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Wot, betta' then cheap beer and Scotch? So sorry your Royal pain in my arse Highness. Next time I'll steal - buy - some cheap wyyyyyyyyynnne instead.

Nope. Definitely not better than the booze. [You know what's better than explaining? Seeing if she's drunk enough to just go for the kiss. It's not like they haven't flirted before anyway, right?]

Upper? [He offers. So classy. He thinks that he's offering his good drugs too if that's any indication. Except, instead of giving her drugs, he refills her glass. Because, didn't we say it? He's drunk. Pleasantly drunk.]

Wot, then? It bloody well can't be the company because I'm top tip. Tip top. [He chuckles and smiles lazily at her...lips. Whoops, eyes up.]

Making risky deals. [She takes a drink because of course she needs a little bit more courage. Not that she didn't catch him looking.

Because she did, and that makes it easier. Leaning into him a little does, too. After all, she's always liked body heat. And the smell of him.]

[He makes a face that says, 'Yeah, well'.] You got to risk it to get the biscuit. Socrates said that. [No he didn't.]

You did wot you 'ad to. [Kinda like him when he pushes Cole's hair back and his thumb trails behind her ear and then over her upper jawline. It's an intimate gesture that's coming from a confusingly neutral expression.]

Sounds like Greek to me. [She's teasing. Flirting. That's easy. Always has been with him.

Pushing this boundary should be, too. But the touch tugs at her, has her tilting her head and looking at him with big blue eyes that are not neutral. She has not made peace with her bargain. The bargain is not the only reason she wants him to keep touching her.] I did. I do. I will. [She wets her lips.]

[He smirks a little. Definitely likes it - the easy banter, the silly puns, pass "GO" and collect 95,000 quid, which he didn't since he clearly failed on his contract to Sydney in regards to collecting her. What? Decided he likes her better a free bird, that's all. ~~Not that he knew how great his pun really was.~~ He pulls her chair closer to him until it can't move anymore and does it without breaking their gaze. His expression is a little bit serious, a little bit mischievous. He knows he's supposed to say something here, except he can't bloody well remember what it is, not with her looking at him like that. And really, there's only thing on his mind anyway.]

You know wot we're gonna do now?

[A flush of heat in the wake of being moved says her body doesn't object to this particular way of sealing her half of a bargain. But it wouldn't, would it? Not when the overflowing buildup of magic under her skin pulses with an ambient fertility that is just looking for the chance to be expressed. The power doesn't care if it brings life into the world or is harvested for a spell. It just wants to be used.

So does she. Well, not exactly used, but she exactly doesn't expect him to make love either. Being this close leaves all kinds of ways to touch him back without obvious effort. The subtle brush of her knees against his. A hand that runs lightly over his thigh. Hinting at what she thinks they should do next.]

Can't wait to find out.

Your enthusiasm is noted.

[So was his. He catches her lower lip between his in a small nip and tug as his hands trailed the side of her thighs and curled around her arse. That he gave a squeeze and lifted to plop her down on his legs and slide her closer. Her chair wobbled and fell to the ground with a bang.]

[Her refusal to wear shorts that are longer than required by basic decency while the summer heat is still in the air means he manages to get a lot of skin against skin even before she curls herself around him. The bang makes her laugh and kiss him with a hint of teeth. Her hands are greedy as she no reason not to hold back with his open invitation.]

[The heat is felt through the fabric of her shorts and he makes good work of kindling it with his fingers by pressing gently and not-so-gently over and under the folds of the shorts as he kisses her hard.]

[She kisses back with nips and nibbles, enthusiastic and biting as is only fitting. One hand grips and massages the back of his neck, demanding that the closeness continues, encouraging the path of his fingers as the other continues to explore.]

[Varied addictions help drive the need for immediate gratification. They are like dominos, one falls and the rest tumble. His fingers still play and tease over and under the material of her shorts, but his other hand slips under her shirt, exploring the trail he was making only until he got to his destination. Her shirt went along for the ride, up and over her head and discarded on the floor.]

[Give her every excuse not to think and just to be in her body. Cold air against bare skin sends a shiver down her spine and her hands to the hooks in her bra. She'll have to find it later, but throwing it away vaguely means dealing with that later. Now she feels the tickle and tease of his fingers and the satisfaction that comes when he finds the mark. Another shiver and she's seeking the heat of his skin under his shirt.]

[He bends his head to kiss and trail his lips along the top of her breast, a distraction to the real effort of pinching open her bra. But he gets it and grips the front to quickly take it off, his other hand at the small of her back, pushing it forward so that she arches a bit and presses her naked chest against the shirt he was wearing. It was a temporary tease, a barrier to skin against skin, but he forgets he's not good at waiting. He pulls his own shirt over his head.]

[sorry, catching up. Was overseas for a bit.]

[He might not be good at waiting, but it feels like ages to feel the heat of his skin muted by thin fabric. It's so close to what she actually wants, the relief of skin on skin, and she makes a sound low and protesting but wordless. The spread of his hand at her back is promising. A hint like the kiss at her breast. Her mouth finds his bare skin the moment he offers her relief. Wreathing his neck with kisses as her hands wander his back.]

[OOC: I figure that might be the case! Hope the trip went well!]

[The kisses are nice, no objections here, but he exchanges the ones along his neck by taking her face in his hands and kissing her hungrily. Lit fuses have only so much time before they go bang, right? Speaking of, he's working on the button of her shorts with one hand. Bloody hell, it's like she's wearing chastity shorts. Just gotta....the hell...who made these? Almost. There!]

It was a good trip, thanks. Loads of stuff to play catch up with but no complaints.]

[Getting her shorts off certain brings up thoughts that are a little more coherent than kiss more, touch more, taste more. There is more skin that needs to be bare. More of him that needs to be available. Including his own pants. Bracing her feet against the floor lets her stand half over him without getting out of the reach of his body heat. She can keep kissing and start removing his pants, too.]