This is an entertaining text for Dorian to receive out of nowhere, and the sender attached to it immediately makes him interested in who she's met, or what she's managed to get into since the last time we spoke. Something fun, by the sounds of it. Although it's as likely in her case, he assumes, that she's stumbled upon it in Duplicity's overwhelming amount of erotic literature that seems to be everywhere and anywhere.
On that same note, given where they are he doesn't have to ask what the context for the question is.]
Edging is a milder, and pleasurable form of sexual torture. Depending on your partner's sex or genitals, you stimulate them right to the edge of orgasm as many times pleases you both, only for the final, resulting climax to be more overpowering.
For women it's usually done through clitoral and nipple stimulation, and for men, either by touching the penis, prostate, or both.
I suppose for really special occasions like Christmas it would be enjoyable. If the orgasm paid off.
In the context of what I’m reading [Because yes, it was a book.] does one do it to one’s own self? Since the point is clearly to heighten the orgasm. A partner isn’t exactly necessary, but probably a much better experience than what was mentioned.
[And not that he asked, but she’s thinking through it all.] I would probably prefer that.
It's better. [No qualifications. His preference is strong enough in this regard that the bias is too attractive not to seize on.] When you're alone, there's no opportunity for the elements of surprise or mercuriality.
[He smiles slightly. Keeping things impersonal on a topic like this, especially with someone he likes, is something else he has marked preferences about.]
If you're interested in a less academic experience, I could show you.
[Eloise’s intent in messaging him wasn’t for a demonstration initially. She simply felt he was both someone she is comfortable asking, and she knew he would know the answer. He seems to be someone who knows answers to things.
But now the offer is there, and the thought is there, and really the next time she touches herself she’s only going to be thinking of him doing it. And well that just means the thought is already in her head.]
I. Am. Curious.
[Each word comes on its own message like slow steps into a pool she is unsure of, but still wading into.
Be bold, Eloise.
It’s something at least. Something he can’t say she’s not doing or shying away from. She’s having this conversation. She’s messaged him. She’s interested.]
[He's considered this, sometimes been angling for it at a slow and unfocused burn, but he's been enjoying Eloise's company enough for its own sake that it hasn't been a dominating preoccupation the way it might with someone with less to offer.
But now?
He's interested, somewhat unsurprised by the acceptance when Eloise has been so curious all along, and going to take the indulgence laid out before them.]
Come to my suite, then. Two floors above yours, I believe. 031-B.
[She stares at the dots on the screen as he's typing, like she's not even sure if this is real. Eloise has been on a very precise sexual awakening here, and Dorian has already affected it in some way. Though before now it has been from almost the point of friend and confidant which is why she's turned to him in the first place.
But it's not as if there hasn't been interest there since the first time they met, since he first brushed away her curls, and for that one brief moment the city stopped. She's felt that sort of attraction before, and maybe she was still dancing around this flirtation with Dorian because of that, but when her device dings his response, there isn't hesitation.
She pushes herself off her couch. Eloise forces herself to not overthink this, to just go to his rooms. Her dress is far more simple, and maybe she would have changed to something a little more poignant, but then she also supposes he's never really cared what she wears, and the point is to not be dressed. Taking the elevator, it doesn't take long until she's standing in front of his door. Centering herself for just a moment, she eventually leans in and knocks.]
[He's on his feet when a knock comes to the door of his and Larus' suite, and a smile tugs at Dorian's lips at the sound. Quicker than he would have thought. So she's not just curious then, but eager? It's one way to look at it, and the way his ego prompts him to anyway. Dorian places down the mug in his hand, and then crosses the room to open the door.]
My little scholar. [His tone is perfectly fond. Warm. It's good to see her. It always is, he's finding, when she brings with her an endearing kind of sometimes stumbling earnestness, and a mind more than capable of good conversation. Dorian gestures for her to come in, appraising her briefly. It's a compulsion, when what she's come here for is to be taken down the hallway to his bedroom. Dorian leans in and kisses her cheek in a light greeting.] Don't you look like a soft spring sunrise?
