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[He has a special ringtone for Saya. Because he wants to make sure he always responds and he knows he may not always respond to texts right away without a specific reason. But her ringtone?]

[That is immediate.]

[The past several weeks have been texts and calls, even if they were brief. Reassurance that after the Moon, they were fine, there were no other incidents. Thankfully. He made sure she wouldn't feel forgotten, even if they couldn't be together. That also meant being able to respond to her in a timely matter.]

[When he sees the contents though-]

[He sends a thumbs up.]

[Because he's definitely going to use the mirror portals to get there right away. Even the walk in from outside for a fiery teleport feels like too long.]

[ The lack of words in his reply drags a giggle from Saya and she settles on her bed to wait. Her portal is tucked in the corner of her bedroom and she watches it over the hem of her sewing. ]

[ When Red Son appears, she eases off the bed in a way that manages to be both eager and casual. She's wearing something new which she feels both pretty and dangerous in, so she thinks he'll appreciate it. ]

[ She trots over to slide her arms around his shoulders, holding him loosely. (The thorns on her clothing aren't really sharp, he's free to touch as he likes.) Her smile is absolutely stunning. ]

Hi. I missed you.

[Oh]

[Oh gosh, that is a very good look and he just kind of stands there by the mirror. A little bit frozen, a little bit unsure now that he's here because she wants to see him, but he's not sure what the pace is, what is and isn't allowed and now that he's in the situation, its hard to not be]

[Incredibly Nervous.]

[He ends up standing still as she approaches, the tension only starting to ease when she actually touches him.]

[He lets out a soft breath.]

[His arms go to her waist and while he keeps his hold light, after seeing that smile, he can't help but step closer, and presses his face to her shoulder. Breathing her in again.]

I missed you too.

[ The way he looks at her and touches her and takes her in sends a warmth through her that has nothing to do with his natural body heat. ]

[ She nuzzles at, then kisses his head, his temple, his cheek. ] Making me wait for a kiss? How cruel. [ Her tone is light and floating. Not a trace of a burden. ] Consider this a request, in that case.

[ There's no need to ease back in to anything. She's dealt with what needed dealing with, and wants nothing more than to pick up where they left off. ]

[Well, he can hardly deny her request. Pulling back, a hand going to her cheek.]

Forgive my cruelness then.

[And then he's going to kiss her, firm and deep, a little too impatient for tentative. Not with how long he's been missing her.]

There's nothing to forgive. [ She manages to purr those words before he has her mouth busy. She can imagine he's unsure of what boundaries she might have at this moment. ]

[ The thorough and shameless way she kisses him aims to answer that unspoken question. Her arms shrug tighter around him in a way that aims to coax him closer, insistent. ]

[ She has things to give him. But that's no reason to rush through a reunion. Saya has Opinions about what a kiss should be like when it's the first one in a while, and they tend to veer toward the "mind scrambling" end of the spectrum. She kisses him like she's trying to coil him up and unravel him at once. ]

[ A really good kiss probably isn't worth being separated over. But she certainly aims to make up for some of it. ]

[He's very unsure with boundaries and while he's certainly more heated then his usual tentativeness, he doesn't push more than that at first.]

[Not until she holds him tighter, kisses him with a lot more heat and]

[Yes. That is a lot more clear. His arms moving to wrap around her, kissing back with more heat, more want, trying to express how much he had missed her. Wanted to be close to her. Mind scrambling may be beyond him, but he is certainly doing his best of it.]

[He certainly would prefer to always be able to be around her, but the kiss is certainly helping soothe those jagged, anxious feelings.]

[ Indulging him for another few moments seems apt, they were apart a long time and any kisses they shared during their brief times together were quick affairs since there was too much going on. And then another few moments just because she wants to, kissing him with unbridled enthusiasm. It's a bit before she only just pulls back by pressing their foreheads together. Smiling at him and purring contentedly. ]

I'm not going to keep apart just to drag more reactions like that out of you, but if there are other methods I can use, you should definitely tell me about them.

[ She gives him a smile and another kiss, lingering but a lot less intense. ]

I do have things to give you.

[His hair crackles at that, but he doesn't pull away from her.] Well...wearing things I get you certainly works me up. [He's blushing, but he is smiling at her fondly.] But if you like it that much, I can try to be more accommodating. [It always helps to know he has permission to let loose in one way.]

[He kisses her back, hands running up and down her back, slow and lingering.]

[Though that gives him pause.] You do? [Another pause.] Oh right. The corsets.

[He absolutely forgot.]

I suppose I'll have to let you take me shopping then, won't I? I usually make my own clothes, but that's a compelling reason to venture out. I can always make them backless later on.

