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Characters: Willow Rosenberg and AU7 Eridan Ampora
Setting: Floor 25 - the meadow
Format: Action
Summary: Eridan's got a little something to give Willow
Warnings: Cavity-inducing cute

[Eridan sits on a rise on the meadow, fidgeting as he waits for Willow. He has something burning a hole in his pocket, a little trinket he's spent the last several days working feverishly over. He's quite proud of it, but nervous about the reception it will get. Will it be good enough? Will it offend Willow in some way?

But he's determined to give it to her. He just has to hope that nothing horrible happens before he can do it. The last time he waited for Willow, he got attacked by the Grand Highblood Subjugglator and nearly died. Of course, they also became matesprits that day, so it could have been worse]

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[He smiles, pleased at the praise, even if it came with a tiny criticism. It's probably one he deserves]

Wwell, I guess not. Wwhen you say it, it sounds pretty good. [He grins and gives her a light kiss, a little affectionate peck on the lips] And you're patient and kind and lavvish me wwith evven more compliments. I couldn't wwant anythin' more from a matesprit.

Are you sure? [He had coincidentally hit on the insecurity at the forefront of Willow's mind, and she bites the inside of her lip even as she reaches up to tug him down beside her again. Somehow it's easier to be self-conscious when he's right there next to her.]

I've just been doing what I'd do if-- if you were a human I were dating. Don't you want something, uh... pitiful?

[It's clear that she's not entirely sure how pity factors into this, but that it does, somehow.]

[Blinks in surprise, then he smiles again, cuddling in close] If you're doing wwhat a normal human wwould do wwith another human, maybe things aren't so different, after all. I'm just treatin' you like I wwould any troll, uh, other than explainin' things a bit more.

[Willow hadn't been kidding that seeing him smile made her want to kiss him, and since he'd kissed her himself earlier it was on her mind.

But she had one thing she did want to get out of the way, first, that had been on her mind for a lot longer.] Speaking of explaining things, [she says, compromising with herself by drawing his hand up and placing a light kiss across his knuckles in between her words,] can you tell me why pity is supposed to be a good thing?

[Once she understood this part, she thought she might be able to stop second-guessing herself about this. Well, maybe a little. She could at least keep her second-guessing to herself better.]

[Eridan cocks his head thoughtfully, trying to figure out why she would feel that pity wasn't a good thing. But after a few seconds, he begins to speak]

Wwell, there's a difference betwween contempt an pity, for one. Trolls are a vviolent species. Anyone you don't pity, you might use or hurt wwithout wworryin too much about it. But if you pity someone...

[He reaches out, cupping her cheek and pressing his forehead against hers, his voice dropping affectionately]

If you pity someone, then you couldn't bear to hurt them in any wway, because they're already so pitiable that you don't wwant to make it wworse.

[Oh that's a very good explanation, and charms the romantic in her completely. She giggles faintly at how obviously he's talking about her, and nuzzles against him, unreserved.]

Then if it's not entirely obvious, you are completely pitiable, [she says affectionately.] Eminently pitiable, even. If I ever hurt you I'd turn into a big wreck, it'd be completely embarrassing.

[He beams and snuggles in closer] Yeah, I wwould nevver wwant to hurt you, either. I mean, I don't think you're lowwer than me in any wway, but you're so...swweet, and kinda naivve in a lot a wways and somehoww despite bein' such a strong wwitch, you still wwant evveryone to get along and for evverything to be wwell. And I think you're afraid a yourself a bit, and lonely too, wwhich makes you just that little bit more pitiable.

That must be the strangest set of compliments I've ever received. [But she can't really deny any of it, either, and apparently it all just means that he'd never want to see her hurt, which is a sentiment she can get behind. So she just throws him an amused look.]

You're really romantic, aren't you? I mean I could tell with you bringing up serendipity, but I think it's cute.

[And now he blushes to the tips of his fins]

Wwell, yeah. I guess I am. But don't tell evveryone, okay? It's sort of embarrassin', but I believve that there are people you're just fated to be wwith.

Your reputation is safe with me, [she says slyly, scooting even closer. She's suddenly quiet and almost shy as she adds,] Because I feel that way, too.

[She just doesn't know if it was him she was fated to be with, because Tara is still too strong in her mind.

But she can't tell him that, so she needs a distraction, and she does want to kiss him. Which she does, soft but insistent against his lips, one hand creeping up to rest on his waist.]

[He warbles at the words, and returns the kiss sweetly and fervently, his arms sliding around her and holding her close. He doesn't try to push it further, but finishes the kiss with a little alien chirping noise.]

You're the swweetest girl there is.

[His alien noises are rapidly becoming endearing to her more than anything else. They're faintly cute on their own, but they're part of him, and that means Willow is already predisposed to be sentimental about it.]

I don't know about that. You just... make it easy. [Her hand slides up his waist, lightly over his rib cage because she knows his gills are there, and makes slow, meandering progress as she speaks. She hasn't forgotten that earlier she'd wanted to investigate his fins. He'd made the nicest little shiver when she'd touched them.]

Somehoww it doesn't wwork on anyone but you, practically.

[He smiles, shivering a bit as her fingers ghost over the gills on his side, and then she reaches his fin. He freezes, tensing just a little, then croons as her fingers brush against the fin.

They're definitely very sensitive, and it feels good, but he holds very still as she touches it. With a slight effort, he does force the spines to spread to show the webbing between, though, telling himself there's nothing to be nervous about.]

[Her fingertips flutter lightly over the webbing, careful and deliberate, and she watches what she's doing intently. It's an odd texture, but one she wants to get used to.

