for all his fingers made her want to lean in and squirm. She could blame the cat in her in enjoying attention and pets.]

Merely saving you from overheating.

[Her kisses and nips skip over a rather obvious spot, going down over his knees, his calves, before kissing the tops of his feet.]

I would be most vexed if you were unable to continue because you were too heated from your clothes and my fur. Even if clothed humping would be enjoyable.

[As she sinks lower, she moves beyond his reach and Ozymandias' hand falls away from her entirely, leaving their only point of contact to be with each kiss and nip along his legs. As one might expect, it only draws his attention more to what she decides to skip over and makes her teasing all the worse.]

You have quite the talent for making anything for your benefit sound like a kindness towards me.

[And yet, he does not seem to mind.]

[She's just being a big tease. But she kisses her way back up his legs, her hands coming up to caress his hips.]

Because it is, isn't it?

[She smiles up at him, her hand smoothing over his stomach. Cheeky thing.]

All flirtations aside-if I may?

[And she gestures towards. Well.

You know where.]

I was promised indulgences, was I not?

[And besides, teasing for too long just gets to be rude!]

So you were. But sometimes, I am polite.

[Caren are you ever really polite. Isn't that just teasing.

Still...she smiles, and leans in, raining kisses on his cock, hands moving down to grasp him. Well, one hand does. The other smooths over his hip as she starts licking and taking him into her mouth, bit by bit.

Seems she favors certain parts of his body, even if it's subconsciously.]

[He doesn't bother with pointing out that she's rarely if ever actually all that polite. It seems a terribly rude thing for him to do anyway, especially when each press of her lips is a show of goodwill in making good on her promise. Ozymandias' breath hitches subtly as she licks him. As finally her lips wrap themselves around him, his hand finds and covers hers on his hip.]

[Yeah it wouldn't be good to point it out right then. He might end up getting pinched for it.

Instead, she moved her hand so their fingers could intertwine.

Don't tease her for being romantic Oz, not when she's slowly working her mouth over warm skin.]

[Ozymandias allows their fingers to intertwine when her hand shifts. He has no reason or need to tease her for the action, not when he was the one to first seek out her hand. That sort of intimacy, it seems, has been there for a while now between the two of them and it is a natural, easy thing to do. It would perhaps be more alien and discomforting now for the two of them to be detached from one another.]

[As she takes more of Ozymandias' cock into her mouth, he begins running the fingers of his other hand through her hair in wordless praise.]

[It's something she'll remember later-the sensation of their fingers intertwined as she tastes him. The stroking of her hair has her lean in, and nuzzle him-more cat-like then she meant to, pressing against his hand.

It was fine. She pulled back though, trying not to choke-or reveal one of her cat-like behaviors.

And to cover it up, she pressed forward again, establishing a slow rhythm. No need to rush. The fact they were doing this was enough.]

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