He enjoyed this new paradigm in their marriage. Perhaps it was a compliment to her, that she'd not forced his hand sooner, but now that she knew him a little better, and he knew her deeper, he'd not take steps back. Her adored her tension, her nerves offered up like strings to his fingers - pull this and I'll pivot, pull this and I'll fall. At least she seemed to appreciate the kindnesses too, even more than before. What Elizabeth didn't see in herself was how easily she took up this new role. Champion of contemporary sisters, if she may, but didn't she fit too well into this role?<br/><br/>He meant to ignore her when she carefully readied herself and came to him, but it was hard to suppress the smile. He abandoned the cutlery to place the knife-hand on the low of her back, a silent reward for her obedience, but also a tenderness. Good Elsie. He continued to eat a few more lifts before he held the fork to the edge of his plate. Her cheeks were a warmed color now. "Look at you." he said and drew soft knuckles over her face, where she wore her tell-tale blush. It was a daunting caress, because of the presence of the sharp prongs. "You've been gloomy all morning, but you're coming alive now, aren't you?" he tapped her nose, feather light, with the silver tool. Then he final set it down.<br/><br/>His arm hovered over the table and dipped fingers into her abandoned cup. "It's not so bad, is it, life with me?" he asked, and for a moment the air between them suggested she could be candid, and perhaps even tell him about how it made her feel to be switched with accessories and seeded while sodomized. "I stand behind you in your political endeavors, I pay for your jewelry and dressed." The hand came from her back to pet the spine of her dress, all the way up to the protective neck she'd chosen to hide the marks he'd given her yesterday.<br/><br/>"I keep you with sweet things to drink." he dabbed her lips with his dipped fingers. Oscar breathe on her mouth to warm the liquid again. Attentive Oscar, with that overwhelming charm that felt simply like he was directing yoru mood for you. He tucked her dress between her legs as though he was managing the fabric, but really, he wanted to build pressure inside her by addressing her inner thighs. A quick kiss took what he'd painted on her lips. He let the touch linger, almost teeth to teeth.<br/><br/>And then he leaned back to put some of the pastry in his mouth, a quick arch of the fork before it was discarded again. "And sweet things to eat." he added, words avoiding the morsel. Oscar inclined his head closer to his wife's again, and extended that tongue that could do wonders for her, when it wasn't jagged with reprimand. On the tip was plenty left of the cherry jam and flaking layers for her to enjoy too. It would take no great familiarity with the man's taste and personality for her to know she ought to clean him of the offered treat. His finger hooked into the edge of her collar to bring her closer, and offer initiative.