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[attr="class","illie i"]"oh?" she can't hide her amusement, not even a tiny bit. it bleeds into her tone, her smirk, her composure. "is that so?"

possibilities rise, fall, and she's almost considering pulling him in a different direction. she doesn't, however, as he speaks again and she glances over her shoulder to raise an eyebrow.

"looking for something in particular?" the thought is nice but the ideas? enticing little things that have her swiping her tongue across her lips for a moment.

she slows enough to join his side, to flash a smile in the process of reaching for his hand. too many people leave her mildly concerned about losing him in the crowd. besides, it's easier to tug him into the upcoming store when they're connected. fairy lights twinkle overhead, bathing them in warmth even as they drift into a different part of the market. the store she wants to see is closer, now, and she doesn't stop herself from smiling a little wider at the sight. various clothes and wares decorate the shop windows, some a little spicier than others.

"come on," she murmurs, leading him toward the entrance. something tells her they both might find something they like within.

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[attr="class","illie i"]she mulls over his answer with a soft hum, as if tasting the notion on her tongue for good measure. it's satisfying enough, sure, but something in her wants to push it. press any button she can with a tease, a grin, a little show of skin. subconsciously, she raises her free hand to brush her hair off her shoulder. bare skin flashes beneath fairy lights, twinkling with faint traces of pearly pink mist.

"will you?" she decides upon, then, with a glance in his direction. there's almost a coy air to her, as if she knows exactly what he's hinting at but half of the fun is getting him to admit it. "are you sure about that?" her smile is mostly warm with a hint of teeth. a mild display of aggression, perhaps, or a promise of later. either works, really.

his hand is warm, comforting, grounding. her fingers grip around his a little tighter, soaking in whatever affection she can find between spaces and lines and feelings unsaid. it's easy to guide him, easy to settle in mild silence with the busy atmosphere around them. the store welcomes them with an open door and she's grinning by the time she fully turns her head to look at him.

"i think we are," she murmurs. two meanings could be found, perhaps, if she cared to look harder. instead, she finds herself immersed in the wares as she steps through the door first. funny enough, her hand doesn't leave his in favor of wandering. no, she sticks close, her free hand rising to tap an index finger against her bottom lip in consideration. too many goodies, too many options.

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[attr="class","illie i"]a fairy in a store of trinkets, drifting from one thing to the next. it's sensory overload in a strange sense, as if the way organization exists in the bare minimum picks at her nerves. an odd sort of array, sure, but somehow it makes sense in lines she can barely string together. odd, definitely odd.

she stops when he does, goes when he goes. hands connected and intertwined like a tether in a sea of curiosity. idly, her thumb strokes at the back of his hand in small circles and a hum to whatever tune lingers in the background vibrates in her chest. one could almost say she looks serene, blissful, happy.

"hm?" she murmurs, drawn away from whatever oddity had caught her eye previously. he pulls her in the direction of a maid outfit, blue eyes darting up and down the attire as he reaches out to brush it. it's pretty, really, but is she fitting enough for such a thing? no, she decides with a smirk. she's definitely not as tame or serving as the outfit requires. there's a bite to her and the next outfit over has a better vision to it. she tugs his hand in that direction, stepping close enough to brush his side as she shifts toward it. "you'd prefer that over this?" her free hand reaches out to fiddle with the ears of a cat suit. her smirk widens, if only a fraction, when she half turns her head to regard his reaction. "are you sure about that?"

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[attr="class","illie i"]ah, just the reaction she was searching for.

a pleased hum escapes when his grip around her fingers coils and tightens. there's little hesitation when he prompts her to pluck the outfit from the rack, even less when her body settles back next to his. shifting from one foot to the other, her entire side bumps his gently and lingers. purposeful, playful, like a cat rubbing against the legs of an owner.

"oh?" an eyebrow raises and her head is turning before she can stop herself, curiosity getting the better of her. "what could that be?"

instead of an answer in the moment, she's met with guidance. he tugs and she obliges without protest. more than content to allow him the lead for now, their hands stay connected as he steers them toward a nearby section. only when they get closer does she begin to put pieces into the puzzle. the resulting grin is downright wicked.

