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Okay, he's back. Jittery, (though he knows better than to show it,) and watching the bar from a place in the corner (where he can have his back to a wall) and fingers curled tight around his glass.

But he is here.

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His tongue darts out, to brush her bottom lip, in a quick swipe.

Teeth pull at her lower lip - tongue following slowly, purposefully - smile curving.

"Always good to be thorough."

With such a creature as her.

She leans forward for a rather thorough kiss before tracing a set of fingers down his jaw.

Attention before talking. She is, after all, still a greedy thing.

"What happened?"

Easily now - settling once more, fingers lazily curling at his neck.

Quiet and bemused.

But that's not the important part of the story, though she can pretend it is if she wants to. He feels like his throat is bared, and doesn't let it show.

She blinks and it's something like fear for the briefest of moments - fear and some creeping, unfamiliar sort of pleasure.

It's something like the word perfect. She likes it - but she only likes it when he says it.

Another moment of consideration - eyes dark, appraising - before she pauses, smiles. Tilts her head and bares her throat in turn, all pale skin and black velvet.

"Yours, Frost."

Pleasure, relief, and his head dips to press a kiss there, just above the necklace he gave her.

She hums in an entirely pleased manner and lets her fingers resume tracing idle patterns.

"Though I will have to meet your sister before killing her, dear."

Teasingly, sulkingly into her skin.

"Smiting is generally frowned upon here, sweet thing."

She pouts sympathetically, smooths his hair.

"And it is much more fun to play with your toys first."

He sounds utterly amused.

"Your Satan, yes?"

She grins, bites lightly at his jaw.

"Should all be in the same place, dear. I'll even find my miserable little sister, drag her by the ear - have a grand time of it."

Oh, family.

Not that he's seen.

"Probably hiding."

Probably not, but she'd like to think so.

A dismissive roll of dark eyes.

"My children are more terrifying."

He's bloody curious.

"They suit," she shrugs.

"I'll bring the little one - even put a bow on him for you."

She's an excellent mother ... really.

He snorts.

She grins widely.

"Bake you cookies and everything, dear."

He nips, gently.

"I wouldn't know how to make cookies if you asked me, dear."

She laughs, a low rumble of noise, and curls her fingers at the nape of his neck.

"Though the chocolate bit does sound promising."

He doesn't tear his attention away from her throat.

She tilts her head further, giving him better access.

"Sounds lovely."

A smirk.

"Not in front of the children, yes?"

She's his kink.

He doesn't say, it should be obvious.

She's catching on.

"Good to know, dear."

She runs fingers down his sides and leans down to pull him into a kiss.

It's rather clear that he's hers right back.

Fingers skate down her spine.