[It's just a small slice of country New Hampshire in the midst of much grander landscapes. But it suits Nadine and she likes it. It's familiar.
Unlike practically everything that's happening now. Even being alone with a man is still a novelty. At least a man that isn't Randall. She waits for the chill of protest and fear to creep in, that little voice to tell her this is wrong and she's mad for even considering it.
It doesn't come.
There's only anticipation and wonder and that low pulsing desire. That itself is so strange, and she knows it's the drugs but she's unused to feeling this level of physical want for anyone beside her husband. A dim part of her wonders how much of that was magic. But the thought fades quickly as Jaskier fumbles at the back of her costume.]
Here...let me deal with that.
[Nadine gently moves his hands away, and pulls the wire halo off of her head to toss it aside. It's nice in here, the music softer and the lights not as overwhelming. And away from any other eyes, she feels more comfortable. More able to throw herself fully into whatever's about to happen between her and the handsome, rather charming man she's slipped away with. He really does have a sweet face, with that boyish sort of handsomeness that she's always found appealing.
Taking a step back, she reaches behind her to draw down the zipper cleverly hidden in the folds of the white 'dress'. There's a little shiver at the shift of fabric against her, her skin's sensitivity in overdrive. The garment opens and with the ease of practice she shrugs it off her shoulders and lets it pool around her feet, leaving her in a white satin brassiere and matching panties. After a moment's hesitation, she reaches up and pulls the pins out of her hair, the ones holding it in high falls over the two pearlescent horns the Singularity had gifted her with. She could just banish them here, she knows that, but that is cheating. They're a part of her now, the same as her white hair or the mark on her thigh. And is Jaskier's keeping goat legs, he's probably not going to care about a pair of petite horns.
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[It's just a small slice of country New Hampshire in the midst of much grander landscapes. But it suits Nadine and she likes it. It's familiar.
Unlike practically everything that's happening now. Even being alone with a man is still a novelty. At least a man that isn't Randall. She waits for the chill of protest and fear to creep in, that little voice to tell her this is wrong and she's mad for even considering it.
It doesn't come.
There's only anticipation and wonder and that low pulsing desire. That itself is so strange, and she knows it's the drugs but she's unused to feeling this level of physical want for anyone beside her husband. A dim part of her wonders how much of that was magic. But the thought fades quickly as Jaskier fumbles at the back of her costume.]
Here...let me deal with that.
[Nadine gently moves his hands away, and pulls the wire halo off of her head to toss it aside. It's nice in here, the music softer and the lights not as overwhelming. And away from any other eyes, she feels more comfortable. More able to throw herself fully into whatever's about to happen between her and the handsome, rather charming man she's slipped away with. He really does have a sweet face, with that boyish sort of handsomeness that she's always found appealing.
Taking a step back, she reaches behind her to draw down the zipper cleverly hidden in the folds of the white 'dress'. There's a little shiver at the shift of fabric against her, her skin's sensitivity in overdrive. The garment opens and with the ease of practice she shrugs it off her shoulders and lets it pool around her feet, leaving her in a white satin brassiere and matching panties. After a moment's hesitation, she reaches up and pulls the pins out of her hair, the ones holding it in high falls over the two pearlescent horns the Singularity had gifted her with. She could just banish them here, she knows that, but that is cheating. They're a part of her now, the same as her white hair or the mark on her thigh. And is Jaskier's keeping goat legs, he's probably not going to care about a pair of petite horns.
Besides, she's feeling bold.]