"i see," she murmurs. it's soft, as if holding something back, something she can't place right then and there. eventually she'll come to understand, come to recognize the mild flutter in her chest. right now, she chalks to up to desire bleeding through. "staking a claim, are we?" a chiming laugh follows, echoes, and fades. her eyes are bright and muddled all at once, a mixture of blended emotions difficult to sort through. one sticks out in particular: amusement.

"i didn't know you wanted to turn me into a house cat."

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[attr="class","illie i"]somehow, he continues to surprise her.

she expects less than he gives. the squeeze of a hand, the brushing of their bodies together. something tame, something less affectionate. her reaction is slow, as if her brain is shocked into a giddy lull. where he pulls, she shifts like a puppet on strings, eyes widening a fraction. it's an odd feeling, really, to be kissed so publicly again. his free hand frames her face, which is surely a soft shade of pink to match the mist she puffs out when they part.

only when he begins to back away can she regain all cognitive function. the blush remains, stubbornly clinging to her cheeks. damn.

"not in the slightest," she retorts. it's only half a lie, maybe. being a house cat isn't as surprising as public affection from a man who, for all current purposes, made sure their relationship is strictly pleasure. there's a confusion in her that blossoms, wilts, and dies. "i do that wherever i go," her eyes find his for a moment when his finger tickles at her chin. it falls and so do her eyes. back to the task at hand, back to the selection. "but if you'd prefer i'd stick to your house then i suppose i could make it happen."

lazily, she'll watch him browse. each one lays out a choice and she'd be absolutely lying if she said she wasn't curious to know what his taste will provide. in the end, he settles on a particular one that she hadn't exactly expected. something more elegant would have been her guess, given his background. this one is a little more simple, pleasant, pretty.

and perhaps, a little metaphorical. she buries the thought as quickly as it comes.

she's quick to raise her chin, to offer her neck to him for a preview. and only when his hand lingers, when the collar steadies, does she glance down. there's a soft smile on her face, then, when she looks back up to find that familiar gleam in his eyes. "it's lovely," she murmurs. "i think you found a winner."

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[attr="class","illie i"]the effect of her words is lost on her. there's no detection of jealousy, of irritation, of greed. perhaps because she isn't searching for it, if only because how could she be certain it'd exist? the rules of their relationship were laid out in the mildly misty room overlooking ever grande city. etched into flesh, written in carnal hymns breathed between bodies. she doesn't question it, doesn't push for more.

after all, what good would it do her?

his touch is hungry enough to match his eyes and she's left to read between words and syllables unsaid. a need for her seems obvious given their entanglement but is she missing something? is there a piece to the puzzle evading her senses? perhaps it lays in shadows of a room or in the corners of a mind. whatever inquiry she wants to pursue fades, eventually, when their time in the store is fading and he's speaking. attention snaps away from collars, eyes darting to seek his.

she doesn't bother offering words. instead, her lips curl into a content smile. his tug is met with little resistance, sure, but she'll stall on the stroll to the register. trinkets catch her eye, little bits of gold and silver beckoning her with glances. she pays them as much attention as she does him, her hand tightening on his slightly whenever something cute pops up.

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away from fairy lights and crowded spaces, they find seclusion. one could almost say it's romantic and perhaps she almost wants it to be. moonlight bleeds between spaces of trees and leaves, painting her face in flashing moments of ethereal grace. while she enjoyed the warm glow of the night market, this somehow feels better. more natural, more comfortable.

his fingers intertwine with hers and warmth floods her body. even with the mild chill, it's content. she's content. it bleeds into her every move. her smile, her fingers faintly squeezing his, even the faint pink mist she puffs out when she breathes. and yet, she doesn't turn to face him yet. instead, she tilts her head to the sky, to the moon watching them. somehow, her smile grows almost bittersweet.

"that depends," she murmurs. a pause, a heartbeat, and then her eyes are drifting toward him, head returning from the sky. "are you going to keep providing your company?" the timeline is vague, as if she's hinting at something not quite promised. coyness only gets a girl so far, perhaps.

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