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[ Marcus ] His broad and heavy stature doesn't allow for very silent or subtle approaches. Neither do the wooden floor broads that creak under the weight of his slow and steady steps as the man closes in behind the woman. His hands slithered from behind, sliding against the fabric of her corset unto her waist and lower down unto her hips. Against her temple he rests his cheek while golden eyes curiously peek at what her skillful hands were working upon.

"....I cannot tell whether this is one of your magical concoctions or if you're kneading some dough. Either way, it smells nice~" there's a low guttural chuckle as he smiled against her hair, waiting to have his suspicions confirmed or not.

unprompted || always accepting

―    🜛    ―    "  I  have  told  you,  it  is  not  magic  it  is  alchemy!  "        a  tap  to  the  nose  with  powdery  fingers,  playful  chastisement  aside  she  was  happy  for  his  interest  in  what  she  was  doing.  Her  soft  shoulders  roll  into  the  form  that  stands  strongly  behind  her,  fighting  the  shiverings  his  adoring  touches  were  conveying.  A  losing  battle  after  all,  as  she  had  then  begun  giggling  with  every  tickle  of  whisker  that  scratches  along  her  smooth  neckline.  A  girlish  response,  but  one  that  she  could  not  find  shame  in.  Such  as  a  domesticated  action  he  displays    ―    one  she  could  have  never  thought  possible  before.  

All  touches  of  gentleness  were  exciting  and  new.  The  ferocity  of  the  witch  left  behind  to  stew  in  her  horrors  for  another  day    ―    the  tip-tappings  of  her  feet  fill  the  room,  accompanying  his  hums  and  heavy  steps.  Perfectly  paired  to  the  scents  of  baking  bread.  This  was  nourishment  that  made  the  whole  body  warmer  and  fuller  than  any  food,  and  thus,  she  is  all  smiles  when  turning  her  head  only  slightly  to  see  him.

          "  Well,  I  decided  to  make  some  bauernbrot,  and  then  I  was  not  sure  if  you  would  like  it  or  not.  So,  I  made  roggenmischbrot  as  well.  Right  now  I  am  making  pumpernickel!  Have  you  heard  of  these  before?  "        she  excitedly  ripped  off  a  still-warm  piece  of  the  bauernbrot  and  turned  her  body  so  they  were  eye  to  eye,  holding  up  to  his  lips  with  a  dazzling  smile.        "  Try  a  piece  for  me?  "