@advlox sent:
It’s going to be a fun night for them, tension brewing throughout a particularly boring reconciliation Vox spent the duration of texting Velvette - it’s become habitual, at this point, to run to her in the times he needs his mind occupied. Today has been a stressor. She knows how to deliver de-stressing. She’s infuriatingly entertaining, with how she gives back to him with no fear; and smiles at him when he tells her she’s doing amazing.
They’re nearly tangled at the legs on the bed. Vox is pulling loose his bow-tie, removing vest then plucking away at buttons, sat back on his hips and looming over her, a free hand on her chest; he flicks through a few cameras before he commits to their union, making sure everything is orderly. He switches to the one in their present room, Velvette’s, and catches a glimpse of himself. He’s already glowing, vivid blue, with red stripes of his gills revealed by his dress shirt pulled back.
Normally, he can look past it. Not tonight. He decides this quickly.
His screen dims. The camera flicks off and he pulls his shirt back over himself, eyes half-lidding as he moves off of the bed, tension flowing back into his shoulders as he stands up to redo each button.
"Actually, Vel, you’re on your own tonight. Just remembered something.”
It's made pretty clear by the end of the work day how Vox plans to spend the night with her. Dressed in a navy and blue lingerie set, matching lacy sleeves and stockings covering up her limbs, Velvette is ready by the time that Vox stops by.
She's actually pretty excited as they fall into bed together, eyes focused on Vox as he hovers above her, while her fingers start to trace over those glowing lines... Her smile gets a little sharper. He's quite beautiful like this...
Which is why it's disappointing when he starts to dim and pull away from her, already doing his shirt back up.
...what?
Her chest heaves as the shock settles into her, and Velvette quickly sits up to narrow her eyes. "You couldn't have remembered that ten fucking minutes ago?" She glares at him, crawling towards the edge of the bed, and crossing her arms to try and cover up her chest.
"Oh no! You're not going anywhere until you give me a better answer than that."
