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[medicalling]

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~ theladyofwinterfell

[medicalling]

He listened, because he always would, and he felt that need to hunt down a ghost and seek revenge again. And it wasn't even his revenge. He felt useless as she spoke, but all he did was keep her close, continue petting her back as she spoke of her pain.

"Well, fingers and cocks can be pleasant, but there is usually... well. Ease of way by the female's body being pleasured first. Anything is going to be painful without foreplay, love. Women have a... fluid. A way to ease intercourse if they're aroused. Dry is not good. There's no pleasure in that." It was easy to speak more clinically, since that was his profession.

As to that latter bit, he stifled a laugh. "Oral, dove. The clinical terms are cunnilingus for women and felatio for males. And it is very pleasant. That, I think would be the way I'd want to start with you. It's completely focused on your pleasure. Fingers can come into play, but only when the body craves penetration. I would like to erase his touch from you entirely and make you aware of how much pleasure your body can feel."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Oh."

Sansa blushes bright and ends up ducking her head against his chest for a moment because the entire thing is just embarrassing to talk about for the moment. Perhaps she can speak of it clinically when Ramsay is threatening her brother with a letter but when she's abed with a man she wants touching her, she's too shy to really say what she wants and how she wants it. She'll get there, she thinks, but now is not that moment.

"If you did, would it be all right if I didn't open my eyes? I think I would be too shy for you to see me. I know that's stupid, we're mates and as good as married, but you're only the second person who will see me."

[medicalling]

"If I did, whatever you wished to do would be perfectly fine, love. You could keep most of your clothes on, if you liked. Or blindfold me, though that would be a crime as I'm quite fond of the sight of you, naked or not."

She ducked her head and he kissed the top of it.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I think I want the blindfold, actually," Sansa says, jumping on that prospect. "If I were blindfolded, I wouldn't think about being shy so much because I couldn't actually see you down there."

Is that something men and women do? It must be if Rowan suggested it so quickly for himself. If he would wear a blindfold for her it stands to reason she could wear a blindfold instead.

"Do you have something you could use?"

[medicalling]

"I have plenty of things I could use. A sleep mask. A tie. I think I've a scarf or three around here. Sleep mask might be more comfortable for you. And easier to take off if you change your mind about watching."

He had an idea of a way or two he could get her to want to watch, but perhaps that would be for later. Later when she was more comfortable with the idea. And when he wasn't halfway hard from the suggestion of her allowing him to go down on her.

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[churrosandchaos]

My time off was approved.

[ And here are the dates.{

[medicalling]

[It'd be a couple hours before he replied, but that was because Rowan was working his Irish charm to shift around schedules so that he could take a much needed break that just so happened to coincide with hers.]

Well will you look at that. I just so happen to have those days off as well. Must be fate.

[churrosandchaos]

Must be. I kinda like when fate works like that.

[medicalling]

Better to work in the favor of it than the loathing.

[churrosandchaos]

Yep!

So...looking forward to actually seeing you. You were...are...pretty fun to talk to.

ahem, sliding over here (with the exact right icon)

[spellink]

[ Later, after this. Like barely a few minutes after closing the shop. ]

so when am i expecting a visit and wine?

he's gonna make her measure it.

[medicalling]

[Knock knock, Ariadne.]

Now?

[Because he was a shit, and might have been waiting nearby for it.]

with what could she possibly measure it :>

[spellink]

There's a knock on the door to the shop, and a muffled Now? that is so easily recognisable, and of course she is a little nervous and a lot excited. Seconds later, she's unlocking the door, opening it, eyebrows raised.

"Lurker. Come inside, I need to lower the blinds and set the alarm."

She steps aside to gesture him to enter, then closes the door and locks it behind him. There is a door to access her home upstairs from the street level, but she also has a well-warded entrance from the back of the shop, which they can take. The store is all theirs, he'll come to notice, as soon as he steps inside. Because it operates like a normal storefront, her shop comes with metal blinds that she lowers at night, when she also empties the cash register and sets her wards.

