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[lustful_echo]

What: A little date
Who: Lust and Aizen
When: Saturday night
Where: Some cute little restaurant or other
Rating: PG-R, who can say?
Open/Closed To: Aizen and Lust

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[lustful_echo]

Though the sound was soft, Lust started slightly at Aizen's knocking. Not bothering to check the peephole, she opened the door with a click, suddenly face-to-face with her date. All her uncertainty and inherent agitation culmulated to a palpitating point, and vanished at the sight of Aizen's eyes. Once again she felt the familiar thrill of recognized power like fur along her skin. With a smile, she gestured him in. "Come in, please. I just need to get my purse." More slowly this time, she looked over his clothes, lingering over his hair and hands, before ending her gaze at his face. "You look well." She filled her simple words with admiration and approval. The temptation to touch him was palatable on her tongue, but she resisted the urge magnificently. A part of her wished for the feel of his hot hands on the small of her back, though the gesture would have been utterly inappropriate. For the moment, coaxing Aizen to help her find work took a distinct back seat to enjoying his presence.

The suite was decorated with tasteful decadence, though Lust's meager possessions hardly filled a single drawer of the inlayed dresser. A small hand purse decorated with seedpearls laying on a sidetable was the only concession to the suite's guest readily visible. Outside, lightning crashed with unbridled enthusiasm, and the hotel's lights flickered for a smattering of seconds, nearly in time to Lust's skittering heart.

[xuejungou]

Stepping inside, giving her an appreciative once-over, Aizen nodded as a smirk settled on his face. He didn't want to come off as too egotistical, but her compliment had him feeling quite a bit pleased with himself. "You're looking spectacular, Ms. Smith. I have a feeling I'll be glaring at a lot of jealous people tonight, or at least those who choose to ogle you openly." His tone was soft but firm, and it was obvious that he was not joking. She was resplendent, and even if he had been wearing a suit of pure gold he could never hope to compare to her glow.

He flexed his fingers as his appetite was whet with the sight of her flawless bare back, the desire to know if it felt as silken as it appeared causing him a moments pause. He covered the silence by pretending he was checking over the room casually. "I trust the lodgings are to your liking?" He noticed the lights flickered and laughed. "I think the weather is helping with the ambiance, don't you?"

[lustful_echo]

Lust floated to the dresser on elegant feet, her disposition warmed by the eyes she felt devouring her back. It was a goodness to be watched and admired, and AIzen did it beautifully and, by all lights, sincerely. Half turning to speak over her shoulder as she slipped the slim chain strap over her wrist, Lust's tone was a purr of teasing flirtation: "I trust your prowess can keep any interlopers at bay." Her fingers flipped off the lamp, leaving the city lights to silhouette her body from behind. "If you can't, I should be most disappointed."

Relaxing slightly, Lust gave Aizen an accenting bob of her head, gesturing with an imaginary tennis racket to include the whole of the hotel. "Oh, definitely to my liking. The lodgings and....other things." The echo of thunder rolled to follow the lightning, making a wild smile grace Lust's tender lips. Inclining her head to the storm raging outside, Lust mused that the electricity outside her room was only matched by the metaphorical sparks that lay within it. "Indeed. I have always loved a good storm. There is something about thunder which makes me feel more alive."

[xuejungou]

The fact that she not only bantered playfully but also with a well-honed wit had Aizen as close to impressed as a man of his stature could be, and he knew it could only get better from here. "Oh, my prowess can not only keep interlopers at bay, but also make certain you're not disappointed." There was a definite entendre in there, but he was through denying what was so obvious between them. "Besides, I would never want to see that face upset."

He moved closer, gazing down at her with electricity in his eyes. Taking her hand gently in his own, he lightly kissed the knuckles, gesturing out at the city view with his free arm. "I can only hope that the entire city is blessed with your liking, as I would be most upset if you chose to leave without allowing me to show you more of it."

[lustful_echo]

When Aizen stepped closer, Lust's breath could not help but catch in her throat. His sharp flattery lifted her spirits and gave her the internal image of each of them acting the whetting stone for the other. The thought made her smile. Dreamily, with all the potential of a stormcloud, Lust happened to catch a whiff of Aizen's scent; it was deep and husky, with an undercurrent of something sharp and metallic. Nothing like that could ever come out of a bottle.

And then, he took her hand. And then, he kissed her.

In that single touch, Lust felt as if the final wire of a celestial circuit had finally snapped into place. His warm, dry lips were, for the briefest of instants, the center of her world. The little hairs on her wrist moved under his breath, and she felt every one. Whatever doubts she had on the nature, or possible nature, of her and Aizen's relations were thoroughly dispelled as their eyes met, a perfect mirror of the storm raging outside.

Without breaking her gaze, Lust lifted a hand and trailed it gently down Aizen's jawline. Though her voice purred with the verbal equivalent of a wink, Lust's sincerity bled through the edges of her speech, quite unwittingly. "I won't leave so long as you keep giving me reason to stay."

