Let's Play!

Ansel looked confused.... then shook his head.

"I do not like that. "

He barely managed swallowing, face wrinkled in dissatisfied confusion.

"Oh."

Willow looked at it and dropped it on the ground, not knowing what else to do with it. She glanced around before offering her hand.

"Do you want one of my gummy bears? "

"No. I'm not gonna steal your things. "

He defended, looking almost insulted it was suggested.

"Not steal. Share. "

She bounced her hand.

"There's plenty, and I'm offering. "

Ansel eyed her hand, nodding slowly.

"Alright.... just one. Which one? "

He had no grasp of flavor importance after all.

"A clear one. Clear gummy bears are the best."

She plucked it up and offered it to him before popping the other three in her mouth.

Ansel chewed slowly before lighting up.

"This is much nicer! "

Willow smiled at him.

"Mmmhmm."

She glanced around before deciding to dart off and slide down the sprite-covered jolly rancher slide. So what if it was sticky? This was the time to be silly and just enjoy the impossible candy world.

Ansel watched his wife dart off, smiling as he looked to watch FTaylor do the same. He reached out to catch MTaylor before he could wonder off, pulling the man right into him to satisfy a growing itch he had developed.

He would be intensely making out with said male in a cotton candy bush, cause apparently the soft landing was acceptable and he wasn't so shy in dream land?

That was fine. Willow was perfectly content to slide on the slide and jump on the bubblegum trampoline and eat the tulips by herself. She thought this was a pretty cool dream. She enjoyed it thoroughly until she woke up. She snuggled happily into her warm and cozy spot until...

"Wait, why are you here?"

It looked like morning. How did she sleep that long?

Ansel woke with a husky groan, seeming rather confused for a second before he just tugged his wife into him, kissing at her.

/ Because I love you. /

Willow cooed at him and stole a kiss. Even if she knew good and well that it wasn't for her, she still liked the sound of his huskiness.

"Did you at least have a good time for the time you did have out?"

/Hmmm?/

He asked, slowly rousing from his sleeping state to live on her.

/ Like, in that weird land you put in my mind? Yeah... it was pretty damn nice./

Willow's brows came together.

/I didn't do that, but... no. I mean your time with Rosaline? And Taylor of you decided to go there./

Ansel wilted.

/Um.... no... it was a change of plans thing? /

He hedged, afraid he was gonna get in trouble

Willow struggled to work that through her sleepy head for a second. When she got to his actual meaning, the lingering pleasant feelings from the fun dream fizzled out. Her eyes were guilty as she lowered them, though, not angry.

/ I'm sorry./

Ansel shook his head, tilting her chin up.

"I'm not. "

He blushed a bit.

/I still think I'm straight..... except for maybe Taylor. /

Willow had the look of a kicked puppy as she met his gaze. All she could think was that Rosie missed out because of her. She knew this was a big deal to him, though, so she tried to suck it up.

"Yeah? Sounds good to me. Straight+, maybe?"

Ansel shifted to kiss Willow tenderly.

"She won't miss out. I'll make it up to her. Promise. I don't ever want to let any of my babies down. "

He reassured, catching her in another loving kiss before sitting up, clearing his throat in effort to try to get the lust curbed from his voice.

"So .... wanna shower with me?"

Easing with the assurance, Willow smiled a little.

"Depends. Are you gonna shower in ice cubes? "

"Well, not entirely..... but there's a strong temptation to rub it out of my system. "

He chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her.

Willow stuck her lip out little before rubbing her face against him. She couldn't help but think that seemed like a waste.

"I don't wanna shower with you if it mean I have to soak in ice cubes."

/ Well... unless you'd like to come help a man out in the shower? I promise it'll be worthwhile? /

He suggested, catching her lip in his teeth before kissing her again and being up, wood obvious as he stretched upon standing.

Willow perked up with interest for a second. IN the shower? That felt like a new adventure in their buddy-showering escapades. She certainly didn't want him any less than she had yesterday. However...

