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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.

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[loyalless]

Observant as ever; you've pinned me in your supposition. I won't deny that I appreciate the image of your likely agitation. And the others, well. You and I know they already wonder at the state of our affairs. Might as well give them more matter for filling their days and empty heads.

I do adore you, you know.

Find nothing that can measure up to even the slightest trace of you.

Please, do hurry. I needn't say that I'll be waiting for you. The location... I suppose I'll leave that up to you. Where would you like me, darling?

[lostyourheart]

They wonder that I have always looked at you so adoringly, and never at another man, for all the nasty little rumors that abound about me.

That of late those looks have lingered and become fonder - that there is so little space in the world for any other when you hold my attention. That I throw all of them over in an instant at the slightest hint of your anger or unhappiness.

Or desire.

Of course they wonder. Little though I care, agitated as I am.

[...]

Our bedroom.

Only if you'll bolt the door. Lock me away from the world for the rest of the day.

[loyalless]

[ ... ]

[ ... ]

You may count this a victory of your own.

I'll admit you have a way with words. With flattery, though I daresay it's deeper than that.

You have a way of rendering me astonished.

I believe I'm more fortunate than I'll ever truly know.

[ ... ]

Only step into the bedroom, and I'll close the door tight. We'll have no cause to leave. No earthly reason to let any other in. Just you and I and nothing else. I promise.

[lostyourheart]

It wasn't an attempt to 'win'. Only I am alone now, and can offer you the full benefit of my attention without worrying who might see me blush scarlet. You may have bare honesty from me now that no-one is wondering at my fond smile and unsteady hands.

[...]

Adoration and desire are inextricably linked for me, I think. At least for you, the object of my devotion. It isn't flattery at all; this is as it should be between a husband and wife.

I love you. I crave you.

[loyalless]

Hm.

You're easier to handle when obliged to veil your honesty ten times over.

Not that I prefer you to be easily handled. You've a will worth watching, a talent for tailoring any cramped situation into something more sustainable. The world moves for you, Katrina. The world moves because you don't shrink before it.

I might admire you for it.

In any case. Happily for you, your husband is waiting and ready, wishing only for your touch and the sound of your voice.

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[lostyourheart]

Ha - Wallace once told me -

Nevermind. Nevermind. It isn't important.

Perhaps you can see now how the intensity of your interest might be overwhelming at times, having been given some manner of reciprocation?

The devil take you - telling me where you'd put your hands like that. All with Madeleine looking on and smirking, thinking I'm about to be subjected to unspeakable torture.

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[lostyourheart]

You needn't wait much longer.

[loyalless]

And WHAT did Wallace once

Did he.

Shall I send Madeleine a message? Reassure her that any torments inflicted through distance will be eased, that she need not fear for my wife's well-being? That it's dear of her to display such concern. That we're both very much aware of every ounce of kindness she shows us.

Regarding reciprocation, I see your point. Perhaps. Still, you may expect my INTENSITY to continue apace once you burst through our doors.

[lostyourheart]

He only told me you - and your intensity, for that matter - were easier to handle at a certain time of day, if I was of a mind to seek your friendship.

He was incorrect. You'll recall I brought you wine? You flustered me then just as you did today. Exactly as you did today.

[...]

I hardly care about Madeleine's concern; I simply have no wish to associate her smirk with my husband's very deft hand on my thigh.

Hers is a face that wishes to be slapped.

[loyalless]

'Handling' me. Yes, well, Wallace would know a thing or two about that.

As if I'm so difficult to manage.

...DON'T say anything. I know I'm not—

No matter.

Yes, I remember the wine. I don't remember seeing you flustered. I do remember finding you less a nuisance than I'd expected. I remember— I didn't quite mind. That you were near.

Perhaps it's fortunate you braved that approach. Perhaps Wallace knew what he was doing, after all.

And perhaps it's time someone gave Madeleine the slap she deserves. Or some equivalent retaliation.

[lostyourheart]

Whether you noticed it or not - I blatantly told you that I found appeal in the idea of playing affectionate with you. I have never veiled my honesty as much as you might believe.

Wallace knew exactly what he was doing.

No more talk of Madeleine. I'm home, and you promised solitude, intensity, and - to soothe my anguish, if I recall.

[loyalless]

No? Perhaps the trouble is you're the first earnest person I've met in years.

In any case, you'll have your chance for affection now. As will I.

I'm here for you, my honest minx. You need not worry. And before we've finished, I'll ease every ounce of your pain away.