Her voice turns soft and murmuring with her concentration, and the fragility of the moment.] I think I like that it's just me. [Willow stills, and glances at his expression.] ... Is this okay?

[She hopes he knows that he can say no.]

[He's not entirely certain of that, but he doesn't want to say no, anyway. He opens his eyes, not having realized he'd closed them, and blinks at her, then smiles sheepishly]

Oh yeah... Better than okay. Just a bit of a sensitivve spot, if you hadn't already noticed.

[It's close enough to being just her that she doesn't mind if it isn't, exactly, because right now it feels like it is, just the two of them. This level was so big, and they were so low to the ground, it was hard to imagine anyone finding them even if they wanted to.]

That may have been my entire motivation. [Rubbing a little, then her hand slides up to where fin meets cheek and rests there.] I want to know all about you.

[He croons again and has to fight to keep his eyes open. He reaches up to ghost his own claws down the back of her neck]

Me too. Like wwhat sorts a sensitivve spots you havve. [He grins at that, joking a little.] You don't havve fins, so I don't evven knoww wwhere to start.

[She giggles faintly, surprised at the touch and hair prickling up. She has to admit she's pleased with herself to get expressions like that out of him.]

I could be persuaded to give you some hints. If you make it worth my while.

Oh really? [His fins prick forward with interest, quivering faintly like the ears of a cat. His claws play further down her spine] And wwhat wwould be wworth your wwhile, other than my swweeps a devvotion?

[She squirms just a little, reflexively, and pushes closer to him. It's a totally different feeling than doing this with Tara-- more like doing this with Oz, and Willow's surprised to find that she likes the difference.]

Hmm, that is a toughie. I do already have anything I could want, just about... Except, maybe, kisses. What do you think, hints for kisses? [She checks her enthusiasm for a second to ask, more genuinely,] Or would that be too much?

[As much as Willow loves flirting and making out and being soppy, she's far too considerate to forget his role in it, and she can't imagine that his reluctance from the other day won't appear ever again. Though he has seemed game for anything she wanted to do, today.]

[He IS game, maybe not for anything, but for this. Last time, the expectations he was putting on himself were too much, especially after nearly getting killed at the Grand Highblood's hands, and even now he's really not sure how he'll deal with it when it gets time to pull out the pail.

But right now he doesn't feel like Willow is likely to push him further than he's prepared to go. Instead, it just feels like...playing, like having fun, with no expectations or anything to fear, so even things that might have triggered him a bit - like touching his fins - are totally fine.

And she really is the cutest, sweetest thing in the world. Certainly, he has nothing to fear.]

Doesn't sound like too much. I think I get your hint... [He grins and leans in to press his lips to hers, all enthusiasm and sweet desire to please]

[She's relieved that he seems completely undaunted, because it is true that the last thing she wants to do is push him. She's not so sure she's ready for anything much past playful make outs in the grass, herself. But makeouts in the grass she is very ready for.

Earlier he'd seemed hesitant to kiss her too deeply, maybe because of his fangs, she guesses. But Willow wants to try it; she has to learn how to do it without getting hurt eventually, and why not right now? Plus... how badly he wants to please her makes her feel reckless and eager.

Willow presses back, letting her eagerness carry her into it, and... it's so warm. It feels warm, so much better than she was expecting, even. Why had she been hesitating? Her concerns about everything else paled in comparison to the reality, to the immediacy of being here, with him, safe and wanted.

So she kisses him more deeply, slow and careful, trying to feel where his fangs are and just focusing on the sensation of it.]

[Woah, she's really getting into it, and he opens his mouth nervously as her tongue delves into it. He's worried about his sharp teeth and fangs and her soft little mouth, but if she's willing to take the plunge, he's not going to stop her.

And she's hot. His own body is several degrees cooler than hers, and she feels like a furnace against him, especially right now. He makes a little chirping sound of pleasure and slides his tongue against hers, pressing in closer.

Wow, flushed kissing is pretty much the best thing ever.]

[She wouldn't say that Eridan is cold to the touch now that she's pressed up against him, the whole line of their bodies touching, but he's pleasantly cool, especially with the warmth of the sun a footnote on her back.

Her tongue scrapes against one of his teeth, and she shivers. The second time it happens, she pulls back; it's getting kind of intense, Willow having forgotten how fast kissing can affect her. She feels lightly dazed, and she runs her tongue over her lips just for the feeling.

No, she has to collect herself. But something about it has made her more certain than ever in dating him. Maybe it was the physical reality of it or just how easily they spoke and kissed and moved against each other, how much he trusted her and how sweetly nervous he was about everything, but Willow... her doubts were starting to fade entirely. That threat she'd made earlier about him having a confident Willow on his hands wasn't true yet, but it was getting there. It was getting close.

She smooths her hand through the purple streak in his hair as she pulls back, and lays there, looking at him openly with a kind of tired contentedness.] We definitely need to do this again. You are so... [She reaches for a word, and has to start over.] You make me feel like I don't have to think about anything else. Just you.

[She's so warm against him, it heats his whole body, and she tastes strange, but wonderful at the same time. The dazed look in her eyes matches the one in his, and he smiles softly at her, leaning down to give her a nuzzle and tilt his head in an odd way before pulling back. If she'd had horns, he would have rubbed them together, but at the last moment he remembered she didn't have them.]

I sure hope wwe get to do this again soon. [He chuckles sheepishly] It's - you - are just so fuckin' wwonderful, I couldn't evven express it.