[Having half the manor burn to cinders kinda put a cramp in the party process, but when have they ever given up a challenge? So while the state of the party is one matter, the other is the fact Theo wants her birthday to be ethereal, just like her. So he's a busy little bee, salvaging what plans and gifts he had and arranging for more. While Devon visits her the night before, Theo gives them time and space (look at him, coordinating with the family ♥) and his plans unfurl the morning of, when he wakes her up with a kiss in tangled sheets, a glass of freshly pressed orange juice and some sweet treats.
After some time lounging, eating and admiring one another he'll bestow her with a shoebox containing a pair of black heels, a smaller brown paper box containing a handmade mug and parakeet magnets, a third box containing several cosmetics and perfumes and a screen printed tote. In addition to all that, Theo eagerly shows off a mosaic bust of her butt he's been working on as well as some stained glass. (Thank you for being his model/muse on more than one occasion.) "They were supposed to go in our room," he says when showing them off, brow furrowed. "Guess we'll renovate when we're back inside..."
Theo is the type of person to spend a lot of time and energy trying to channel his feelings into gestures, so there are lots ofsweets around the tent the whole day through including not onebut two cakes and smaller cake bites, the latter of which he made himself. Some are lopsided. You don't notice.
Dinner's also pizza, delivered to the tent - possibly in character by Theo himself - for fun later on. Otherwise collected come midnight for an end-of-day feast.
The handmade card he presents to her has her face painted in pastels on the front reads:]
Cellar, I could buy you everything you could ever want, present you every star in the sky and wonder in the world and it still wouldn't be enough to demonstrate just how much I feel for you. You are my constant anchor of safety and calm in an often perilous sea here, and I would and will be lost without you - so I will cherish and treasure you and every moment with you I'm allotted, and then some. In every universe, in every world and in every possible way, I love you.
[ The gifts keep coming, making her squeal, laugh, hug and kiss and thank Theo over and over in disbelief of how much trouble he went through and how lucky she is. Party aside, she has plenty of treats of her own, new art and accessories, and she can't wait to show them all off when they get their room back. By the end, late at night once she's read the card, she feels tears coming up as she keeps her eyes down, sitting on the spread of pillows in their decorated tent, legs crossed meditatively, hair still sparkly with his glamors. ]
Oh, Teddie, [ Voice affected, smiling despite how emotional she's gotten. It's possible she drank too much and is still touched by that, too. ] I love you so much. Come here.
[ Her arms around him, pulling him close, kiss after kiss after kiss. ]
[He grins, right into the kiss, and keeps it going - drawn out and slow, but also a little bit sloppy in a drunk but in love kind of way. His fingers run through her hair, and he sways them side to side. All night he's been all over her in bouts of kissing and more, but here it's tender and sweet; but the heat still simmers.]
[So he's wrapping his arms around her to lay her down, peppering her neck with kisses and licks with the tip of his tongue. He's very delicate in how his hands move, caressing over her arms and hips, gently startin to undress her with a languid, easy progression.]
[ There's a bunch of strings to pull and loosen to get her out of her dress one way, riding up her thighs as she lays down and spreads her legs for him, looking up at the face cupped in her hands, kissing him any chance she gets, arching her lower back to try and press closer. She sheds the dress, shiny pink dropped on one of the tent's many rugs, breasts exposed, wearing the panties she changed into after swimming in the lake. ]
[In the last two hours? Thirty minutes? He's whispering it now, as he presses a kiss to her sternum and moves to mouth over her breast, tongue around the nipple before he gives it a warm suck. His fingers trail down her stomach, crooking into her panties, pushing them down her thighs.]
[ Interrupted by a sharp sigh-whimper, weak at the mouth on her nipple, left wet and perked the longer his lips work. Her stomach dips with a faux-nervous twitch, almost ticklish, and then she rolls her hips to help him get her out of the only piece that's left. ]
[And what he can do for her - including the tingling cool touch of magick'd fingers tracing down her stomach, drawing designs that leave little fizzling feelings that dissipate just as quickly as they're felt. His lips move down farther too, kissing at the hem of her panties before he's pulling them down her hips.]
[ There's a soft gasp and whimper, surprised and delighted with the use of magic, while she leaves the use of shadows for a later time. A few seconds are spent wondering, for the nth time, what she did to deserve someone like Theo, then thanking her lucky stars for him. She'd do that in any occasion, really. Even when one of them is in a sour mood and needs some space, knowing they'll always come back to one another and create some magic of their own.
She arches her back again, helps him slide the panties off by putting her legs to the side and lifting them off the mattress. ]
[Theo's hands run along her legs once he's pulled her panties free, dropping them next to her - hand on one thigh to part it to create that beautiful v to lean into. Lips licked, he kisses each of her inner thighs, teasing her with the touch of his lips and tongue - everywhere but where he knows she wants it most. That's how you build anticipation - that's how you make a beautiful figure writhe.
