Up and Down

Form and Function

"Hey-!"

Anna sighs and unbuttons her blouse herself. Flexing her torso slightly, she pushes on either side of the corset's busk and pops it open. The loud click makes the boys stop bickering and all their attention zeros in on her.

She smiles sweetly.

"Feel free to continue bickering... I might go and wash off in the stream, as you seem to not be in the mood..."

"Oh no, you stay where you are, dearest," Ominis' voice gets darker, stormier, more dangerous. She smirks, this tone of his voice always makes her weak in the knees, "go and get the potion from the Room, Sebastian."

"I have some with me. It's in my bag."

Anna raises an incredulous eyebrow at him, an expression mirrored on Ominis' handsome face. Sebastian smiles sheepishly.

"Never know when you might want to have your way with me, Ominis. I just wanted to be prepared."

"I shall keep that in mind for later," he chuckles, shaking his head.

By the elegant wave of his wand, a small vial of potion flies out of Sebastian's discarded messenger bag and lands into his waiting palm.

"If you insist you can take your time, Sebastian..." there is a devious smirk playing on Ominis' thin lips, "why don't we see about that... after all, didn't you want our lovely little bird to be in the middle sometime?..."

Anna swallows hard. Ominis has already done that with her - but, well, he is he. Even when demonically impatient and insatiably desperate to claim her, he had tight control over the situation and made sure she was ready enough to receive him. He is loving and caring even when his sanity is hanging by the thinnest of threads.

Sebastian on the other hand... oh, sweet and tempestuous Sebastian, he has all the passion of the raging storm and all the restraint of one too.

That is to say, he has none.

To say she is a bit apprehensive is an understatement.

But Sebastian is not letting her think too deeply about it, his lips and teeth on her bare skin, fingers hiking up her chemise and pulling it up over her head. The threadwork catches on a hairpin and with an impatient growl, Sebastian yanks it off, making Anna hiss.

"What did I say about taking your time, Sebastian?..." Insidious whisper is much closer than both of them seemed to realise, Ominis moving over to them so quietly but swiftly. His long, elegant fingers weave into his dark hair and push him down, away from her face, "I am so sorry, my love... let me take care of it."

She chuckles. It's not like Ominis never raked his hand through her updo hard enough to make her eyes water.

It seems the two have begun a contest of sorts.

Anna flips over to her hands and knees, throwing away her shed clothes while Sebastian finds the hook and eye closures of her walking skirt and petticoat. He pulls all the layers off along with her drawers, leaving her naked under the gentle sun.

Ominis flicks his wand and a cool rush of magic runs along her body, making her skin rise in tiny bumps. He then sniffs the air experimentally.

"Better. At least you're not a Saint Bernard, Sebastian. Though with how brawny you've gotten that wouldn't have surprised me in the least. I wouldn't let you anywhere near her if you actually slobbered."

"Hmph. As if you could stop me."

"I could... but be a good boy and get started, would you."