It had been no secret by any means that Elizaveta had always had a thing for her darling Liszt, the way the man had acted and the things he’d created were by far some of the most beautiful things she had heard in quite a long time. And the fact he’d thought so highly of her to have nineteen pieces that were related to the culture and heritage that had been so present for since her true formation, it was such a beautiful thing in her mind. The fact that Roderich had chosen those pieces and played all of them with such intensity and obviously for her had done far more to her than she had expected. Truly, she’d expected her body to react in some way, but certainly nowhere near the extent it actually had. It had taken quite a lot of restraint to act as prim and proper as was expected at these types of things, but just simple body movements and anyone who knew the little nuances of body language and breathing patterns could easily tell just how much it had gotten under her skin
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When he opened the door, he'd expected at most to see some sort of cute, barely-existent outfit, and at the very least she'd be standing to await his arrival so that she could tackle him. Not this. This was a rare treat, and his eyes widened along with a starstruck grin when he took in the sight of it all.
Still grinning like an idiot, he walked towards her as if drawn by a magnet, pulling the bowtie from his neck and tossing it onto the nightstand. He reached for the end of the leash that was tied to the bed post and loosened it, slowly pulling her towards him until her body was flush against his. And, well, it had only taken a mere few seconds upon entering the room for the excitement of the sight to work its way south.
He kissed her lips, nibbling gently at the lower one and flicking it with his tongue, his breath fragrant with apples and pears from the little bit of Obstwasser he'd finished off just fifteen minutes earlier.
That expression was just about exactly what she had wanted and the fact he seemed far more compliant towards going about this whole thing that just struck a chord with her. A soft bit of a chuckle slipped past her lips as she was pulled towards him, working with the tugging and resisting just a little bit for a bit of extra little fun. Not that she had any intentions on resisting against much of anything this night, there was certainly no point in doing so.
And such a familiar fragrance that was, a tiny hint of a grin forming as she let him do as he wished. Of course she'd give some sort of answer when she got the chance.
"Am I that obvious?" She lightly mocked, giving his lower lip a playful little nip in return.
He laughed at the ridiculous question, finally letting the leash drop so that he could have both hands free to run down the sides of her body. His hands weren't... tense, really; they couldn't be or he would never have been able to get through the concert. But his fingers still pressed firmly into her, subtle little isolated movements sneaking down the lace nightgown.
"No, really," he mumbled between kisses placed around her jaw and neck (perhaps one on the collar as well - why not, really, he always liked the feel), "the right nuance was there? I know how it is with folk-inspired music; it can be difficult to nail down that very essence... and don't give me a nice answer just because I'm going to ravish you silly."
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Still grinning like an idiot, he walked towards her as if drawn by a magnet, pulling the bowtie from his neck and tossing it onto the nightstand. He reached for the end of the leash that was tied to the bed post and loosened it, slowly pulling her towards him until her body was flush against his. And, well, it had only taken a mere few seconds upon entering the room for the excitement of the sight to work its way south.
He kissed her lips, nibbling gently at the lower one and flicking it with his tongue, his breath fragrant with apples and pears from the little bit of Obstwasser he'd finished off just fifteen minutes earlier.
"I take it you enjoyed it?"
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And such a familiar fragrance that was, a tiny hint of a grin forming as she let him do as he wished. Of course she'd give some sort of answer when she got the chance.
"Am I that obvious?" She lightly mocked, giving his lower lip a playful little nip in return.
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"No, really," he mumbled between kisses placed around her jaw and neck (perhaps one on the collar as well - why not, really, he always liked the feel), "the right nuance was there? I know how it is with folk-inspired music; it can be difficult to nail down that very essence... and don't give me a nice answer just because I'm going to ravish you silly."
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