He kisses her stomach, fingers stroking down over her, thumb teasing the head of her cock while he nips at the skin of her belly.]
[ Writhe she does — wonderfully, deliciously, the same words she'd use for how Theo feels everywhere his body connects with hers. His lips, his tongue, the kisses and the teasing from his fingers, make her arch her lower back as if it'll help her cope with how much she wants this, and how much more she wants. Cellar caresses his scalp, toys with his hair, little rewards that pale in comparison to his gift. His teeth make her twitch a little, giggling. ]
[Words never not worth repeating, pressed with another kiss to her leg before his tongue peeks out to run along the length of her cock. He warmly presses his lips against it, lavishing the head with swirls of his tongue before gently sucking. He hikes up one of her legs, holding tight to the softness of her thigh next to his head and works diligently to keep her heated and squirming.]
[ Eyes shut, a shiver that runs down like ripples of water, warm and murmuring under her skin. Pleasure finds its center under Theo's tongue, warm and somehow, even after all these times, making her move like it's unexpected. Her leg folds obediently; she looks down with brows knitted like she's concerned or in disbelief, watching how her length rests on his tongue, how it slides past the ring of his lips. ]
[He hums when she speaks, as if to show her he hears her - vibration against her skin as he sucks on her, lapping his tongue against the length of her cock and letting it simmer there. He doesn't hurry this - he wants her to feel every twist and turn of his tongue, swirling between bouts of suction and the warm run off of spit.
I love you, I love you, I love you. He writes it out letter by letter, breath by breath.]
[ Fingers in his hair, a caress that presses a little harder when she feels that familiar, deeper pang, Cellar moves her hips away from his lips, breathing hard with a longing whimper. ]
I wanna taste you, [ A breath, ] When I come.
[ She reaches down to his shoulders, tries to bring him close, makes out with her husband and grinds their hips together, a gasp and a smile, excited, giddy, so incredibly turned on— ]
[He kisses her, wet and messy - offering her a breathy grin at her suggestion.]
You're the most brilliant person I know.
[Now to just roll around a bit, to get himself fully naked - cock already hard, cupped in his hand as he kneels in their makeshift bed and gazes at her for a minute. Even without glamors she sparkles in his eyes, radiating a warmth and a certain glow he can't get enough of.]
What's the birthday girl want, to be on top or bottom? Oh, or sides.
[ She breathes with a soft laugh, delighted, stealing one more kiss before looking around. It doesn't take long to decide, caressing Theo's face. Teeth on her lower lip, Cellar shrugs one shoulder. ]
[He says like it's the most obvious choice in the world, wriggling to get close and arrange themselves - it's always so hot when you're in the moment but getting there does have to get over the awkward hump of staring at someone else's thighs or knees. He makes light of that by caressing said thigh, leaning to kiss it while his fingers curl around her in a gentle, easy stroke.]
[ Logistics and awkwardness over with, she takes Theo's dick in her hand, stroking him gently, then using her mouth to slick him up. Sucking, licking thoroughly, pausing to use her hand over wet and warm remnants of fluid, working him to full hardness. She wants the fullness of it on her tongue, wants to taste the first bead of precome, wants his hips to push it deeper past the ring of her lips. ]
[He's easy to work a gasp out of, a needy little moan that goes right up against her thigh before he nips at it. He laughs against her skin and then dips his head, eyes closed and his hand guiding the head of her cock to his lips. He starts with a light lavishing of tongue, working slow in how he circles around the glans, before properly sealing his mouth around her to suck. It's then that Theo hums his next moan against her, wanting her to feel just how good she makes him feel.]
[ Her whimpers are needy, genuine, deeply felt, the tip of her length in his mouth again, deeper and less so with each bob. She mimics him whenever she manages to assemble some level of focus again, wanting nothing more than his taste on her tongue, smearing the head on her lower lip to leave his glossy slickness on the pink semi-circle. She loves him so much, loves his body, wants it all the time, wants him like this, wants his love, wants his come to hit the roof of her mouth while her hips freeze and buckle, rolling gently into the counter-motion of his head. ]
Teddie, I'm close, [ A sharp breath, then her tongue presses flat on his dick, welcoming it back inside. ]
[He is too - this is one of those times he could let himself get lost in the tantric ebb and flow, where they just move together like they somehow believe they could meld into one - or it could end sudden and abrupt, if he lets the heat at the base of his cock have it's way. His hips move a little more insistent, mimicking the pumping of his hand against her before his lips are back around and welcoming her to seize for him, so he can do the same.]
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After some time lounging, eating and admiring one another he'll bestow her with a shoebox containing a pair of black heels, a smaller brown paper box containing a handmade mug and parakeet magnets, a third box containing several cosmetics and perfumes and a screen printed tote. In addition to all that, Theo eagerly shows off a mosaic bust of her butt he's been working on as well as some stained glass. (Thank you for being his model/muse on more than one occasion.) "They were supposed to go in our room," he says when showing them off, brow furrowed. "Guess we'll renovate when we're back inside..."
