[A strange thrill of exhilaration surges through him, and in the next moment he's grabbed her shoulders and roughly pushed her down onto the couch, his face looming over hers.
He's not as drunk as he was before, but he's still not quite fully there yet, either. Still not clearly thinking. Perhaps not even thinking at all. At least even back during the masquerade when he looked down at her there was full recognition who she was, recognition of what he was doing and why. Influenced, certainly, but not like how he's looking at her now.
He's smiling, but it's still a strange one. And whispering, but his voice is still not quite right. There's a light, playful lilt to it, as if he just intends to tease her. Mercilessly.]
...Cute.
[His lips brush over hers as he continues to stare down at her.]
Should I fix it, then? Ilsa?
[He keeps saying her name. He likes saying her name, how easily it rolls off his tongue. And while he teases her lips, instead he movers to kiss and bite the underside of her jaw, his hands now dropping down to her chest, firmly grabbing her breast.]
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He's not as drunk as he was before, but he's still not quite fully there yet, either. Still not clearly thinking. Perhaps not even thinking at all. At least even back during the masquerade when he looked down at her there was full recognition who she was, recognition of what he was doing and why. Influenced, certainly, but not like how he's looking at her now.
He's smiling, but it's still a strange one. And whispering, but his voice is still not quite right. There's a light, playful lilt to it, as if he just intends to tease her. Mercilessly.]
...Cute.
[His lips brush over hers as he continues to stare down at her.]
Should I fix it, then? Ilsa?
[He keeps saying her name. He likes saying her name, how easily it rolls off his tongue. And while he teases her lips, instead he movers to kiss and bite the underside of her jaw, his hands now dropping down to her chest, firmly grabbing her breast.]