[And then, casual and perfectly comfortable, he leads them deeper into the suite. The rooms themselves are bright, colorful, bohemian in the decor, furnished with comfortable-looking furniture, and filled with artful objects and curios of interest alike. Fingerprints of Dorian's interests and aesthetic preferences cover every inch, sometimes coming within striking distance of garish, and the bookshelves he's been slowly stocking with literature he's collected stand in the living room as another marker of a voracious curiosity and appetite both.
Eloise can probably relate there.
But at any rate, the suite also looks oddly like there's only been one pair of hands stubbornly carving a life into it. Turning what started as luxurious but impersonal surroundings into a compelling fancy.]
Can I get you anything? I have every kind of alcohol the city has to offer, along with teas and a few kinds of juices.
[Even though she has tried to calm her nerves, she cannot help the way her heartbeat rises when he answers the door and greets her. It's so much less awkward than she feels, but despite being confident with who she is and with what little experience she has accumulated in the city, she still does not completely feel like she has her footing.
But on the other hand Dorian's demeanor is natural, and the kiss to her cheek somehow settles her, like falling into some sort of familiar social etiquette is almost normal. Eloise takes a breath and smiles back at him.]
Ah, well it is getting warm out now. [She closes her eyes to mentally chastise herself. Why is she talking about the weather? She hates small talk.
Barely looking around, she lifts her head at the question.] No, I am fine.
--Wait. [And then it's like the weight of her nerves on how much she likes him, on how much she wants this, hits her. She puts her hands out to gesture, changing her mind.]
Something strong. Please. [Not forgetting her manners, she is not picky on what it is.]
[He can tell that she's nervous, reads it in the brief closing of her eyes and the sudden changing of her mind about a drink, and it's about what he expected. If he liked her less, he might press through such delicate and apprehensive feeling and to the end he wants. As it is, he'll make his way to the drink cart at the edge of the island in the middle of the kitchen, and pour them two glasses of bourbon, neat. Doubles. There won't be much pleasure in this if he can't find a way to help put her at least somewhat at ease.
He picks up the glasses when he's done and joins Eloise at the side of the room again. Offering one over, he waits until she takes it, and then reaches for her free hand. Dorian gives her a playful tug, and then leads them both over to the loveseat in the center of the suite's sitting room.]
I don't bite, you may be happy to know. [Not unless asked. Sometimes. Once they're seated, Dorian takes a short sip of his drink, pausing to savor, before approaching the subject that started all of this in a calm, and neutral manner. His tone and demeanor remain warm.]
Have you done anything like this in the city yet? Or had sex of any kind with anyone?
[He suspects not, but it's an easy way to gauge how to press forward, to get her thinking about it in a direct way, and potentially a means of stoking more curiosity and desire alongside the nerves.]
Thank you. [When he hands her the glass, she takes a moment before bringing it to her lips and taking a hefty drink of it. Despite the subtle burn down her throat, she lets herself try and arrange the words she wants to say.]
No, I know. It isn’t that. [Eloise uses words in a precise and exact manner, so to not be well educated in a subject makes her a little more flustered than normal.
She stops and turns in toward him, one hand out as she talks.]
It is that I think of you. I mean that I think highly of you and your opinion. And I do not often care of others opinions, but I find myself thinking and wondering on what you would think of things. [That is a very ill executed way of saying she likes him. Which only makes her more nervous.]
I came to the city with no knowledge on the subject and even less experience. I have gained some in both, but no—- I have not fully committed myself to it, yet.
[After all it is kind of a lot to go from literally nothing to being dropped in a city so determined on it. Though he knows enough about her now to know that she gets herself so close to something before stopping, but in the cases of the others she has been with, it is just missing something enough for her to want to go all the way. Though she has been content with exploring and learning what she has.]
You know enough about me now that I do not like not knowing something.
[Her admiration is flattering, and he likes it. It's distantly ironic, too, but it does fit the parts of himself that he's been invested in showing her. Overall, it suits him and the relationship he'd like to cultivate with her.]