"Nah. You should go shower with the person you actually want," she encouraged with an earnest smile.

Ansel groaned, shifting to kiss her passionately.

/ What if I'm not wanting them now? /

He proposed, fingers lightly looping about her hips as he lifted her up.

/ I'll try out things otherwise later.... but I want you now. Please? /

He'd beg?

Willow was surprised. Her? Her eyes flicked towards Nora's door, hesitating for a moment before giving him the tiniest nod.

/ well, I wouldn't want you to suffer. /

Ansel groaned into her mouth in relief and anticipation, swiftly relocating her to the bathroom. Time to get dirty to get clean?

His wife definitely made him put in some work. She also bit the crap out of his shoulder in an effort to remain quiet, but that wasn't even the worst part.

"I'm so sorry! I... my nails... it just... got away from me."

She grimaced down at the little painful punctures on his back, curling her hands around the talon-like appendages as if to sheathe them.

Ansel chuckled darkly, leaning forward to lick up her Talon, grinning at her.

/ You're fine, don't worry about a little blood play my darling. .... though you're not going to be quiet long.... I'm going to hear my name on your lips again soon..../

He was not shy. He was more than passionately in love with his wife and had no shame wishing to pleasure her in every way.

/ this wasn't blood play, / she defended sulkily, trying to ignore how his actions send a little curl of excitement through her.

/ it was a real accident. I just... squeezed too hard./

/Mmmmhmmmm.... wanna squeeze something else hard? /

He suggested with a thirsty grip roaming her body.

Willow's brow shot up.

/bold suggestion, given what happened to the last thing./

Ansel laughed to himself, catching her mouth with his own.

/ Don't worry, I'm fairly confident you're not gonna break it. Accidentally, anyway./

Intentionally might have to be a bit extreme to trigger if he was honest, too. But right now he would much rather invest energy into making his wife beg him. Loudly.

Willow chuckled too, tilting one wing to catch the spray so it splashed him.

/ I'll do my best boy to prove you wrong. that would be tragic for both of us./

However, he would find that - at least for the time being - his wife's will to remain discreet was stronger than his desire to do otherwise. He lost maybe a pint of blood when she sank her fangs into him, but this time suffered nothing more than that. In contrast, aside from a couple seconds of pain when her heart stopped again, his wife was revitalized by the end of their interlude, practically radiant inside and out.

"Feed meeeeee," she insisted in good nature while he was busy fussing about towels and other unnecessary things.

Ansel snickered.

"Yes, my lovely queen. Then I'm going to grovel at our princess Rosie's feet. Hopefully a make up date will keep her from too many hurt feelings? "

He seemed fully confident their kind, loving baby girl was likely perfectly content with life. Especially if mama could do her hair.... which lead to....

"So I've got this really big lacey white bow for her....."

He actually had a collection of hair accessories he had deemed 'rosie' style. Gentle, precious, sweet themed. Brooke had "diva", and Aisling was an assortment of 'little sister' vibes cause... duh. But that was a topic for another time.

"Do you think you could get her to wear it when she has you do her hair? "

He was practically pouting for his request.

Willow laughed.

"You know she'd love to wear whatever you give her. Just let me have it and l put it in. "

Ansel looked so pleased, springing up and tugging on black slacks and a white button down. He didn't bother buttoning it as he slid his belt in place and glanced over his wife.

"Love you. "

Breakfast. Rosie. Breakfast. Rosie.


He pointedly didn't look at Taylor while in the kitchen. He was too busy blushing and feeling very self conscious. When he did catch the guys eye.....

"Sorry about the dream business last night...."

Cause given things he knew about his dream now that he was awake, he has zero doubt he'd unintentionally dragged his third into his dream.

Taylor yawned sleepily?

"Hmm? I had a strange dream last night. You too? "

Ansel coughed and nodded.

"Oh yeah. "

Well if it was gonna get shrugged of, he wasn't in a headspace to clarify.

"I dreamed about a post-apocalyptic candy land. You?"