Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

((yeah, that's totally fine. I've told this to Sage before: If I know the person behind the character, It's weird for me to write smut anyway. So I wouldn't want to write any with you or them))

"Yes, believe it or not," he said, propping himself up on his elbow to look at her. "Crippled people usually try not to move unless they have to."
Even if he was planning on acting difficult, he was happy that they didn't have to go deal with the gang on the dock. For one, he was hurt and he doubted a fistfight would help, and he got to stay in the room with Rosia. A small smile graced his lips when she set the bucket down, feeling his heart flutter slightly in anticipation.
"C'mere," he said, dropping back down on his back and waving her over. "He, in fact, did interrupt something and I'd like to get back to it."

Rosia turned with a raised brow, head cocked to the side in question. She did what was asked of her, however, abandoning the bucket of ice in favor of going over to Anthony. She liked that smile of his, and it brought an involuntary smile to her lips as well. "What, exactly, did he interrupt?" she asked, voice lowering slightly to the beginnings of a whisper. Her legs hit the edge of the bed, and she stopped right there, one hand reaching over to pass through his hair once before retreating to her side once again.

She sighed heavily and lowered herself onto the bed, fitting herself into his arms and closing her eyes. She wouldn't admit it, even to herself, but she liked this. She liked how he reacted to her playing with his hair. She liked the comfort she felt when she was curled up next to Anto, liked how she felt like she could open up around him. She shifted so she was on her side, facing him, and peered up at his face.

Her snort of amusement turned into soft laughter. She moved so their heads were more level with one another, and one hand came up to lightly grip his chin as she gently pressed her lips to his. "Don't ever do that again," she whispered with a grin when she pulled back, eyes sparkling with humor.

"And I regret that order." She sank into him as he pulled her closer, using his shoulder as a pillow and resting one arm over his chest, her fingers finding the collar of his shirt and absentmindedly playing with it. "I'm growing fond of your princely way of speaking."

She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hand through her hair. "No," she agreed softly, distracted slightly by him playing with her hair, "But I'm not reminded of home when I listen to you. You've been around here long enough to kinda pick up on our way of speaking, while still maintaining that posh accent of yours. It's a mixture that's purely yours."

She snickered and curled her fingers around the edge of his shirt's collar, pulling it down slightly before letting go. "Sounds like a very proper man," she said with a smirk. She tucked her head beneath his chin, lightly trailing her nails down his chest before stopping.

"I think they're doing just fine," she said just as softly, tilting her head slightly as she trailed her fingers back up his chest to hook them around the collar of his shirt once again. She had noticed the shiver when she did it the first time, but perhaps that had been coincidental…

"Hugh would stop him…" She frowned as she thought about it some more. "Or not. It's a gamble." She rested her forehead against his shoulder as she mumbled against his shirt, "I don't really want to think about them right now."

She looked up at him through her lashes, biting her bottom lip. She could hear the increase in his heart rate—subtle but still there—and it made her slightly nervous. She had been going on a whim, doing whatever she wanted without thinking about it. But now she was thinking about it, and that meant overthinking it all, so all she could do was hum and slowly trail her index finger along Anthony's collarbones.

Her hand skimmed up to cup his cheek as she kissed him back, holding herself up slightly with her other arm. She could hear his racing heartbeat, and hers wasn't too far behind in speed, either. She didn't know what she was doing, but she trusted Anthony, and she was slowly starting to trust herself.

((yeah, probably))

((nah, it's good))

Rosia was snuggled against Anthony, breathing a little heavier than normal but attempting to lull her lungs into normalcy. She leaned her head against him, eyes closed and a ghost of a smile on her face. She was much more comfortable with him, now more than ever, and was incredibly happy with her decision to trust Anthony.

She grinned and looked up at him, head tilting back just a bit to do so. Her eyes fluttered as he played with her hair once again, though she managed to keep them open partially. "Oh? And what did you want to think about?" she asked, voice a soft murmur as she absentmindedly ran her fingers up and down one of his arms.

If she was honest with herself, even Rosia hadn't expected to go this far with Anthony. But there was a certain hidden connection between then that compelled her to seek him out when she desired company—even if she didn't think she wanted any—or to lie next to him. The compliments and everything else might still fluster her, but it was the trust she had in the man next to her that drove her recent actions. Trust, and perhaps something more.

She returned his kiss with a soft smile, one hand coming up to cup his cheek as she did so. "A shame," she whispered after breaking it, though she didn't pull too far away.