London

[Apollymi]

Nikki couldn't fashion Ozzy into anything. Strange though it might be, he was indeed perfect for her exactly as he was. It was something she was coming to terms with much faster than she would have expected. He could match her sex drive, handle her antics and be exactly the sort of support her manic brain needed. She really would marry him, keep him forever as a symbol of her winning and his absolute perfection. As such, she truly didn't find his request to be selfish at all. Beyond that, his claim that she was responsible for his end by method of simply reciprocating his interest was a source of extreme amusement. "I did say you're perfect for me, I'd be mad not to indulge whenever I can~" she mused of her own thought patterns. Of course, it went without saying that she knew a bit of what she was doing when she chose the position she took in the end.

That arch in her back was on of an extreme curve which she figured made her backside look larger and gave a clear view all the way down her body. With her hair shifted about she was even sure that tattoo between her shoulders was visible and parallel to the bedspread by nature of her posturing. After a few short words an a moment of recovering, Ozzy was sliding into her womanhood again, this time with a much firmer grip around his girth due to the position alone. And Nikki got to feel every push forward at normal speed without the earlier applied care. She moaned in response to this and couldn't help but to gently shift her hips backwards and meet those forward thrusts, helping along that feeling of depth and feeding into the divine feelings of this position. Ah, but Ozzy's words teasingly called the lass a devil and referred to this curve in her back as a demon arch. "I'm the devil?! Bloody hell you're one to talk~" she shot back as she surely began to fall to the sensation being provided. Ah, but what was he supposed to do with her? "If I'm the devil, it's only fair we make a deal, right?" she gave it a tiny bit of thought after posing that teasing question. This position was lovely and though he wasn't going slow she could do with a slight increase in friction to go along with that forced depth. "How about, you push harder for me... and I'll... say your name the way you like, Ozzy?~" she offered the fairest deal she could given the circumstances all while her own hips encouraged those extra forceful movements by pushing back against him.

[Bloodedge]

True enough, Nikki did claim he was perfect for her, while herself being the perfect specimen for him. Thus far, they melded together just as easily as their loins. Her claim of being mad to do anything but indulge given their obvious chemistry, was interestingly something that hit very close to home for Oliver. "Funny. I was thinking something like that too," he said firmly. Indulgence in each other would be the fate of these two, it seemed. Neither minded this, and in fact, both seemed elated to be at the receiving end of the other's thirst. The future was bright.

Nikki was the devil; there was no arguing Ozzy down from this train of thought. At the absolute minimum, she could be considered some sort of seductress, at least as far as he was concerned. Surely she understood what her current posture was doing from a visual perspective alone─ not to mention how this all felt, which was a different level of unfathomable. Nevertheless, it seemed Nikki was content to accept her identity as the literal devil under one condition: that they strike up a deal as devils did. "Sounds fair to me," he chimed with a grin, wondering what sort of 'deal' the young woman had in mind. What she had for him, was riveting. Push harder, she said, in exchange for the use of his name the way he'd grown to enjoy hearing it. Yes, that was quite fair, but it wasn't as if he could do anything else while Nikki was shifting her own hips that way. "That might work, yeah," he said. To the contrary however, Ozzy had to unveil his own devilish tendencies. As he addressed this potential exchange, he did indeed begin more forceful thrusts. How could he not? Ozzy had grown used to a slower approach by his partners' requests, typically by fault of their reprehensions when dealing with the size of his tool. With Nikki never giving any such warning, and now even requesting that he let out his energy as his body naturally desired, he could do nothing but answer in kind with thrusts that left his pelvis slapping against her backside─ though he was purposefully not offering full force just yet.

"It doesn't have to be my name though, does it? Just keep talking; I don't care what you say," he admitted. At the end of the day, that was Oliver Williams' ultimate peace of mind. Ending a livestream, kicking back and listening to Nikki talk as she showcased some new design or rambled on about her upcoming plans had become a staple in the young man's life. There was a new staple now, still involving the sound of Nikoleta's voice as some form of ASMR, but... this was a different voice entirely, and it soothed him in a very different way.

