[ The lack of warmth, that's something she finds a little odd. Unique, difficult not to notice, especially when she so naturally expects it to be there. But Ignacio does a wonderful job at distracting her from it, drawing her attention to much nicer things, bolder things as suddenly- she realizes he's kneeling before her.
Unexpected. But not unwelcome.
Her breath seems to quietly hitch in her throat when he touches her, hands without warmth at her hips, before they wander and explore more of her. Even if Ignacio had warmth to him, Juniper would likely still be warmer- it's in her blood to run warmer than most, certainly more than humans, so she feels the contrast between the two of them even more acutely. But it feels nice, coolness against warmth, and her cheeks are touched with pink when she smiles at his praise. It's technically a word she doesn't understand, but the tone of it clear. ]
Well...
[ There are a thousand things she could tell him about each flower. But she reigns in some of her enthusiasm, and accepts his invitation, sits eagerly at his side. ]
My garden comes from many artists, all across the Queens Land, and now, [ Touching her newest flowers, the ones on her hip. ] From here, too. Every artist puts a little love into what they plant, and the garden grows.
[ He said with no little amount of praise in his voice. Ignacio was a vampire who held romance in great esteem, and to see Juniper was someone who shared in so many things that he loved he honestly didn't know why he failed to make love to her sooner. Yes, a bite was all well and good, but why had he been so hesitant to bed anyone who wasn't a vampire? He felt as though he had so much time to make up for.
Still, he was not going to plow forward with impatience. This was an evening meant to enjoy each other, and to begin that process he reached over to take one of the pots of paint. He chose a soft pink, one that was very similar to the color of her hair, and opened it so she could smell the contents. It was sweet, bordering on floral, like the scent of an amaryllis. ]
It is edible, for one who does not solely consume blood. A fruit-based oil, one that you can wash away with hot water and soap, but not so easily without it. It should last once it dries but can be licked away while wet.
[ It's not exactly difficult to tell that the praise makes her happy, with the way she smiles upon receiving it. And whether or not she's right, Juniper thinks that she can see the similarities between them, too. Two people from very different walks of life, who should be at odds with one another if her goddess is to be perfectly obeyed, and yet she finds herself captivated and pleased to see that he is something of a romantic, too.
Curious, she does lean in to breathe in the scent. Floral, and sweet.
That makes her smile, too. As does his explanation, and the question that follows. ]
You may.
[ Sweeping pink locks over her shoulder and shifting the way that she's sitting so that she is closer to him still, Juniper makes it quite clear that she's offering herself up to him. A smiling canvas, eager to be decorated however he likes. ]
[ Ignacio enjoyed being around people who appreciated his flattery. There was nothing more dull than the company of one who was jaded to pretty words. Juniper was anything but boring- her appearance excited him, but so did her personality and her patron. This was going to be a very entertaining evening.
He began by dipping two of his fingertips into the paint. Not too much, just a small amount, which he ran along the curve of her breast and over her nipple. However, it didn't remain there, as soon he leaned in to remove every trace of it with one long, firm swipe of his tongue. A slight, mischievous grin was on the corner of his lips after he tasted her, then gazed up at her from beneath his dark lashes. ]
A shame, I had made a mistake already. Forgive me?
[ It was obvious he knew exactly what he'd done, but he was the playful sort. ]
[ Jaded to pretty words, that's the absolute opposite of what he has here with Juniper. She's swayed easily, a little too easily perhaps, so when she watches him it's with great interest, and a soft breath hitches in her throat when he touches her with the paint for the first time, a reaction she can't help even in spite of knowing the touch is coming.
The press of his tongue though, that's a little less expected. So it gets a better reaction out of her for that one, her back curving so she leans into it, closer to him, and a soft note of laughter escapes smiling lips. ]
But making mistakes is part of the fun, isn't it?
[ Not that she thinks he's made any sort of mistake. But he's given her something fun to play along with, and Juniper isn't the type to turn down the chance to make a little game of something she's enjoying. ]
There's nothing to forgive. You can always try again.
Ah, is it? [ He chuckled, feeling as though he just witnessed a bit of a more chaotic nature. It wasn't a turn off in this situation, on the contrary it felt right at home amongst the flowers and paint pots.
Her body was responsive, which was something that pulled a pleased rumble from him. This time he dipped in only one finger, and he began at the pert bud of her nipple. Slowly, he swirled the sweet oil in a small semi-circle, then another, slowly building the blossom of a rose upon the peak of her breast. To add depth to the lines, he used the red paint and his little finger.
It didn't take long, less than a few minutes in fact, as he was an experienced painter and he wasn't going in for massive details- but what he did create did show off his skill even in simplistic terms. ]
[ There's a bit of a chaotic leaning in her that poke out here and there, so he kind of has. But she loves the sound of laughter, she always has, so the sound of his paints an instant smile on her lips. And she's a curious, interested little thing who seems very taken with her evening companion here, made obvious in just about every part of her body language.
When he begins at her nipple, she can't quite help another intake of air that gives away her sensitivity. He makes it difficult to sit perfectly still so she doesn't, just does her best to stay where she is and allow only mild, reactive movements while he paints. And when she realizes that a rose is taking shape on her breast, that it's artistic and clearly done by a practiced hand, she's genuine in the excitement and appreciation that comes over her as she looks it over. ]
It's beautiful, Ignacio. You're very good.
[ With his hands, with his tongue too from what she gathers, at painting- and other things, she's quite sure. He's likely been painting for much longer than she has, she imagines, and she wonders both what other flowers he'll paint her in, and what flowers she could give him in return. ]
I am a new painter, but, [ Said while she selects a purple, curiosity getting the better of her as she touches her fingertips to the paint. ] I do enjoy it. I will try to learn from you.
Gracias, Juniper. You are beautiful canvas to work with. [ Her dark skin was a delight and made the pink tones stand out vividly. It made him want to buy a set of darker canvases to work with, as opposed to the basic white or ivory. ]
I have been painting flowers for centuries. [ He said with a gentle, understanding smile. He leaned back to allow her to place her hands wherever she desired, knowing he didn't have the smoothest body to work with- there was quite a bit of hair, though it was sparsely spread. ]
Tonight is about allowing you to be inspired by the paint, as well as the canvas, and lose yourself in the act, rather than to be preoccupied with the final result.
[ Compliments and flattery will get him everywhere with this one, because she very clearly melts a little bit every time he gives that attention to her. Besides being, objectively, a wildly handsome individual, there's a charming sort of energy to Ignacio that draws her into him, and makes her forget every moment of hesitation she may have once had over their rather fundamental differences. ]
Centuries of flowers...
[ That soft voice of hers sounds a little distracted, now that she's pressed her fingertips to Ignacio's chest. Her canvas, for the evening. It doesn't much matter to her that he isn't terribly smooth (it sort of just gives her reason to be a little bolder in her touch, really), and somehow, Juniper still manages to forget the flowers she'd wanted to paint for a second there in favour of just sort of- drawing five coloured lines across him with her fingertips. Just to touch. ]
Hermosa. [ A little less distracted this time, as she's caught herself enough to begin curving her lines and working on what seems to be lavender. ] Does that mean beautiful?
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Unexpected. But not unwelcome.
Her breath seems to quietly hitch in her throat when he touches her, hands without warmth at her hips, before they wander and explore more of her. Even if Ignacio had warmth to him, Juniper would likely still be warmer- it's in her blood to run warmer than most, certainly more than humans, so she feels the contrast between the two of them even more acutely. But it feels nice, coolness against warmth, and her cheeks are touched with pink when she smiles at his praise. It's technically a word she doesn't understand, but the tone of it clear. ]
Well...
[ There are a thousand things she could tell him about each flower. But she reigns in some of her enthusiasm, and accepts his invitation, sits eagerly at his side. ]
My garden comes from many artists, all across the Queens Land, and now, [ Touching her newest flowers, the ones on her hip. ] From here, too. Every artist puts a little love into what they plant, and the garden grows.
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[ He said with no little amount of praise in his voice. Ignacio was a vampire who held romance in great esteem, and to see Juniper was someone who shared in so many things that he loved he honestly didn't know why he failed to make love to her sooner. Yes, a bite was all well and good, but why had he been so hesitant to bed anyone who wasn't a vampire? He felt as though he had so much time to make up for.
