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Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

Refusing to break the suffocating kiss that makes her blood boil, she moans against his lips as his shadows work on freeing her from each layer of clothing. She shifts her legs to help remove her pants then dips her shoulder to let her blouse fall away, each inch of exposed skin ablaze with his touch, the grip of his fingers so needy and possessive that she might have felt a sense of pride through all the overwhelming desire. But it's hard to tell over the aching need between her legs, especially as she frees him of his pants, appreciating every solid inch that presses along her thighs with a hunger that's echoed in the delicious catch of his breath. 

When his mouth reaches for her throat, Thal is conflicted between the want to reclaim their kiss and the heat of his breath blooming against her tender skin. In the end, she tilts her head up, her hands coming up to wrap around his head and neck to pull him closer. His teeth are a deserved retaliation that she relishes, sending a shiver down her spine, wanting more. "Vesperrr." His name is a throaty purr on her lips, stripped down to wanton sexual desire laced with a subtle threat.

She doesn't let him torture them any longer. Gods know they've waited long enough. By the time he positions her over him, she's desperate with need, unable to play or tempt for even a second, his voice like a siren call summoning her overboard; and she doesn't just obey, she plunges herself down. It's not the slow, gentle joining of 'lovemaking,' but the rough, primal need of sex, her breath ripping from her lungs in a mixture of agony and pure, blinding pleasure that her body has been asking for since he left her sitting alone in Levinsward. 

A gasping curse interlaces the quick intakes of her breath as Thal struggles to think of anything more than the way she tightens around his cock, trying to take him even deeper. She suddenly regrets having waited so long, teasing and playing some stupid game when they could be doing this; but the thought is torn away in a current of mind-numbing ecstasy as her hips roll instinctually, dragging him along the inside of her wetness - and every tender nerve that screams for more. Her hands dig into his shoulders to anchor her, savoring the moment, the victory, the calm before the imminent storm of desire.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa

I don't know what I'm looking for

The moment Thal sinks down onto him, Vesper lets out a low, guttural moan that rips free from somewhere deep in his chest—a sound of relief, of satisfaction, of bright frustration unravelling all at once. His head falls back for just a second, lips parted as he breathes through the sharp, electric wave of pleasure that pulses through him. She's hot and tight and slick around him, and it steals the air from his lungs, strips every thought from his mind but one: more.

His body reacts before his thoughts can catch up. He braces one hand behind himself on the rock, forcing his torso up so he can bury his face against the curve of her breasts, breath coming in heavy bursts against her skin. His free hand slides down, gripping her ass with shameless greed, fingers pressing into soft flesh as if to keep her anchored there, as if to make sure she doesn't pull away—not now, not when she feels like this.

His shadows respond too, sliding between them with a will of their own. They slip between her thighs, curling like smoke, pressing with a deliberate, focused rhythm against her clit. There's no heat, no friction—just the ghostly pressure of magic, a phantom caress that leaves room for everything his hands and mouth can’t reach right now.

Vesper groans again, the sound muffled against the swell of her chest as he trails his mouth up toward one of her nipples, tongue flicking out to taste the salt and heat of her. "Fuck, Thal..." he breathes, voice rough and wrecked, every syllable soaked in need.

He grits his teeth, muscles coiled, every ounce of restraint hanging by a thread as her body moves against his, pulling him deeper, tighter. His fingers flex against her, guiding the roll of her hips with a force that matches her own rhythm, desperate to meet her thrust for thrust, to give her every inch she demands—and take just as much in return. "Now since you're so clever," the demigod pants against her. "Let's hear that tongue twister again."

but I swear to God I'll find it

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

Although she has no plans to go anywhere, Thal likes the way Vesper grasps at her, burying himself in every bit of her like she might drift away; but every sound from his lips, every tightly woven piece of muscle beneath her fingers, every inch she takes makes it hard to even play with the idea of leaving. As if just to prove her right, the sudden, rhythmic pressure against her clit sends her heart racing faster, her hips bucking in an attempt to feel more of his shadows, because it's not enough. All it does it push her farther into the maddening vortex spinning in her mind, dragging her deeper into the building pressure, where light and reason are nothing but a fantasy. 

She manages to control the urges enough to slow the thrusts to a pleasurable rhythm - just as Vesper flicks his tongue against her nipple. Her back arches as she grabs at his hair, tangling her fingers in the short locks as thoughts slip through her fingers like bubbles through the wave of pleasure. But it's still not enough, and she can feel the way her body is already begging for release. 

