Open Post: Who invented this calendar anyway?

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How unfortunate.

Yes, Grantaire was fully aware that the year being longer at the mansion would logically cause seasons to drift when someone kept track of the old calendar, or at least what had been pinned down as the old calendar for convenience sake, which was almost necessary when people's arrivals weren't necessarily tied to the day they left. He hadn't given it too much thought last year, when his birthday, such that it was, arrived in spring like he was used to.

Dark, though, was unfortunate. Not inappropriate for the next notable anniversary coming up, but for this one, not at all. Of course, it wasn't as if he would have been planning much in the way of an event, Dark or no, but it would have been nice to treat himself to something or other, regardless.

Instead, he has installed himself in the game room, where he is carefully balancing dominoes on their ends to make a domino rally on the billiards table. It's a nice large flat surface, so it should work nicely. Have to keep entertained somehow.

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"Very much so." He firmly traces the curve of her ass on his way up to explore her brassiere. Surely it can't be that difficult to figure out.

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"Might you give me a for-instance?" Susan asks, hopefully, moving into his touch. She's even closer to him now. Really this arrangement shall suit her (because she does rather enjoy being fingered), but it shall also be a dreadful tease (because she also truly loves being properly fucked). Perhaps that can be an end-point?

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"For instance, he's very good at finding excellent angles, but even aside from that, half of the work if not more is in the attitude." He finds the clasp of her brassier and starts to pluck at it.

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"The attitude?" She shall only tell him the most expedient way to unlatch it if he asks.

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"Absolutely. His confidence is unparalle-- How does this work?"

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"There's a latch," says Susan. "You need to pull the straps toward each other so that they can be worked free of each other. Laertes has got unparalleled confidence?"

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"Ah, I see!" He works the latch open. "In the bedroom, certainly, at least in my experience. He's very much grown into it."

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"He hadn't the confidence before?" Is Susan asking too many questions about Laertes? She does a little half-wiggle, half-shrug; with Grantaire's hands on the straps, this will allow it to fall down her arms and away. Her breast sway heavily free of the brassiere's confines, and then she's just in the garters and nylons. It feels scandalous, in an exciting way, to have Grantaire fully dressed in front of her, but also...

"Perhaps you might find it within yourself to disrobe for me."

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"I think he was a bit nervous at first. It ended up working out." His quiets as the brassiere falls, taking in the sight of her revealed breasts. At her request, though, he clears his throat and steps back. "Of course." He immediately starts for his cravat, realizes her belt is still slung over his neck, and sets that aside before getting to work.

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With a small measure of reluctance, Susan drops the topic of Laertes's sexual nervousness. As Grantaire steps back, she steps forward, and - contrary to her own request - nimbly starts helping him with his buttons.

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"Oh thank you," he laughs as he shrugs off his waistcoat, tossing it in the general direction of the closest chair.

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She gets started on his shirt buttons next, then pauses, glances up. There's a brief moment as she turns over how much charge she ought to take before he specifically asks for her guidance, how long she ought to let him show her what he'd organically choose to do without any particular sort of direction - and then she's dragging him in for a kiss, deep and intent from the onset.

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The kiss takes him by surprise, but he gets with the program quickly enough, returning the kiss enthusiastically as one hand falls to her waist, while the other keeps tugging at his shirt, trying to extricate it from his trousers.

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Susan breaks the kiss with a bite to his lower lip. "Perhaps if you undid your trousers first," she says, "the shirt might pull free more easily."

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His tongue flicks out to run across his lower lip where she bit it. "Infinitely wise as well as gorgeous." He starts on his trouser buttons.

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"I also give you leave to speak on my intellect," says Susan. She keeps one eye on Grantaire, but also glances around the room to assess her options. There are the chairs they were using, and the couch in front of the television, and the tables (for board games, for air hockey, and for pool) off to the side. Whilst they could just keep standing in the middle of the room for this, perhaps they ought to choose a location that affords some degree of support. "And select a surface," she instructs. She's certainly got preferences, of course, but she shall only offer them if his choice runs counter to them.

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"Your intellect is self-evident but I'm also happy to say so." He glances around himself. "As for surfaces, I'd first select the couch, simply for comfort purposes. The billiards table is certainly sturdy but there's not much cushioning and the felt can chafe."

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"I haven't any concerns about chafing. Pick one."

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He nods. "Still picking the couch."

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She'll allow it. "Very good," she tells him, settling her hands at his waist so she might help him with that shirt of his.

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He finishes unfastening his trousers and, trusting that Susan will help extricate his shirt, he lifts his own arms to grab it from above and tug it over his head.

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"Good," Susan repeats, once she's pulled Grantaire's shirt free of his trousers and they've worked it off him entirely. She gives his torso an approving sort of once-over, eyeing the slouch of his open trousers and the pale soft skin of his body. Then she curls her fingertips sharply into the meat of his hips and pulls him flush against her. She holds him there, close, as she backs carefully up, step by step, drawing closer to the couch.

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Grantaire does still have a bit of lingering self-consciousness in the back of his head about the bullet scars on his chest, but he does have at least more than enough experience to know that they're not really a deterrent for anyone here, so it really barely matters. He lets out a slightly breathless laugh as she drags him close to herself. When they're about halfway to the couch, he can't resist leaning in for one quick kiss.

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Grantaire might intend for the kiss to be quick, but this is not an intention that Susan shares. She pauses midstep and moves one of her hands, curling her arm around the back of his neck, holding him there. In sharp counterpoint to the rising sense of urgency Susan is feeling - she would like his hands on her twenty minutes ago - this kiss is slow, exploratory, and when she licks into his mouth, it's in a way that verges on languid.

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A soft pleased sound comes from somewhere in the back of his throat as he returns the kiss, no less exploratory as he pulls her tightly against himself.