I like you, too. [He drops it out directly and simply, with a smile. Because that's what she's saying, he thinks?
None of this is going to involve a sudden jumping into what's been laid out on the table between them, but the winding towards it will be enjoyable. He doesn't mind talking first, and enjoying those thoughts she has and the earnest ways she expresses such things. Building more rapport.] You're smart, unlike other people, willing to step outside the restrictions of your age, and whatever I have said before, you're brave-- you wouldn't be sitting here if you weren't.
[He can't resist touching, though, not when they're sitting next to each other. Dorian reaches out to thumb at her cheek, indulging in the moment of intimacy, and appreciating her pretty face. If she doesn't react with a jumping of nerves or refuse it, he'll let his fingers slip into the soft, curly hair hanging by her cheek.]
What I think in this case, is that I'd enjoy doing this with you, but that there's no need to throw ourselves fully into the city's excesses yet, if it's a bit much. [Frankly:] My thinking about you, or what we've shared so far, won't be different either way.
[When he confirms that he likes her as well, there’s is almost a relief that comes over her. It’s not that she doubted whether he did or not, but it is hard to feel anything else about a person if one does not know how they feel. She looks a little more contented when he touches her cheek gently.]
I am sorry. I know this must seem so silly compared to all this city offers and how learned some people must be.
[She’s even more touched by his compliments and on instinct she places a hand on his leg without thinking. By nature she is a physically affectionate person. He seems to get her more than any here, and she really is grateful for it.]
It is not that I am not wanting. [In all of the definitions of the word. And of him in particular.] I also do not wish to overwhelm myself too quickly either. It has been a lot to come here with nothing and to have to learn so much. Not just about this subject matter either. And I do want to—- do things, with you in particular. I am glad we are of the same mind then. I would hate for you to think any less of me over something I truly could not have helped before coming here. Or that something may change between us.
[Having no interest in men save one that she could not have with the added bonus of a very sexist society that did not educate its ladies on such things meant she was certainly on a learning curve in the city, and she was interested and trying things. After all it is what has lead her to this moment.
And Eloise is not expecting love or any grand romantic gestures. She is not Daphne. She would rather someone exercise her mind, engage in her fully. While Bridgertons have the supposed misfortune and burden to marry for love in this city all Eloise really wanted was to gain a closeness or a deep friendship, but she hates the very feeling that she is so unknowing on so many subjects that make her come across as possibly ignorant or uneducated. It is the worst feeling for her. And for someone like him to think anything like that of her would be the greatest insult.]
[Enough other people's inexperience is annoying. A chore to be worked through, or a reason to discard person without a second thought. But there is genuine affection here. A likeness, in enough ways. As pleasing and fitting as it would feel to him to be her first, after the sometimes tempter-temptee tone of the relationship that's been falling into place between them, enough of it is the simple desire to share a closeness with her. It's the natural next step for him, after connecting through a shared love of literature, through minds, and finding her personality worthwhile, interesting, and something he enjoys being in the presence of.]
I wouldn't call it silly. I'd say you're expecting a lot from yourself quickly. [As her curiosity and seeming intellectual completionism drives her to seek out the unknown.] Everyone starts somewhere, and some from places further along than others. That's how life is. [He gestures magnanimously.]
What I can tell you for myself is that I want you, and I want us to become closer. [The touch in her hair falls to smooth warmly along the softness of her arm, coming to stop at the point where he takes her hand again.] Whether that happens in a more extreme way, [like edging] or in a measured one, now or later, won't make it lesser for me. For us.
[He's confident he can please them both. That it will be emotionally rewarding in a way he's willing to crave, but not have satisfied immediately as soon as it's desired.]
It's the natural next step, when people connect like we have. [In his mind, anyway.]
[He somehow has been a fixture for her life in the city, grounding her and guiding her when she needed it. Maybe it was because he was the first person who seemed to really understand her and where she was coming from. His words gave a sort of reassurance she had never gotten before, and Eloise gives him a sheepish smile. She does have a habit of jumping into things before really thinking things through just for the chance to understand or learn something.