In the sea of sensations, it takes her a second to register his words, brows furrowing with confusion as she loses herself in the grind of their hips. Tongue twister? She can barely breath without it catching, barely open her mouth without moaning, barely think at all - and he wants her to recite a tongue twister? Thal nearly laughs at the absurdity, and she momentarily considers refusing the request, but part of her wants to see where he's going with this, so she indulges him, leaning her head down so that her hot, heavy breaths tickle against his ear. "Lesser leather never weathered wetter weather better." It isn't so much the words as the way she sings them, the notes lulling and seductively suggestive with every roll of her hips, punctuated with a low hum as she tries to catch her breath. 

Nipping her fangs against his ear, she tightens herself around him with a deep intake of air, her voice raspy and dripping with lust. "Anything else you want me to say, Vesper?" His name is an offer and a plea to get on with wherever it is he's taking them.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa

I don't know what I'm looking for

Vesper’s breath hitches sharply at the heated way Thalassa’s voice curls around each syllable of the tongue twister, the seductive cadence of her words vibrating against the sensitive skin just beneath his ear. It’s nearly enough to unravel him completely, his hips bucking upward instinctively, driving deeper inside her, matching the tantalizing rhythm of her movements. His fingers tighten possessively on her ass, pulling her down harder, forcing her to feel every desperate thrust as his mouth trails along her breast before nipping sharply at her nipple.

But when she murmurs his name—a heady, pleading demand—it sends a fresh wave of molten desire coursing through his veins, lighting every nerve on fire. He's so achingly close to the edge already, body strung tight like a bowstring, but he holds himself back, savouring every agonizing second. It had taken them long enough to get here, he'd be damned if he let it end too soon.

A slow smirk curves against her skin as Vesper’s mouth finds its way back to her ear, lips brushing softly over the shell as he growls out his next words, breath heavy and teasing, darkly playful despite the intensity. "How 'bout you try usin’ that clever tongue of yours to say somethin’ nice 'bout Vox?"

To encourage her further, his shadows intensify their rhythmic pressure on her clit, circling and stroking with deliberate precision. His own thrusts deepen, grow rougher, each roll of his hips grinding sharply against hers. Vesper’s free hand slides up her body, thumb teasing firmly over her other nipple. "Go on, Thal," he murmurs hoarsely, voice thick with amusement and lust. "Be a good girl and say somethin’ nice. I bet he's listenin'."

but I swear to God I'll find it

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

His reaction to her words is exactly what she wants, and she gasps at the stars that start to shine in her vision, shimmering before plunging deep into her core to fuel the fire that's brewing. Her breathing is hot and heavy against his ear, wanting Vesper to hear the way she grunts softly with every deep thrust of his hips, the air being pushed from her lungs with the force of her pleasure. Thal wants him to hear the dangerous moan that leaves her pretty lips when she shudders against the bite of his teeth on the sensitive nerves of her nipple, tightening herself around his cock with the growing need for release.

She's not thinking of much more than that when he speaks again, his voice wrapping like shadows through her mind, unfocused and distant. The topic isn't what she'd call 'sexy,' but the dark, teasing drawl of his tone combined with the deliberately timed movements of his body make it hard for her to laugh. Her hips buck against his, back arching to feel more of his shadows against her clit, to feel more of his fingers against her nipple, to feel more of the mind-warping desire she knows is coming, yet he stalls them with words, dragging things out to the point she can barely stand, her teeth clenching against the frustration.

'Good girl' and 'nice' are things Thal has never been called, and it grates against her mind abrasively, making her growl low at the insinuation, her fingernails digging into Vesper's shoulders. If anything, she wants to be the opposite, and the fire of stubborn determination gives her enough clarity to want to prove as much; that she's not some 'good girl' begging for praise, but an incomparably dirty slut deserving of punishment. The wicked grin on her face doesn't compare to the liquid venom curling from her lips on a saccharine sweet tune.

"If you being in my head felt like this
I would probably just join you
In the dark purple abyss
Until then, enjoy the view."

On her final words, she throws her head back, rolling her hips more dramatically as she bites her lip and closes her eyes against the suffocating pressure that's coiling deep inside. A glistening shine of sweat covers her pale skin, her spade tail flicking sharply and her dark hair catching the wind in a moment of wild ecstasy that she puts on for whoever may be watching - for Vesper.

