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Ansel chuckled.

"I'm fairly positive I still can't consume it. It was yours to begin with. "

He shared as he stole another kiss.

Willow draped her legs across his lap.

"If I didn't eat it, though, you could have repurposed it," she pointed out.

/..... I fail to know how? /

Was he painting with it or something?

/you could have sold it or given it to someone else./

/Uh..... nope. It's yours. /

Did people do that? Sell bitten bars?

/I already claimed it./

She sat and ate the rest of it happily with her wine

/... please don't ever buy half eaten things? I'll happily make sure you have whatever you desire..../

It was bugging him.

Willow glanced up, brows knitting.

/I wouldn't do that unless I was starving and there were no other options. Why would you think I'd do that?/

/ Cause you said I could sell the candy and.... it's really weird and I was worried you were living like that and..... I wanna be who touches your mouth. Not strangers. /

Willow blushed at the way he put that.

/I said you could have sold it if I hadn't eaten it./

Ansel looked relieved.

/I made sure it was stocked for you. /

/thank you./

Willow hesitated, suddenly feeling a little self conscious but finding no other solution to what she had been about to do. She licked the last of the chocolate off her fingers because there was no way she was wiping that on her dress

Ansel watched her and couldn't help but smile big at her, absently reaching to poke her thigh experimentally.

" You're really delicate feeling. I didn't realize normal touch felt so.... heavy to you? "

Willow chuckled softly.

"I think the word you're looking for is 'weak'. What you're describing is the opposite of what I meant when I commented about you being so strong."

She looked down at her leg.

"I don't know if that's a just-me thing or if that's how all non-vampires feel things."

Her eyes flicked back up to him.

"...is it a bad thing?"

"No. I just kinda feel bad if I'm hurting you is all. "

Willow tilted her head to the side and placed a hand over his so it rested over where he had poked.

"Do you think you're hurting me?"

"I didn't.... but it kinda....."

He was looking for a way to describe the pressure level.

"Like.... almost hurting? C

Willow shook her head.

"It wasn't unpleasant and I'm not going to break. There's a big window for intensity before it actually hurts. You're okay."

She helped his hand squeeze a little by demonstration.

"I'm a baby. I would definitely complain if it was painful."

Ansel grinned, moving to kiss her.

"I meant it, you know. I love all of you..... are you disappointed in me? "

He normally was secure, but a thought had occurred to him that his words about the beast might have hurt his normally gentle wife.

Willow didn't follow his change of subject.

"no? What would I be disappointed about?"

"Um.... when I said sometimes I prefer talking to the beast cause she's straight forward? "

Willow shrugged indifferently.

"You like what you like."

She traced the shape of his hand with a finger.

"I'm more difficult and needier, but I can also bend in ways she can't, so it's probably a wash."

"Oh, I love all of you. I just thought of I was fully honest with her maybe she'd understand it was true ..... I love all of you. "

He squeezed her to him now, wine tipping be damned.

Willow kisses his cheek.

"It doesn't need to be true, though."

Ansel looked confused, nudging her.

"But it is? "

Willow slid her fingers between his.

"Okay. I just want you to know that I'm not expecting it from you. It's okay if it changes and you can't stand her again."

/ Not likely, she sucks my dick...../

He shook his head, trying to get that thought process to go away right this moment, adjusting his pants. He was unaware he was sharing thoughts of his wife in her other form sucking him off

Willow glanced down and covered her giggle at the interesting sensation. The amusement quickly faded to a flush that went all the way through her, though.

"She'd do more than that," she mumbled

Ansel glanced over, wincing.

"Sorry.... but yeah. "

He agreed, leaning to kiss at her.

"Can't help it. I find both forms hot. "

Willow caught his mouth with hers, on an impulse nipping his lip. It was just a brush at the memory, not enough to draw blood this time. She was very pleased with herself over this gesture of mischief.

"why are you apologizing? It's all me. And all of is attracted to you too."

Ansel groaned, mind flitting through all sorts of ways he'd like to have her right about now. He was trying to not do it, trying to not bring her through all sorts of memories he was wanting to relive with her..... but she was going to discover a large collection of things he thoroughly enjoyed with her.

/ Willow...../

He really, really was into you right this moment.

Willow's breath hitched and then she was biting her own lip instead. After a moment of checking his face to make sure it was okay, she was kissing him again and reached down to stroke him through his pants.

/That's... That's.../

She couldn't find a word to describe the shared experience, but she relished it.

/ Oh yes. /

He was willing to bring her right into every single thought he wanted. He shifted to break their kiss so he could carefully work at her dress. It was so lovely and she adored it. So careful he would be. Only of the dress. Once it was gone?

Willow listened to him but interjected softly as she pulled off the last of his clothes.

/We can do all of that later. For... For our first time like this, I was kind of hoping.../

She almost lost her entire train of thought in the next kiss.

/There's a memory I want to revisit... Do it differently this time?/

Ansel pulled back, looking over her body, lightly tracing his touch about one breast, about the nipple and down to the other.

/ Yes? /

Willow grinned with delight as her hands wandered him too. She was really enjoying this. However, she didn't explain what she wanted with words. Instead, in the middle of her kisses, she sank her teeth into his neck.

It wasn't a distant memory at all. Even if she was sure she couldn't have taken it with the extra intensity of the magic, she did regret not indulging in this with him last night. She wanted to know what it would be like have him and be had in every way at the same time.

Oh yeah, he followed her and was on board in half a second. He wanted to be sure they got to enjoy and experience all forms of pleasure they could together in yours uninterrupted moment.

It was nearly overwhelming to Ansel, the mirrored sensations and some of the echos of delight were still ringing in his head as he held her to him later, both well spent.

/hell./

The very wordy praise of great sex?

/stop... Stop whatever that... Stop breathing so much. I can't take it,/ she chastised with a feeble backhand.

She felt like she was never going to come down from this.

Ansel would have laughed if he could. As it were he was amused and grinning.

/ Want to experience unconsciousness together next, huh? /

Stop breathing? Silly woman.

Willow smiled back at him.

/Might be the only way. I'm not sure my body remembers what sleep is. I think you may have ruined me./