And maybe she should be thinking things further, questioning him (and really others in the city) about who they are, but she doesn't have a lot of life experience or any reason to think anything different about the person he's portraying when he so seemingly levels with her in a way no one has. So she gives a nod in response, feeling a little less frazzled about all of it.]
I simply hate not knowing something. I don't like the way it makes me feel like I am so far behind others here. It is not a feeling I am used to. [She takes a breath to try and get her words in order.]
But I like where this is going, too. [Her hand squeezes his, and she leans in toward him.]
[That she doesn't really simper or immediately tip over and throw herself at him wholesale in the face of sweet words intrigues and satisfies him. She likes him enough and values his opinions, but enough of her interest sounds like pure curiosity.
It's relatable. Enough of his very first forays into sin were patterned with similar motivations.
Those things he sees as likeness. It makes him want her more.]
Then let's catch you up. [Smiling at her, Dorian shifts to slip an arm around her waist. He holds there for a moment, maintaining eye contact, before drawing her in towards him for a kiss. It's not the first time they've kissed, after he surprised her with one after walking her home the first time they met, but it's the first time it's been one like this. Initially soft, but steadily more passionate and personal in the private and sultry space of his suite.
It's stirring, and in a way innocent (enough) gestures like this usually aren't.]
[Eloise has never fallen all over a man before. When she likes someone it is subtle and more that she falls all over her words, her feelings getting jumbled, and it takes actual effort to pull apart the emotions so she can process them. Admittedly she does not have a lot of experience actually liking someone, but it holds true for Dorian as it did for Theo.
Eloise is far too rational to ever just throw herself at someone as it was. Instead she takes this as she takes everything else she is interested in. It is all eagerness and a readiness, and the little smirk she gives him when he agrees to 'catch her up' speaks for itself. She holds that look in his eyes as she leans forward to kiss him back. There is nothing quite like a first kiss, she thinks, but this is more wanting, more ready than just admitting interest between one another.
Leaning into it, one hand moves to his arm. She wants to keep that connection between them, to make it more physical, though certainly the emotional connection has been there since the first time they spoke.]
[It's a rousing opening salvo, down to the touch of mischief in the little smirk she offers him. A culmination. Dorian's glad now that she's never given him reason to underestimate either her mind or her curiosity. This may, in the end, he thinks, require less direction from him than he expected. The softness and nostalgia of her period dress against him, the sweetness of the taste of her lips, her warmth and eager responses-- it's all a gradually unfolding pleasure that makes him want more. He'll deepen the kiss between them if permitted, and take one of her hands to put it on his chest, encouraging her to touch him more intimately.
He's going to take his turn in short order, wants to touch her and see more of soft and pale beauty of her form, but this comes first.]
[What Eloise lacks in experience, she makes up for in at least eagerness and understanding. It is only a working theory sort of understanding, but she has been biding her time, learning and reading what she can. Some of it may not be accurate, and she may fumble a bit, but that does not mean she is not at least somewhat prepared for this.
So she kisses him back with just as much wanting behind each simple movement, her mouth opening as he places her hand on his chest. He doesn't have to tell her twice, pressing into the firmness of his muscles beneath his clothes. It already makes her think, what it would be like for the cloth and fabric to be stripped away, what he would feel like pressed to her. Her breathing is becoming labored, but this feels too good to want to pull away, yet.]
[The enthusiastic response to his invitation to touch is enough implicit permission to let Dorian take things further between them. After a few moments he draws her closer, and seamlessly into the warmth of his lap. It's a closeness he's craved with her, and his appreciation webs out into a touch that slides warmly over her torso, before coming to rest over the softness of one of her breasts, massing softly, his thumb passing over a covered nipple in a pointed touch.
He parts from their kiss then, and starts kissing down the soft column of her neck, seeking out her excitement and attraction to something that, undoubtedly, must be newer to her. He's paying attention to her reactions and any hitching of breath or sounds that might be pouring from her, looking for signs of arousal and wanting for more. Reasons to go further, and to take her hand to lead him back to his bedroom.]