[Apollymi]

Apparently, Nikki and Ozzy were on the same page as far as their matching in certain aspects of their lives. That was reassuring, given that she'd already all but stated her desire to have this man by her side forever from this point forward. That was truly great, she could look forward to the future if this was what they were going to do.

Speaking of indulging, Nikki hadn't properly denied being the devil, and given this she found Ozzy taking her deal though with a minor modification or two. The harder pushes she'd asked for came though not quite with the utmost force... this was fine for her, she hadn't demanded his absolute hardest effort, one needed to work up to that sort of thing. Of course, beyond this her own hips were flexing backwards at each and ever stroke, her mouth fell open as she felt every reverberation of that slapping noise when Ozzy's hips collided with her bottom. "Aaah, fuck that's nice~" she stated as her breath hitched in her throat. Never before had someone reached this depth within her, and she couldn't deny liking it after it was done. Normally, things were done and over with so quickly that she found herself desiring more than was offered, but right at the moment she knew she'd never stop a session with Ozzy unsatisfied in the slightest. "Bloody hell, I'll say just about anything you like, Ozzy~" she mentioned of their little deal. She could and would say just about anything to the man, especially as her body began tightening around his manhood oh this was going to be great. Ah, maybe a little more... just a bit harder. "Don't take it easy on my account though... give all you've got... I'll be satisfied~" she mentioned of her desire. She couldn't have Ozzy holding back on her on anything, and it wasn't like she'd break... she'd abuse this new feeling as much as possible and let the lad with her enjoy himself at his fullest as well. What was the harm?

[Bloodedge]

Ozzy really didn't care what words Nikki had to offer him, though he was very interested to find out what they would be. Alas, her first words were a refreshing surprise after his efforts gained vigor, were nothing shy of perfection. She'd offered no negative commentary thus far, but he certainly wouldn't be turning his nose up to something directly positive. She even went on to claim that she'd say anything he liked. That was quite the dangerous sentence, wasn't it? If she meant those words, he could make her say anything at all.

Of course, there wasn't a single thing he could think of that he'd want her to say. As much as he enjoyed hearing her say anything in his direction, it didn't count at all if the words weren't hers. "I like whatever you want to say. Whatever comes to mind, just spit it out," he assured, confident that even a single word or two from Nikoleta could send him straight to the moon and back. His thrusts were steady all the while, laboring against that growing tightness. Whether sadly or not so sadly at all, that would have to be brought to an end in a way, and very soon. Nikki spoke words he'd never heard before. Don't take it easy? He'd never heard that as a single phrase before. In his earliest sexual endeavors, that came out more like: 'Don't! Take it easy!' This, however, was an astronomical alteration to what he accepted as the norm. Giving it all he had would be something he hadn't even thought to do in their multiple rounds thus far, but... if that was Nikki's desire, who was he to question it?

Leverage. If anything was important here, it was leverage. Ozzy wouldn't be able to keep simply holding onto the lass' hips, so he took to steadying himself with hands grasping the sides of her ribcage after his movements halted for the adjustment. "Well, if that's how it is," he said openly. Those snakelike movements of his spine would see a return as he stroked away once more. There was nothing to get in his way, and no chance of Nikki physically locking him in place again, even if she decided to try. There was nothing here but the force of his hips, every mighty lunge halted only by the combination of Nikki's backside and the limits of her canal, whichever stopped offering him leeway last. Earlier, there were noise complaints sent to the hotel staff, perhaps due to their collective loudness. Today, there were sure to be even more; some uppity sod may have even called the police for presumed acts of violence due to the continuous sounds of slapping skin and the headboard slamming against the wall from force of movement alone.

