[ She sweeps her fingers along the curve of Ruby's jaw, terribly pleased, terribly fond. It is all quite terrible and wonderful in ways she'd never thought she might have.
Ruby moves and Adelaide? Curls against her side, cheek tucked against her shoulder. ]
Thank you, Cha Cha. And...I am curious to try those, yes. The chocolate was so lovely- I've never had them so light and airy.
( She smiles, ridiculously pleased to have Adelaide curled up against her side, the warmth of their bodies pressed together. Her hand idly traces patterns down the line of Adelaide's spine, a light dance of fingers over her chemise, cheek resting against her hair. )
I wish I could say I'd make them for you always, but... I'll definitely bribe Burly for you on a regular basis.
( Ruby dreads to think what she'd do to macarons, honestly. Probably not worth considering. Her smile is so very fond, and she is content to just inhale the scent of this, the sweetness of the macarons and the warmth of the tea, and Adelaide's pressed close against her. This is literally the last thing she envisioned happening ever, or close enough. Rather than dwell (or dwell right now, she'll probably dwell later) Ruby just reaches for the box of macarons and rests it on her abdomen, easing out one of the violet ones and holding it out to Adelaide. )
Bribing burly will be sufficient. [ More than. Having this with Ruby is more important than having the sweets, honestly. Having this safe haven from even her own thoughts? It's priceless.
Something about Ruby makes her put those standards aside, makes her forgive herself just a little- if only because that is what the person Ruby thinks she is would do. Whoever this woman is that Ruby sees when she looks at her- Adelaide wants to be that. Wants to be that good, that perfect. ]
By far, and you may tell him so. [ Her turn, now, to lean forward and bite the small cookie in half, tongue flicking to catch crumbs before they fall. ]
( Oh— kay, okay, she hadn't realised that it was that distracting to do the biting thing. Probably she should have thought about that, a little. Her focus on Adelaide is sharpened, for a moment, and she reminds herself to swallow, bringing the macaron up so she can take a bite herself, before offering the remaining quarter to Adelaide.
Clearing her throat a little before speaking, ) I will. I'll prepare a ten minute speech. A presentation, even.
( Shut up, Ruby. )
Maybe the next assignment we do can be a study on the benefits of cuddling. I think that'd be really good.
[ Completely, utterly innocent in the way she leans forward to take that last bite, lips barely brushing against Ruby's fingertips. Coyness does not come naturally to Adelaide, and thus it is not coy. Merely affectionate and, perhaps, more than a little grateful. ]
Physical contact does do a great deal to sooth the mind. In the Qun Tamassrans take care of such things from what I have heard. Perhaps a similar service would do well to ease stress in the Inquisition? Though there is one problem with this.
Mmhmm. Oh, if only this world had PowerPoint. I'd run wild.
( spoken with a broad smile, Ruby delighted by the exchange, by the playfulness of it compared to that raw, painfulness of a minutes earlier.
Adelaide grazing Ruby's fingertips may not be intentional, and especially not intentionally coy, but there's a quiet hitch of her breath that she ignores, exhaling slowly.
Wait. Focus. ) The Qun has designated cuddlers? ( Pro...bably not exactly. ) What's the problem?
( No, it's fine, she's just shaking her head a little, eyes shut, embarrassed by her own thought of cuddling rather than what was probably the more logical conclusion. ) That— makes more sense.
( And eyeroll at herself, bemused by her own conclusion, as her fingers stroke through Adelaide's hair. )
No? But what about the research? A larger pool of hugging data? ( She doesn't bother to hide her smile, so ridiculous is her teasing. )
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[ She sweeps her fingers along the curve of Ruby's jaw, terribly pleased, terribly fond. It is all quite terrible and wonderful in ways she'd never thought she might have.
Ruby moves and Adelaide? Curls against her side, cheek tucked against her shoulder. ]
Thank you, Cha Cha. And...I am curious to try those, yes. The chocolate was so lovely- I've never had them so light and airy.
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I wish I could say I'd make them for you always, but... I'll definitely bribe Burly for you on a regular basis.
( Ruby dreads to think what she'd do to macarons, honestly. Probably not worth considering. Her smile is so very fond, and she is content to just inhale the scent of this, the sweetness of the macarons and the warmth of the tea, and Adelaide's pressed close against her. This is literally the last thing she envisioned happening ever, or close enough. Rather than dwell (or dwell right now, she'll probably dwell later) Ruby just reaches for the box of macarons and rests it on her abdomen, easing out one of the violet ones and holding it out to Adelaide. )
Better than... Val Royeaux macarons?
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Something about Ruby makes her put those standards aside, makes her forgive herself just a little- if only because that is what the person Ruby thinks she is would do. Whoever this woman is that Ruby sees when she looks at her- Adelaide wants to be that. Wants to be that good, that perfect. ]
By far, and you may tell him so. [ Her turn, now, to lean forward and bite the small cookie in half, tongue flicking to catch crumbs before they fall. ]
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Clearing her throat a little before speaking, ) I will. I'll prepare a ten minute speech. A presentation, even.
( Shut up, Ruby. )
Maybe the next assignment we do can be a study on the benefits of cuddling. I think that'd be really good.
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[ Completely, utterly innocent in the way she leans forward to take that last bite, lips barely brushing against Ruby's fingertips. Coyness does not come naturally to Adelaide, and thus it is not coy. Merely affectionate and, perhaps, more than a little grateful. ]
Physical contact does do a great deal to sooth the mind. In the Qun Tamassrans take care of such things from what I have heard. Perhaps a similar service would do well to ease stress in the Inquisition? Though there is one problem with this.
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( spoken with a broad smile, Ruby delighted by the exchange, by the playfulness of it compared to that raw, painfulness of a minutes earlier.
Adelaide grazing Ruby's fingertips may not be intentional, and especially not intentionally coy, but there's a quiet hitch of her breath that she ignores, exhaling slowly.
Wait. Focus. ) The Qun has designated cuddlers? ( Pro...bably not exactly. ) What's the problem?
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[ She leans up to press her lips against Ruby's cheek, arm looped comfortably around her waist. ]
I have no desire to share you with anyone. Someone else would have to stand in for research purposes.
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( No, it's fine, she's just shaking her head a little, eyes shut, embarrassed by her own thought of cuddling rather than what was probably the more logical conclusion. ) That— makes more sense.
( And eyeroll at herself, bemused by her own conclusion, as her fingers stroke through Adelaide's hair. )
No? But what about the research? A larger pool of hugging data? ( She doesn't bother to hide her smile, so ridiculous is her teasing. )