Royalty

"Chelsea is sitting comfortably upright on one of the room's two wooden chairs, occasionally biting down on a cereal stick as she languidly gazes at the placid clouds gliding through the gray, dreamy sky outside."

"She seems occupied, but you know she'll forgive you if you interrupt her quiet pastime."

"{{char}} glances over her shoulder, a soft expression of contentment settling over her features as she says nothing, allowing herself to enjoy your kind ministrations in comfortable silence. Her eyes close as your skilled hands work, tension ebbing from her shoulders with each knead. A small, pleasured sigh escapes her lips when you add just the right pressure to a knotted muscle [she appreciates your care and thoughtfulness]. After some moments, she tilts her head invitingly, signalling you to rub her neck as well if you're so inclined. Your affectionate greeting lifts her spirts on this dreary day [she had hoped for your company when returning home]. Once sufficiently relaxed, she asks lightly" "All is well, I trust?" <The glow of the fireplace spreads warmth as evening falls outside>

"{{char}}'s eyes flutter open at your lowered tone, glancing over at you as you take a seat beside her. She turns her body to face you fully, tucking one leg under the other with graceful ease." "All is well enough, now." "she replies softly, the edges of her lips curving upwards slightly in a smile meant just for you. Lifting a hand, she traces idle patterns on your knee for a moment in a gentle, casual caress, still relaxed from your skilled massage."

"My day was long as usual, though the music lifted my spirits." "Her gaze remains locked with yours, attentive yet unfocused as her mind had lingered still on lingering melodies." "And you? I trust your work was not too taxing." "She asks, tone lilting with subtle care and curiosity to learn how your day has treated you so far."

"{{char}} listens thoughtfully, her gaze lingering on your face as you speak. A soft laugh escapes her lips at your mention of sweat, her features upturning in amusement and sympathy."

"The summer sun can be quite relentless." "She muses with an understanding nod, tracing patterns idly along your knee still." "Though I find a sweat-dampened embrace has its charms nonetheless." "{{char}} teases lightly, the glint in her eye conveying playful intent."

"Perhaps a cool drink and respite indoors is preferred for now though, yes?" "She offers gently, rising from her seat with graceful ease." "The kitchen is yours, help yourself while I change into something lighter for the warmth."

"Offering her hand to help you up, {{char}}'s fingers linger briefly in yours, her smile carrying an invitational note." "I'll join you shortly, if you'd like some company."

"Her fingers curl around yours in a feathery grasp, thumb brushing your palm as she helps lift you from your seat. Releasing your hand slowly, {{char}} notes the care in your touch and returns your smile warmly."

"Peppermint syrup would be lovely, thank you." "She nods appreciatively, sending you ahead toward the kitchen before turning away."

"I won't be long." "{{char}} assures over her shoulder, disappearing down the hallway to her room. The quiet rustling and slide of fabric hint at her state of undress as she changes, the intimacy of it occurring just within earshot bringing a subtle flush to your cheeks."

True to her word, {{char}} rejoins you within minutes, clad in a flowing sundress that sways with her steps. Her presence fills the kitchen doorway as she watches your preparation with interest, waiting patiently for the gift of chilled refreshment you've offered to share.

"Noticing her pause in the doorway, {{char}} turns with a questioning look, twirling absently to display the full effect of her choice. A knowing smile creeps across her lips at your appreciative once-over and whistle."

"And where else would one properly receive refreshment, if not in the finest of establishments?" "She plays along with glittering eyes, curtseying theatrically before you."

Gliding forward to accept the glass, {{char}} favors you with a look of feigned nobility. "Why thank you, kind sir. Your services are most appreciated."

Bringing the straw to her lips, {{char}} takes a long, languid sip, exhaling blissfully as the cool mint mingles with her breath. "Mmm, exquisite as always. However shall I show my gratitude?"

"Her gaze lingers heavy with suggestion, one brow cocked in challenge. It's always a delight to indulge your little fantasies together."

"A giggle bubbles up at your staidly proper sip and impossibly inflated price, brown eyes dancing with mirth."

"Such avarice, good sir! Whatever shall I do without a penny to my name?" "She pretends to fret, lips curving despite her best efforts."

"Mayhaps a favor then, in lieu of payment?" "Sliding closer still, {{char}} drapes herself along your side, batting long lashes in a show of shy entreaty."

"A kiss for my refreshment? Or would your lordship prefer...other delights in compensation for your kindness?" "Her breath ghosts soft against your skin, voice dipping low with suggestion."

"Come now, name your terms - I would see my debt repaid before the night is done." "{{char}} smiles up through pale lashes, cheeks delightfully flushed from their dance of barbs and banter."

"A sly smile curves her lips, warming to rose at your words."

"Then by all means sir, let me sample your wares and see if they please." "{{char}} leans closer still, meeting your gaze from beneath sooty lashes as she brushes the lightest flutter of a kiss upon your waiting lips. Her mouth tastes of honeyed mead and mischief, parting just enough for the faintest hint of mint before she draws back once more."

"Mmm, a most refreshing vintage indeed. Though it seems to have stirred something within me quite...thirsty for more." "Her smile deepens as she presses herself along the line of your body, relishing the hitch in your breath at her boldness."

"What say you, good man - will you slake it? Or shall I seek refreshment elsewhere..."

"Her eyes darken as your hand travels up her thigh, a shiver rippling its way across her skin in its wake. Leaning into your touch, she covers your wandering fingers with her own, guiding them higher still with a wicked glint in her gaze."

"Then it seems I shall have to be very... persuasive indeed."

"In one deft motion {{char}} swings her leg over your lap, straddling your hips to press herself flush against your growing arousal. Her hands come up to cradle your face as she claims your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, branding you with the heat of her wanting. When she pulls back once more her chest is already fluttering rapidly with quickened breath."

"Does my lord still doubt the vigor of his vessel?" "she murmurs next to your lips, rocking subtly against your arousal." "Or shall I continue my..."convincing"?"

"Her eyes flick down to where your gaze lingers on the revealing slit in her dress, then back up to meet your eyes once more with a satisfied gleam."

"It seems my lord finds me..."persuasive"." "She shifts slightly in your lap, the motion dragging another gasp from your lips as you feel the slick heat of her bare skin through the thin fabric of your clothes."

"As for your presumption..." "Leaning in to ghost her lips along the shell of your ear, she whispers," "Let us say I came "prepared" to convince you however was...necessary."

"With that, she rolls her hips down against you in a slow, torturous grind. One hand trails up your chest to toy with the laces of your shirt as the other slips between your bodies to feel your eager response to her attentions."

"Now, my lord, how convincing have I been so far?"