[He's not upset; she can tell. But she did challenge him, she thinks, and so she moves that plate over just a little, so it's not between them anymore, and sets the mango pit down. Her hand is sticky, and she presses one finger to his mouth, where he can taste the sweetness of the fruit.]
Would you let me fuck you like a man might?
[She's never done it to him. She's done it before; she's had other lovers who would have gone belly up for her no matter what she wanted out of them.]
[ He continues to hold her gaze, sharply steady, as he folds his hand over hers and holds it against his mouth.
One kiss at the tip of her finger, then he draws it into his mouth and sucks the mango juice from her skin, and then he presses a kiss to her palm, and to her wrist. ]
I would now.
[ Then he closes his eyes, to nuzzle the soft skin over her pulse. ]
It's true that I don't offer it lightly. When I was a boy, wearing this mark--
[ He draws her fingers down to the brand. ]
--I wasn't given that choice. So I protect it now.
[The words but would you enjoy it stop right at her teeth. She looks at him, and knows that if she has the wrong reaction, makes the wrong kind of noise, he won't hate her for it, but it'll be a thorn in his side. He loves her, and he loves completely, she knows that.
But he's a man. And he's one who is giving her something vulnerable.
She slides a little closer to him, and runs her fingers over that mark.
There is a ripple in her hair, though. Orange that shimmers, a flash of amber in her eyes. That's the rage, the fury that someone would touch him like that, without his consent. That he didn't have a choice.]
[ Charles releases her hand only so he can slide his own through her hair, chasing that color that passes over her like passing sunbeams. ]
I shared it once, with someone I trusted.
[ It wasn't Eleanor. He never wanted her to look at him with pity - or worse, disgust, over his apparent weakness, at a time when he feared that most and the idea itself was intolerable. Jack was the one he confided in the most. But Charles deliberately doesn't think much about Jack anymore. Some loss is easier when it's clean.
In any case, there's no tremor or uncertainty in his voice, no bravado to mask the difficulty of talking about such things with her. In fact, it's not so difficult at all. Now that he's said it, it's done. And it feels like he's dropped the last weight that he'd been carrying for too long to even recognize it anymore. ]
But you have all of me now, Daphne. [ He smirks a little, finally, running his fingertips over her shoulder, drawing back the edge of her robe just enough to press a kiss against skin. ] And I've known enough whores to have a sense for what I'm missing.
[She suspects it was Jack; she knows he doesn't like to think about him. Daphne tried, god, she did, to get him. But the days leading up to Vane's execution were a mess, and there was no time to do anything patiently, to look for him. To find him and convince him, and the rest of Vane's men. She had to take the crew she had, a small band that Billy Bones had helped string together and men Daphne paid, men who had no allegiances then.
He leans forward to kiss her, and she smiles, leaning down a little to press her nose against his cheek.]
Would you enjoy it?
[She asks, honestly. Just because he would, just because he would let her, doesn't mean that he would enjoy the act.]
[ He raises an eyebrow, but there's a grin spreading across his face, shameless and a little wicked; he doesn't carry his trauma like old wounds, but more like a manifesto against the world, informing his principles as much as his grievances. ]
I guess I don't know.
[ Only for that moment does he pretend to sound even playfully uncertain, because the next thing he does is pull her hand back to his mouth, brushing his lips across her fingers. ]
But I look forward to finding out with you, my tigress.
How do you make me feel like a green girl every time you touch me?
[She isn't. She hasn't been, since she decided at the tender age of seventeen that she wasn't going to be a good girl who waited for a husband and got married to whoever her family told her to. The rules for the Khan are different; she chose the path she did with wild fury, with reckless abandon.
[ That makes him laugh softly, and he tilts upward so he can catch her lips with his own for a slow kiss, long and lazy and luxurious. ]
I'm looking forward to that as well.
[ Another kiss, and then he leans closer, pressing his mouth to the middle of her chest, between her breasts. Her skin tastes like mango juice and he can't seem to suck all of it off. ]
[She moves her legs a little, and moves back just a bit, smirking.]
You carried me into that bath.
[That said, she leans in and licks his mouth open, and makes a tiny noise when he kisses between her breasts. She runs a hand through his hair.]
I'll admit intense boredom, stuck in this bed with two nursemaids playing guard at the door. So you'll have to excuse how novel it is to have you finally willing to play even a little rough with me.