[If he's looking for any signs of her enjoyment, they are nearly all there, the heavy breathing, the soft little noises she makes when his mouth skirts right over that spot on her neck below her ear, the way she leans into him. For as much as he's exploring her, she touches him just as much. Her hands seek out his warmth, and her mind is already racing for what is under them.
When he does take her hand, she is just as receptive, eager to go further with him-- though kissing him like this is just as fun.]
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What is edging?
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This is an entertaining text for Dorian to receive out of nowhere, and the sender attached to it immediately makes him interested in who she's met, or what she's managed to get into since the last time we spoke. Something fun, by the sounds of it. Although it's as likely in her case, he assumes, that she's stumbled upon it in Duplicity's overwhelming amount of erotic literature that seems to be everywhere and anywhere.
On that same note, given where they are he doesn't have to ask what the context for the question is.]
Edging is a milder, and pleasurable form of sexual torture. Depending on your partner's sex or genitals, you stimulate them right to the edge of orgasm as many times pleases you both, only for the final, resulting climax to be more overpowering.
For women it's usually done through clitoral and nipple stimulation, and for men, either by touching the penis, prostate, or both.
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[Although seemingly it’s because it’s supposed to feel good.]
Is it worth it? Or I suppose it’s a preference thing.
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A preference thing.
Think of it as waiting for Christmas morning. Do you like the anticipation of the days before, or would you rather have your gift right at hand?
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In the context of what I’m reading [Because yes, it was a book.] does one do it to one’s own self? Since the point is clearly to heighten the orgasm. A partner isn’t exactly necessary, but probably a much better experience than what was mentioned.
[And not that he asked, but she’s thinking through it all.] I would probably prefer that.
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[He smiles slightly. Keeping things impersonal on a topic like this, especially with someone he likes, is something else he has marked preferences about.]
If you're interested in a less academic experience, I could show you.
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But now the offer is there, and the thought is there, and really the next time she touches herself she’s only going to be thinking of him doing it. And well that just means the thought is already in her head.]
I.
Am.
Curious.
[Each word comes on its own message like slow steps into a pool she is unsure of, but still wading into.
Be bold, Eloise.
It’s something at least. Something he can’t say she’s not doing or shying away from. She’s having this conversation. She’s messaged him. She’s interested.]
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But now?
He's interested, somewhat unsurprised by the acceptance when Eloise has been so curious all along, and going to take the indulgence laid out before them.]
Come to my suite, then. Two floors above yours, I believe. 031-B.
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But it's not as if there hasn't been interest there since the first time they met, since he first brushed away her curls, and for that one brief moment the city stopped. She's felt that sort of attraction before, and maybe she was still dancing around this flirtation with Dorian because of that, but when her device dings his response, there isn't hesitation.
She pushes herself off her couch. Eloise forces herself to not overthink this, to just go to his rooms. Her dress is far more simple, and maybe she would have changed to something a little more poignant, but then she also supposes he's never really cared what she wears, and the point is to not be dressed. Taking the elevator, it doesn't take long until she's standing in front of his door. Centering herself for just a moment, she eventually leans in and knocks.]
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My little scholar. [His tone is perfectly fond. Warm. It's good to see her. It always is, he's finding, when she brings with her an endearing kind of sometimes stumbling earnestness, and a mind more than capable of good conversation. Dorian gestures for her to come in, appraising her briefly. It's a compulsion, when what she's come here for is to be taken down the hallway to his bedroom. Dorian leans in and kisses her cheek in a light greeting.] Don't you look like a soft spring sunrise?
[And then, casual and perfectly comfortable, he leads them deeper into the suite. The rooms themselves are bright, colorful, bohemian in the decor, furnished with comfortable-looking furniture, and filled with artful objects and curios of interest alike. Fingerprints of Dorian's interests and aesthetic preferences cover every inch, sometimes coming within striking distance of garish, and the bookshelves he's been slowly stocking with literature he's collected stand in the living room as another marker of a voracious curiosity and appetite both.
