be discreet

[msmage]

It's not much later, in Isabella's room, that she asks:

"So... is Alex really a dom?"

Comments

[eclipsi]

"Then why doesn't he have magic? Or a sex drive?"

[msmage]

"Hmm... Maybe you were the safeguard in case he didn't work out. Or maybe he was created just to throw us off the government's scent."

[eclipsi]

"A compelling argument, pet."

[msmage]

"Although maybe the government wouldn't be that competent, it's probably some company."

[eclipsi]

"I hope I don't get repossessed."

[msmage]

"Me, too, I like having you around."

[eclipsi]

"Good." Kiss.

[msmage]

Kiss!

[eclipsi]

"It occurs to me that I forgot to remind you to arrive hungry tonight."

[msmage]

Blink. "Well, I suppose it's good this conversation has kept me from grabbing dinner, then."

[eclipsi]

"Mm-hm. You can have a little something off my plate if you're ravenous - the point of the evening is about feeding you, not me - but not much. Go get me some macaroni and broccoli."

[msmage]

"Yes, ma'am," she says, melting a bit.

[eclipsi]

Isabella waits patiently to be fetched dinner and eats and feeds Sadde two florets of broccoli and one forkful of mac 'n cheese.

[msmage]

And Sadde's kneeling there meditating on how lucky she is and how great Isabella is and also a little bit on magic.

[eclipsi]

Good.

"You don't have anywhere to be, do you?"

[msmage]

"Yes, I do," she says gravely. "Your room."

[eclipsi]

"Good answer." Tap tap tap out of the cafeteria.

[msmage]

Follow follow follow looking like a lovestruck puppy.

[eclipsi]

Isabella has acquired many foods. But Sadde doesn't get to look at them. Sadde gets put on the bed and topless and blindfolded instead.

[msmage]

Ooh this is exciting. Sadde's excited. She's visibly excited.

[eclipsi]

Isabella's tiny fondue pot is also useful for:

dipping things in cheese.

Have a toast with herby cheese all over it, Sadde.

[msmage]

Did Isabella mean for Sadde to make a lot of happy noises? Because she's doing that right now.

[eclipsi]

That is exactly the point of the exercise. Isabella provides miscellaneous fondued objects with one hand and strokes her lovely Sadde with the other. Pet pet pet.

[msmage]

Then Isabella will find that there is a whole new host of sounds Sadde can make not directly related to sex.

[eclipsi]

This is extremely important.

Eventually Isabella runs out of melty cheese to put on things (bread, celery sticks, baby carrots, broccoli and cauliflower florets) and in Sadde's mouth. She wipes out the inside of the fondue pot with a paper towel, sets chocolate to melting instead, and starts feeding her pet things which would not be suited to dipping in either. Here's a potato chip.