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Vittoria smiled at him, breathing a soft laugh as she did her best at cleaning her hands wit&h a cloth napkin from the picnic basket. She then reached for a book, presenting him with the dark blue leather cover before turning the spine towards him so he could read the title: The Vixen and All...

Vittoria lightly brushed fingers at his beard to help the crumbs fall from their perch there. Then her fingers traced the crumbs that clung to his mouth, a small smile on her lips as she took her time helping him clean up. Lastly, her thumb brushed over his lips to brush the non-existent crumbs...

Vittoria held the treat in both hands. Drawing it closer to her mouth, her lups curled back to bare her teeth before they ooened wide and sank through with a satisfying bite. The chocolate had begun to melt, and the stickiness of the marshmallow clung to her upper lid as she began to chew. Her...

"Very." And she gave a long, contented sigh as her eyes watched the sweet treat new to Aniria become charred just as Kilien had demonstrated. "The confectioner told me it goes best with chocolate, fruit, and a sweet cracker. Do we roast those too?"

Vittoria kept her dagger out regardless. She crossed her arms as he draped his jacket around her, providing more warmth than the campfire did and gave her a whiff of something woody and musky, the scent she often smelled on him. As her eyes watched as he went to procure them sticks for roasting...

His quick solution made her stare st him, frowning that she had not thought of one sooner. Kilien was smooth with his kiss to her cheek, filling her with enough fluttering emotions to pull her out from her thoughts. She brightened a fraction at the thought of his jacket, and perhaps being in...

Vittoria visibly jumped in her place, almost falling backwards but her hands caught her as Kilien had shocked her with yelling and invoking Proctor Karkenov's name. "Kilien." She stared at him, eyes wide like a fawn caught in the forest. She had never stayed out past curfew before, had toed...

Vittoria emptied the basket onto the blanket, filling the small space between them with carefully picked food items for their night. Cheese, crackers, small amount of fruits, cakes, and a pot and kettle suited for campfire. If he wanted tea or the hot chocolate, then at least they had option for...

"We shall add spices to the list." She smiled. "Do they differ from the ones the Empire are known for, Killy?" Digging around in the basket, she produced a glass bottle of milk and a smaller bottle of chocolate melted down and meant to be mixed in with the milk. They could warm the milk at the...

"Cortos is known for their bountiful trade." She laughed, pulling her thumb and forefinger free from his teeth that held them imprisoned in a light bite. "I am to set off there soon on a mission. I think your name was on the mission list too." They had been on missions together already, the...

The book and the topic were now forgotten, and with a smile, Vittoria blindly reached for the basket and placed it between herself and Kilien. "There is quite the assortment in here, perhaps we may never finish it all unless we spend all night out here." She shuffled and rearranged her...

Only when he took her hand did Vittoria lowered herself to sit beside him. She watched him, not angered by him nor ashamed, but simply... content. She was lucky to have him. Her hand squeezed his, before she turned and lowered herself to lay on her back beside him. "I have a terrible need to...

Vittoria turned her head away, clearing her throat. "I have no reason to... do that." Inexperienced. And yet she was not the sort of girl to have had many opportunities or reasons to want the feel of another's flesh upon her own. It brought her back to a conversation she had with her father...

She opened to the page once more, reading the page quietly to herself. "A kiss of some sort." Was all Vittoria could deduce intelligently. A frown weighed on her expression, closing the book again. "Are you afraid of me, Killy? Afraid I would do what I did to that boy that tried to kiss me...

She closed the book. Blinking, she tried to summon words to counter his question, but the thought and imagination of what he was asking was... "I..." There was a blush so furious, it showed on her olive complexion. "I have never..." In all, she had never let anyone do anything to her until...