Eloise can probably relate there.
But at any rate, the suite also looks oddly like there's only been one pair of hands stubbornly carving a life into it. Turning what started as luxurious but impersonal surroundings into a compelling fancy.]
Can I get you anything? I have every kind of alcohol the city has to offer, along with teas and a few kinds of juices.
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But on the other hand Dorian's demeanor is natural, and the kiss to her cheek somehow settles her, like falling into some sort of familiar social etiquette is almost normal. Eloise takes a breath and smiles back at him.]
Ah, well it is getting warm out now. [She closes her eyes to mentally chastise herself. Why is she talking about the weather? She hates small talk.
Barely looking around, she lifts her head at the question.] No, I am fine.
--Wait. [And then it's like the weight of her nerves on how much she likes him, on how much she wants this, hits her. She puts her hands out to gesture, changing her mind.]
Something strong. Please. [Not forgetting her manners, she is not picky on what it is.]
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He picks up the glasses when he's done and joins Eloise at the side of the room again. Offering one over, he waits until she takes it, and then reaches for her free hand. Dorian gives her a playful tug, and then leads them both over to the loveseat in the center of the suite's sitting room.]
I don't bite, you may be happy to know. [Not unless asked. Sometimes. Once they're seated, Dorian takes a short sip of his drink, pausing to savor, before approaching the subject that started all of this in a calm, and neutral manner. His tone and demeanor remain warm.]
Have you done anything like this in the city yet? Or had sex of any kind with anyone?
[He suspects not, but it's an easy way to gauge how to press forward, to get her thinking about it in a direct way, and potentially a means of stoking more curiosity and desire alongside the nerves.]
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No, I know. It isn’t that. [Eloise uses words in a precise and exact manner, so to not be well educated in a subject makes her a little more flustered than normal.
She stops and turns in toward him, one hand out as she talks.]
It is that I think of you. I mean that I think highly of you and your opinion. And I do not often care of others opinions, but I find myself thinking and wondering on what you would think of things. [That is a very ill executed way of saying she likes him. Which only makes her more nervous.]
I came to the city with no knowledge on the subject and even less experience. I have gained some in both, but no—- I have not fully committed myself to it, yet.
[After all it is kind of a lot to go from literally nothing to being dropped in a city so determined on it. Though he knows enough about her now to know that she gets herself so close to something before stopping, but in the cases of the others she has been with, it is just missing something enough for her to want to go all the way. Though she has been content with exploring and learning what she has.]
You know enough about me now that I do not like not knowing something.
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I like you, too. [He drops it out directly and simply, with a smile. Because that's what she's saying, he thinks?
None of this is going to involve a sudden jumping into what's been laid out on the table between them, but the winding towards it will be enjoyable. He doesn't mind talking first, and enjoying those thoughts she has and the earnest ways she expresses such things. Building more rapport.] You're smart, unlike other people, willing to step outside the restrictions of your age, and whatever I have said before, you're brave-- you wouldn't be sitting here if you weren't.
[He can't resist touching, though, not when they're sitting next to each other. Dorian reaches out to thumb at her cheek, indulging in the moment of intimacy, and appreciating her pretty face. If she doesn't react with a jumping of nerves or refuse it, he'll let his fingers slip into the soft, curly hair hanging by her cheek.]
What I think in this case, is that I'd enjoy doing this with you, but that there's no need to throw ourselves fully into the city's excesses yet, if it's a bit much. [Frankly:] My thinking about you, or what we've shared so far, won't be different either way.
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I am sorry. I know this must seem so silly compared to all this city offers and how learned some people must be.
[She’s even more touched by his compliments and on instinct she places a hand on his leg without thinking. By nature she is a physically affectionate person. He seems to get her more than any here, and she really is grateful for it.]
It is not that I am not wanting. [In all of the definitions of the word. And of him in particular.] I also do not wish to overwhelm myself too quickly either. It has been a lot to come here with nothing and to have to learn so much. Not just about this subject matter either. And I do want to—- do things, with you in particular. I am glad we are of the same mind then. I would hate for you to think any less of me over something I truly could not have helped before coming here. Or that something may change between us.
