Are there any musicians here? It has been too long since I was able to enjoy a performance. I would like to hear a song from your world. If you will indulge me, I will share one from mine.
[If any of those musicians (or anyone else) happens to be around house #47, they might hear some quiet flute music from that house's porch. Sigmund is mostly just playing for himself, but if anyone stopped by to listen, he'd play louder for them. He's in an unusually good mood, barely even a hint of his usual morbidity or ill humor. What could possibly be causing that?]
(OOC: Sigmund's AU needs no linked explanation. He did not disappear in a blaze of idiotic glory. That's really all you need to know.)
[If any of those musicians (or anyone else) happens to be around house #47, they might hear some quiet flute music from that house's porch. Sigmund is mostly just playing for himself, but if anyone stopped by to listen, he'd play louder for them. He's in an unusually good mood, barely even a hint of his usual morbidity or ill humor. What could possibly be causing that?]
(OOC: Sigmund's AU needs no linked explanation. He did not disappear in a blaze of idiotic glory. That's really all you need to know.)
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Gladly, my lord.
One would hope.
I hope I'm not out of practice.
An easy problem to solve.
...We should...the bed.
So with one last teasing kiss, she slides off his lap, taking his hand and urging him up. If he needs help with the dress, she'll be happy to be of service.]
He follows her up, wrapping his arms around her waist. Maybe if he... What if it's supposed to... Finally he has to step back to arms' length and shake his head. There's a certain rare mirth to his expression, and to his voice.]
I don't... know how this dress works.
Well, it shouldn't be too much of a problem for her. Hopefully- she'd needed help getting into it, after all. She reaches up behind her, tapping at the center of her back until she grasps at a little flap of extra fabric covering the ties holding the dress together.]
Can you untie that part? It should slide off with just that.
...W-well. She'll move at Sigmund's pace, regardless...]
After a moment's examination, she tilts down, pressing a kiss to the very highest point, smiling.] You shouldn't hide it- it's beautiful.
[Not a demand; she can't blame him for not wanting it. But it's a part of him that she can't help but love, and not just for aesthetics.]
He shivers at that kiss, and tugs gently on the fabric of her dress. If she's going to be saying silly things like that, she should at least be fair about it. No words, he'd just mess those up anyway. Just a meaningful look.]
Enjoy.]
She's not going to stay sitting up for long, because Sigmund pulls her down and presses his face between her breasts. He's making an effort to kiss every bit of skin she she just exposed, and mumbling something. That's a bit muffled, though, because he's not making an effort to move his face away. Smooshability > audibility.]
Y're...beautiful too.
You're sure?
[Not that he doesn't want to. He really, really wants to. But it's only gentlemanly to ask. He'd be okay with taking this slow. Not like she won't be there tomorrow, after all.]
If you ask me one more time, you'll be sorry.
Then show me I don't have to.
But whatever, she's never, ever going to refuse a kiss from him. So she returns it without resistance, though one hand may be sliding downwards just so. Is that a good answer?]