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Iris nearly beats down the door to the bar as she returns to Milliways, the color of her skin nearly sickly-pale and hair darkened with her frustration and anger.

Anger. Iris, goddess of color and light and rainbows, is angry.

She almost runs to the door towards the lake, throws it open, and immediately takes flight. No paths of light trail behind her.

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Robes are okay I suppose.

They can be wonderful. Where the robe parts, he starts to kiss down her skin as his hands explore her skin.

Not as wonderful as other things. Charles' shadow of a beard rubs against the skin of her belly and it makes Iris want to laugh again for happiness.

Iris manages undoing Charles' belt and starts on his shirt buttons without needing him to shift away from Iris at all.

He appreciates that as he wants to concentrate on her and the feel of her soft skin under his hands and lips.

Charles --

Pants are a problem.

Working on it.

Getting them off means his hands have to do something else but he can be quick and he can still kiss.

"I could just tear them off." Helpfully.

"I like these pants," And he's gotten them fully off.

Iris rolls her eyes. It's an expression she's learned recently.

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So are you. His pants are off and he resumes kissing her around her stomach.

Charles makes the wind rush in Iris' ears; she loves him for it, but he's too far away from her fingers. She would bring him pleasure here if he might let her.

He moves up to kiss and asks. Better?

Always.

He smiles and runs a hand through her hair, he loves how with her he can be open and so present.

"Now if I remember correctly, someone said something about taking care of me."

"Yes, tell me what you want, Iris."

It's easier to show. Iris has never had - or needed to have - the vocabulary for this. None of her messages ever needed the passion contained here, for him.

Listen. So she shows him her daydream from home - Charles and Iris together, Charles looking at her from above, fingers and the thrust of a hip to make the bed shake beneath them - and her mind stutter-steps, reaching back to earlier, and Charles and pineapple juice off Iris' hand.

He smiles and kisses her before lifting her onto the bed, her can make that come true.

I really will get better at this.

Asking.

Being able to say this sort of thing out loud.

But she's got better things on her mind now.

It takes time to learn what you like and what you want. Later I'll show how long it took me to figure things out myself.

For now though there are other things to do.

Other things indeed.

What are you planning?

He shifts her closer to him and smiles into her skin.

Oh seeing about getting you lost in pleasure for a time.

Iris' mouth goes dry at the concept and nods even though no question was asked that needed answering.

How are you even real?

He could probably ask her to jump off the edge of the world right now and she'd do it.

He kisses her on the lips than lower as he gently enters her, finding just the right position to make everything be a little more.

Iris hisses through her teeth at sensation and presence and heat, hands all tangled in Charles' hair.