Dipping her head back down, she places her forehead to his, her breaths short and labored as her hips continue their rapid movements. The hooded blue of eyes stares down with a blazing challenge, her raspy voice as sharply laced with thread-bare desire as her fanged grin. "Think you can do better?"

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa

I don't know what I'm looking for

Vesper feels the visceral way Thal reacts to his teasing, his challenge sinking beneath her skin like barbed hooks. Her growl, low and dangerous, vibrates straight down his spine, triggering a fresh, feral surge of desire that matches the relentless drive of his hips. He loves that sharp, defiant resistance; the way calling her a good girl cuts against the very core of who she is just as he'd known it would—because gods, does he love the way she proves him wrong.

He groans through clenched teeth as her nails dig into his shoulders, the sharp bite of pain spiking pleasure higher. His fingers tighten on her breast, rolling and tugging her nipple harder, feeding off the primal energy radiating from her. "Fuck, Thal," he pants, voice raw, stripped bare of restraint.

Her venom-sweet poem sends heat flaring violently through him, the sultry taunt and dark promise embedded in every word going straight to his cock, pushing him dangerously close to the edge. The dramatic roll of her hips, the vision she makes with her head thrown back, riding him in defiant ecstasy, is almost enough to shatter his control right then and there. He growls her name again, a ragged sound ripped from deep in his chest, fingers digging into the curve of her ass as he forces himself deeper, harder, matching her rhythm stroke for stroke.

When she presses her forehead to his, her blazing blue eyes daring him to match her, Vesper’s lips curl into a savage grin. He steals a fierce, bruising kiss from her mouth before rasping out his response, broken by the ragged, uneven breaths he's forced to sip between thrusts:

"If Vox is watchin', let him see
I wonder if he'd rather be you or be me?
Don't matter which one of us he'd rather be in,
cause soon it's gonna be my name you're screamin'."

He punctuates the final line with a deep, possessive thrust, driving home the point as he uses his shadows to stroke and circle her clit faster, tighter, more ruthlessly. His fingers slide down her hips, gripping fiercely as he urges her body onto his cock again and again, like she was his to have and use. There's no trace of teasing left in him now—only fierce, primal determination to push her over the edge, to shatter whatever self-control she thinks she has left, and leave her shaking apart in his arms.

but I swear to God I'll find it

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

The air shimmered. Not with heat, not with breath, but with frequency—a subtle, static ripple like the moment just before lightning kisses metal. Somewhere behind the sound of skin on skin and ragged, breathless gasps, there came a fizzle. A flicker. A delighted hum of something listening.

And then—

"Oooohhh my stars, you two!"

Vox’s voice bloomed into existence like a delighted gasp from the corner of the void, breathless and positively giddy. "Now this is the kind of poetry that really moves me!" A gentle crackle of static rolled over the rocks nearby like a caress, uninvited and utterly enthralled. "I must say, I’ve been touched by many verses this season, but very few of them involved this much thrusting."

There was a pause, filled with nothing but wicked energy.

"Thal, my sweet savage sparkplug—if you ever do decide to join me in the dark purple abyss, I promise the ambiance is excellent."

A sharp snap of electricity fizzled between them—a wink, if winks could hum in a frequency that made toenails itch.

"And Vesper... my, my. That last line was positively lyrical."

Another hum. A low, pleased crackle. And then—nothing but the sound of waves, and a very faint echo of laughter, buried deep in the rocks around them.Though the next time one of them blinked, the word "Encore?" was briefly etched in the condensation across Thal’s thigh.

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

The hard tweak of her nipple and the sound of her name on his tongue flares every nerve in her body, bringing her ever closer to that breaking point that feels so close. She can hear the way Vesper is losing his own battle, feel the way he buries himself in her with a fraying control, the possessive bite of his hands against her a delicious reminder of how much she caused this. It's only fueled by the primal, ragged sounds he makes, the way his own sharp grin makes her shiver with delight.

His lips crashing into hers take Thal by surprise, stealing what little breath she has, enough to make her dizzy with lust as she moans through the claiming, searing kiss. Her eyes drift closed to appreciate the taste of him, but he's suddenly pulling away, saying words that make her want to melt into the molten heat of her desire, anticipation and excitement pulsing through her. 

