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It wasn't amazing, all things considered. The main rooms of the house were taken, but there was always a wealth of space in the treehouse walls, more than enough rooms in the darker depths to house a faerie who's down on his luck. It was easy enough to convince the other household members, at least. Convenient and very much just a temporary place to live while the city goes wild.

By some twist of chance, most of the house was awake at night. Charles, being a werewolf, slipped into a nocturnal state while Fran, being a moon nymph turned kelpie, tended to prefer the night anyway. The six-handed drumming is enough, at least, to catch the kelpie's attention. For now, at least, it's just Virgil and Fran at home.

After slipping down from the upper floor, almost silent footsteps sneak up behind the bug, only revealing themselves as they step in front of Virgil with a smug little grin, one arm cuuurling about Virgil's buggy waist in that playful manner they're so fond of.

"Mmmh, smells delicious~ What'cha making?" Oh yeah, that smell was also a big motivator for the sudden approach.

It was nice, at the very least. He called the hollow of the tree he was temporarily bunking in a 'room' like it wasn't a very comfortable little nest in the bark of a tree, where he felt shockingly comfortable. Like a nesting beetle.

He also felt very at home in the kitchen, occasionally stirring an aromatic cherry pudding he had casually dropped some dried apple slices and rosewater into. He's so wrapped up in his own mind that he doesn't notice the kelpie approach until a comforting arm goes around his midriff, and he starts a little. The shell on his back moves reflexively before settling, and he leans into the smaller figure with a small sigh, two hands digging a pencil and notepad out of his hair while one continues to stir and two go around Fran's waist in return.

"A cherry tart. I wanted to thank you for letting me stay here until the epidemic ends."

Fran's hand dips, finding the crevice between the shell and the faerie's abdomen, just above his hips it seems. Those sparkling golden eyes glance over the male's movements, watching the notepad shift, the stirring hands, the smiling face... and then sinking into his arms, back arching ever so slightly.

"Mmmh, sounds lovely, how long will it be in the oven for?" They hummed out, gently swaying in his embrace. Side to side to side. The smile on the smaller monster's lips makes it clear they're enjoying themselves.

Just above the hips, right before the thorax, one of the few places on his body left that aren't covered with hard, smooth shell.

It was so nice here, the smell of baked goods, the shared warmth. It blooms like a flock of butterflies in his stomach and the fae leans in further, fingers drumming along Fran's side as he motions to a small bowl of eggs, sugar, and cream and turns off the stove to remove his sauce from heat and continue stirring.

"About an hour. Got anything in mind while we wait?"

A comfy little spot to nestle a hand, or two, it seems that the second one has found its way around now!

An hour... To cook, and then more time to cool. That was plenty. Fran's body rocked into the trilling fingers, rising up on their tiptoes to place a soft peck on Virgil's cheek and humming out a few honeyed words to the male's ear.

"A few things~ Do you mind a bit of a distraction?" With that their head shifts, trailing along until their nose lightly brushes against the males before retreating, that playful smile inviting a return.

All the color washes out of Virgil's face as Fran presses in and leaves a whisper and a kiss with him. fingers tensing slightly around his waist and the spoon, feeling his stomach dropping out with anxiety.

The young man lets out a nervous chuckle, hands all moving, whisking the cream-sugar-and egg mixture into the cherries as he pops open the oven and removes a bean-filled tart crust. All hands are on deck at the moment as he mixes and pours them together into the crust and adds it back into the oven, set at an hour.

"You want to?"

The stutter in his writing is very evident, if Fran means what he thinks they mean.

Eheh, the reaction most definitely earns a giggle, dropping down with a wink.

First things first, the kelpie shifts forwards, pressing themselves closer to Virgil so that his arms have plenty of room to work with. No sense in hampering his cooking just yet, after all... Once the pie is in, though, Fran pullls back and nods, glancing over the writing.

"Only if you'd like to, of course~" With that they give a little squeeze about the faerie's waist, gently guiding him away from the stove so they can bask in the warm scent of baked goods in the air. And each others arms, that too.

The young man's face is all pink, following wherever Fran leads, antennae feeling out ahead of them as they move. All hands are on them, claws feeling across the Kelpie's body tenderly.

