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...mm, you can open them now.

[ and she sets him down in the grass. ]

[When he opens them, he's speechless for a moment as he looks around, taking it all in]

Oh... holy shit. Is this really ours??

Every last bit of it.

Honestly, it went beyond my wildest dreams. Which seems right, all told.

I can't believe it. It's-- I love it.

[Practically glowing, he wraps his arms around Shrike's waist and, with all the beef he could muster, lifts all 6 feet of her off the ground in a joyful hug]

[ a surprised, overjoyed laugh bubbles up from her throat, and she wraps her arms around his shoulders and his legs around his waist. ]

I love you.

[She's still tol so he has to crane his neck up to kiss her.]

Why don't we let the Feints take care of the candlelit dinner? I think we'll be busy for a bit.

That sounds perfect.

[ and she leans in to kiss him back, this time fully and deeply, weaving her hands into his hair. ]

[His Feint slips out of him, sneaking off to the kitchen and letting them have their privacy. Nero kisses back tenderly, taking Shrike over to the edge of the terrace to rest her seat on the railing - as strong as he is, she's a lot of compact muscle, and... well, he wanted to focus on kissing her.]

[ she sighs, in a light, pleased way, and smiles into it, leaning forward against him once she settles down onto the stone. all of this feels so luxurious—the space, the time to themselves, all the love between them?

her fingers trace gently down his neck, around his collar, to rest at the lapels, tugging him in. ]

[He lets himself be pulled in, resting his hands on her hips with a half lidded gaze and a soft smirk]

Now, if I could make any more of your dreams come true...?

[ illegal!!!

she shifts just slightly, anticipatory, leaning in a little further to murmur in his ear— ]

All I want—

All I want is you, in any and every way, but if I had to pick—is to kiss me senseless, bend me over the terrace and make love to me until I can barely walk.

Well... when you say it like that...

[He takes her by the jaw and pulls her in for a fierce kiss, a rough purr in his throat as he drags his teeth over her lower lip]

How can I say no t'my wonderful wife?

Mnnnnh—

[ she makes a whimper in the back of her throat and it’s hard not to just melt on the spot—but then she’s kissing him back in kind, passionate, toothy, aggressive. ]

You’re—every inch—a gentleman—

[There's a throaty laugh as he tears her coat off - maybe popping a few buttons and tearing a seam a he does so, before discarding it over the railing and into the ground below.]

No way-- I'm a devil in disguise.

[ oh that's hot—

meanwhile she sets to pushing his jacket off his shoulders, everything has got to go— ]

Well—good thing I love both—

[The jacket falls to the ground behind him, and he opens her shirt - not even waiting for it to be off before groping her breast in his hand, squeezing them roughly as he goes in for another kiss. Tongue probing, invading her mouth like he owns the place.]

[ that gives her heart a flutter, and she groans against his mouth, twining her tongue against his, eagerly; her hands go to pushing up the hem of his shirt to feel her way up the firm muscle. ]

[She can feel a deep, pleased hum reverberate in his throat from the heady rush of being felt up and explored. Even when he surfaces for air, he dives back in with renewed passion, stripping her top off so he let his hands roam all across her skin.]

[ she's happy to help by slipping her arms out of her bra straps, and at the next break for air, tugs his shirt all the way off, pressing against him and the warmth of his skin.

her kisses sloppily drift sideways to the corner of his mouth, then down his neck with a drag of her teeth, nipping at the skin. ]

[He inhales sharply, the feeling of teeth against his skin sparking a growing heat deep in his core. He turns his head to nip at her ear in return, hot breath down the nape of her neck as he purrs against her lobe.]

Now, how to best make this memorable...

[ she breathes out against his skin, and smooths her hands down his sides and hooking her thumbs in the band of his pants. ]

As if I could ever forget any of this.

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[His hands come to rest on her wrists, rubbing his thumb along the soft underside of her arm. Voice low, he murmurs into her ear,]

I think... if you wanna fuck on this terrace so badly, maybe I should tie you to it.

[ a sharp intake of breath, and a little whine in the back of her throat as she shivers— ]

I'm in your—very capable hands. So—fuck, please—

[Thank goodness this outfit comes with a bunch of belts

His grip on her wrists tightens. Giving her a cocky little smirk, he relishes the anticipation in her voice for a moment - before spinning her around and roughly slamming her down against the bannister, with her hands behind her back.]

You did pay for the place. You should enjoy the view.

[ holy shit

she has to catch her breath for a long moment, almost panting, and her heart's suddenly hammering in her throat. ]

You're—you're so good to me, how did I even manage...

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