denton | (18) And let me get your head on the conjugal bed.

(18) And let me get your head on the conjugal bed.

( For as cheerful and sociable Irisviel typically was, he could tell when his wife was feeling out of place. And he could hardly blame her. He never was meant to act as a representative of the Einzbern family, amidst the upper echelons of magus society. He certainly did not care for their rules or rituals, their attitudes, or the politics that came with them. He never knew what to say, or how to act around them. So, he simply refrained. Gravitating towards the back of the room, making himself invisible among the crowd.

But oh, how he would step up for his wife. Clasping her hand into his own, once he noticed her trapped in a particularly uncomfortable conversation. Asking to excuse her when he found an opening. His tuxedo itched against him as he guided her towards a slightly less crowded area of the room, reaching out a hand to slide a piece of hair behind her ear. )

You looked like you needed some space.

( And thankfully, he thinks he knows where he could take her if she really wanted out. But ultimately, it was up to her if they should proceed. )

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[The problem Irisviel was running into... well, okay, there were a few of them, but perhaps the top of them all was that her views on most things, especially how people interacted with each other, were largely shaped by her relationship with Kiritsugu.

Who lived with a set of ideals which were basically diametrically opposed to those of most magi.

So trying to deal with people who basically embodied everything he'd come to despise about the average magus was becoming rather trying, and frankly, she saw exactly why he had such trouble dealing with them. She kept finding herself wanting to muss the immaculately coifed hair of this blowhard into a complete mess just so he'd show some emotion other than smugness towards her, only for her husband to swoop in and free her from the interaction with his customary timeliness. Sighin in relief, she leaned into his touch as he fixed her hair.]

Mmmm... a little less people around would be nice, at least for a bit.

[Less of these sort of people, she would have said, but right now... she really did just want it to be the two of them. At least for a moment. Just enough to get her composure properly back...]

( For as small the gesture was, the act was therapeutic for him. He always enjoyed playing with and running his hands through his wife's hair, the sensation spurred on with the way Iri's face lit up in his presence. As she leaned into his touch, his hands lingered, sliding a thumb against her temple, massaging gently against her. )

You think anyone would miss us if we disappeared?

( He remarked, both impish and coy. Kiritsugu could really care less about what anyone else here actually thought, and wasn't above removing his wife from the room altogether. Stealthily, of course. His eyes are already scanning the room for uncrowded areas to piece their way out. )

[That suggestion made her grin, feeling a touch mischievous... okay, more than a touch. Her eyes flickered over the crowd. Most everyone seemed pretty occupied with each other.]

Not if we're only gone a short time.

[Right, they were only going to disappear for a few moments, surely. Just long enough to regather themselves before going once more unto the breach. It wasn't like they'd just vanish completely from the party, not at all.]

I don't see any open exits... [That is to say, ones without anyone by them who would notice. But he was always much better with that sort of thing than her.]

Hm. It's going to be a trial for sure, but I think we can manage.

( Which is to say, it'll take some maneuvering. )

If we can gradually navigate towards the exit, we could probably slip away unnoticed. If someone asks, I'm excusing you to the powder room.

( A phrase he's able to say wholly and unironically. K-Kiritsugu, are u for real rn? )

[It's a ridiculous statement, and she has to bite her lip to keep from laughing, but the advantage of a party like this is that nobody's going to question it.]

I can almost not believe I'm saying this, but thank goodness for high-class manners.

( Oh, good. He's brightened the mood already. Seeing the way her eyes light up, how she has to contain her giggling. Frankly, he's achieved his goal already. )

Well then, allow me to be your escort for the evening.

( And with that, he extends his hand out to hers, before gently guiding her through the room. )

For my life.

[She smiles at him and presses herself against his side, taking his hand as well.

The two of them make their way basically unnoticed through the party, unsurprising when everyone around them has their own agenda and it doesn't usually involve either of them. The Einzberns, sometimes, but most of those conversations Iri's already had.]

( Once they make their way past the crowds and down the hall, he leads her into a small foyer, not too far off from when they first arrived the evening. As Kiritsugu had suspected, the room was desolate, giving them a modicum of privacy, taking the opportunity to seat Iri against the settee, large and plush. )

Take as long as you need, my love.

( He says, taking the seat beside her. He's in no rush to return. )

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[Sighing in relief when they get out of the main room, she lets him guide her to the seat and sinks into it.]

Thank you, beloved. Those people are... so tiring.

[There has to have been someone else who this duty could have been better suited to. But Acht chose them, for whatever reasons the old man does anything.]

Come sit with me, darling. [She opens her arms for him, eager for a little more in the way of contact from her beloved.]

( He wasn't even going to pretend. When they were alone, he was about as eager for her touch as she was his, and welcomes the invite. Inching up closer towards her, slipping his arms around her waist. )

Seems as though I'll have to give Acht a talking to.

( Starting fights with Acht? A pastime for him, frankly. If it was just him, perhaps that would have been one thing. He wouldn't have enjoyed it, but... what? The audacity of him to put Irisviel out of her comfort zone. He has WORDS, Iri!!! )

Feeling better, at least?

( And, with that, he rests his chin against her shoulder. )

[Naturally, she laughed brightly at that, knowing exactly what to expect out of those two clashing.]

I still can't believe he thought we were the best choice to go. Surely there must have been members of the family who were clamoring for a chance, right?

[Or maybe the entire Einzbern family agrees with them about these blasted things but they have to keep up appearances.]

Definitely better. [Her arms envelop him and pull him in close to her, and she lays a kiss on his forehead.] Just getting out of there worked wonders. Thank you, love.

I'm sure he thought sending the newlyweds would paint a rosy portrait of the family, don't you think?

( Which is to say, it's all about appearances with him. Not that Kiritsugu cares!!! If they were to be chastised for bailing the party, well, it's Acht's fault for sending the two family members with the least interest in being here.

When she places a kiss against his forehead, he simply leans forward, murmuring against her neck. )

Don't you think our hosts would become angry with us for, ah, canoodling?

( He teases her, nuzzling and tickling her with his stubble. )

[The image of the two of them being used as a positive impression for the family is so absurd she can't help but giggle at it. But, he's probably right.]

He must have been overjoyed to have a use for us.

[Besides the obvious, of course.

As for his "warning"...]

Nonsense. If we were sent here because we are happy newlyweds, isn't that precisely what we should act like?

[Malicious compliance to the maximum. She titters as his little hairs tickle her skin and moves her hand up to stroke his hair encouragingly.]

Ah, you mean to show everyone that we really, truly belong to each other. ( That's a stupidly impish smirk right there. And in a lower register, adds: ) How could I argue with logic like that?

( I mean, he could. He really ought to. But does Kiritsugu look like the kind of man to interrupt his wife while she's scheming? N o.

Gliding a hand up to her face, he places a finger over her lips, as if to shush her. )

Just do your best to keep things down, alright?

( He might have a few ideas for that, but for now, his lips wrap around a soft piece of flesh of her neck, padding against her with his tongue. )

Well, if they have any doubts at this point, we're going to have to be very certain to set them to rest, aren't we?

[As if anyone had any doubts after spending more than a few minutes in their company.

But she chuckles, and nods her head slightly in response to his insistence.]

Of course, dear. We wouldn't want to be caught, right?

[And that "right" turns into a low groan as he starts to suckle at her neck like that.]

( He's quite keen to indulge her. So much-- in fact, that he lifts his lips from her neck for half a second, murmuring against her. )

I can't say I'll make it easy on you. ( Said, shifting a hand, placing it atop her breast. ) Are you alright with that?

( It was the sort of comment he knew would make her giddy. His hand begins pawing at the cushy weight of her breast, feeling for her tit through the satin, allowing the fat to simply mold against his hand, as his lips return to her supple neck. This time, allowing his teeth to scrape against her skin. )

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[Naturally, his mixture of warning and promise only encourages her. She hums in enjoyment of his attentions and runs her fingers down his back.]

I wouldn't expect anything less.

[Really, it would be disappointing if he held back. The feel of his fingers at her breast makes her sigh, which becomes a gasp when he brings his teeth to bear. Her hand clutches a bit at his back.]

( Well, she can't say he didn't warn her. But that does give him permission to act more boldly than he had prior, making to shift his knee between her legs, considering himself curious, wanting to see how long she could last.

He cannot help but smile against her when he feels her hands trailing down his back, opting to reach behind her with his free hand, tugging down the zipper of her dress while he remains preoccupied with her breast, showing some measure of ambidexterity. His teeth, too, nip at Iri's neck, idly pulling at the skin. )

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[Really, his warnings basically amount to encouragement in her eyes. She wants nothing more than to just pretend it's the two of them alone for a few moments.

