Rosita, too, pulls herself enough away that she can sort herself out a bit. Not much, she's reasonably quick to pull a pillow to herself and prop up herself up so she can just look at the two of them from where she tucks her legs up closer to herself.
"You liked it," she scoffs. "A lot, from where I was sitting."
"He likes complaining," Astarion murmurs, as he draws away from the kiss with a smile. He stretches out comfortably on his side, head propped up on one hand. "Feel free to blame my bad influence on that count, Jacob."
He does lie back between them, his hands on his stomach. He can't think of anywhere he'd want to be right now, except for here. And he doesn't think his exhausted body would carry him far anyway.
She smiles, gently, at that. At both of them. She follows the exhausted lines of Jacob's body with her eyes, the languid sprawl of Astarion's, and there's appreciation in it of course, but there's more of something else.
She still needs to talk a few things through - with both of them - but for now she just shakes her head and says, "Thank you."
"Our pleasure," Astarion says, low and teasing, but then his expression softens; his eyes crease at the corners when he smiles genuinely. "Thank you, Rosita. This...isn't how I expected the evening to go, but it's...much better than I might have anticipated."
"Uh huh," he agrees with a nod. "I mean, I had hoped it might end this way." Teasing again, but with more than a hint of sincerity behind it. "Maybe not with Garth Brooks in the background, though," he says, pushing himself up to retrieve his phone, which, now that they're quiet, he can hear playing softly in the background.
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Date: 2024-11-18 02:39 pm (UTC)From:"You liked it," she scoffs. "A lot, from where I was sitting."
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Date: 2024-11-18 02:43 pm (UTC)From:"He likes complaining," Astarion murmurs, as he draws away from the kiss with a smile. He stretches out comfortably on his side, head propped up on one hand. "Feel free to blame my bad influence on that count, Jacob."
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Date: 2024-11-18 02:47 pm (UTC)From:He does lie back between them, his hands on his stomach. He can't think of anywhere he'd want to be right now, except for here. And he doesn't think his exhausted body would carry him far anyway.
"Next time, we'll be prepared, at least."
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Date: 2024-11-18 03:04 pm (UTC)From:She still needs to talk a few things through - with both of them - but for now she just shakes her head and says, "Thank you."
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Date: 2024-11-18 04:03 pm (UTC)From:"Our pleasure," Astarion says, low and teasing, but then his expression softens; his eyes crease at the corners when he smiles genuinely. "Thank you, Rosita. This...isn't how I expected the evening to go, but it's...much better than I might have anticipated."
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Date: 2024-11-18 04:08 pm (UTC)From: