[ There's still some rational part of her Hilda's brain that wants to insist she can be deposited right next door after they have their picnic so she can sleep in the comfort of her own (inn) bed. But the thought is more of a lazy, absentminded one than a solidified desiere as she watches Sylvain languidly make his way over to Claude to take the key.
There's something fascinating in witnessing him tease Claude like this. The rational part of her brain, the one that suddenly feels more alert than it had been seconds ago, prompts her to move back slightly from her spot, even hazards making her absentminded thought a reality so that she can give them space.
Before any of those things can happen though, Hilda finds herself being kissed instead. Her face immediately flushes pink and as her eyes widen in surprise. It's entirely possible that Sylvain catches the look of shock on her face before he steps into the room. A beat later after recovering somewhat she gives Claude a little squeeze with her thighs. ]
You heard him, our pastries await. I think we've waited long enough for them.
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There's something fascinating in witnessing him tease Claude like this. The rational part of her brain, the one that suddenly feels more alert than it had been seconds ago, prompts her to move back slightly from her spot, even hazards making her absentminded thought a reality so that she can give them space.
Before any of those things can happen though, Hilda finds herself being kissed instead. Her face immediately flushes pink and as her eyes widen in surprise. It's entirely possible that Sylvain catches the look of shock on her face before he steps into the room. A beat later after recovering somewhat she gives Claude a little squeeze with her thighs. ]
You heard him, our pastries await. I think we've waited long enough for them.