The feeling of his knee pressing into her so firmly feels like a very, very good choice right now. She restrains herself from actually moaning out, but a gentle, warm sigh leaves her lips. His hand on her breast, the way she feels it about to slip out of her dress, makes it even more difficult to restrain herself, but that's the entire point, after all.

As the zipper slides past them, Iri pushes her chest forward a bit, and her breasts heave once, and then pop out, the one he's not fondling bouncing in front of his face.]

( This isn't quite how he imagined things would go. His gentle teasing against Iri's neck, suddenly and violently interrupted by her breast whacking his cheek, causing him to bite down hard against her supple flesh. He pulls away-- not wanting to hurt her further, leaving a bright red mark against her neck.

Well.

Perhaps he ought to direct his attention elsewhere, starting by ghosting a gentle kiss against the mark, and trailing downward: to her shoulder, then wrapping his lips around her nipple, suckling against her gingerly. His hand, too, works against the unattended breast, twisting her skin between his fingertips, as his knee grinds against her panties. )

[Oh dear, her rebellious boob attacked her poor, defenseless husband! And his response gets a sharp cry from her, but honestly, it's not entirely one of pain... a little, yes, but that also felt oddly good. Not to mention, a part of her notes that what he just did is going to leave quite the mark on her.

Oh she's going to love finding ways to "subtly" show that off.

His lips ghost over the bite mark almost as if in apology, making her giggle a little. But then he moves lower, and her noises change significantly, to sharp gasps and low murmurs of pleasure. He's paying attention to her just about everywhere, and oh is her body responding to it. This is wonderful.]

( It's always difficult for him to hide such things. The cry does worry him, so much that he's shifting his focus rapidly, eager to instead keep up her pleasurable moans and wistful sighs as something of a goal. His lips lingering, latched around her pert nipple, making to roll his tongue against her areola. Putting his hands to use, he peels at her dress to reveal more of her, managing to push it down to her knees. Hopefully, he thinks, she should manage the rest of it on her own.

The motion instills a certain thrill in him, he had to admit. More than the sight of Iri's nudity, simply, was the sense of belonging. That his being intermingled with her own. It was hard not to simply bask in the sensation. They completed each other, did they not?

Lowering his mouth for a moment, his hands make to grip her hips, nuzzling his lips against her waist, murmuring to her softly: )

Give me your wish, mein liebling.

[She's hardly going to complain about his focus, even if she would rather enjoy a bit more of those mark-making bites. Regardless, she has no problem shimmying her way out of the dress, a shiver of wicked delight going through her at the feeling of being essentially nude in the middle of a party. Anyone could come by, at any time, and she revels in the thought.

His request sends her mind racing. What to ask of him? They're being so daring as it is, it's not as if they can up the ante much...]

Put my self-control to the test, igelschnäuzchen. Let's see how far we can go before we risk alerting one of those pompous fools.

( The sort of request coming from Iri was... quite bold, really. The sort of risk he'd bee attempting to gauge from her, wondering how far she was willing to go. He was so close to her thighs that he was tempted to simply tease out an orgasm from her, but another idea hits him.

Before rising to meet her eyes again, he pecks a kiss against her abdomen. A taste of what was to come.

He hadn't much thought about it before. Certainly a fault on his own part, training himself to ignore such things. But after tonight's events, he'd become quite hard underneath his layers, hadn't he? Flashing his wife a grin, he suggests: )

Why don't you get up and undo my trousers, then take a seat on my lap?

( He cannot believe he's suggesting this. )

[It helped that she was bored, annoyed, and generally at the end of her tolerance for these upper-class magic snobs. It made the idea of flouting not just their absurd rules, but all those of polite society, all the more intriguing for her.

Curious when he kisses her belly, she tilts her head and waits for him to inform her of what's going through his mind. Whatever it is, she's certain it'll be fun.

And oh, it is. She can hardly contain herself as she moves her hands to do just as he said, eyes alight with glee at what they're about to do.]

This is going to be a delight, my love.

[Her nimble fingers have finished their work in a remarkably fast amount of time, and she moves her hands to give him a testing stroke... Oh. Oh he is very ready for her. Somehow that only makes her more excited. She moves to get onto his lap immediately.]

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