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[heiroglyphs]

VERA WEISZ

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[sunnymerc]

ooooh
cant say no to the birthday girl

[heiroglyphs]

Okay so my birthday was a week ago, but it's still close enough to count, right?
And if you're in the mood to tell me yes...
Do you want to spend the night?

[sunnymerc]

i used my birthday as an excuse for at LEAST a month after
besides
i cant say no to a princess regardless of what day it may be

[heiroglyphs]

I don't know if I'm creative enough for a month's worth of presents.
But I'll start writing down ideas for next year.
Peut-être pourriez-vous me donner quelques idées ce soir?

[sunnymerc]

ohoho
i'll give you a few ideas
maybe i'll start by showing you what i'd like for my birthday

you know
to give you ideas

[heiroglyphs]

I'll be sure to take plenty of notes.
Just be sure to go slow while I'm learning.

[sunnymerc]

ill be as slow as you would like
though i might forget
i get excited

[heiroglyphs]

Oh I know exactly how excited you get.
Just remember to behave yourself. :)

My door is open whenever you feel like coming by.
I'm just working in my studio today.

[sunnymerc]

i always behave myself!

[Right.

This isn't her first bootycall, but she is still a little surprised. It wasn't that long ago that she was invited up and Vera was clearly not ready. Maybe she is misreading this??? Not that it matters. She is invited to visit, so Soleil is going to visit. She gets there in no time, wearing a leather jacket, pink blouse, and a black skirt and white stockings--and, of course, her once jet black hair up in a pink ponytail.

She has already worked her way up to the apartment, knocking at the door.]

[heiroglyphs]

[Vera opens the door wearing a pair of yoga pants and a red long-sleeved shirt that clearly once belonged to someone much taller than she is. Like in her previous visit, the heiress is barefoot, giving the rare sight of her without her usual heels. She gives Soleil an affectionate smile before reaching out to take her hands.]

I'm so glad you're here. It's going to be freezing tonight, and I'd hate to suffer that alone.

[It's a convenient enough excuse, at least.]

[sunnymerc]

[An oversized shirt and lack of heels are not doing Vera any favors when it comes to not looking so very tiny. Soleil isn't about to complain, though. The meathead does like feeling big. Still...]

So little.

[She decides it's best to power through before Vera registers that comment. Soleil takes her hands and steps closer.]

I'm here to keep you warm, ma petite princesse.

[heiroglyphs]

["Little princess", the two things Vera hates being called the most. So why does that name make her smile so much? Soleil ends up grabbing more sleeve than hand, with the heiress's inability to fill out her shirt. Still, the message comes across loud and clear, punctuated by her red face and eyes cast towards their feet.]

You're... going to let all the heat out if you don't close the door, you jerk.

[sunnymerc]

[Soleil steps inside, closing the door behind her. She hooks an arm around Vera's waist and pulls her off her feet with ease.]

Oh, no. How terrible. Guess I'll have to work extra hard keeping you warm, then.

[heiroglyphs]

[Vera squeaks as Soleil lifts her off her feet, quickly wrapping her arms around her neck in order to support her own weight. Not that the taller girl needed the help.]

I have plenty of blankets on my bed...

[sunnymerc]

[Bed. Oh. She doesn't need to tell Soleil twice. She tries not to let her excitement show too much, but she is failing. She has the smile of a kid on Christmas morning. Coming off as too thirsty won't be cool, though.]

Got it.

[Soleil makes her way into Vera's bedroom, continuing to carry the girl with nothing more than an one-armed hug.]

Here we are, in my princess's chambers.

[heiroglyphs]

[Vera's bedroom is large, ornate, and almost clinically white. Her bed sits centered in the room, piled with fluffy blankets monogrammed with the heiress's initials.]

Feel free to get comfortable. I thought we could order some dinner, and I got you a robe if you wanted to take a bath later.

[Regardless of the intentions of this visit, Vera continues to be a conscientious host.]

[sunnymerc]

[This is certainly going to be the classiest bootycall Soleil has ever been party to. She didn't come here expecting to be fed...or bathed.]

Oh, I see. It would make sense to have dinner before dessert.

[She winks. It should be clear what she is counting as 'dessert'.]

A bath, though, hmm. I sure would be disappointed being separated from you for even that long.

[heiroglyphs]

I just thought that a warm bubblebath would be the perfect way to end a long night.

[She grabs one of her fluffy blankets and wraps it over herself. She wasn't bluffing, saying she was cold.]

You're just so lucky that my bath fits two.

[sunnymerc]

[Soleil sits down on the bed, putting Vera on her lap in the process. ]

Oh, thank goodness. I'll need someone to reach the hard-to-reach places.

[heiroglyphs]

[Vera never lets go of Soleil's neck, pulling the warm blanket tight over the two of them. Leaning in close, she whispers softly into Soleil's ear.]

Tout ce que tu veux ce soir est le tien, mon doux tournesol.

[sunnymerc]

Oh, jeez.

[If her face weren't red before, it is now. Having her usual tricks turned around on her is not something she is going to get used to any time soon.]

Tu es trop généreux, ma petite princesse. Je suis venu ici pour prendre soin de toi, souviens-toi.

[Under the blanket, Soleil slides a hand from Vera's back onto her thigh.]

[heiroglyphs]

[Vera's spent far too long studying how to flirt to not be at least okay at it. Maybe she gets lucky every once in a while.]

Tout ce que je veux, c'est être dans tes bras ce soir. [She traces little circles on the side of Soleil's neck with the tips of her finger.]

Should we order dinner while the night is young? Ou préférez-vous commencer le plat principal?

[sunnymerc]

Je pense que tu sais.

[Soleil is not the patient sort. There are few things that take precedence over food, but this is one of them. She gives Vera's thigh a squeeze.]

I've got all I want right in front of me.

[heiroglyphs]

[If Vera's face wasn't red before, it certainly is now. The closeness, those words, and that hand on her thigh are making her heart pound inside her chest. Before she knows it, her legs are wrapped tight around the taller girl's waist.]

P-prends-moi et fais-moi le tien.

[sunnymerc]

[Between Vera's nervousness and the so very direct request, Soleil is excited.]

Comme tu veux, ma princesse.

[She gives Vera a soft, gentle kiss.]