[Apollymi]

Nikki for her part in this, had nothing negative to offer Ozzy. She'd made the claim that she'd say what he liked, but in response to that she'd only been told to say whatever she wanted whenever it came to mind. Oh? That was a strangely free statement. Nikki had been in a number of relationships which made her feel small in various aspects of herself, the amount of freedom she was being offered by Ozzy was altogether new. She didn't need to change? She didn't need to stop? She didn't need to say something ridiculous? Anything she offered was enough?! That had to be some sort of mental trigger, she literally felt like she could offer this man anything right at the moment. Like she'd offer Oliver Williams, her entire being forever with statements like that to boost her sense of self so hard. "Fuck me, I'm not going to be able to let you go~" that was quite the sentence. Maybe uttered in a moment of passion but one she meant more than most others. She truly had already decided to keep this man, now she was going crazy trying to decide exactly how to present it as an idea that didn't seem crazy.

Until that level of crazy properly settled, it seemed she'd flickered a switch in Ozzy's mind. She could never know what it was like, being endowed as a man with such a tool she imagined it was some strange mix of being fetishized and feared. Whatever the case, being freed to act with the amount of force he wished to give, Nikki found confirmation to her earlier thoughts. He was indeed taking it easy on her, being very cautious of her to keep this interaction and every one they'd had so far comfortable for her. That being said, it was hardly necessary... given how much he was willing to do to get them started, Nikki found no problems accepting roughness with the size of the monster he used to tame her with. Ah, his hands shifted and were now holding her strangely. She was the one who couldn't escape now, and those snaking movements of his spine began with enough force for her to feel it all the way through her person. Each thrust seemed to reverberate though her, she hiccupped at the first one but a grin spread across her face thereafter. That constant knocking moved far beyond that gentle sensation and became something of a wave of bursting pleasure with each movement. She loved this, and felt the tightening of her nether into a rush of nectar and the release of her tension. Only it didn't stop, it was like a constant wave sending a flush of red color to her face and tingles all across her body.

If there was to be a noise complaint, it would be obvious why it was coming. Nikki had lost the volume control on her voice somewhere in that first plunge at this increased force. "FUCK ALL!~ OZZY!~ DON'T STOP, IT'S TOO GOOD!~" yes she could say anything, so she chose to sing his praises. Among the slapping of flesh against flesh, the knocking of the headboard and their labored breathing. She had nothing but pleasantries to pass along. Her nether was constantly pulsing on his manhood, she wasn't even sure she was actually reaching climax anymore separately. Her body had reached a state of divinity, she felt the outbreak of gooseflesh and the constant tingles in her head down to her toes. She was sure she'd gone cross eyed, sure her mouth was hanging open. Was she drooling? Maybe a little. But god was it worth it for how good it all felt. She was quite certain she was ruined.

[Bloodedge]

And so, the words were spoken─ words which Oliver Williams resonated with more thoroughly than any other in the English language. She wouldn't be able to let him go? Excellent. There was nothing he wanted more than to be permanently attached to Nikoleta by whatever methods she approved. He'd be elated even if Nikki's desire was to chain and enslave him. Actually, that sounded like a fun little idea, but he didn't have it in him to wonder about it much. His mind was just short of blanked by this ongoing bout of debauchery, though that was perfectly fine as well─ more than fine, even!

Ozzy was in danger of rubbing himself raw with all this friction. Alas, the friction itself was continually held at bay. Nikki's womanhood was his protector against its own firm grip, receiving assistance from the two deposits of his own fluids in fending off discomfort. It was fine that some neighbor may have been calling the police by now, right? Well, it would have to be, because Ozzy wasn't going to stop for anything after the lass started screaming the way she did. Don't stop, she said. What a dangerous sentence that was. In only hearing it, having confirmation of his partner's pleasure when her voice was at its best, Ozzy was brought closer to his proper end. Ever the gentleman though, he would resist that tingle. Well... perhaps gentleman wasn't the right descriptor. He wanted to be fair, yes, but his actions were more self-serving. He wanted Nikoleta to plummet into a void of endless bliss. In this moment, he wished for neither of them to know or acknowledge anything outside of this room, this bed, this physical connection that could be considered violent on every plane but the emotional. Ozzy moved as if he intended to literally tear down Nikki's walls, and even felt as if he had to, given how much compression was going on between them.