Please, yes. I'm happy to be treated like a goddess as long as it's not the untouchable sort. If all the work of expressing interest is left to me then I'll think you're bored of me. [ Also a good way to make her think she's second tier to Mei and MK, as if she needs more help with that. ]

And this. [ She reaches over and plucks a blood gem from her night table, which she tosses him unceremoniously. The polar opposite of how she acted about Riku's. ] For safekeeping until we're ready.

Make them backless nothing, I wouldn't take you somewhere that doesn't tailor. They'd make them backless there. [Because she deserves to be pampered and that means professionals doing the work.]

I could never be bored of you. I hope I have never given that impression. I assure you, anything that implies that is more...inexperience and nerves than anything. [He especially doesn't want to mess up with her and he wanted to be good. Even if he understands she knows his inexperience, he can get into his head about it too much.] I'll need to worship you more then.

[He reaches out to catch the gem and it is certainly a strange feeling, the disregard for this gem compared to the others. Though he does understand why.] Ah, this gem. Yes. I'll make sure its stored away somewhere secure.

[ She likes doing her own sewing, it's less troublesome than assuming some seamstress knows the proper amount of give she needs to be able to fight in her clothing. But if he's offering... ] So long as they don't object to me being picky about the fit. I need full range of movement in my clothes while not having anything baggy. And you know how flexible I am.

Well, you do wait for me to make the first move almost always. Unless you include texting me with a code phrase. [ She's just saying, initiative is always hot. ]

[ What does she care? That one tried to kill her in the hellscape of Siberia. ] Good, then. It won't break down, so no need for anything special other than making sure no one else can take it. Some fool might think it's a ruby.

If they are not ready for picky, they need to work in a store with a lower price point. The money is paying for meeting exacting standards. [He has his own high standards.]

Ah.

Yes, that would be a mix of nerves and how much time was about the project. The hyper focus can be hard to switch gears on my own. [And there wasn't a lot of time to explore the space before MK and him exploded.]

[He steps close, his free hand moving to reach for her hand, leaning close to nuzzle her neck.] But I have been planning dates for some time and I plan to make up for that. No dramatic reveals involved.

I'll make sure anyone will regret trying. [Maybe put poisonous gas in there.]

Have you really? [ Saya moves close again, they spent too long not touching and she means to make up for it, her graceful hands slipping over his shoulders. ] I'll look forward to those, then.

But... [ She leans closer to purr in his ear ] I have no doubt about your ability to stage grand romantic gestures. I'm talking about trying to get in my skirts.

There's nothing to be nervous about. You must know that I can't get enough of you.

Hm, I have. Work had to take precedent, but now I have give you proper attention. [His hand moves to her waist, leaning in to kiss lightly along her jaw.]

[There's a shiver at that though, and he chuckles breathlessly.] Well, the plan would be getting into your skirt at some point, but if I don't need to be quite so thorough in my mood setting...

[His mouth drifts down to her neck.] I'm always willing to learn and adjust.

I suppose we haven't had much time between then and now, have we? [ Her cure working was a shock to the system, and then after the party she threw they were essentially apart until now. ] I'd welcome some making up for that, if you have the time to spare.

[ She's not trying to crowd him -- fortunately with her array of partners, that's unlikely. ]

[ There is a dreamy hum at his mouth on her neck, and she stretches her head back to accommodate. ]

A production isn't necessary every time. Sometimes it's nice, but spontaneity has its place too. In your case I doubt it would take much more than the right sort of glance to get me going.

--But I should fit the corsets. Hopefully you'll feel as gorgeous in them as intended.

[ With clear reluctance, Saya unwraps herself from him and starts across the room, shooting him a sultry glance over her shoulder. Teasing also has its place. ]

[ She goes over to the large closet and wheels out a dress form wearing a red and black corset with flame embroidery. It's cut so that the front resembles horns, but doesn't have much curve to it, perfect for either of his forms and covering enough that it could be worn by itself or beneath clothing. It's made of silk taffeta, so is sturdy and soft and has a lovely shine and sparkle. ]

[ She turns the back around so he can see the fancy fan lacing. ] I don't usually do a back like this, but I couldn't resist. It's easier to adjust the lacing this way too.

You want to try it on?

We really haven't. [With recovery from the emotional ordeal and the massive sleep debt and Saya having other partners who had their own emotional fallout almost assuredly, time really had been short for proper time spent together.]

[Its been a few days since Wukong got amnesia, so MK is Probably Stable.]

I'd love to make up for that.

[He kissed and nibbled along her neck.] Setting a challenge for me, are you? I do like trying to meet those.

