bonne anniversaire

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Who: Requiem, Nemesis
Where: the lobby, for starters
When: Day 181

[Nemesis is waiting in the appropriate spot at the appropriate time, hair tamed and carrying a small bouquet--long stems of bluebells, lily of the valley, sunflowers, carnations, and a pink rose, tied with a tyrian and navy ribbon. She rocks back on her heels as she waits, the anticipatory type of nervous, but straightens as Requiem approaches]

Hey. Wanna head out?

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[shudders and chases after her, lashes low]

[stakesthesame]

[ chuckles against her mouth, obliging her with another slow couple of kisses.

Baby girl... [ kiss, kiss, her voice mumbly and low, ] ... the movie...

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[settles into her lap, not particularly deepening the kiss, but certainly not against the idea]

Can turn 'it on...if you want...

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[ keeping it light, and sweet, trailing her lips from Nem's over her cheek, eye, to her ear, along her jaw... ]

M'busy.

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[makes a small sound at the back of her throat, balancing her arms on Req's shoulders. she tips her head back at the kisses, then leans in to nose into Req's cheek--breathe warm and unhurried against Req's ear]

Mm...? Didn't want a show?

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[ kisses down her pulse point to the join of her shoulder-- but no farther, cuz that's getting a little twistier than she can do. ]

This isn't enough of one...?

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[she shivers, leaning in with another hum. her hands drift down, run little circles over Req's hips. then she shifts to kiss at Req's neck, and nip at Req's ear]

...Fewer sharks?

[stakesthesame]

[ shivers, with a little noise, and pulls back a little to kiss her lips again before sitting up entirely. ]

Better get back to those, then. Can't do without sharks.

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'Kay.

[noses in against her again before turning around, settling into Req's lap and switching the movie back on]

Sharks, right?

[stakesthesame]

[ oh--

flusters, pleased, and scoots them back enough to pull the blankets over them again, wrapping her arms comfortably around her. ]

Yeah.

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[The movie is incredibly dumb, and hopefully it's fine that the sound is not bumped up to max, though nothing is stopping Req from taking matters into her own hands for some trashy popcorn action. For her part, Nemesis leans back into Req, comfortable, laying her hand over Req's and stroking idly over her thumb]

[stakesthesame]

[ very content to just huddle back against the pillows and cushions and cuddle her, warm against her back and her cheek pressed to her head as she quickly watches.

the low volume is fine, she's honestly barely paying attention as-is. something more important is here, anyway. ]

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[This one's got Lorenzo Lamas and Tori Spelling, though! And possibly even the Hoff???

...That said, Nemesis isn't paying that much attention either, partially because it is absolute trash, partially because she feels terribly comfortable and content and safe, and it's hard not to just relax into Req, match her breath equally slow and even.]

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[ eventually she just closes her eyes, stroking one hand feather light over Nem's arm. ]

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[shivers, sighing softly and settling just a bit more comfortably against her]

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[ deefinitely dozing, by the time the movie's over... she doesn't react to the credit roll at all, wings limply draped around them, fluffed and warm. ]

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[no different, giving no more than a drowsy, satisfied hum at being exactly where she is]