milliways_bar | (no subject)

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aubrey,
mal

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Aubrey's in the bar, at a booth. There's a pot of coffee sitting on the table, and a cup that's empty.

Guesses on who he's waiting for.

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He gives her a grin and pats the seat next to him.

"Naturally, my dear. I don't usually drink coffee."

She slides into it, resting her head on his shoulder. She's cold, and smells faintly of outside.

"What've you been up to?"

His arm moves to wrap around her waist, bringing warmth in its wake. He buries his nose into her hair, placing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Just relaxing. Watching to make sure the witches stay out of New Mayhem. What have you been up to, lovely?"

"Mmmph."

She giggles, tilting her head back.

"'bout the same. Been in and out of Italy, as well as here."

Well, tilting her head back means he can give her a proper kiss.

"Which Italy? And are you enjoying yourself?"

She nips his lower lip, then grins at him.

"Not yours. And of course I am, love - what would be the fun otherwise?"

He gives a low chuckle and nuzzles her cheek.

"Well, you'll have to visit mine, or it shall get terribly jealous. But then that's Europeans for you. And it wouldn't be fun otherwise."

Mal raises an eyebrow.

"Mm, perhaps I shall."

He places a small kiss to her throat.

"Just name a time and we'll be off. Completely up to you."

"You spoil me, and yes, that's a bad thing."

Though she doesn't look too worried about it.

He gives her a look.

"Why is that a bad thing?"

"I'll get terribly selfish."

:D

She's squeezed against him as he gives her a one armed hug, chuckling while he does so.

"Would you now? Are you so sure?" He gives a devious grin. "Maybe we should test this theory!"

"And how would we test it?"

She gives him an arch look, but can't stop the helpless grin.

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