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[bellabelgium]

[ It has been an obnoxiously long day. Actually, it's been a very long week. The planning, the comparing, the struggle to find the best quality but cheapest package, the preparations, the packing, weighing the luggage over and over so they don't have to check bags, the airport, the flight, the constant reassurance that little Lodewijk will be ALRIGHT with Luxembourg... by the end of it all she was starting to wonder if her idea was a good one. But they've finally arrived and whether it be out of frustration or relief, the place seems a lot nicer than she initially imagined.

There's a chill in the air but the sun does peek through the overcast snow clouds. The snow is fresh and beautiful and white, not like the gray slush back home. The lodge itself is heavy with the scent of hot smoked meat, old cedar and pine and there's something sweet and warm in the air, pastries perhaps? Fresh bread? The crackle of wood can be heard from the massive fireplace in lodge's common space and on the board with the specials for the day clearly says that they have mulled mead. MULLED MEAD.

She blinks at the sign for a moment, tired but her face lighting up with delight as she gives Ned a gentle tug of his sleeve, trying to pull his attention away from the man grabbing their room keys. ]

Ned, look... they have mulled mead. I haven't had mead in so so long.

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[handelaar]

[So suave. But whatever, it gets her into his lap, so he grins just a little to himself as he wraps his arms around her waist in return. Grins even more when she starts kissing him, and kisses her back as he slips down the side of the tub a little, finally relaxing somewhat.]

[bellabelgium]

[ Very Rico. Much Suave. ]

[ She rests a hand on his chest when she feels him slip beneath her, smiling a little against his lips, letting them linger before she pulls away slowly, gazing down at him with a relaxed, happy smile. ]

Feeling better now?

[ Her voice is soft as she brings up a wet hand to rake through his hair, mussing it a little. ]

[handelaar]

Mm.

[Which. Isn't really an answer, but he doesn't seem to notice as he slips his hands down to palm at her ass. Much more important things to think about. Like, well, what a great ass she has.]

[She brings her hand up to his hair and he leans back to let his head thunk back over the edge of the tub, eyes halfway closed as he lets her do what she wants with it.]

[bellabelgium]

[ Well that's encouraging. She shifts under his touch, inching closer to him, leaning against him and letting her breasts rest against his chest as she brings her other hand up to comb through his hair. She lets the water soak it through slowly, watching him with lidded eyes as he rests back against the tub. This seems to be working well. Maybe there's some hope for him after all. ]

I like you like this.

[handelaar]

[Palming shifts into something more akin to holding her close - not tight - just relaxed, loose, lazy and borderline indulgent. He finally takes in a big breath and lets it out, blinks at her, tries not to let a slow, smug smile crawl onto his face (and totally fails).]

Like what.

[It lacks the demand that his normal question-not-questions usually entail. If he felt like moving it'd be a gentle suggestion rather than a commanding prod. But nope.]

[bellabelgium]

Like this...

[ She says it again as to emphasize the point. Like this with her, she means. Relaxed and unwound and holding her in a hot bath full of soapy bubbles in a place far away from everyone and everything that makes him stress out.

When that smile creeps onto his face she can't help but smile back at him, a hand creeping down from his hair, fingers brushing the shell of his ear and down his neck, curling around as she traces his jaw with her thumb. ]

You look happy. I like it.

[handelaar]

[He can't even muster up the energy to huff at her, though he does narrow his eyes - "like this" isn't an answer after all - but she trails a soft touch and gives him a soft smile and he turns his head so that his skin is tilting into it, like she's the sun he's always missing out on.]

Ah.

[As in, yes, he understands what she means now, but he's too content to elaborate. He only cracks his eyes open when he wonders if she feels the same - raises a brow. And you, Bel?]

Hope you're alright, love. ♥♥~

[bellabelgium]

[ Always a man with so much to say. Though really, she can't expect more than that. This was all she could ask for, right here like this. This was her goal. She achieved it sooner than she expected she would.

When he leans into her touch she leans forward, brushing her lips to his skin, kissing his lips before she presses her nose to his cheek. She rests here for a moment, she just likes being close to him. ]

It makes me happy too.

vacationing in lex!!! so yeah not so much computering

[handelaar]

[A pout mars his face even as she presses kisses along his skin - mostly out of the principle of the thing, he's still leaning back into her mouth and trying not to smile beneath it - she answers, though, and the attempt falls to pieces. He smiles wide against her face and nods against her skin, both of them sweat-slick, and tightens his arms.]

Good.

Gotcha! I'm gonna be on vacation for the next week too!! *_*

[bellabelgium]

[ She doesn't see the huge smile but she can feel it and it makes her chest flutter. She'd pull away to look at him if he weren't holding her so tightly but she can't complain about that either.

She rests her full weight against him, body pressed flush against his as she kisses him wholly. She can't help herself when he's like this, even now it just seems so rare a thing to see. With a smile, she lets her hands stray, wet fingers dragging down his neck and shoulders as she shifts her hips up an inch or two, brushing herself right up against him. ]