[Apollymi]

It was a truthful statement, Nikoleta wouldn't be able to let go of the man called Oliver Williams. She wondered if he would be surprised by the fact that she meant that statement and not in some crazy deranged way. She simply wanted him, and it was becoming more obvious to her with every passing moment that this wasn't something that was very likely to change at any point in the future. Ah, she'd have to explain herself sometime later though, right now her mind was an absolute mess.

It would be the case that she'd practically screamed at Ozzy that she didn't want him to stop, and lo and behold he'd kept up his motions. If there was a points system of some sort, he would have just earned some. Normally such words spelled the absolute end for whatever poor man heard them. Ah, but with the additional plunging, Nikki was far from being able to distinguish the start of one flourish from the end of one. Her body was in a constant state of pulsing clamping. All she could see in her eyes were speaks of light and black dots. She was quite sure her voice couldn't get much louder and she was already using a tone of voice that had never crossed her palate before. Ozzy did so many strange things to her, she was quite certain she was forever changed by each interaction they had. It was only fair if he was the only person to ever benefit from such hard work, right? Her hands were tangled up in this comforter right at the moment, she simply needed something else to hang on to while the whole of her body and mind fell apart. Her biggest most pronounced flourish yet was upon her, and along with it came that most dangerous compression her nether knew. "AAAAAAH!~FUCK ALL, OZZY! I'M CUMMING!~" so much to say so little time. She was done for, Nikoleta Corbyn might actually have to lock this man up somewhere to keep anyone else from having him.

[Bloodedge]

Ah, Ozzy was wrong─very wrong. The words he heard mere moments ago weren't dangerous at all when compared to what Nikki would soon be shouting. How long had he been waiting to hear such a beautiful song without even knowing? That announcement could have been considered the greatest sentence in human history, the way it struck his ear. To think, Ozzy was already endangered enough by the tightening of Nikki's core, and his own tool swelling against the feeling each time. What could anyone do in such a situation? There was hardly a thing for Ozzy to do physically, aside from take that proclamation as a lead to be followed. Steady was his pace, losing no force nor speed. From the sound and feel of things, he could likely consider his job done here; it would be very hard to top this after already completing multiple rounds in one sitting. It was time to make the final push, and end this on a high note─ and what a high note it was.

Pump after pump, his tool pushed through that narrow corridor, knocking against the door found at its end. Oliver's stamina had been attributed enough to sheer willpower that he had no issue, especially with such marvelous prompting, knocking one final time. At this point, it would be a surprise to Ozzy if there wasn't a sea of fluids gushing out around his girth, if only because of his own... deposit, so to speak. How many had there been now? He thought this to be the third, but surely they'd been at this for days on end by now, right? It felt as if it had been so long, yet also only a few short moments. However long it actually was, now was the moment to end it with one final thrust to the ends of Nikki's being. Heralded by her own climax was Ozzy's final surge. He still didn't know if she employed some form of birth control or not, but if she didn't... well, there would be something with a mixture of their faces in nine months or so─

[Apollymi]

Pump after pump at a steady pace, Nikki was pushed over the edge by Ozzy. He really was quite intuitive, she wondered how he'd not been cuffed and chained to someone else by now. Well, he was still in Uni, maybe the women he'd seen before weren't ready for that sort of thing? Whatever the case, Nikki herself was quite ready, even as she clenched around him and felt that desirable knocking against the end of her, towards his last thrust she felt it, the breach of that last barrier as well as something else rather new. A spilling sensation? Or a filling one!? In this case, she felt the expulsion of his seed at her very core and it was lovely. "OZZY!~ FUCK YES!!~" she chimed. Ozzy was sincerely surpassing all known limits. Her whole body would soon relax as she collapsed into the comforter trying to get her breathing under control.