"I'll do anything you ask."

His arms are strong, kisses delicate, face flushed, body warm. Everything the fae writes, he means.

So many hands! It's kindof nice, a rather encompassing embrace as Fran's body presses into the hold. The response earns a soft little grin and it isn't long before the kelpie guides the two over to somewhere more comfortable to sit, well, somewhere more comfortable for Virgil to sit.

Fran, on the other hand, is going to lean over him to place a few soft kisses across the male's cheek, guiding their cushioned lips down to the faerie's mouth and tilting ever so slightly for a more proper make out session. With that distraction in mind, they can crawl up on top of him, straddling his legs and wavering for a moment before settling down on his lap, chest to chest and oh so pleasantly close.

The kiss is broken just to whisper a few encouraging instructions. "Relax, let yourself explore, and follow your instincts~" Cooing out in that honeyed ancient tone.

He does whatever the Kelpie guides him to, all hands wandering along Fran's back, leaning in for a kiss and hoping that the blush isn't too evident, that the slight shake in his hands isn't obvious.

Breath hitches in his chest, clinging to Fran as they sit on his lap, the only thing between them being his sporty red shorts. The tone of the kelpie's voice soaks into him, shuddering gently, nodding, and pushing tongues into their mouth.

It's new, it's strange- he's going in entirely blind to the ins and outs of sex.

It's about normal for someone inexperienced, though the addition of a couple tongues to their kiss certainly makes for an interesting addition for the kelpie as well. Their own tongue flicks and dances, welcoming Virgil's as their lips part.

Fran's arms slide down, trailing across one of Virgil's sets and guiding his hands along the other's body, across the soft holdable hips, along their smooth and cool thighs, and then over to that modest, squeezable tush. Once there, Fran's back arches, gently pressing back into the touch.

"You can explore all you want~" Their voice hums out, slowly encouraging Virgil to come out of his shell. Ironic for a bug boy.

He gets just a little more daring with their encouragement, two hands perched on his chest, two on his hips, and the last two cupping that small, perfect little butt. Right, there we go. He likes that quite a lot, exploring Fran's mouth tentatively and slipping fingers beneath their top.

"Tell me how you want me?"

There's a slight delay in their response, partially because they're distracted by the positively delightful embrace of several hands. Their chest presses forwards, curving with that arched back as if to encourage a little more exploring over the kelpie's soft skin, cool to the touch along with its blueish hue.

How they want him... Hmm, bug anatomy does make this a little tricky. A few more soft suckles on the male's tongues before pulling back to speak once more, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes. "How about... something like this?" The hands on their hips and tush will likely follow along as Fran rolls their lower body, pressing down into Virgil's lap to start off their little fun.

Then, they slooowly tip to one side, rolling a little to guide them down so that Fran ended up beneath the male, thighs softly resting against his hips instead and smiling up at him. This way his thorax and shell weren't getting squished!

Oh, oh! The young man rumbles pleasantly in his throat. He's so nervous, but at a point there it's overridden by lust and instinct. He pushes his forehead against Fran's, hips grinding against theirs, a few fingers smoothing along their abdomen before tucking very gently into any pants or undergarments they may be wearing.

Yes, definitely much better. It seems they hit that turnover point where the male's instincts took over, as well! All the better for Fran, at least. Their tummy tensed up slightly beneath the hand, a hot breath escaping through their lips as the hand slipped beneath the simple, arabesque cloth pants the kelpie wore, first trailing beneath their waistband. Dipping a little further will reveal why exactly Virgil hasn't felt anything pressing back against him.

Meanwhile, Fran's head trails light pecks across the males chin and cheek, dropping back softly as his hands start to explore. The kelpie's own arms shift up, lightly tugging the faerie closer and rocking beneath him, all subtle encouragement to keep on following his instincts.

Interesting... Virgil's brows jump a little, fingers tugging gently at the waistband and two hands lifting Fran's hips, giving them the occasional glance to make sure every stroke of claws on skin is permissable. He wants to see what they've got for him to work with, not that he has any clue what to expect.

The fae almost half assumes they'll have a literal trouser snake, considering everything Ryslig does.

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