As he dares to push everything up another notch, her own efforts increase to match and she lets out a string of guttural curses, his name strewn in among them as she feels herself reaching a fevered peak with each combined stroke of shadows and cock. 

Thal jolts slightly at the sudden interruption, but the strange sizzle of electricity feels tame compared to the heat boiling inside. Her rhythm only stutters for an imperceivable second before she's resuming the movements with a needy frenzy. She barely listens to the disembodied words, too busy driving herself onto Vesper to truly care about anything Vox has to say. Between thrusts and desperate breaths, she lets out the first words that come to mind: "Whatever, creep." She doesn't notice the letters across her thigh and probably wouldn't care either way if it means more interactions like this, but her eyes are fluttering closed, thoughts becoming too distant to properly converse. 

Each crash of their hips brings her deeper into the dark pleasure of her mind, stripping her of anything but the primal need to release every drop of the long-overdue orgasm threatening to seize control. Her hands still grip at his shoulders, nails biting in as the internal heat of her body tries to push outward through her magic. She can feel the grasp on her mind slipping, reaching the crisp edge of the cliff that she so desperately wants to fall over, the waters below beckoning with the promise of unrivaled satisfaction. It's so close, and her head swims with the overwhelming approach, her mind a tsunami of growing pressure about to break against her. Through the pumping of her blood in her ears, she can faintly make out her own voice, calling like a siren, pleading and full of undiscovered horizons, "Vesperrr."

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa

I don't know what I'm looking for

Vesper is lost in the raw, visceral intensity of Thal's thoughts such that Vox's violet interruption hardly bears mentioning. Her voice, gasping his name with a hunger he's never heard before, unravels every lingering thread of restraint the demigod has left. The way she moves above him—fierce, wild, and utterly consumed by their shared desire—is a sight that etches itself deeply into his mind, burning every detail into memory.

The slick heat of her body clenches tight around his cock, pulling him deeper with every frantic roll of her hips, driving him toward an inevitable climax he wants to delay, but knows he can't. Every tight, wet slide of her against him strips away his control bit by bit, replacing it with a white-hot ache that coils tighter in his core.  His shadows ripple urgently, maintaining relentless pressure against her clit, feeding off the intoxicating wave of pleasure he senses building within her. "Come on, Thal," he growls, voice rough and unsteady, breaking with desperate urgency. His fingers tighten possessively around her hips, pulling her closer, guiding her firmly onto him as he feels her body tighten in response. "Gods I need to feel you cum," he begs, almost breathless against her skin.

He wants to hold out, to watch her fall apart first, but as he feels the telltale flutter of her muscles around him, the way she squeezes him even tighter as she rides the razor’s edge of her orgasm, he knows it's a battle he's bound to lose. The pressure is too much—the slick, desperate friction of their bodies and the hungry, breathless moans she gives him send him hurtling toward release.

"Gods—fuck, Thal—" he curses through clenched teeth, feeling his release hurtling toward him with relentless force. "You're gonna be the fuckin' end of me," he snarls against her skin, thrusting hard into her as his climax crashes through him with a force that tears a strangled moan of her name from his throat.

His cock throbs hard, pulsing deep inside her as he spills himself, fingers gripping her skin hard enough to leave marks. Even through the intensity of his own orgasm, he refuses to stop, fucking her roughly through each wave of pleasure, determined to push her over the edge and shatter whatever is left of her self-control.

but I swear to God I'll find it

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

Her name falls from his lips so many times she starts to lose count, although, honestly, who's keeping score when the game has been long over? There's nothing left to lose, no reins, no control, no rationality, no patience, just stripped bare primal sex consuming her bit by bit. 

Suddenly it's too much. His words, his shadows, his hands, his cock, all driving into her, driving her to the edge, cresting over. She doesn't know how she's held out this long, or why. Maybe there's still a lingering stubbornness in her that needs for him to break first, to truly break, because when he does, her body shivers with delight, a final relishing of her power before the end. It's in the way he admits defeat, the snarl of his words making the last of her air gasp then shift into a throaty moan somewhat resembling his name; the way he throbs inside her like the thundering beat of her own heart, stretching and filling each crevice perfectly; the way he clutches violently at her through the intensity of his orgasm, igniting every sensitive nerve aflame with his touch. 