She's already emptied the register (into her pendant), and but a few dim lights are switched on now. While she pushes the buttons to lower the blinds covering her large windows and door, her attention jumps to the tables in the shop.

How sturdy are your tables?

(Technically, they could find out.)

"So," she asks, turning around to face him but remaining by the door. "How long have you been ready?"

his patience? ;)

[medicalling]

He came in, bottle of wine tucked against his side, smiling as she gave him that look. He watched her walk through the steps of closing blinds, of locking up the shop in a way that had a sense of routine to it.

Rowan moves around, not touching anything while she closes up, but looking at all there was to see in a shop with no bodies other than theirs in it. He grins as she turns to him, wondering what's going on behind her eyes, gauging her body language, moving to set the bottle of red on a table between them. A table that he gave a little jiggle to, to see how sturdy it was. "You're going to have to clarify what 'ready' you mean. A lot of answers to that, love."

[spellink]

She moves as well, her steps almost echoing in the empty shop, until she comes to a stop beside him. "Ready to knock on my door, I meant," she answers, then adds to clarify: "Today."

Because she doesn't want to talk in poetry, about how well they suit each other and how easy it is to talk to him. The healer illusionist, and the witch with her herb garden. Well, no - to think of herself in just those terms doesn't even begin to cover it.

She lets out a little exhale, and reaches out to touch her hand to his arm, where he is using it to give her table a little jiggle. Watching him right back, as if she's trying to gauge his body language, she runs her hand up his arm, then brushes her fingertips down his cheek, nudging his head to turn with her fingers to his chin. Her dark eyes meet his directly, unflinchingly, after they dart for one second down to his very appealing mouth.

"Do you want the tour of upstairs, or to test how sturdy this table is?"

[lyceius]

[ too much tension lately, not enough exertion. the last few weeks had events snowballing in that way that lestat give more weight to the concept of coincidence, if not fate itself. dangerous trails of thought for the blond, already easily prone to reading signs where there were none in his worst moments. but had he been wrong the last time? rules of threes, right? those last chain of events spanning louis and guy had then resulted in rowan's capture and torture by his father, leaving wounds that the vampire had no doubt were still festering under the fae man's pleasant demeanour. another trip to rowan would prove to both ease lestat's own growing sense of dread and allow them both to let off some steam, hopefully. small moments of peace snatched between the chaos.

the promise of stretching his legs beside the ocean is part of this, of course. it had been quite some time since lestat had visited the ocean just for the sake of it - ridiculous, considering the literal beach house he visited regularly. his excitement only mounts the closer he gets, aided by the crisp sea breeze that he can scent through the small window gap in the private vehicle.

by the time he's striding up the pavement to rowan's house, he's already beginning to shed layers of clothing. boots kicked off to hit the front door, bag dropped and jeans hopped out of. when his bare feet hit the sand, he's a pale streak in the moonlight, sprinting towards the water for better traction before setting off down the beach in search of his mate.]

[medicalling]

[Rowan saw signs as they came as well, but his kind rolled with them more. The Fates weren't ones to fuck with, after all. Attempts to change the inevitable often led to worse outcomes. It was rare that thumbing one's nose at what was to be landed one in a better position. That was reserved for the type of being that meant more to the world than a prince that wasn't. Now, Lestat... Rowan could see how his likely flipping the Fates off directly to their face, then mooning them for good measure would bring a smile to their face. He was just so... enchanting. His moves weren't calculated. They were purely him in that moment. He was a force of something; nature, chaos, Rowan wasn't entirely certain.

But he knew he was his. He also knew that something was roiling underneath his feet, his stability and the life he'd built was on a wave that he'd either have to learn to balance on, or stumble and fall and be dragged under like everyone else. Change was coming. Too much was happening all at once, and he wasn't fool enough not to recognize it. Between his father's reaction, Guy, Louis, Adam, and all the little pieces falling into play on a board that he was also a piece on, not the player, he felt that weight. That heaviness in the air, like the calm before a storm.

