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Raina's still in the bar. And still in costume.

She's finally found a comfortable position that won't bother the wings while she reads. A.k.a. she's on the couch on her stomach, wings elegantly above her where they come out her back.

She wouldn't mind an interruption if someone wanted to provide it. Really.

~~P.S. if you get a good look at her book, ignore that she's reading about herbs.~~

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"Hello, my bitch. Trying to convince me you're a fallen angel?"

He tugs at a feather.

"Depends. Would it work?"

There's a sound at the tug of the feather. "It's attached, love. Utterly and completely." She moves, sitting up to make room for him on the couch. And, to make room for her, the wings fold ever so slightly.

"No." He tugs the feather again, a little harder, "Attached, is it? How...intriguing."

Then he settles down with his head in her lap, "Bar?"

She gives him a smirk, even as the harder tug pulls a low growl from her throat. "Isn't it."

Her head tilts to look down at him, giving a small curtain of black hair around his head. "Yes. Halloween. Apparently it's mandatory here." She trails a nail down his neck. "For some people anyway."

He snorts, and through his nose its pretty impressive, "I'd just leave again. No fun trying to play with those who won't play."

Tug. Tug. He pulls on different feathers with various amounts of strength to see if he can play her like some sort of sadistic piano.

There's a wicked smirk. "Well, you can always convince them that by playing, and being chosen by Bar to play, that you're better."

There's one feather that he's pulled on that makes her nails sink deep into skin. Not really intention, just more pain came from that tug. Though look, no growling. "Having fun, my dear?"

"Yes." He decides after a few more tugs, "Too bad you can't keep these for a while."

He pulls on the one that cause her nails to sink into him several more times.

She raises a brow, curiously. "Oh? You'd want to tug on them a while longer then the rest of the day?"

Her nails move towards his back and every time he pulls they sink in again. "I think you're enjoying this entirely too much."

"Tug them. PLuck them. Whatever." He reaches his other hand to pull her down for a kiss, "Is there such a thing as enjoying you too much?"

She doesn't resist his pulling, though there's something in her eyes as she holds off on the kiss a moment. A challenge maybe. "Try to pluck me and I get a fair shot at skinning you. But no. No such thing as enjoying someone too much." And with that said she kisses him, making sure to nip his lower lip.

"Raina, my dear, if you want to skin me you're welcome to anything less than about sixty two percent at a time. After sixty-two, even Amberite healing has a chance of not being enough."

He's perfectly serious.

Her beast shifts at that promise. Because to herit, that's exactly what that is. "We'll have to try that some time then." Her nails skid across his shoulder, just hard enough to create welts even through cloth.

"Though, please don't pluck me?" She gives a delicate pout. "They're far too pretty to remove the feathers." No, she's not growing attached to the feathers growing out of her back. Why do you ask?

It was. He doesn't tease her about things like that, "I think we can manage it." His thumb runs across her lip and he says, "Fine. But I want one or two as a keepsake."

If she were thinking about the whole picture, she might think how lucky she is to have Martin. As it is, with him where he is, there's just a very dangerous smile. A promise of things that will come. "Delightful. We'll need lots of plastic." She nips at his thumb. "I think I like that idea."

"We should just get a large roll of it and keep it in the closet." He says in return, smiling that smile of his and dragging his fingers along her cheek.

He doesn't even believe he's lucky enough to keep her. Just to amuse her for a while.

"I'll make sure to ask Bar for it later." Her head tilts into his fingers and her body relaxing a little, causing her to curl over him comfortably. "Though, whose closet?"

Continue offering her things like this and he'll have her for her lifetime.

"Does it matter?" He asks quietly, just looking up at her, "I just keep my room so that the Bar doesn't decide to start hiding yours too."

She smiles and it's different for her. It's one of contentment. That everything is good in the world, for her. "No, it doesn't." She gives him a wry look. "Though if my room starts hiding, we're finding someone that can fix it, by knife and claw." She likes her room too much.

"That's why I keep mine." He knows she likes it. He likes her room too.

Its weird to feel content. To feel relaxed. To feel...

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loved.

Well, it has it's own kitchen. Who can't like that! Especially with the way these two eat.

"Forever at the mercy of the ever hiding room." She sighs dramatically, though it's pure amusement shimmering in her eyes.

It's easier for her to...accept how it feels. She did, many moons ago, have loving parents. What's more weird for her is the mutual feeling she has.

This is getting introspective. Introspection leads to weird things. Uncomfortable, in bad ways, things.

He tangles his hand in her hair and drags her face down.

Letting her head be dragged down, she sinks her nails into his shoulder. She kisses him at the same time. She's always found getting lost in pleasurepaintouch is a good way of not thinking.

Her wings fold out to create a small amount of shielding from the rest of the bar. Their pretty and useful.

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