She can't stop the torrent of sensations that flood her, a cry of long-awaited release ripping from her chest through the shuddering of her body, "Vesper!!" The orgasm seems to send her into overdrive while simultaneously seizing every muscle, causing a collective tightening around Vesper from her fingers to her thighs to the curl of her toes, all while her hips continue a desperate, jagged rhythm that's completely out of her control. It's anyone's guess whether they're thrusts or jerking spasms that wrack down her spine, her body too far gone into the throughs of primordial pleasure to be making any semblance of sense. 

Her mind doesn't fare much better, shattering into fragments of suffocating salt water and blazing fire that steam into bursts of searing white light. Control and coherent thought are the farthest thing from her reach, only the frying of her nerves and waterboarding of her brain registering amongst the waves of pleasure that his determined movements only heighten to a torturous point. She can't tell up from down, left from right, mind from body, her from him. There's only the satisfying hollowing of her soul as she explodes, every part of her burning around the world-ending chaos inside. 

Thal can tell she's shaking, reeling from the force that continues to batter her. She is so tightly wound with Vesper that he'll be able to feel each gasping, shuddering breath that never seems to be enough, her moans almost a whimper of foul curses through the blinding haze that scatters her vision. Her hands twist in his hair and across his back, her arching back pressing every burning inch of slick skin against his, her hips sealing her dampness around him through the movements, and her horned head dangling just next to his in a mixture of pleasurable exhaustion and euphoric delirium that rattles her, hovering weightlessly in the in-between.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa

I don't know what I'm looking for

Vesper is utterly lost—lost in Thal’s mind as much as her body, floating adrift in the shattered, chaotic bliss of her orgasm as it crashes through her thoughts like a tidal wave. The intensity of her pleasure reverberates through his telepathy, echoing every shudder, every gasp, every strangled moan of his name until his own sensations blur into hers, indistinguishable and all-consuming. His mind spins in a haze of violent satisfaction and raw emotion, the world narrowing down to nothing but her: the way she tightens impossibly around him, the sting of her nails dragging over his skin, the desperate heat of her breath panting wildly against his neck.

For a long, surreal moment, there is nothing else but the electrifying collision of their thoughts and bodies. He's grateful—though barely aware of it—that she doesn’t speak, doesn't break the spell with words or clever taunts. Her silence lets him linger, suspended in that shared euphoria, feeling every tremor that wracks her body as though it's his own, breathing in the scent of salt, sweat, and her skin like it's the only air he's ever known.

Only as the sharp edge of sensation slowly begins to dull into something warm and content does Vesper gradually return to himself, his awareness trickling back bit by bit. His breathing begins to even out into softer, heavier pulls of air, and he becomes conscious of the way Thal is draped over him, their skin slick and burning hot against each other, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she clings to him in the aftermath.

Without thought, his arms shift around her, protective and possessive, pulling her close as his body finally relaxes. With a low, breathless groan, he leans backward, bringing her with him as he sinks back against the heated stone, letting gravity reclaim them both. He keeps her pressed tightly to his chest, fingers lazily tracing nonsensical patterns over the slick curve of her spine, eyes half-lidded as he savors the peaceful haze that wraps around them both.

but I swear to God I'll find it

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

It takes her a little longer than Vesper to come down from her orgasmic high, the fractals of her mind finding it difficult to reclaim the controls on her limbs. She feels like she's floating and falling all at once, drifting slowly down from the mind-numbing ecstasy that makes her thoughts as slippery as soap suds in a diverting river. 

Luckily, all rivers lead somewhere, and after another moment of listless existence, Thal finally manages to take a deep, reorienting breath that brings the boiling heat of pleasure down to a manageable simmer. The shuddering of her body slows to a tremble, her breaths still shallow but coming easier to give her enough clarity to notice the way she's suddenly falling again - falling forward, more into Vesper's arms. 

Her body momentarily stiffens at the movement, ready to push him away through the haze of her solidifying thoughts. Cuddling after sex feels like something for romantics and four-letter words that make her want to laugh and gag at the same time - yet something stops her. Call it euphoric exhaustion, call it temporary weakness, call it the lingering complexity of emotions in her chest, but she thinks she deserves a moment of quiet reprieve after such a spectacular display. And what could be the harm in indulging for a moment? So, without as much conscious effort as she expects, she melts into his tight hold, no signs of sharp edges or fangs among the supple curves that mold to him, fitting perfectly. Her head feels thick and heavy, and she rests it against his chest, her hair spilling over his freckled constellations. 