[Having no interest in men save one that she could not have with the added bonus of a very sexist society that did not educate its ladies on such things meant she was certainly on a learning curve in the city, and she was interested and trying things. After all it is what has lead her to this moment.
And Eloise is not expecting love or any grand romantic gestures. She is not Daphne. She would rather someone exercise her mind, engage in her fully. While Bridgertons have the supposed misfortune and burden to marry for love in this city all Eloise really wanted was to gain a closeness or a deep friendship, but she hates the very feeling that she is so unknowing on so many subjects that make her come across as possibly ignorant or uneducated. It is the worst feeling for her. And for someone like him to think anything like that of her would be the greatest insult.]
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I wouldn't call it silly. I'd say you're expecting a lot from yourself quickly. [As her curiosity and seeming intellectual completionism drives her to seek out the unknown.] Everyone starts somewhere, and some from places further along than others. That's how life is. [He gestures magnanimously.]
What I can tell you for myself is that I want you, and I want us to become closer. [The touch in her hair falls to smooth warmly along the softness of her arm, coming to stop at the point where he takes her hand again.] Whether that happens in a more extreme way, [like edging] or in a measured one, now or later, won't make it lesser for me. For us.
[He's confident he can please them both. That it will be emotionally rewarding in a way he's willing to crave, but not have satisfied immediately as soon as it's desired.]
It's the natural next step, when people connect like we have. [In his mind, anyway.]
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And maybe she should be thinking things further, questioning him (and really others in the city) about who they are, but she doesn't have a lot of life experience or any reason to think anything different about the person he's portraying when he so seemingly levels with her in a way no one has. So she gives a nod in response, feeling a little less frazzled about all of it.]
I simply hate not knowing something. I don't like the way it makes me feel like I am so far behind others here. It is not a feeling I am used to. [She takes a breath to try and get her words in order.]
But I like where this is going, too. [Her hand squeezes his, and she leans in toward him.]
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It's relatable. Enough of his very first forays into sin were patterned with similar motivations.
Those things he sees as likeness. It makes him want her more.]
Then let's catch you up. [Smiling at her, Dorian shifts to slip an arm around her waist. He holds there for a moment, maintaining eye contact, before drawing her in towards him for a kiss. It's not the first time they've kissed, after he surprised her with one after walking her home the first time they met, but it's the first time it's been one like this. Initially soft, but steadily more passionate and personal in the private and sultry space of his suite.
It's stirring, and in a way innocent (enough) gestures like this usually aren't.]
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Eloise is far too rational to ever just throw herself at someone as it was. Instead she takes this as she takes everything else she is interested in. It is all eagerness and a readiness, and the little smirk she gives him when he agrees to 'catch her up' speaks for itself. She holds that look in his eyes as she leans forward to kiss him back. There is nothing quite like a first kiss, she thinks, but this is more wanting, more ready than just admitting interest between one another.
Leaning into it, one hand moves to his arm. She wants to keep that connection between them, to make it more physical, though certainly the emotional connection has been there since the first time they spoke.]
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He's going to take his turn in short order, wants to touch her and see more of soft and pale beauty of her form, but this comes first.]
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So she kisses him back with just as much wanting behind each simple movement, her mouth opening as he places her hand on his chest. He doesn't have to tell her twice, pressing into the firmness of his muscles beneath his clothes. It already makes her think, what it would be like for the cloth and fabric to be stripped away, what he would feel like pressed to her. Her breathing is becoming labored, but this feels too good to want to pull away, yet.]
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He parts from their kiss then, and starts kissing down the soft column of her neck, seeking out her excitement and attraction to something that, undoubtedly, must be newer to her. He's paying attention to her reactions and any hitching of breath or sounds that might be pouring from her, looking for signs of arousal and wanting for more. Reasons to go further, and to take her hand to lead him back to his bedroom.]
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When he does take her hand, she is just as receptive, eager to go further with him-- though kissing him like this is just as fun.]