He'd set off before sunset. He could glamour himself into looking like he was wearing clothes, and so he did, since he wanted to stroll slowly, soak in those brilliant, riotous colours painted across the sky. The way they bled into each other, mingled, yet each was separate. The scent of salt and a tang that was specific to the ocean wafted over him. The sky went from pale to indigo, the darkening blue flecked with the speckles of stars, diamonds of other suns winking at this world with their existence.

There was a chill, but warming himself was easy. Sand crunched underfoot, since he liked to walk near where the waves could lap up and tickle over his feet. The added benefit of walking close enough to the water to wash away his footprints was also part of it. The sun set, the last dying twinkling glare of light before it dropped behind the horizon, and the night wrapped its embrace around him. He could feel it, that welcome to him now, as if it recognized that he was in love with some part of it and it loved him back. Or perhaps that was the tie to Lestat, vibrating as he felt that excitement vibrating through it.

He glanced back in the direction of his home, then, smiling, he stepped into the water and started to swim.]

[lyceius]

[ the movement feels good, sends the fresh blood in lestat's veins pumping gloriously through him, shaking off all lingering sluggishness. sand kicks up around his heels, cold water splashes bare calves and in this moment, lestat is wrapped in pure elation. a great grin splits across his face and he hoots in delight, careening waist deep into the surf and splashing around like an overeager labrador. the hunt would have to wait for just a moment rowan, your fierce vampire mate is having a glorious time playing with waves.]

[medicalling]

[Rowan can feel the elation from here, that jubilant bubbling glee that has him smiling. Let Lestat get carried away in the joy of it. That was part of what him coming out to visit was for. To let go of needing to be 'on' for everyone around him. To just 'be'- something Rowan didn't think Lestat did much, but more likely because he hated to be alone. To be quiet.

So, splash away, Lestat. That would just give Rowan more time to get somewhere hidden.]

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[lyceius]

You have returned Adam to me well rested, fed and a touch sheepish. It is more than I could have asked for.

Thank you, my love. I take that he was not too much trouble?

[medicalling]

Sheepish? However did I manage that?

No. He was quiet and didn't flee when the rabble came in. I consider that a passed test. He needs to eat more, Lestat. Iron. Vitamins. If you're going to munch on him, malnourished is not the state for him to start from.

[lyceius]

I gathered something about a nap? Admittedly I find myself quite envious that such intimacy was happening without my presence.

Bon, then he behaved himself. I will have to reward him for good behaviour.

Are you suggesting that I control his meal plan? He is not my pet, Rowan. I cannot do much more than nudge him in the right direction, make suggestion.

[medicalling]

He needed sleep. I'd had a long shift. It worked out well.

You could always just withhold any playtime until after he finishes his vegetables. Let him eat some spinach and chicken, then he can be that little pillow that rat terriers like to gnaw on and thrash.

delivery;

[lyceius]

[ parked outside of his beach home when rowan next returns from his shift is a top of the line mobile medical clinic, wrapped in a big red bow. already it is fitted with essential devices and equipment, medical supplies and a fridge full of up to date vaccines. he's even somehow sourced a full fridge full of blood, complete with expiry dates and a range of types available.

on the driver's seat of the van is a number of thank you letters addressed to dr o'cleary for his generous donations to local food kitchens, women's shelters and public health clinics. then finally a lush forest green cashmere scarf, embroidered on the ends with a pouncing snow leopard on one, and a mountain lion on the other.

the letter placed delicately on top is written in a flowing script and reads: ]

Small measures of my adoration for you, selfless man. So that more may be heartened by your healing hands, wounds soothed by your smile. When you are done giving yourself to others, be selfish with me. Let me fill you anew, my love.

One year amongst many more. I love you.

Lestat

[medicalling]

[He would, of course, take the cards and letters inside and pretend he wasn't wiping at his eyes and smiling through the incredibly sweet gesture. Not just the unit, but the fact that Lestat knew the things that mattered most to him and that he'd done so in a magnanimous gesture.]

My gifts should be finding you soon as well. You are a wonderful creature, and the world is a brighter place with you in it. I adore you, Lestat.