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[She grins, a valiant attempt at the usual sharp expression.]

But I might start to scold you if you say it too often. I know you meant it. That's enough.

[Once he's out of his doublet, Tris skims her hands up over Francesco's stomach and chest, his shoulders.]

[He flexes under her fingers: preens a little.]

Your scolding would not stop me.

[He stands and steps out of his boots, then hose. Then he sits beside her again; strokes her cheek.]

You are persistent. I would hope to slow you down a little, though. There's only so much praise I can stand.

[She's aware that he has no such problem; it's probably for the best that she's a little more sparing. Not so sparing as to be anything other than appreciative right now, though. Tris watches with the corner of her mouth quirked into a smile.

When he sits back down, she tilts her head into that touch on her cheek, then turns to kiss his hand. Her arm slides around his waist.]

I will pause, of course, frequently and at length to kiss you.

[This is a promise he fulfills by pressing his lips to her forehead. He has little if any shame in his nude human form, despite the fact that he has spent very little time in it. He has not examined it in a mirror even though he now has that ability. Her's is much more intriguing. Softer to the touch. Curves and mountains.]

That isn't what I meant, but I can't protest you kissing me.

[Tris lets her gaze slide down over Francesco again, a grin flickering across her face. She could also kiss him instead. She leans in to press her lips to his shoulder, then his neck, before gently biting his earlobe.]

You're a nice sight too.

[He makes a soft noise of surprise, before his eyes slip closed and he melts into her.]

And taste, it would seem. But do go on.

That's alright too, but my favorite part is how you react to everything.

['Go on' is a very appealing request, on that note. She kisses along his jaw and then moves onto his neck, alternating kisses with light grazes of her teeth.]

How is it I react?

[He reacts to these actions of hers particularly by alternating humming and gasping lightly at her teeth. His hands squeeze her hips.]

[She pulls back enough to grin at him.]

Enthusiastically, generally. You're less inhibited than I am. It's very gratifying.

I don't see any need to be inhibited with you. It is only the two of us. I feel as I feel.

I'm glad. I have more practice hiding things than showing them, but you do help with that.

[Her smile softens and she leans in for an affectionate kiss, sliding fingers down along his side to his hip.]

[He mirrors her, running his hand from her hip up her side.]

I am also practiced in hiding things, remember.

[He wonders, sometimes, if she forgets. He comes very, very close to forgetting, now and then.]

It can be un-practiced. It's fun.

Even once you'd told me you weren't human, you weren't ready for most people to see what you looked like without your perception filter. I don't forget that it took time and courage to share that.

[She rests her cheek against his, then grins.]

I can manage fun.

[His cheek rubs against hers, like a cat rubbing off its scent. Although his scent is a bit fishier.]

Give it a try, then. Say: just how you feel.

[She takes a slow, deep breath before trying. Words are harder than actions when it comes to feelings.]

I complained about those plants in December, but I'm grateful for one of them in particular. I'm very fond of you.

...And I enjoy you kissing and touching me, too. Since you've said you're good with your hands, I'd like you to make use of them right now. Anywhere you want to. [There are any number of good answers to this request.]

[He grins at her wolfishly. And boyishly. His hands wander up her sides to her breasts. Space lobsters don't have breasts. He cups hers; runs his thumb over her nipple. Watches the reaction of her flesh with interest.]

You curve in the most delightful places.

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