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There's an Endless in the bar.
It's shocking.
Desire. In the bar. Who would have guessed?
... Well. Perhaps anyone even vaguely familiar with this particular Endless, but that's neither here nor there.
Desire seems to be without intent this evening, just staying at the usual table, smoking the usual cigarette, and a simple glass of champagne in hand.
An undirected Desire is a bored Desire.
Bad news for anyone who wasn't looking to become Desire's evening entertainment...
[OOC: I've had to slowtime because I'm out of practice -- I'll get back to this!]
It's shocking.
Desire. In the bar. Who would have guessed?
... Well. Perhaps anyone even vaguely familiar with this particular Endless, but that's neither here nor there.
Desire seems to be without intent this evening, just staying at the usual table, smoking the usual cigarette, and a simple glass of champagne in hand.
An undirected Desire is a bored Desire.
Bad news for anyone who wasn't looking to become Desire's evening entertainment...
[OOC: I've had to slowtime because I'm out of practice -- I'll get back to this!]
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Desire is actually ambivalent about peaches, but everyone -- including the head bartender -- keeps giving him drinks with them in.
"They're sweet," he offers.
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Beat.
"...and like you're really lookin' for my approval anyhow."
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From his tone, it sounds like Desire's back to flirting.
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This could possibly be construed as Kaylee maybe starting to get herself in trouble. Also known as returning the gesture.
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Smirk.
"After all, I do know strawberries are your favorite."
Beat.
"Unfair advantage, do you think?"
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The rat has returned; Kaylee sets the fruit and the glass on the table. "We get to do a toast?"
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"...good sex?"
Because really, if you can't say it around Desire, who can you say it around?
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Instead, Desire just offers Kaylee that grin and tops off his own champagne before clinking his glass against hers.
"To good sex."
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"Often and always," Kaylee agrees, and sips -- and promptly swallows without much grace, and starts giggling. " -- duìbùqĭ, just -- don't have things with bubbles in 'em that often. Takes a little adjustment."
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And call Desire a wúwàng de làngmàn, but he's offering Kaylee one of the more beautiful strawberries off the plate, held the breadth of a small bite away from Kaylee's lips.
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-- if it's what she thinks it is, of course. But how couldn't it be? If it wasn't -- then Desire would tilt the plate toward her, or -- it wouldn't be right in front of her mouth. Waiting.
Mĕilì, Desire says, and Kaylee's had such a very rotten month or two and an even worse last couple of days, and she licks her lips, bites her lower lip, gives Desire an uncertain look --
But she does want it.
She leans forward, just enough. Sinks her teeth in slowly.
And she can't meet his eyes when she does it, but that works out. Hers are closed.
Champagne and strawberries. Yìqĭ shēn hūxī.
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... Then again, this is Desire.
Nature of the equation. They help and -- they hurt. At once.
Desire doesn't seem to notice that Kaylee's eyes are closed: He doesn't mention it, at any rate.
The berry is gone, and there's a fever-hot hand against hers on the champagne flute, urging her to pick it up.
"Try the champagne now," Desire suggests, gently.
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A slight intake of breath.
Kaylee's eyes open, and her hand makes no move. Soft, and wondering (and maybe just a little knowing), "You do like to deal in what's intense, don't you."
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"It enhances the flavor, you know."
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...To some degree, they still are.
"Tch." Desire sits back slightly, that dangerous smile flirting at the edges of his mouth. "If I were doing this intentionally... Well."
Desire might be on the edge of a demonstration.
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"...well what?"
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Desire just smirks in response, nimbly plucking the flute from her fingers and catching her hand between both of his. "Never mind, mĕilì. Just the mouthing off of someone old enough to know better."
That doesn't seem to be stopping Desire from settling in to give Kaylee a Perfectly Innocent hand massage, fingers seeking out lines of tension with almost a surgeon's precision.
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It shifts from surprise, to hesitancy, to something almost sheepish -- but it's never not a smile.
Very quiet (and not, if you might be listening for such things, entirely steady), she says, "That feels nice."
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Those fever-warm fingers keep at their work, circling, circling.
...It isn't subtle, say true, but neither is it strictly overt.
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Her eyes are on their hands, watching; in the same tone, she asks, "How come your hands are so warm?"
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Cold hands, warm heart.
"They just are -- Warm hands, and all that."
Warm hands, cold --
Desire is always undeniably warm.
"Is it a problem?"
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"And what were you expecting?"
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