While the two took their sweet time, Yulia, Sky, and Lorette were in the living room, enjoying small dessert towers filled with macarons, cookies, and varied cake slices.
"Jonathan's taking some time up there..." Yulia rests her chin on her hand, looking towards the stairs as she takes a bite out of her cloud-themed cheese cake topped with powdered sugar and blue sprinkles.
"She probably isn't letting him go." Sky licks her lips, cleaning the macaron residue from her gluttonous spree across one of the towers, crossing her legs comfortably into the couch.
"You know how she gets when she's drunk and half-asleep." Lorette chimes in, drinking tea now instead of the dew bew she prepared for them earlier.
But they're all in agreement. Jonathan IS taking longer. Yulia knew he could be a little rough around the edges, but still be considerate in his own way, and Natasha is a hard person to pry off, regardless of man or woman. Lorette smiled under her cup as she drank, having a great hunch as to what was happening up there.
He's for sure swept up in Natasha's pace and got to relieve a lot of built-up stress.
Thinking about it has her breath hitched ever so lightly, switching one leg over the other to disperse a tingling sensation. In her house, of all places. Yulia brought in a guy, already getting frisky with Natasha. She bit her lip with a soft sigh, looking at the stairs herself.
"I'm heading up to sleep." Sky grunts as she stands up with water in hand, downing the glass in one swig.
"Already?" Lorette shook her cup towards the brusque woman, who nodded with a small smile.
"I know you have more planned tomorrow anyway. Gotta rest up so I can tolerate all of your annoyingly good will." Sky chuckles, setting her glass down by Yulia.
"Check up on the two of them for us, could you?" Yulia smiles oh so cluelessly, making it hard to discern whether she has any inkling of what could and can happen up there. If she does know, then her expression is masterfully crafted.
Impossible. Lorette can tell that she and Jonathan have already locked hips just from the small differences in her bodily reactions. While Yulia isn't the scheming type, it doesn't mean she lets just anything pass through against her.
Lorette, for one, is a believer that a great man should have many wives who can parade his love and brilliance. Knowing that takes a lot of money, she took it upon herself to make her own little empire of wealth to be enjoyed in great luxury.
To her, Jonathan looks like the type to quietly lead with a firm hand, just from their brief introduction at her flower shop. That effortless confidence, his chilly gaze... and oh, those veiny forearms choking her neck...
"Mhm. Just text either of us." Lorette clears her throat as she starts tidying up, only to be stopped short by Yulia, who's already a step ahead of the clean up. Just the idea of that man putting his callous hands over her like she doesn't own herself anymore has her eyes subconsciously rolling backward.
"Good night, you two. Don't stay up too late, I guess." Sky waves at the duo before ascending the stairs with heavy steps.
"Let me help!" For a yuki-onna, she's warmer than she is cold. Yulia and Lorette tidy up the coffee table and go to the kitchen.
While washing the plates, Lorette glances at the snow spirit, who hums a cheerful tune as she stores the leftover desserts in secure glassware in the fridge, as if without a care in the world.
"Please welcome Jona," she'd start, voice soft, eyes downcast in a thoughtful expression. "He's a little awkward and upfront, but he looks like a sincere boy."
Well, well, well. That soft look's unmistakable. Who knew that she had a taste for younger men? I can't blame her when he's the one she's vouching for.
"You haven't even met him for more than a month," Lorette chuckles, "dick must be that good, then."
You can tell how true something is by the strength of a woman's reaction. Like strawberry-flavored shaved ice, Yulia lights up red. "I-I- hey! You're gonna try it anyway! J-just, uh, share, okay?" Look at her, lighting up like a Christmas light.
"Nat's having her fun right now, Sky's, well... she'll have her turn from an absurd situation, I'm sure, as for me..." Lorette licks her lips, putting plates and trays into the dishwasher.
"I'll get my turn." The idea makes her oh, so happy. Shivers seize her body from a vivid imagination.
Yulia looks at me like she's seen something disgusting with a quivering smile.
"Sometimes, Lorie, you genuinely scare me..."