[He makes a small noise of disappointment, still nuzzling her neck, but lets her go with a soft sigh.]

[Pocketing the gem, and taking off his jacket and shirt to set them to the side as she gets out the dress form. Approaching to look over the corset with a thoughtful look, fingers lightly running over its form.] Its lovely.

And adjustment is very good. Even if the form change isn't dramatic, that can make a world of difference with something fitted.

I do. Help me put it on?

[ She watches with a tinge of interest as he removes his jacket and shirt, then opens the front busk of the corset with a definitive metallic snap and removes it from the form without undoing a stitch of lacing. ]

That's how it goes on and off, line up the pieces in the front like buttons, and then pull it taut. After that, you tighten the laces.

[ Saya motions for him to lift his arms and she wraps him in the corset, demonstrating how to fasten the front busk. It's not loose enough to fall off in the position it's in, but it's not exactly tight-fitted. ]

[ Saya reaches to his sides to unhook a clasp to which all of that side's lacings are attached. ] There are several hook-and-eye fastenings along the side here, so you can adjust the fit easily.

[ Kneeling down, she gives him a Look that indicates yes, she does know how suggestive this pose is. ]

Breathe in deeply, then out all the way.

[ As he gets near to the end of the process, Saya gives a taut tug on the lacings on both sides, then hooks them into place. The fit is snug but certainly not constricting of movement or breathing. She's used to this. ]

The more you wear it, the more comfortable it will be. The boning molds to your body.

[ Standing up, Saya takes a slow walk around him, looking him over, her fingertips trailing over his shoulder and across his back. ]

How's it feel?

[Red Son watches as she undoes the busk, taking note of the proper way to take it on and off. Its not the first time he's worn a corset, but its been some time since he's done so. He's pretty sure they were still using bones at the time.]

[He lifts his arms, tilting his head to watch what she's point out, nodding in acknowledgement.]

[Blushing at the sudden Look, embers flickering in his hair.]

[He breathes in deep, which honestly just makes the embers glow brighter, before he lets out his breath. Squeaking just a bit at the taut tug.]

[He nods, taking several breathes, fingers running over the lace and the fastenings with a hum.]

It feels nice. [Another few breathes.] I can breath well.

[He looks to her, tilting his head, emphasizing his neck as he poses.] How do I look?

[ They likely were, whale bones specifically, called baleen. Once plastic became a thing synthetic ones were used and the natural baleen fell out of fashion. To the relief of whales and conservationists everywhere. ]

[ Saya continues her slow walk around him, tugging the edges of the corset here and there, checking the fit. There is a bit more space in the chest by design, but only enough to account for his shifting, not enough to leave a gap. ]

[ From behind, Saya takes him by the shoulders and spins him to look in the full length mirror. She rest her chin on his shoulder and nips at his neck before slipping away so he can peruse his reflection. ]

You look gorgeous. Good enough to eat. [ Or at least bite. ]

[The dutifully lets her fuss. He's been to a tailor enough to know to be patient, and let her do her work, and point out if anything is pinching too much.]

[There is a hitch to his breath at her nip, sighing as she pulls away.] Hmm, sounds like a promise you should fulfill. [He said, raising an eyebrow at her, before turning to the mirror. Looking himself over.]

I do love the look. Should I change or would that mess with the process at this point?

Don't you worry. [ She intends to. ]

[ She does another slow walk around and tugs a few more times, seeming satisfied. ]

It won't mess with anything, in fact it would be welcome. I didn't know how voluntary the process was, since you made it sound like you had to be in a certain mindset.

Its fairly voluntary. Its more accurate to say there are days where I can't stand being referred to one way, thus the changing of my name from Red Boy to Red Son, but ninety-five percent of the time, its fairly fluid. If its a day, hearing boy might irk me, but she or they or whatever other pronoun is fine.

[He rolls his shoulders, body shifting, body shifting to something softer and curvier. Humming a moment before her tail also appears. Just better to test it isn't getting pinched at the base.]

Good to know. [ Saya doesn't much care what form he's in, but there are moments that call for certain things slightly more than others. ]

[ There is a notch for his tail hidden by the lacing, and Saya glances down to see that it seems to be free enough to move. Doesn't stop her from gently stroking his tail up to the base to make sure. ]

[ She walks around to the front and does her checks again, this time paying extra attention to the hips and bust. ] Does it need adjusting?

[Her breath catches, jumping a bit as Saya strokes her tail, fire flickering to life in her hair. She was still very unused to other people actually touching her tail, and with how often it was glamoured away, it was especially sensitive.]

Ah, its-

[Her face was very red and shakes her head. Tail practically wagging after the attention.]

I think. Little more give around the waist.

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