Oh yes, in and out, that is how breaths were supposed to work. She didn't know if she should be chagrined or not that she hadn't needed to tell this lad twice that he was fine to release himself within her person. She was quite glad about the overall decision though. She was glad she was on birth control or else she definitely would have been worried about becoming pregnant from such an explosion. Oh well, it didn't matter and it was fun and felt nice which was about all a person could ask for. "Blimey." Yep that was all she had to say after all of that. She was so shocked, what else was she supposed to say? She would eventually have to mention that she wanted this lad as hers, just hers forever. She wasn't crazy but she also wasn't going to share him with anyone else. She wondered how close he was to graduation, would it be weird to move him into her flat? Maybe they should get different kind of place. If the noise of today was any indication they might not want neighbors.

[Bloodedge]

"Jesus fucking Christ, that..." Ozzy's train of thought was lost mid-sentence. Were there any fluids left in his body? He felt as if they were all gone from his person. To hell with breakfast; what he needed was hydration now! Whatever didn't escape through his shaft was leaving through his pores, or through the minor lacerations on the upper end of his back. Right, he had to move. It wouldn't be good to just leave himself lodged within Nikki all day, would it? Slowly but surely, he pulled back until his member flopped its way out of her womanhood. Of course there had to be spillage as he did so, one couldn't just expect to rest.

"God damnit. Just a tick," he said, heaving as he crawled out of the bed and made way for the bathroom. Nikki had so kindly done this the previous day, so he thought it was his turn to retrieve moist towels and the like. While he was at it, he went the extra mile to procure bottled water. Ozzy himself managed to sweat up a storm, so he imagined Nikki could use some amount of hydration as well. Back in the room, he took his place beside her in the bed, offering one of two bottles and... strangely enough, applying a warm cloth to her undercarriage without so much as a word beforehand. "Not too rough, I'm guessing? Can't say I've ever done any of that before."

[Apollymi]

Ozzy had the right of it. Swears were about all that could be applied to ones tongue after a bout like that. Nikki didn't even know where her head was, it was a million different places. They should get a nice place, not a flat. With a bathroom right off the bedroom. Oh, and a mini-fridge right there so they could have easy access to stuff. And a right good bed, one that could knock against the wall without injury, she sort of liked that sound. What side of the bed would Ozzy like? Would he prefer black-out curtains or the light kind that let the sun in? She should really ask... "Hmpf~" a little moan left that mouth of hers as Ozzy withdrew himself from her core. Was she dying? Having an existential crisis? Was she just musing on and on in her head about how to design a space they could share that would be functional for all their debauchery without any undue harm to neighbors. That was a mad.

Nikki was also sweating out a pool of her fluids. Ah, but he needed a second. "Yeah, take your time..." Nikki was really out of it. She finally managed to roll over after he was out of her, stretching just a tad. Oh gods, this was going to be a mess and a half. Ah but she fell back a bit, it was great. Warm towels and a water bottle. She was offered one. That was great. "Cheers, mate. I needed that..." she mentioned thanking him for the water. She opened it and took a sip fully prepared to accept the moist towel from him only to find by the time she was sipping that he was busy between her legs with it, cleaning her up?! Men did this? Like actually did this?! She thought this only occurred in romance novels... "Bloody hell, you're a saint! What am I going to do with you?~" she said as her head fell back. She couldn't even argue about this. As for his questions she could only grin. "Definitely not too rough... I've also never done any of all that before. Bloody mad that was," she said with a wistful smile crossing her face. "Seriously, I was over here having an existential crisis, I was wondering if you want sheer or blackout curtains?~"

[Bloodedge]

Back in bed and being shown gratitude for the offering of water, Ozzy wiped away at that which he'd been borderline brutalizing for the entire day thus far. He'd been the one to make such a mess of it, so it was only right that he do something to help clean it up. Nikki, however, seemed very surprised by this gesture. "What? I went and mucked it up, didn't I?" he defended, still wiping away ever so gently. Apparently, he wasn't too rough at all, despite Nikki being just as new to the spirited session they so recently shared. It was mad, but in such a magnificent way that Ozzy could only be more enchanted by it.