Theo is the type of person to spend a lot of time and energy trying to channel his feelings into gestures, so there are lots of sweets around the tent the whole day through including not one but two cakes and smaller cake bites, the latter of which he made himself. Some are lopsided. You don't notice.
Dinner's also pizza, delivered to the tent - possibly in character by Theo himself - for fun later on. Otherwise collected come midnight for an end-of-day feast.
The handmade card he presents to her has her face painted in pastels on the front reads:]
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Oh, Teddie, [ Voice affected, smiling despite how emotional she's gotten. It's possible she drank too much and is still touched by that, too. ] I love you so much. Come here.
[ Her arms around him, pulling him close, kiss after kiss after kiss. ]
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Had a good night?
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[ His face in her hands, kiss to his jawline this time, following a trail down to his neck. ]
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[One more kiss.]
Lady's choice - massage, cuddling, something spicier?
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[ They all sound equally good. Two of them are harder work than just laying around and cuddling, though. ]
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[So he's wrapping his arms around her to lay her down, peppering her neck with kisses and licks with the tip of his tongue. He's very delicate in how his hands move, caressing over her arms and hips, gently startin to undress her with a languid, easy progression.]
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[ There's a bunch of strings to pull and loosen to get her out of her dress one way, riding up her thighs as she lays down and spreads her legs for him, looking up at the face cupped in her hands, kissing him any chance she gets, arching her lower back to try and press closer. She sheds the dress, shiny pink dropped on one of the tent's many rugs, breasts exposed, wearing the panties she changed into after swimming in the lake. ]
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[In the last two hours? Thirty minutes? He's whispering it now, as he presses a kiss to her sternum and moves to mouth over her breast, tongue around the nipple before he gives it a warm suck. His fingers trail down her stomach, crooking into her panties, pushing them down her thighs.]
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[ Interrupted by a sharp sigh-whimper, weak at the mouth on her nipple, left wet and perked the longer his lips work. Her stomach dips with a faux-nervous twitch, almost ticklish, and then she rolls her hips to help him get her out of the only piece that's left. ]
Want the shadows?
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[And what he can do for her - including the tingling cool touch of magick'd fingers tracing down her stomach, drawing designs that leave little fizzling feelings that dissipate just as quickly as they're felt. His lips move down farther too, kissing at the hem of her panties before he's pulling them down her hips.]
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She arches her back again, helps him slide the panties off by putting her legs to the side and lifting them off the mattress. ]
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He kisses her stomach, fingers stroking down over her, thumb teasing the head of her cock while he nips at the skin of her belly.]
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[Words never not worth repeating, pressed with another kiss to her leg before his tongue peeks out to run along the length of her cock. He warmly presses his lips against it, lavishing the head with swirls of his tongue before gently sucking. He hikes up one of her legs, holding tight to the softness of her thigh next to his head and works diligently to keep her heated and squirming.]
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[ Eyes shut, a shiver that runs down like ripples of water, warm and murmuring under her skin. Pleasure finds its center under Theo's tongue, warm and somehow, even after all these times, making her move like it's unexpected. Her leg folds obediently; she looks down with brows knitted like she's concerned or in disbelief, watching how her length rests on his tongue, how it slides past the ring of his lips. ]
I love you.
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I love you, I love you, I love you. He writes it out letter by letter, breath by breath.]
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I wanna taste you, [ A breath, ] When I come.
[ She reaches down to his shoulders, tries to bring him close, makes out with her husband and grinds their hips together, a gasp and a smile, excited, giddy, so incredibly turned on— ]
Suck me while I suck you?
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You're the most brilliant person I know.
[Now to just roll around a bit, to get himself fully naked - cock already hard, cupped in his hand as he kneels in their makeshift bed and gazes at her for a minute. Even without glamors she sparkles in his eyes, radiating a warmth and a certain glow he can't get enough of.]
What's the birthday girl want, to be on top or bottom? Oh, or sides.
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Sides — I like sides.
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[He says like it's the most obvious choice in the world, wriggling to get close and arrange themselves - it's always so hot when you're in the moment but getting there does have to get over the awkward hump of staring at someone else's thighs or knees. He makes light of that by caressing said thigh, leaning to kiss it while his fingers curl around her in a gentle, easy stroke.]
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Teddie, I'm close, [ A sharp breath, then her tongue presses flat on his dick, welcoming it back inside. ]
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[He is too - this is one of those times he could let himself get lost in the tantric ebb and flow, where they just move together like they somehow believe they could meld into one - or it could end sudden and abrupt, if he lets the heat at the base of his cock have it's way. His hips move a little more insistent, mimicking the pumping of his hand against her before his lips are back around and welcoming her to seize for him, so he can do the same.]
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