[Her aunt and her aunt's lackey have been very clear: no sex, no fussing, no walking around, until she was more healed. So this is the first day she's been able to spend any time doing anything at all. Charles, of course, has spent time with her, but he's just as restless as she is, and he's been gentler than anyone might think possible while all her wounds healed.]
[ He chuckles again, the sound thrumming against her breast. ]
Maybe it's just the taste of mango juice on your skin that I want.
[ After doing his level best to suck any trace of the fruit off of her, running one hand up her side beneath the fabric of her robe, Charles draws back with a pleased sound, and rolls to the pillows, folding an arm beneath his head. ]
There's a point in the healing where you've got to move, if you ever want to move right again. [ A smirk. ] I gathered you'd reached that point already.
Are you accusing me of getting soft? Do you need me to pin you down and remind you?
[She's teasing, as she moves to lie on his chest, her chin on her hands as she looks up at him. She bites her lips a little, and watches him.]
Do you want to take me out to sea for a while? On a sloop? Make me work?
[Daphne commissioned a little one when they returned; Charles' ship is big, made for carrying treasure, made for war, made for a crew. Daphne's little sloop is small enough to be handled by just a pair of people, if they're both experienced, and she mostly uses it if she needs to get somewhere on the coast fast and Charles isn't there to take her.
And she uses it to make him take her to the small islands that dot the coast, occasionally, to get away. She's not nearly skilled enough at sea to captain, but she'll work if he tells her what to do.]
Yes. Remind me of the softness of your skin after a bath.
[ With a grin, he folds his free arm over her, drawing her closer; his fingers trail up and down her side, tracing her ribs.
The idea of going out to sea with her thrills him, stirring deeper than simply wanting to have her following his orders. Any place that is theirs alone speaks more to him than sea or land combined. ]
I wouldn't mind stealing you away someplace where we can really be alone... no nursemaids or anything.
[She moves her chin, to press a kiss to his chest, and then up to his throat, and then to his mouth.]
I can go for a few days.
[She can't always, and she'll probably make everyone crazy by leaving, but at the same time, when it's the two of them together, when they're able to be the most feral, when she's in a pair of trousers and there are no expectations, when they can be as loud and as quiet as they want, it makes them both happier, easier to deal with later.
Her skin goosebumps a little under his fingers.]
You didn't answer me earlier, lion.
How do you make me feel like a green girl every time you touch me?
[ Those kisses feel incredibly good, moreso with the pressure of her body on top of him. He loves the sensation of her mouth on his bare chest, and the question makes him snort in amusement. ]
Why would you ask me that when you're the only one who can answer?
[ His fingers trail up and down her spine, and he tilts his head a little like he's feeling thoughtful, or mischievous, and his grin broadens a little more. ]
But I think you've just never known a man like me.
[She takes that moment, quiet just for a second, watching his mouth with the intensity of a cat watching prey. Her own lips quirk, as she looks up at him.]
You're right.
I've met shifters and kinfolk and not a single one of them can hold a candle to you. Don't let that go to your head, lion.
[She tips her head a little, quirks it, so she really does look like a cat.]
And certainly none of them can make my cunt as wet.
[She kisses him fast before he can growl in reply.]
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Would you let me fuck you like a man might?
[She's never done it to him. She's done it before; she's had other lovers who would have gone belly up for her no matter what she wanted out of them.]
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One kiss at the tip of her finger, then he draws it into his mouth and sucks the mango juice from her skin, and then he presses a kiss to her palm, and to her wrist. ]
I would now.
[ Then he closes his eyes, to nuzzle the soft skin over her pulse. ]
It's true that I don't offer it lightly. When I was a boy, wearing this mark--
[ He draws her fingers down to the brand. ]
--I wasn't given that choice. So I protect it now.
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But he's a man. And he's one who is giving her something vulnerable.
She slides a little closer to him, and runs her fingers over that mark.
There is a ripple in her hair, though. Orange that shimmers, a flash of amber in her eyes. That's the rage, the fury that someone would touch him like that, without his consent. That he didn't have a choice.]
How long have you held onto that, lion?
[Does anyone else know?]
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I shared it once, with someone I trusted.
[ It wasn't Eleanor. He never wanted her to look at him with pity - or worse, disgust, over his apparent weakness, at a time when he feared that most and the idea itself was intolerable. Jack was the one he confided in the most. But Charles deliberately doesn't think much about Jack anymore. Some loss is easier when it's clean.
