Hannibal's house, Sunday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had gone looking for things to wear that would be comfortable for flying, but was somewhat stymied by the fact that he'd always been a woman in warm weather. He eventually settled on wool pants and a shirt, and his motorcycle jacket. It fit, anyway, and ought to keep him warm. He'd dug out a scarf, too, in case Jono might think it necessary, but gloves...well, he would simply have to have cold hands.

The cats had been fed and were currently sleeping in one of the bay windows, with Beethoven pretending to ignore Joni had her chin on him. Dinner for this evening was prepared or ready for preparing. "Ready whenever you are," he called out, thinking it as well in case Jono wasn't within hearing range.


[OOC: For the still-a-lady!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

They are quite lovely, yes. And currently very close to Hannibal's hands, so he was going to briefly caress one. Since it was there.

[furnaceface]

"Mmmm..." All forward progress in their flying needed to stop for a moment, lest Jono get distracted and smack them directly into a tree. "You know," he murmured as they hovered there, "I'm not certain if breasts are just more sensitive, if I'm that not used to being touched that way, or both, but that was very distracting."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Very likely both." Hannibal smirked. "Should I stop?"

[furnaceface]

"Don't you dare." And then Jono was leaning in for another one of those kisses. Because he only had a limited amount of time left to take as many of those as he possibly could, now. He wanted to stock up to last until the next time around.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal grinned as he kissed back, and kept going. "Should we land before we go much further?" he asked. "How good is your concentration?"

[furnaceface]

"Good, but not nearly that good," Jono laughed, turning them around to head back toward Hannibal's place. In a sort of distracted kind of way. For some reason. "And this thing doesn't come with autopilot."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Pity." Hannibal left his hand where it was but didn't try for any more distraction. "I imagine that would be quite the experience."

[furnaceface]

"Almost certainly," Jono agreed. "Hell, I'd be willing to see if we can make it work from a somewhat less dangerous height, regardless. It'd be a challenge, but..."

A beat.

"I'm not taking the collar off."

Just for the record. There were so many more interesting things that could be done with it besides flying and screaming really loudly.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal raised an eyebrow at him. "What did you have in mind?"

[furnaceface]

"Sky's practically the limit," Jono replied, giving Hannibal a grin that was punctuated with a wisp of blue hard-light flame ghosting over his lips. "What I mean to say is that we could get very creative, so long as my batteries and my focus hold out."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal pursed his lips to kiss that flame and chuckled. "And how long are they likely to?"

[furnaceface]

"Depends," Jono teased. "Most of the night, perhaps. Until we turn back? I'd like a chance to make good use of this mouth while I've still got it, and I can be very focused when I've got reason to be."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal stretched, sliding his body along Jono's as best he could. "I have no objections."

[furnaceface]

"Well, good." Jono's feet came to rest about a foot above Hannibal's lawn. He wasn't completely finished with flying yet, thank you. "Because I really don't think I'd be able to have half as much fun on my own."

... He'd probably still make a spirited attempt, mind.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Oh? And what sorts of fun did you have in mind with a partner?" Hannibal asked.

[furnaceface]

"Preferably the sort that involves at least one of us begging before the night is through," Jono replied. "And teeth. A lot of teeth."

[sharp_as_knives]

"That sounds like a challenge," Hannibal noted. "I adore a challenge."

[furnaceface]

"I was hoping you would say that," Jono laughed, setting Hannibal down on the grass and finally giving in and landing, himself. "What's the point if we're not challenging ourselves, after all?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal pulled Jono closer for a kiss. "We don't need to challenge the neighbors, however. Shall we head inside?"

[furnaceface]

Jono wasn't completely certain there were enough neighbours for there to be much of a challenge, but he nodded all the same, and leaned in to take that kiss.

"Let's," he agreed. "Last thing either of us needs would be the flamingos getting any ideas.'

[sharp_as_knives]

Jono was getting a look for that. A look and a grimace, before Hannibal turned to head inside, pulling Jono along.