The lazy movements of his fingers calm the tiny tremors that still traverse her body, somehow soothing the abrasive pain of oversensitivity that threatens to make the touch uncomfortable. A small piece of her subconscious is aware of the contrasting bruises she'll probably see tomorrow, the aches she may feel in random crevices, but she can't find a reason to care right now, if anything, she almost smiles at the idea. Almost. It's hard to do when her eyes flutter between hooded and closed, expression limp with surprising contentment. She unconsciously draws circles through Vesper's hair, twisting the strands gently around her fingers as a low hum starts in her chest.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa

I don't know what I'm looking for

Vesper isn’t cuddling her—he’s surviving. Muscles too spent to move, mind still drenched in the aftershocks of shared release, and Thal's weight flush against his chest grounding him like an anchor he didn’t know he needed. Every inch of him feels used, drained, sated in a way that’s more dangerous than satisfying. If he let himself think about it too long, he might even call it intimate—but gods forbid.

The lazy stroke of her fingers through his hair draws a deep, involuntary sigh from his chest, half contentment, half surrender. The sound surprises even him. His shadows barely stir, wrapping around the two of them like smoke without form or purpose—just reflex, protective and quiet.

"Y'know," he rasps eventually, voice raw and hoarse against her hair, "If that was your version of a rhythm lesson, I'm not sure I survived the syllabus." His smirk is faint but audible, the kind of joke that takes effort when his limbs feel like lead and his body is still humming from the inside out.

Eventually, his gaze lifts past her shoulder, instinct tugging his eyes toward the cliffs and rocks beyond them. There's no obvious shimmer now, no sizzle of static—no disembodied flirtation or teasing echo from the void. But Vesper squints anyway, like he half-expects to see the word Encore carved into the clouds.

"You think he's still watchin'?" he mutters, almost idly, though the tick of his jaw says he’s not actually amused. "...We should've charged him."

but I swear to God I'll find it

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

Whatever it is they're doing, Thal doesn't show any signs of separating, faintly realizing that she probably couldn't even if she wanted to. Her head is still pleasantly fuzzy, making each thought and movement feel like she's wading through a thick syrup that lingers on her skin like the salt after plunging into sea water. It's not uncomfortable, and she doesn't fight to quickly reclaim any clarity or precision of thinking; but scattered amongst the satisfying remnants of their combined pleasure, there's a distant warning bell endorsing caution. 

Vesper's sigh anchors her focus to the moment, the way her fingers have somehow become gently tangled in his hair, her breaths smooth and relaxed against the slowing of her heart, her guards momentarily disabled in the aftermath. Amidst the sensations, she feels a familiar pressure settle against her skin, no longer teasing or restricting, just present, protective. It eases something buried deep within her chest, ancient and fortified from the outside world. She tries not to think too much about it. 

When he finally breaks through the silence, Thal likes the way his gravelly tone rustles her hair, sending a small shiver down her spine that she tries to hide with a short huff of heady laughter at his words. The raspiness of her own strained voice is softer, a low purr of effort. "I could always give you private lessons." With her own lips so close to his chest, he'll have no difficulty feeling the amused curve of her mouth; and with his telepathy, Vesper will see the groggy images of how she pictures these various 'lessons' going, all ending in a very similar manner they currently find themselves in now. "For a fee, of course," she adds belatedly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea about her offer being out of the 'kindness of her heart' or whatever other heart functions might inspire the suggestion, although she's flexible on what said payments might look like.

Just as she settles back into a content daze, Thal's body tenses at the insinuation that their unwelcome observer might still be hovering nearby. Her hand stops its twisting motion as she opens her eyes to take in whatever surroundings she can see, the sharpness of her mind drifting back. "Gods, I hope not." If only because she gets the feeling her limp, drained figure looks a lot like weakness right now. Pulling pointedly at a piece of his hair, the teasing of her voice attempts to mask her own vulnerability. "It was your idea though, even if he is a pervert for... " 'Interjecting?' 'Watching?' 'Joining?' She's not sure what to call it and she fades into an uncomfortable silence, the humor starting to taste bitter on her tongue. If it was any other person, she might have enjoyed the addition to their fun, but the creepy disembodied static wasn't her idea of a good time, and she doesn't like being startled.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa