The Bleu Widow

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There is something fascinating about a feeling of such love and contentment yet almost obsessive and carefully restrained excitement between two people. The comfort within the energy between them that radiates from them, to the point that outsiders would pick up on the miniature pocket dimension that is the lovers' own little world at a glance. Tomohiro didn't let her leave his touch until she was seated across from him, his hand trailing her thigh as she moved from his lap, her throne, to her seat at the table, and even then he kissed her fingers before fully losing physical contact. His eyes never left her, focused solely on her comfort and happiness. There was no struggle to pull away his attention because there was no desire to do so. Each bite of his food was measured and clean, but he barely registered the taste because his world was sitting in front of him, enjoying her food and his company. He loved something alright, but it wasn't the food, it was the company and the time spent with her, it was her, which made the food taste all the better by association.

🌹Unlike Tomohiro who ate with more precision than enjoyment, the slender minx across from him devoured her food with the same lustful enthusiasm she gave everything she loved. Like a lover touching her in all the right places, Madilin treated each bite with a soft moan of enjoyment that was more than enough praise to the chief without needing to say a word. It wasn't until she had eaten a little more than half of her dish that the lithe dame realized how quiet her date was, making her pause with a curious tilt of her head as she took a sip of wine. "Do jou not like it? We can order somezing else if jou would like. Zere is plenty of different options." Her silken voice genuine with gentle concern that Tomohiro was only eating it because she had suggested it, wanting him to be as excited for his meal as she was.

He smirked at her playfulness. Though, he was unsure if she was genuine or teasing him, her affection and next statement had him chuckle as well. She doesn't know how correct her question was, because where he was going to take her, time would become inconsequential. He held her close by the arm she'd wrapped herself around, guiding her to the car, retracing where she had taken him from their arrival. He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb before kissing her and opening the passenger door and allowing her inside. Once in the passenger seat, he gently placed a hand on her thigh as the two of them were ensconced, once again, in the clean and soothing air and the seats at a temperature that was comfortable, soothing, and beneficial for her body, and only growing more so as it continued to acclimate to her presence again. Once they were far enough away from the view of the public, the car went invisible again and took off to the skies, still visible to those inside the car. His hand on her thigh while he drove caressed her skin softly, not a hint of g-force bearing down on them or any reduced air supply despite their elevation and speed. "We're going home, and from there, I want to show you around." He reminded as he gently squeezed her knee and smiled at her.

💙Once again Madilin easily settled into his car as her pale pearly eyes followed him as he came around to join her, almost immediately leaning her slender frame closer to him as she rested against the center console. One of her slim hands tangling her fingers with his on the hand that lay on her thigh, while her other was propped under her chin as she listened to Tomohiro explain their next stop. "So, is zis a family 'ome jours? Or jour own?" Now that dinner was had the willowy widow was focusing on where their final destination was, and what sort of home she was going to be guided through; automatically picturing her own families home and the equally lavished estates that some of her sisters lived in. "'Ow far is it from 'ere?"

"Oh most certainly my own. I built it along with Friday's many children... also things I built." He replied calmly as he drove higher into the sky, to the point that it was clear that landing on the ground was not where their destination was. "As for how far away it is, it's a little of both rather nearby, indeterminable, and far away at the same time... I made sure the governments, corporations, and agencies couldn't find it, and to ensure it moves." He answered as he drove into a cumulonimbus cloud, slowing the car down as he entered... a tunnel... made of what seemed to be concrete and into a pristinely white and shiny garage. "The white zone is for loading and unloading passengers only." Tomohiro chuckled at Friday's joke before she also laughed and they pulled into park on a rotating parking space. He smiled at Madilin, gently squeezing her thigh and getting out of the car to open her door for her and help her out. "It's only the garage right now, but there will be a distinctly different aesthetic once we get to the main floor." He told her, the air once again having no trouble reaching them despite the altitude being far higher than Mt. Everest's peak.

💙When he pulled her close Madilin didn't resist as she greedily linked her slender fingers in his, though her attention was understandably on the space around them. Tomohiro could see the way her pale eyes lit up as the scenery shifted from modern to traditional, having always loved this style of homes whenever she had made her few visits to Japan. Catching sight of what she assumed was fireflies, the slender spider's expression gained a sense of youthful awe to it; feeling like they brought a hint of fantasy to their tour. "Oh, cher. Jour 'ome is beautiful." She praised in a silken coo while her heeled steps quickened slightly, similar to an excited child eager to see more as she almost appeared to be guiding him along.

💋 If Madilin was capable of speaking English in the moment, she would have accommodated him to the best of her ability. However it was a rare moment that the sinful siren was the one so devastatingly caught up in what she was feeling, that she could only pour out her praise in the only language that came to her as naturally as breathing. It was undeniable that the spider in his grasp was winding up with the way her nails bite hard into his wrists, as she desperately shifted her hips as if she could control how much harder or faster she rode him. Feeling that deliciously tightening coil demanding everything all at once as her voice pitched higher the closer to the edge she climbed. "Hmmm, o-oui! yes-uh-yes! Remplis-moi-mmmm!"