[ Shadowheart shows up looking unbearable and Stephen knows what they've all known from the start: exactly where the night's going. They're good for a frankly excruciating amount of time. So long that it starts feeling almost comfortable to sit sprawled on the plushly cushioned floor with his legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles, light suit jacket long discarded and shirtsleeves rolled up his forearms, chatting amicably as if that might somehow be all they do. As if Shadowheart's shirt leaves any mystery, her skirt offers no promises. He catches Giles' eyes and more than once finds a knowing there that's no doubt reflected in his own.
Then the quiet. Shadowheart with her joint and the soft stretch of her thigh when she reaches to gift it to Giles, Shadowheart with her skirt and the guiding reach of her hand as she settles into his lap, offers coaxing he doesn't need to fit his palm to the shape of her ass, groping there once before he shifts to slide it below the skirt, finding skin and lace and the trap of thick fabric holding his hand in place. Gifting Rupert an even better view.
He gazes up at her. Looks beyond her, across to where Giles sits, seeking agreement, checking on his sense of adventure, even while his mouth's hooking up into the sharp edge of a lopsided grin. ]
Little bird told me he'd already had a glimpse.
[ Only low mischief in his voice, dropping Giles in water that's barely lukewarm just for the small joy of payback, to stick him fast on the web they've been spinning together. He finds even a trace of what he's looking for in his friend's face and doesn't waste any more time searching, focus back on Shadowheart, wrist lifting to force her skirt a little higher so Giles can see him hook fingers beneath the lace of her underwear, aimless, squeezing at the meat of her ass as he cranes up and in to kiss at her neck, nudge his nose to her jaw, the drag of lips marking a trail over her skin until it's finally time to kiss her. ]
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Then the quiet. Shadowheart with her joint and the soft stretch of her thigh when she reaches to gift it to Giles, Shadowheart with her skirt and the guiding reach of her hand as she settles into his lap, offers coaxing he doesn't need to fit his palm to the shape of her ass, groping there once before he shifts to slide it below the skirt, finding skin and lace and the trap of thick fabric holding his hand in place. Gifting Rupert an even better view.
He gazes up at her. Looks beyond her, across to where Giles sits, seeking agreement, checking on his sense of adventure, even while his mouth's hooking up into the sharp edge of a lopsided grin. ]
Little bird told me he'd already had a glimpse.
[ Only low mischief in his voice, dropping Giles in water that's barely lukewarm just for the small joy of payback, to stick him fast on the web they've been spinning together. He finds even a trace of what he's looking for in his friend's face and doesn't waste any more time searching, focus back on Shadowheart, wrist lifting to force her skirt a little higher so Giles can see him hook fingers beneath the lace of her underwear, aimless, squeezing at the meat of her ass as he cranes up and in to kiss at her neck, nudge his nose to her jaw, the drag of lips marking a trail over her skin until it's finally time to kiss her. ]