Ah, but Nikki admitted to having a bit of a crisis in recent moments. What could it have been? He could only hope it wasn't something too ridiculous. Had he overstepped any boundaries? Maybe he should have kept that roughness, but not gone quite so far into her undercarriage. One could imagine that being an unpleasant feeling, especially given the size of his package... but that wasn't even related to the crisis Nikki mentioned. Actually, it wasn't much of a 'crisis' at all, was it? She wondered something... whether he wanted sheer or blackout curtains? What sort of thing was that to think of? Whatever the case, Ozzy found it too hilarious to avoid any laughter prior to his response. "Hahaha! Do I want what?" He fell back, pulling his hand and the cloth away from Nikki's nether to avoid any impulse-related discomfort while he composed himself. Oh, that was just too much. Where did it even come from? "I fancy a bit of both, honestly. One for privacy, one for sleeping and glare-free gaming. My flat has them double-layered so I can use both─ is that weird?"

[Apollymi]

Her surprise at his actions got Nikki a very interesting defense from Ozzy. According to him he'd mucked it up, so cleaning it wasn't a big deal. Well, that was true enough but not really a sentiment that was generally shared. "Blimey this kind of aftercare is unheard though..." she said seeming not to understand how he didn't know this. But if he was always like this, there was only one real thing that was going to happen as a result. "Bloody hell, I'm gonna end up, proper spoiled. Sorted and spoiled, is that the type of woman I'm gonna be?" she mused unable to believe that any woman had let the lad go ever. At this point, Nikki had no idea that Ozzy was worried a bit about how she may or may not have liked any bit of their early morning activities. She was already planning a new place for them to live with all necessary amenities. Her concerns were far from anything they'd done together. She hadn't a single complaint and enjoyed every single moment they shared so far.

Ah, but what was this. Her actual question made the lad stop his cleaning of her and lean back. He laughed? Well, he'd wanted to know what she was actually like, and she was not holding back her thoughts at all. In post coital clarity she was deciding on the design of their shared bedroom and wondering what kind of thing he would prefer. She'd need to explain. "It's a great bloody question. I promise I'm not a nutter or anything... there was a long train of thought that got me there..." she playfully defended but she couldn't help but smile and be happy at the same time. She took a sip of water having propped herself up on her elbow. Ah, well at least he still actually answered her question. He fancied a bit of both. The blackout for sleep and to avoid glare on his screen and the sheer to enjoy the natural light doubled up. "Oh? Well that isn't strange at all. Layering curtains at the like is a pretty good way to add extra texture and depth to plain rooms. You know aside from the actual functional uses of it," she said taking a pause to bite that bottom lip of hers, as she thought over some extras. "Ah, but there's this great mirror lining for glass which can be applied from the inside. That stuff is magic! Lets in all the natural light and blocks the windows from the outside so no one can see in. It also blocks the glare it would be good for the glare as well if you don't want to be shut into a dark room all the time just to see the screen," she finished up. "Ah, but it's fun to play with both types of curtains, then there are more options for other matching and complementary fabrics. Such a thing is a good base for a cozy space," she managed to finish that line of thought. Hm, what if he wanted a spare room. He was an architecture student as well as a streamer. Perhaps a study with a comfy gaming set up would be nice. She always had a studio type room in her own flat, that was also manageable.

[Bloodedge]

Sorted and spoiled; that was about the state he planned on leaving her in. It was a good type of woman for her to be, he thought, so he would ensure that to the best of his ability. "Good plan, innit? Sorted, spoiled... bit of drool hanging from your lip─" he said, pointing near the corner of his own bottom lip to bring attention to the saliva present on Nikki's. "Should I get that too?" he continued in partial jest.

