miracle crystal dancing jewel, spin!

[incanted]

Bella goes to bed, happily exhausted. She can make stuff! Not a lot of stuff, not yet, but still. She will be able to solve Brilliance's food problem and if she can figure out how to scale up she will be able to solve the world's food problem.

The next day is, alas, also a school day. She bids Brilliance good morning while she brushes out her hair. +Hey you.+

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[incanted]

The sand's dry. It'll mostly shake out. Bella will think of that. Later. For now kissing and warmth and skin.

[cardistry]

All those things!

Brilliance is having a little trouble deciding whether he wants to wrap Bella up in snuggles like an extremely friendly anaconda, or continue exploring the available selection of Places To Put His Mouth. For now, he alternates.

[incanted]

Alternating is good! Alternating means that Bella gets to swap between neighborhoods in her surprisingly large repertoire of noises. She's mostly letting him direct them here, because while both of them have more theoretical than practical knowledge he seems less inclined than she to let that interfere. That doesn't mean she doesn't run her hands over surfaces that present themselves, of course.

[cardistry]

Brilliance has many, many surfaces, and he gets pretty enthusiastic about her touching any of them. The back of his neck and his lower back are particular favourites, and then of course there is his hair. Bella putting her hands in his hair is the best thing.

[incanted]

Hair is fun! Hair is pettable and finger-combable and scritchable.

[cardistry]

So many ways to interact with it! So many interesting sounds and faces he makes when she does!

[incanted]

Yes indeed.

They're still wearing underwear.

Bella doesn't bother to announce it in advance when she decides to unhook the hooky bits of the top half of hers.

[cardistry]

"Does this mean more places to put my mouth?" inquires Brilliance.

[incanted]

"You know what," says Bella, "it is, you're very clever and you get a prize."

[cardistry]

"Awesome," says Brilliance, and proceeds under the assumption that the prize is getting to put his mouth new places.

[incanted]

He's very clever and he gets a prize and he takes Bella's snark module right offline.

[cardistry]

That is an accomplishment! He feels accomplished.

Also, Bella continues to be ice cream.

[incanted]

Bella feels such a lovely and pleasing kinship with ice cream right now.

Brilliance's name has joined her noises-repertoire.

[cardistry]

That makes him feel all warm and happy inside!

+I like it when you say my name like that,+ he informs her, and commences investigating the application of tiny gentle little nibbles.

[incanted]

"Brilliance," Bella obliges, whether because of nibbles or because of what he said.

[cardistry]

He isn't sure which! He will just have to try again. Maybe a few more times.

[incanted]

"Nnnfogod." And a squeak which does not render so easily into the Latin alphabet.

[cardistry]

+I love you,+ says Brilliance. +You're like ice cream but better.+

[incanted]

+I am ice cream that likes you baaaaack,+ Bella moans.

[cardistry]

+Awwwwwwww,+ he says delightedly, and snuggle-nuzzles, and tries the nibbles again.

[incanted]

She's shivering like she's cold (but she's not cold, warmth is pouring off her) and babbling like she has forgotten English and one of her hands is in his hair and distractedly clenching there.

[cardistry]

+Mm, nice,+ he says happily.

[incanted]

"Mmmhmmmmmm..."

[cardistry]

+You are cute and tasty and I love you,+ says Brilliance.

[incanted]

Bella has words in her head, somewhere, she can get them if she really needs them, but her observation that they are both still wearing nonzero amounts of clothes and that this should stop does not require that she be verbal.