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[You know what, this is the kind of mood I'm in.

So let's call it a little bit in the future. Perhaps after Konstantin has gotten to listen to many an argument between certain siblings about how much trouble Shirin would theoretically be in for dhampir babies.

...The protests have changed to a more direct 'shut up', of late, although it's been a slow, subtle process, and may not mean anything at all. Whatever else has happened, this night, after the requisite argument and teasing over the number of inn rooms, a certain prince might actually find a knock at his door.

This is certainly going to go...some sort of way.]

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Thhat...actually only makes me feel worse, but I appreciate the gesture.

[Sighing.] I don't...want to treat you so cavalierly.

[He shrugs a bit.]

Then do not. I appreciate the gesture but you haven't hurt me.

[Laughing.]

You really are unflappable, huh...

I'm a knight and a prince. I have been trained not to be easily shaken. You should have realized that by now.

It's not exactly how I think of you, you know.

[Nudging his shoulder with hers.]

And that's not the truth for most royalty I've known, either.

How many crown princes have you known, Shirin?

[Nudging her back, with a small smile.]

The queen has 15 daughters. I may or may not have been pushed into this assignment for, ah, angering a few of them.

[Putting her hand over his, when she nudges him back again!]

Among other reasons, at least.

You're picking a curious time to be coy now, Shirin. What are you trying to tell me?

[His hand is cool, as always.]

The other reasons weren't really about you. I didn't even know who you were until we met.

[...Sighing, and leaning more against him.]

...But there is something. It's just...difficult. And a touch complicated, I suppose.

[He will pull his hand away and instead put an arm around her.]

Do you have the words for it?

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It frightens me.

[She takes a breath, and seems to steel herself for this.]

But it appears I've fallen in love.

[He seems to regard her for a long moment, and then lean in and kiss her rather roughly. Almost painfully roughly.]

[Well, she's definitely caught off-guard, but she's more than willing to kiss him back as hard as she can, until she has to come up for air.]

...Konstantin?

[He smiles, a little toothily.]

Yes, Shirin?

Use your words.

[While she leans in and casually licks up his neck. c:]

Didn't you say actions spoke louder to elves?

[She gets a shuddering, heavy breath - and then he licks her ear.]

Aaahahaha...[She shivers hard, and drags her nice, warm hands right down his chest to his hips.]

T-that's...true...but if you're gonna go that route...you better make it extremely clear. Understand?

[Yep, still has amazing hips even out of leather pants. But he's returning the favor, running those cold hands down her sides to her waist...]

I think you'll have little space to complain.

[She shivers...and then licks along his collarbone. And maybe get a hand down his pants.]

Then come on and show me everything.

[he's just being a jerk by teasing her through those shorts, with those exceptionally patient hands, while he tries to get her top off. The hand down the pants though, that's getting a hiss, and his fangs popping despite himself.]

You will see...

[She's groaning despite herself, and leaning back up to kiss him, fangs notwithstanding. Honestly, at this point, she may just find the fangs a turn out.

Weird-ass kinky elf.]

[Well, if she has a thing for running her tongue on knives, then, she might get what she wants. He's going to reach up with his spare hand and just tease her breasts, while his other hand slides off her crotch and goes for just grabbing her ass.]

[Look, elves are weird.

Once he's gone for her ass, she's just going to get his pants right the hell off.]

[Fine, no pants! It's not like she hasn't seen what he hides down there before. He's breaking the kiss and going for her neck, kissing along it - maybe gently teasing with the fangs as he goes. And pinching her ass. Can't forget that.]

[Well, he's definitely got her squirming--fangkink or not, she's not exactly looking to give him blood unless he absolutely needs it but her neck is pretty damn sensitive.

Of course, she's going to try and even the score by getting to work on that beast downstairs and, let's be real, it's a handjob and she's taken to making sure her hands are nice and warm whenever she's planning on feeling up a dhampir. She knows damn well where his weaknesses are.]