In any case, there's no tremor or uncertainty in his voice, no bravado to mask the difficulty of talking about such things with her. In fact, it's not so difficult at all. Now that he's said it, it's done. And it feels like he's dropped the last weight that he'd been carrying for too long to even recognize it anymore. ]
But you have all of me now, Daphne. [ He smirks a little, finally, running his fingertips over her shoulder, drawing back the edge of her robe just enough to press a kiss against skin. ] And I've known enough whores to have a sense for what I'm missing.
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He leans forward to kiss her, and she smiles, leaning down a little to press her nose against his cheek.]
Would you enjoy it?
[She asks, honestly. Just because he would, just because he would let her, doesn't mean that he would enjoy the act.]
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I guess I don't know.
[ Only for that moment does he pretend to sound even playfully uncertain, because the next thing he does is pull her hand back to his mouth, brushing his lips across her fingers. ]
But I look forward to finding out with you, my tigress.
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How do you do that?
How do you make me feel like a green girl every time you touch me?
[She isn't. She hasn't been, since she decided at the tender age of seventeen that she wasn't going to be a good girl who waited for a husband and got married to whoever her family told her to. The rules for the Khan are different; she chose the path she did with wild fury, with reckless abandon.
She rolls her shoulder a little.]
When I'm completely healed, then.
[In case she needs to hold him down.]
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I'm looking forward to that as well.
[ Another kiss, and then he leans closer, pressing his mouth to the middle of her chest, between her breasts. Her skin tastes like mango juice and he can't seem to suck all of it off. ]
Remind me why we bother to bath at all?
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[She moves her legs a little, and moves back just a bit, smirking.]
You carried me into that bath.
[That said, she leans in and licks his mouth open, and makes a tiny noise when he kisses between her breasts. She runs a hand through his hair.]
I'll admit intense boredom, stuck in this bed with two nursemaids playing guard at the door. So you'll have to excuse how novel it is to have you finally willing to play even a little rough with me.
[Her aunt and her aunt's lackey have been very clear: no sex, no fussing, no walking around, until she was more healed. So this is the first day she's been able to spend any time doing anything at all. Charles, of course, has spent time with her, but he's just as restless as she is, and he's been gentler than anyone might think possible while all her wounds healed.]
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Maybe it's just the taste of mango juice on your skin that I want.
[ After doing his level best to suck any trace of the fruit off of her, running one hand up her side beneath the fabric of her robe, Charles draws back with a pleased sound, and rolls to the pillows, folding an arm beneath his head. ]
There's a point in the healing where you've got to move, if you ever want to move right again. [ A smirk. ] I gathered you'd reached that point already.
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[She's teasing, as she moves to lie on his chest, her chin on her hands as she looks up at him. She bites her lips a little, and watches him.]
Do you want to take me out to sea for a while? On a sloop? Make me work?
[Daphne commissioned a little one when they returned; Charles' ship is big, made for carrying treasure, made for war, made for a crew. Daphne's little sloop is small enough to be handled by just a pair of people, if they're both experienced, and she mostly uses it if she needs to get somewhere on the coast fast and Charles isn't there to take her.
And she uses it to make him take her to the small islands that dot the coast, occasionally, to get away. She's not nearly skilled enough at sea to captain, but she'll work if he tells her what to do.]
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[ With a grin, he folds his free arm over her, drawing her closer; his fingers trail up and down her side, tracing her ribs.
The idea of going out to sea with her thrills him, stirring deeper than simply wanting to have her following his orders. Any place that is theirs alone speaks more to him than sea or land combined. ]
I wouldn't mind stealing you away someplace where we can really be alone... no nursemaids or anything.
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I can go for a few days.
[She can't always, and she'll probably make everyone crazy by leaving, but at the same time, when it's the two of them together, when they're able to be the most feral, when she's in a pair of trousers and there are no expectations, when they can be as loud and as quiet as they want, it makes them both happier, easier to deal with later.
Her skin goosebumps a little under his fingers.]
You didn't answer me earlier, lion.
How do you make me feel like a green girl every time you touch me?
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Why would you ask me that when you're the only one who can answer?
[ His fingers trail up and down her spine, and he tilts his head a little like he's feeling thoughtful, or mischievous, and his grin broadens a little more. ]
But I think you've just never known a man like me.
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You're right.
I've met shifters and kinfolk and not a single one of them can hold a candle to you. Don't let that go to your head, lion.
[She tips her head a little, quirks it, so she really does look like a cat.]
And certainly none of them can make my cunt as wet.
[She kisses him fast before he can growl in reply.]