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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.

[ The smoldering hair is always a good look, Saya runs her fireproof fingers through it before standing in front of Red Son again and unhooking the lacings. ]

I made rows above and below too, since moving the latch point up or down will adjust the hips or bust independently of the waist. But in this case... [ she makes the waist one peg looser. ] How's that?

[Its still such a weird sensation, figures in her hair when it was alight. Leaning into the touch with a sigh.]

Oh. That is a good design idea.

[She moves her hips side to side.] Try with one more?

It's almost like I've done this before.

[ Standing behind her, Saya slides her hands over Red Son's arms until they're holding hands, and Saya brings her hands to the latches. ] You try it. It's yours now.

[Another flickering of fire, face heating up.]

[She leans back against her, hands reaching for the pegs. Undoing another one. Keeping herself pressed against Saya as she testingly moved her hips again.]

[ Saya can't press against Red Son's back thanks to the sculptural elements of her clothes, so she nuzzles and kisses the back of her neck instead. ]

Easier to move, now?

[She hums, nodding her head, leaning her head forward for easier access.]

It is. I don't usually have tight bottoms or skirts, didn't realize how much I shifted my hips before.

[ Saya kisses and nibbles her way up the back of her neck to her hairline, then around below her ear, then her ear itself. ]

If you want to test hip movement, there's one way that strikes me as being terribly efficient...

I suppose it'd be silly to ask if that kind of mess was all right in this.

[She tilts her head with a soft moan, eyes lidded as she watches Saya in the mirror.]

I have missed your touch. If the work is done?

[ A soft chuckle against her neck. ] It'd be shooting myself in the foot if it wasn't. The lining is easily removed and I can put in a new one in a couple of hours

The work is done if you say it's done. I'm not the one wearing a corset that might or might not be fitted properly.

[ Grazing her fangs along Red Son's neck probably isn't conducive to proper consideration, but Saya does it anyway. ]

[She hums in amusement.] True. It would be quite the confusing move, I must admit.

[The fangs definitely aren't conductive for proper consideration, but she's not complaining, moaning softly.]

Well, it is hard to say.

I think we need to do a thorough test of hip movement.

Mm, do we.

[ A few more kisses along Red Son's shoulder as she says, jumping into her Queen Voice as red-golden eyes meet Red Son's in the mirror: ]

Turn around so I can bite you properly, then.

[She hums and sighs softly, squeezing her hands in her own, thumbs rubbing slow circles over the side of her hands.]

We do.

[Her eyes get more lidded as she meets Saya's eyes.]

[She gets go of her hands, turning around. Hands grabbing her hips to pull her close as she could, even with the molding. Tilting her head for her.]

Let me pay my queen back properly.

[ Saya's arms are around Red Son's shoulders before she's even gotten to yank herself close again. With a soft purr, Saya leans close and noses beneath Red Son's jaw so she'll lift her head, and then without much more prelude she bites. Hard. ]

[ Long separations really do not agree with her. ]

[Red Son gasps and moans as she bites down, nails digging in her side briefly.]

I see my queen missed me. [Lightly teasing, a bit breathless. Hand moving up along her back, keeping her close.]

[ Saya takes her time with the bite, sipping at her blood, savoring it. She has missed it, indeed. Finally her fangs release him and she kisses her way down to her collarbone. ]

Of course I did. [ Her tone is emphatic, even in her Queen Voice. She bites again in case the point got missed, though doesn't drink this time. Instead she withdraws her fangs and her tongue chases a blood drizzle down toward her chest, so as to keep the corset clean (and also it's fun). ]

[Red Son's fingers bury themselves in her hair, keeping her close, as her other hand traces over the lace of her clothes, something to follow as she lets her hand wander. Breathing getting heavy as she feels the tingling sensation of blood being pulled.]

I missed you too. [His own tone is earnest, wanting. Gasping at the second bite, stepping closer. Trying to push her to the bed. Glancing down to watch her trace the blood trail.]

[ Saya hums against her skin, making sure to gather every last droplet of blood with her lips or tongue. And allowing herself to be moved toward the bed, though she can't exactly lay down in this corset but that's a bridge to cross momentarily. ]

[ She rights herself and gives Red Son an intense kiss with her red-stained mouth, murmuring "I love you" in between heated kisses. ]

[Hearing the words helps. Helps loosen the wires that had been tangled in his chest, constricting his heart. He breathes his own affirmations, 'love you' and 'missed you'. Hands moving down, to feel along the fastenings.]

[She looks beautiful in it, but he would hate to mess it up in their play.]

[ The corset as a back lacing and a front busk like the one he's wearing, albeit without the side attachments so he'll have to loosen the lacings the usual way, but nothing needs to be undone fully. ]

[ Saya has no interest really, she could take or leave getting the thing off, so it's his call. She's far more interested in kissing him and purring sweet nothings against his lips that she missed him too, so much. Enough to never want to be apart so long again. (Fortunately she's gotten herself together entirely so if Mei shows up or when Red Son has a permanent mark from MK or if anything else happens with Red Son and anyone else she'll probably be fine in short order, so she can make that promise now.) ]

[He knows, one day, he's gonna have to talk to Saya and MK both about Mei. He knows the writing is there, and its better to talk about it before any surprises.]

[But that day isn't today. Right now, there has been FAR too many headaches lately, and far too much heart ache for him to not want to be close to Saya. To feel more of her, to be closer. He hopes they never have to take such a long break from each other again.]

[He kisses her back, hungry and needy, small whimpers against her lips, as his hands tug at the laces, loosen it as he pushes her onto the bed, moving to straddle her lap.]

[ Save it for MK, Saya's known for a while and she's past being bothered now. ]

[ Saya actually digs in and refuses to be pushed onto the bed until she gets the fancy sculpted corset off since having someone sit on her will absolutely ruin the hip details. So she pops the busk open and sheds the thing, leaving her in only a black skirt by the time she sets the corset and its adornments aside and pulls Red Son into her lap. ]

My, how flatteringly eager. I quite like this side of you.

[Listen...he's figuring this stuff out.]

[He relents when she fights, helping her get the corset off. But he's more than quick to climb onto her lap, hands moving to run over skin, as admiring without the adornments as he had been with, if not more so.]

I missed you. Especially when you got me quite used to being able to touch you. [His mouth moves to kiss and nibble along her neck.]

[ They. LITERALLY. Had a conversation about how if he's in love with her then he's also in love with Mei. No lines to read between on this one. Also what helps contribute to her feeling super second tier, but she accepted when he told her that about Mei that if she was in this, that was the sacrifice she'd be making. Or she thought she'd accepted it. Apparently she needed another few weeks to get it all the way through, granted those weeks were complicated by some serious grief. ]

[ Saya runs her fingers along the side corset panels, between the boning, so he'll feel the silk sliding against him. ]

There's that saying about what absence makes the heart do. And other parts, evidently.

[ It's at this point that she remembers that Katsuki lives here now, and breaks the kiss to glance at the door, which locks with a soft click. Telekinesis for the win. Can't have little brother walking in on this, he hasn't been acclimated to the bedroom's high rate of booty calls yet. ]

--Sorry. I have to be extra careful until Katsuki gets used to what this room is for.

[ She gives him an apologetic kiss, which quickly melts into a more intense one. ] I'm all yours now.

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