[ He pointed out, at least for this fictional what-if situation they were talking about together.]
Mindblowing, utterly intense, incomparable sex.
[ The demon mused because it was true- even now, even after all this time. There was no one quite like when he and John were together. When they connected and those fires burned so brightly.]
Hm...though I am pleased to know you haven't knelt for anyone quite like me.
Maybe they just know you're already mine, sweetheart.
[ He does cup the other's neck though as he leans into steal a kiss from the other. Easily sinking his emotions into it, all that desire and love he had for the other before breaking it for a few seconds.]
And it's not putting up with you-...it's adoring every inch of you, mortal soul and all.
[ The kiss is slow and sweet and something he finds himself needing right now and yet, when it comes to end, he doesn't chase after it. He remains there on the demon's lap. Staring to him with a soft gaze. ]
I find it hard to believe you still adore me when I'm trying to stab you or break your clay heart however I can.
[ Silent for a long moment, he stares to the demon there whose lap he continues to straddle there before he sighs softly, tips of his fingers touching at his neck. ]
[ Caliban's lips part for a second before he closes them and just lets that question sit before him because ultimately-...
Well, he wasn't mortal. He didn't know if the same feelings reflected back at the other was love. Not in the same sense. He'd *felt* like he'd loved Sabrina but conspired behind her back, and felt much grief when she'd passed but...was that proper love? In a proper way? ]
I...
Suppose I'm running on faith that is it is. I know what I'd do for you- all those dramatic things you'd heard me say before, and they're true. And my life is...lighted by your simple presence.
I feel like it is love but you're right. I cannot say such a thing for a near certainy. I'm not mortal.
I know you're not. It's not like it's a deal breaker for me.
[ He's a mutant after all. Not human, just like Caliban and yet, more human than even he realizes.
Shifting a bit there on the other's lap, he sighs a bit but offers him a quiet smile, looking to the crown there the demon had put upon his finger before he just lets himself nuzzle the dominant, eyes shut, breathing slow. ]
[ For whatever reason, the idea that the other *thought* he didn't love him in the right way did bother the demon. Still, he just sucks on the inside of his cheek as he tilts his head back with a little press of his lips instead of the other.
He does give a smile when the other nuzzles into his proper, his hand coming up gently to tease along the back of the other's neck.]
Of course.
[ He said simply, turning his head to brush his lips against the other cheek.]
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[ He pointed out, at least for this fictional what-if situation they were talking about together.]
Mindblowing, utterly intense, incomparable sex.
[ The demon mused because it was true- even now, even after all this time. There was no one quite like when he and John were together. When they connected and those fires burned so brightly.]
Hm...though I am pleased to know you haven't knelt for anyone quite like me.
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[ He murmurs then, soft. ]
You're like the only one who puts up with me.
[ Something he's come to realize (or accept) here in this place. ]
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[ He does cup the other's neck though as he leans into steal a kiss from the other. Easily sinking his emotions into it, all that desire and love he had for the other before breaking it for a few seconds.]
And it's not putting up with you-...it's adoring every inch of you, mortal soul and all.
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I find it hard to believe you still adore me when I'm trying to stab you or break your clay heart however I can.
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[ He pointed out with a usual warm, affectionate tone as he brushed his fingers down along the other's neck as he meet that soft, little gaze.]
Though before we were married. [ He added- and before she'd split herself into two in her own way. ]
And as you say, I do have a clay heart- perhaps I'm just..adaptable to such things.
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If you don't have a heart, how can you love then?
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Well, he'd asked himself that quite a lot of times. He wasn't exactly *made* for love. He was made to rule, made to invade, made to trick and betray.
He was clay though and through.]
...Do you doubt that I do?
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[ Shaking some of his hair out of his face, he looks to Caliban, arms loosely draped around his neck. Still there in his lap. ]
How do you know what you feel for me is love and not possession?
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Well, he wasn't mortal. He didn't know if the same feelings reflected back at the other was love. Not in the same sense. He'd *felt* like he'd loved Sabrina but conspired behind her back, and felt much grief when she'd passed but...was that proper love? In a proper way? ]
I...
Suppose I'm running on faith that is it is. I know what I'd do for you- all those dramatic things you'd heard me say before, and they're true. And my life is...lighted by your simple presence.
I feel like it is love but you're right. I cannot say such a thing for a near certainy. I'm not mortal.
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[ He's a mutant after all. Not human, just like Caliban and yet, more human than even he realizes.
Shifting a bit there on the other's lap, he sighs a bit but offers him a quiet smile, looking to the crown there the demon had put upon his finger before he just lets himself nuzzle the dominant, eyes shut, breathing slow. ]
I'm just gonna stay here for a bit like this, ok?
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He does give a smile when the other nuzzles into his proper, his hand coming up gently to tease along the back of the other's neck.]
Of course.
[ He said simply, turning his head to brush his lips against the other cheek.]
For as long as you want, sweetheart.