Let's Play!

Ansel smiled at his sweet baby girl, not missing a beat as he kissed Willow's cheek and hugged her into him. Thankfully they had not lost any more clothes before this little sugar plum wondered in. He reached out to poke her nose.

"Helping mama with her clothes. Sometimes clothes can be tricky, you know? I'll take good care of your wand. You go have fun, kay?"

Technically it was all true, which he was twice as proud of.

The child nodded and picked up the discarded shirt.

"Here you go. "

"Thank you. Have fun. "

He looked at the shirt with less delight. He had just freed her from this thing. Now he was watching Rosie head out the door before slipping Willow off hiss lap to swiftly shut and lock the door.

"I'm gonna get better about this."

He promised with sincere intent as he crossed the room to kiss her.

Willow pressed her hands to her cheeks to cool them.

"At least it wasn't Brooke."

She tried to find a silver lining, even though she was now flustered in all the wrong ways.

Ansel chuckled, pulling her into his arms to kiss easily. His mood was not so easily lost and he was so happy to bring her back to this side with him.

"I don't think she's such a worry. She'd probably just ask us to wait or stop to get what ever and then go away. "

There were perks to knowing, in his opinion they were few. But still, it had kept him from walking in on his parents in a traumatic fashion, at least. But at this second he didn't care if his child had a smidge of normal trauma. He wanted his wife.

Willow shook her head.

"She's so... embarrassing about it."

Her shoulders dropped.

"And she doesn't like me very much. C

"Embarrassing? "

Well she had caught his attention enough to focus on her and the conversation.

" how? "

Willow shrugged.

"How she just blunt she is about it... and it kinda feels like she's judging me for it or something."

Ansel glanced down the hall.

"I know we both can come across that way. Can't speak for her, but in my case it's normally just an innocent side effect of my ability? Before I could control it, especially. Because everything felt obvious, and for me, it was. But it took a while to figure out the things and understand them. "

He shared, cupping her cheeks and pulling her in to kiss him.

"I'll talk with her, though. When the time is right. She needs to learn the impact she has. She's bright, she'll learn. "

He reassured, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs.

"She is also straight wrong about some things. "

Like thinking Nora was his sex doll.

Willow shrugged a little.

"I guess it's fine now anyway, " she whispered.

"It's not like I can keep secrets from you anymore. You'll know if i do or don't like something or someone."

Ansel looked to her, confused as he held her closer to him.

"I thought you wanted this? "

That sounded like regret and he didn't fully comprehend why that panicked him, but it sent a worried sense of dread skittering across the back of his mind.

Willow lifted her face and pressed it into the side of his neck.

"I do," she offer soothingly, taking a deep breath and reminding herself that she was safe now. It didn't do much for the lingering grief left by past mistakes, but it did help calm her anxiety.

"You liked Taylor."

Ansel nodded a bit, groaning as he felt his mind effortlessly switch streams, kissing at Willow.

/ Like. Which is complicated considering many things. Even if it's not complex for others... /

He shifted and nipped down her neck, grinning.

/ What about you, darling? What if it were both interested in you? /

Obviously in the male form, as the female didn't have him all tripped up.

Shocked out of the slow relaxation she'd been developing as she rested in his hold and breathed in his scent, Willow blinked rapidly. Her stomach did a little flip flop at the suggestion.

She knew he didn't mean at the same time, not like THAT. He wouldn't be interested in that kind of thing. She wasn't near as attractive as either or them, and he was conflicted about men, and... it was just an absurd thought, wasn't it? She'd never even considered... and yet now that the thought had occurred, she couldn't seem to get the little curious imagining out of her silly head. Two? What would that be like?

Willow laughed at herself, even as her skin warmed to scarlet. She tried to make herself focus on his obvious meaning, of them liking her separately.

/I think he likes me too, but don't worry. It's no threat to you./

Ansel chuckled.

"He can never have you as I do. "

He whispered into her ear as he placed light kisses there,, fingers teasing her free of her shirt.

/ And I meant exactly like that. /

He informed her, catching her curious little wonderings, claiming her mouth with his own.

Willow's breath caught in her throat.

/you... would you... enjoy that?/ she asked cautiously.

/ Yes. Both on my own and through you.... remember, your pleasure is my pleasure now. /

He shared, dipping his fingers between her thighs to make his point.

That breath escaped with a hitch. Willow hadn't considered that scenario. She'd offered to fool around with Taylor for his benefit, sure, but even then she didn't imagine it turning out with them both involved with her. It seemed so unrealistic, even if it was incredibly erotic.

Willow pushed the thought away and grabbed onto him, wrestling her way on top. There. Things were a little more in control.

