The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Elfie?" One eyebrow raises. "I don't know how to play poker. But I'm game to learn."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull scoffs softly, wagging a finger at him. "That right there? Might be true, I've no idea really. But it means Imma assume yer a total card dragon and we're gonna play for pebbles 'til I'm sure." As he teased slash warned him, Bull had shuffled them both around on the couch so that Bull is slumped down against the back, with Cedric sprawled rather intimately across his entire body.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Alright," he decides. "One date night. Then I'm going to go hide until this body is done being disgusting. You'll take care of them for me? Do you swear on your soul?"

[The Iron Bull]

"Yeah, sure," Bull says, eyes wide. And, visible only to just how very close they are to each other, flushed cheeks. "But uh, sorry, date night? Like-- like a date-- I mean, that is..." He fumbles there, just silently moving his mouth with a look of adorable awkwardness on his face.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette's face looks hesitant, fragile. "Is that not... do you not want to...?"

[The Iron Bull]

"Nnn- yea-- I-- Fuck, what's the answer that means--" She can see when he gives up on words being useful. It's not hard, granted, as it's a split second before he lifts them by the shoulders so he can gently, timidly, press his lips against their own for just a few seconds.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric doesn't do timid. As he learns very well over the next few years, Cedric kisses rough and forceful, though he hesitates just long enough to seemingly ask permission before entering Bull's mouth. In the future, Bull would get very used to Cedric's kisses, be able to tell them apart from Cindy's shyer, more hesitant ones, or Madam Noire's demanding take-charge kisses. 

But for now, it's their first time, and it's rough and sloppy and perfect. 


Cedric doesn't go away entirely, but he does make a significant pulling back, once he's gotten Bull to promise to look after his girls. That just leaves two personalities for Bull to get used to knowing, once he's properly met Madam Noire. It is the latter that is the majority host in the day to day life, commanding the servants, planning the nursery, purchasing a store of baby clothes and cloth nappies and toys. As Coquette's time nears, she spends more and more of it in bed, worried about miscarrying -- and less and less of it eating. It's not that she is worried about her weight, at least not that she'll admit to. But everything seems ill suited to her palatte all of a sudden. She tries and rejects dish after dish, complaining of upset stomach, heartburn, or just plain dislike. Supper begins to become an ordeal, at least when Varisia doesn't eat with her. For whatever reason, she doesn't seem to pull this routine in front of her wife, only in front of Bull and the other servants. 

Varisia had sent word that she would be held up at the office late, and so, Coquette was being her usual fussy self. The best way to get her to eat, Bull had found, was to coax Cindy out of hiding, bringing her to the fore, and ply her with guilt about the baby's health. She'd usually force herself to eat then, honestly worried about her child more than whatever was going on with Madam Noire. And so it is Cindy who is soldiering onward, forcing down spoonfulls of milky porridge with nuts, as Madam Noire pouts and sulks, when Varisia comes home... with a stranger in tow. 

[The Iron Bull]

After those first, wonderfully awkward kisses, Bull had pulled back for a time. It had taken him a couple of days to confess that he'd been struggling with the fact that he wasn't sure how dating and more would work with someone in Coquette's situation. Cedric's suggestion of trusting them to deal with the issues of sharing a body and for Bull to just treat them all as individual people had resulted in Bull promptly taking their hands in his, asking to speak to Cindy and then kissing her. 

Oh, and also asking if she'd like to have a picnic date.

"Just a few more bites, my degerli-kis," he coaxes Cindy for the fifth or sixth time from his spot on the ground in front of her. "That caramel drizzle cook whipped up is really good, isn't it?" He rubs her feet some more as further encouragement, more than happy to spend hours rubbing her feet if needed be; immensely better than holding her hair back as she pukes. "Makes it..." He pauses, head turning to the door leading to the breakfast parlour. Not that it's breakfast time, it's just that Cindy and Bull both prefer to eat in this room if they're eating alone (and not enjoying the gardens or paddock). 

With only that as warning, Coquette sees her wife slink into the room with a broad, satisfied smile on her face. That's a good sign, given it's her 'just fucked someone' smile. Could be in a business or political sense, could be more literal, but whichever kind it was, it went well and she's pleased. "Coquette," she singsongs as she moves towards her wife. She gives Bull the unusual respect of bothering to gesture for him to move out of the way, which means the imisy minotaur doesn't get hit by the footstool the merikos drow kicks into place. Dropping down on it, she beams at her wife and reaches for her hands.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Beloved," purrs Madam Noire, taking Varisia's hands and laying kisses on them. "I missed you. Dinner would have been much sweeter for your company."

[Varisia Primfana]

Winking, Varisia leans in for a proper kiss, one that lingers but doesn't push for more. Pulling back, she makes a face and glances at the bowl Madam had set aside. "My dear, I am wondrously sweet indeed but even I would struggle to make gruel appealing," she says dryly. "Why are you eating that?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Ia, ia," she moans. "The chef prepared chicken in a butter sauce. One bite and I had horrible heartburn. And we are quite out of the fresh berries, and in any event cream makes me nauseated this week. This was all I could stand to eat. Your daughter is a picky eater, it seems."

[Varisia Primfana]

"Oh, my daughter is she?" Varisia says with a laugh, though her eyes glow with pleased pride. "And I suppose she'll be back to being our daughter when next she lays quiet and restful under your heart, mmh?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"But of course. What child of mine could be so wilfully disobedient? And what child of yours could be anything but willful?" She grins, clearly teasing. "This is all your fault and I require many kisses to make it up to me."

[Varisia Primfana]

And now her smiles turns sultry, a hunger showing on her face as she leans in again. "Kisses, hmmm?" she murmurs, running a hand up Coquette's leg. "I could..." She makes a face, huffing with annoyance. "Right, no, mother before wife," she grumbles to herself. "I purchased a nursemaid this afternoon. Took a while to find the right sort but I had a stroke of luck this morning, looked into her, tested her out, and ta-da!" 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Purchased? That's an odd turn of phrase, thinks Cindy, still present but relegated to the "back seat". 

"Oh, good, one less thing to worry about. Thank you, wife, that's very thoughtful. Did you bring her back with you?"