Still, he was not going to plow forward with impatience. This was an evening meant to enjoy each other, and to begin that process he reached over to take one of the pots of paint. He chose a soft pink, one that was very similar to the color of her hair, and opened it so she could smell the contents. It was sweet, bordering on floral, like the scent of an amaryllis. ]
It is edible, for one who does not solely consume blood. A fruit-based oil, one that you can wash away with hot water and soap, but not so easily without it. It should last once it dries but can be licked away while wet.
May I? Or do you wish to begin on me first?
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Curious, she does lean in to breathe in the scent. Floral, and sweet.
That makes her smile, too. As does his explanation, and the question that follows. ]
You may.
[ Sweeping pink locks over her shoulder and shifting the way that she's sitting so that she is closer to him still, Juniper makes it quite clear that she's offering herself up to him. A smiling canvas, eager to be decorated however he likes. ]
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He began by dipping two of his fingertips into the paint. Not too much, just a small amount, which he ran along the curve of her breast and over her nipple. However, it didn't remain there, as soon he leaned in to remove every trace of it with one long, firm swipe of his tongue. A slight, mischievous grin was on the corner of his lips after he tasted her, then gazed up at her from beneath his dark lashes. ]
A shame, I had made a mistake already. Forgive me?
[ It was obvious he knew exactly what he'd done, but he was the playful sort. ]
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The press of his tongue though, that's a little less expected. So it gets a better reaction out of her for that one, her back curving so she leans into it, closer to him, and a soft note of laughter escapes smiling lips. ]
But making mistakes is part of the fun, isn't it?
[ Not that she thinks he's made any sort of mistake. But he's given her something fun to play along with, and Juniper isn't the type to turn down the chance to make a little game of something she's enjoying. ]
There's nothing to forgive. You can always try again.
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Her body was responsive, which was something that pulled a pleased rumble from him. This time he dipped in only one finger, and he began at the pert bud of her nipple. Slowly, he swirled the sweet oil in a small semi-circle, then another, slowly building the blossom of a rose upon the peak of her breast. To add depth to the lines, he used the red paint and his little finger.
It didn't take long, less than a few minutes in fact, as he was an experienced painter and he wasn't going in for massive details- but what he did create did show off his skill even in simplistic terms. ]
Mm... what do you think?
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When he begins at her nipple, she can't quite help another intake of air that gives away her sensitivity. He makes it difficult to sit perfectly still so she doesn't, just does her best to stay where she is and allow only mild, reactive movements while he paints. And when she realizes that a rose is taking shape on her breast, that it's artistic and clearly done by a practiced hand, she's genuine in the excitement and appreciation that comes over her as she looks it over. ]
It's beautiful, Ignacio. You're very good.
[ With his hands, with his tongue too from what she gathers, at painting- and other things, she's quite sure. He's likely been painting for much longer than she has, she imagines, and she wonders both what other flowers he'll paint her in, and what flowers she could give him in return. ]
I am a new painter, but, [ Said while she selects a purple, curiosity getting the better of her as she touches her fingertips to the paint. ] I do enjoy it. I will try to learn from you.
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I have been painting flowers for centuries. [ He said with a gentle, understanding smile. He leaned back to allow her to place her hands wherever she desired, knowing he didn't have the smoothest body to work with- there was quite a bit of hair, though it was sparsely spread. ]
Tonight is about allowing you to be inspired by the paint, as well as the canvas, and lose yourself in the act, rather than to be preoccupied with the final result.
Enjoy me, hermosa.
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Centuries of flowers...
[ That soft voice of hers sounds a little distracted, now that she's pressed her fingertips to Ignacio's chest. Her canvas, for the evening. It doesn't much matter to her that he isn't terribly smooth (it sort of just gives her reason to be a little bolder in her touch, really), and somehow, Juniper still manages to forget the flowers she'd wanted to paint for a second there in favour of just sort of- drawing five coloured lines across him with her fingertips. Just to touch. ]
Hermosa. [ A little less distracted this time, as she's caught herself enough to begin curving her lines and working on what seems to be lavender. ] Does that mean beautiful?
ok to handwave?
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