As for her random talk of curtains, apparently there was a long train of thought which led her to such a thing. She bit her lip and started rambling on, as she seemed to always do when musing for her work/passion. In the meantime, Ozzy settled in, crossing his legs and placing his chin in one hand as he watched her mouth move and move. Though he wasn't much of an interior design person himself, he was intently listening and infinitely amused by her mannerisms. She had some interesting takes as well, managing to catch his interest with the idea of some mirror lining for windows. "That sounds like it'd take a load of getting used to, but I sort of like the idea. I do keep my streaming office dark and without windows at all if possible, though. Less impact on the lighting setup, ya' know?" What an interesting form of pillow talk these two were having, but it was leading Ozzy down a very specific thought path. What brought this all about, he wondered. A cheeky grin passed his lips as he wanted to make an assumption about Nikki's thought pattern. "Planning the honeymoon suite, or our future home? What's next, type of first pet? I'm a cat person, in case you were wondering~"

[Apollymi]

A good plan?! Did he really think it was a good plan to lead her into a life where she was spoiled and sorted? Oh...with a bit of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth judging by his gesture. "Oh, bloody hell... well, I am not gonna argue about the plan. I don't hate it," she murmured she ran her pinky across the corner of her mouth. She wouldn't be so easily falling into his notions. Besides, if she let him get it, she'd no doubt end up with their tongues tied together for the foreseeable future. "Still, I'm not falling for it, mate~" she mentioned, thinking about it naturally she could fall into his antics at any time, but they'd eventually have to do people stuff too right?

Oh, and soon after she began rambling on, about windows curtains the need for lighting. She'd gone on a whole interior design tangent which was strange considering they were definitely in the pillow talk range of conversation. Instead of a bored or disinterested look when she peeked over at the lad, she saw him sitting cross legged seemingly very interested in what she had to say. How strange. Well, he did watch all of her videos, she still didn't expect him to be that interested in the random workings of her mind. And what was this? Unlike the video format of her day to day life, he had immediate feedback for her. Contributions made to her overall designing aspects. For his streaming set up, no windows so they didn't interfere with his unnatural lighting set up? That made sense, she framed her own videos around whatever lighting she preferred at the time. As such there was a lot less for her to do in those sorts of situations. He thought the glass mirroring would take a load of getting used to, it really didn't by her own approximation. "Hm, not really. I use it in my studio because I like natural light while I'm sewing and drawing. It's also bloody brilliant if you prefer the 'modern' large window look in your space but you don't want the closed in, cozy feeling of curtains that cut you off from the rest of the world," she explained still rambling just a bit. "But I could see how it might take time... would be pretty good for a personal gym type of space as well I'd gather," she said as her eyes shifted from his face down to his body. Hm, five bedrooms were starting to seem like a bit of necessity, maybe six if they wanted to entertain either of their siblings at random. Oh, there was his sister. She was younger than him... did she need a room? Was she proper underage? She wouldn't want to make that girl feel unwelcome either. Nor would she want to traumatize her, maybe they should look into sound proofing for their bedroom... that had to be workable right?

Ah, but that was all an extra aside. He was talking again. And it seemed as if he'd caught up a bit. He asked if she was designing their honeymoon suite or their home shared. He asked what was next, if they were picking pets and shared that he liked cats. That was good, Nikki also enjoyed cats. "I found myself on a downward spiral after realizing I didn't normally make that much noise. So, I got to the point where I decided that we'd need to share a space, but that my flat was out of the questions because my neighbors are nice folks. But we also need a space that suits both our needs. It was a bunch of stuff, like figuring out how far you are along in Uni and deciding how many bedrooms would be needed minimum. Figuring out how to make the best of all our spaces would be key..." she said softly. "Also I like cats too. I am such a cat person... dog people are a mad lot..."