(psl) we all got secrets, so are you gonna keep it

[indolentaxe]

Everybody’s got something they're hiding
And the best secrets are the ones you don’t keep

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[cicle]

[ It’s for similar reasons he doesn’t dare open his eye as he bends over her, panting and warm and sated. It’s one thing to call her gorgeous and lavish her with praise in the heat of the moment - it’s a part of the game, that way - but in the moments after? Perish the thought.

She breaks the silence first, and the careful distance between whatever they are and any genuine sort of emotions reasserts itself. He chuckles, breathless. ]

You did ask for it.

[ He musters up the will to move at last, easing away from her as he slowly pulls out and flops back against the opposite end of the couch. One of his hands comes up to brush his hair out of his face. ]

But I won’t say no if you want to return the favor next time. [ And there will certainly be a next time. ] Provided you can get the upper hand, that is.

[indolentaxe]

[Once Kaeya is off of her, Hilda sits up and stretches. She's sure she looks like an absolute mess, and already some of her muscles are screaming at the way they've been treated over the course of all of this. Nevermind the abuse her poor skin has gone through, with tender splotches covering her neck and shoulders. There is definitely some self-pampering in her future.

In a minute. When she's ready to get up. For now, she reaches over to the coffee table, takes what's left of his drink, and finishes it like a shot. He stole hers earlier, so it's only fair.]

Oh, I will. I have incentive to now.

[The wink she gives him is a promise that next time, she intends to do her worst.]

Are you staying, or no?

[It's a casual invitation, not an expectation that he should stay. Sometimes one or the other will be too tired (or drunk) to leave. Staying at the other's place is practical, especially given Hilda's preference that people avoid things that might get them killed. And even when one spends the night, it's never together--the guest will sleep on the couch or a guest bed. They're not a couple, so there's no reason to actually sleep in the same place.

Even if Kaeya does choose to stick around, she knows he'll be gone before she wakes up tomorrow. That suits her just fine.]

[cicle]

[ She does look a mess, a tapestry of bruises and red welts left by nails and teeth. Kayea can’t help but take a moment to admire his handiwork, and that, coupled with her promise for revenge on their next encounter, sends a quiet thrill through him. His body is too tired and spent to do anything about it, but the thought is certainly there, and will remain to keep him company for a long while. ]

Mm. I think I’ll be going, if it’s all the same to you.

[ Not that he has anywhere pressing to be, but sometimes their couplings push the boundaries of just what they are to each other, and Kaeya finds it easier to retreat for a bit of distance than to try his luck. He likes Hilda very much, and in those moments after, when they’re both warm and satisfied and coming down from the high, he can almost imagine that his frozen heart is capable of something like love.

It’s dangerous. Too dangerous, and yet they both keep coming back for more.

With a languid stretch, Kaeya hauls himself off the couch to begin to gather his things, sliding on discarded items of clothing as he finds them. ]

Give your boytoy my regards next time you see him. That really was some fine vodka.

[indolentaxe]

Suit yourself.

[It's just as well. This way, she can clean herself up and wind down without the distraction of him here. The games they play are dangerous indeed, and with some distance they'll be able to lie to themselves for that much longer.

Hilda doesn't rise from the couch quite as quickly as he does, but eventually she forces herself to so that she doesn't just fall asleep right there. At the very least, she needs a shower. She's debating if she also wants to draw a bath and soak for a little while too, although the need for sleep may postpone that but of pampering until tomorrow.]

I'll be sure to let him know it was enjoyed. [She gives him a smile, easy and careless as anything, as she scoops up her clothes and grabs the glasses off of the coffee table.] Drive safe.

[With that last bit of well-wishing, she gives a wave and starts her retreat into her own space, stopping to drop the glasses off in the kitchen sink along the way.

There's no need to see him out. She's too tempted to say something warm and nice as a goodbye, and neither of them want that.]