/wait, what was that again? I forgot,/ she lied with an impish grin.

Ansel groaned.

/ Woman, I'll happily help you remember exactly how pleased we can both feel. /

A drug he would never tire of, no matter how much he wanted or cared about anyone else, Willow was his. No matter who else she picked, either.

It wasn't until later while she basked in the afterglow that she revisited any of the other thoughts. Feeling much calmer, safe and loved, she lifted her head from his chest.

"You really aren't upset anymore that I find other people attractive?"

"Insecure, more than anything. But no, it's unreasonable to be attracted, possibly even a hopeless romantic player, to them deny you the right to even appreciate the menu. You can't even help that. "

He shared, much more settled himself now that he wasn't on edge and needing a release.

" and I meant it with earlier and it's suggestion. "

"No need to feel insecure. I'm yours forever now."

Willow hugged him a little more tightly, letting her face press back against his chest.

"And even at your worst, I loved you best," she reminded him in a whisper.

"I can not ever claim to understand that.... but I'm always gonna be thankful that you gave me another chance. "

He purred, brushing his fingers through her hair.

"It's comforting to me, but this feels so much more intensely nice to you...."

He whispered, curls slipping about his fingers.

Willow cooed softly, closing her eyes.

"Still not quite as nice as the wings, though."

"True.... that's a peculiar but delightful feeling. "

He didn't have wings, ya know.

"You could share that feeling if you want? "

He wasn't down to just reach and pull them out or something.

Willow whined at him for a second. She understood he was asking for her to pull them out, but she was enjoying the head scratches right now.

"Two more minutes."

"I'm gonna ask for the two minutes back sometime. "

He teased, chucking a bit at her.

/..... if we did that, you wouldn't be bothered if my own struggles kinda played into it. /

"Fine, fine, fine. No need to go into debt."

She wasn't actually all that put out as she rolled a little more onto her tummy. A moment later, one of the warm, plush appendages was draped over him and the other was folded to keep it from hanging off the bed.

/I offered to flirt with him specifically with your struggle in mind. I just always thought either you'd decide to step in with him or you'd put the brakes on the whole thing./

So, no. She'd never been expecting to go that far in the first place.

/I made the proposal just for you. ...... but I keep finding myself kissing him. So it was possible that's gonna happen again, even if we're both primarily in it to please you? /

Aww, he was more bashful about what she would think of him kissing the guy than anything. He was sincerely meaning to give her pleasure, but he child recognize his shortcomings.

/ don't worry about it. Enjoy him all you like./

Willow chuckled.

/I was fully prepared for it to go down as me only holding your hand until you got on the ride, so to speak. That seems far more reasonable and likely than the other scenario./

/ I think it'll be us giving you a ride. Still..../

He chuckled and relaxed a bit, sitting up to look over his beautiful woman resting in his arms.

/I can't imagine how full you'll be... or how wonderful you're going to feel. /

He mused tenderly, fingers lightly running through her feathers

Willow continued to play the part of a noodle, letting herself roll over onto her back as he sat up. She looked up at him, her cheeks faintly pink.

/ you seem to be imagining it just fine, / she pointed out.

Ansel grinned, eyes wondering over her body.

"Imagining will pale in comparison to when we get to bring you to the edge over, and over. "

Really, this new found possiblity was being him a heavy serving of glee.

Willow squirmed a little, folding her wings under herself.

/ you're... making assumptions. He might not be into that kind of thing. And... And I've not done that before. /

She was trying not to have unrealistic expectations, but the heat his words stirred was making it difficult to focus on logic.

/ He was into it when he was she, I'm highly doubtful he's less into it when the benefits for him increase. /

He laughed, moving to kiss her and growl softly in her ear.

/I can almost promise it, actually. Want me to ask? /

/ no. That would be weird. /

She paused however.

/ increase? /

How did he figure that?

Ansel coughed a bit, eyes turning over her.

"I'm a dude, dude knows what dude likes? "

He tried carefully, wondering if his lovely, bashful bride really wanted him to go into express detail about how amazing a woman's body felt clenched about one's dick.

"I'm a chick. A chick knows what a chick likes, " she countered

"True. Then he's sort of the prefect fit for our circumstances, no? "

He posed, kissing across his wife as he pulled her face into his, intending to steal kisses until she cut him off.

/ Hey, Taylor. If the stunning creature that is my wife were interested in inviting dude you to play sometime, feelings? /

See, using Willow as a middle "safety" wall was enough to make this totally cool for him. Adding just himself would have probably made his head self destruct

/is this a trick question?/

Because it felt like a trick question.



Willow didn't cut him off so much as break into giggles.

"Okay, okay!"