[xuejungou]

Gazing down into her eyes, seeing the turbulent emotions visible within, Aizen wondered how it was they ever survived without knowing each other until now. Everything about her intrigued him, from her looks to her mind - mostly her mind, and it was with a truly self-assured smirk that he continued to gaze down at her watching those delicious reactions playing across her face. She was as close to perfection as he could hope to find, if not actual perfection.

The simple kiss to the hand was only the beginning. She deserved so much more.

Allowing his lips to curve into a slight smile, Aizen continued to look down into those gorgeous eyes of hers. "I'd give you the moon, the stars, and all the beauty I know of in this world, if it would make tonight a perfect night for you." He was not typically one for sweet-talk or flattery, and so he hoped his words didn't sound trite or pompous. He was afraid of making a single misstep with her, knowing her mind was sharp enough to rival his own.

Momentarily breaking their look for a moment he brought his free hand up to lightly caress her cheek, allowing himself to revel in the feel of her skin. "I swear, you affect me more than any woman I've ever met, and yet...I find myself wanting to trust you and let you in. Would that be the folly of this man?"

[lustful_echo]

Though grandiloquent, Aizen's effusive praise seemed sincere and it made Lust raise a single impeccable brow. Whether or not he realized it, a flurry of emotion stirred in Aizen's glass green eyes, something which Lust found immensely relieving. At least she was not the only one feeling this way. "I like the moon and stars very well where they are, and the only beauty I need I am currently gazing upon." For all her knowledge of carnal pleasure and enthusiasm therein, Lust's experience with feelings of this nature was woefully small. She could only hope that being herself was enough.

The smooth skin of his hands spoke of someone who had only ever held power there, and Lust relished the feeling thoroughly. She nuzzled into the touch, bringing her lips to brush the skin of his palm with a slow, chaste kiss of her own. Still half turned at his question, Lust gazed at Aizen through the black lace of her lashes and smiled wickedly. "Almost certainly. Though in truth, I could ask the same of you; I don't know what you are doing to me, but.."

Lust's words were suddenly interrupted by a loud knocking at the door, and a vaguely Asian sounding womanly voice saying "Howsekeeping. Howsekeeping." Quite loudly. The sound made Lust start, replacing the tender palate of vulnerability and power playing across her features with something very akin to a sharp annoyance.

[xuejungou]

Had Aizen known they were to be interrupted he would have said more, all those things that he desired to which were slowly turning inside his rather conflicted head. The fact that she so obviously stated that she too felt similar stirrings was enough to convince him that this was indeed that once..in a lifetime, in an era, in his soul - experience that he was once promised. Now, to find the white horse and whisk her away to paradise, but first to make sure she wasn't adverse to such a notion. Foolishness was warring with logic, and if not for that knocking on the door foolishness might have won.

Glancing at the door with an expression that could have cut glass with it's laser-like narrowness, Aizen slowly let go of Lust, stepping back as he ran a hand through his hair. It was obvious that he was somewhat shaken, but he quickly recovered. "Hrm, perhaps we should continue this discussion in the car, I have selected an Italian restaurant if that meets your approval. If not, there are dozens of places I can think of which should suffice although they would simply be adequate compared to your beauty."

He smirked, feeling as though he was slowly getting back on track. Pulling out his car keys he decided to step outside and give her a moments peace. "I'll go explain to the rather...determined housekeeper that you'll need five more minutes. I'll meet you in the lobby, if that meets your approval."

[lustful_echo]

The sudden breath of cool air now separating the pair made Lust shiver slightly. How odd to feel as if a part of herself had just gone missing, though Aizen had only held her close for a few moments. Her hands drifted down to lay by her side, a pale pair of palms aching for the warm, welcoming gloves they had lost. A single stray lock lifted itself loose and trailed down her neck before Lust curled it around her earlobe. Somehow, she managed to make the movement seductive and very nearly woeful. Straightening slightly, Lust resisted wrapping her arms around herself and gave her companion a single bob of her head.

"Italian sounds lovely, though if you are to compare me to a restaurant.... don't you think you should be more concerned with taste, over visual appeal?" Scarlet petals parted in a vulpine smile to show she did, indeed, intend the connotations of the statement. Lust chuckled lightly and waved him away. "That sounds perfect. I'll be right down."

When the door clicked behind Aizen, Lust closed her eyes and placed a hand on the nearest chair to steady herself. Nowhere else had she felt such things, and at no time had her heart ever thrummed in her chest like some wild animal tearing at its bony cage. This feeling was for other people, always. All the cliches in her mind came crashing down her ears and left her mouth in a sibilant sigh. What did it matter - 'why not' had always been a perfectly valid reason for all of Lust's actions, both pleasant and murderous, and it served her as well as ever, now. Perhaps three minutes later, Lust felt enough in control of herself to leave her suite and head down the stairs. The carpet nearly swallowed the black heel of her stilettos as she walked, and Lust paid it little mind as she scanned the gathering crowd for Aizen's familiar features.

[xuejungou]

After he left her room Aizen went downstairs and began to pace. It was times like this that he wished he smoked, or had some other vice that he could turn to for relaxation. Instead, he simply had his mind, and the complexities held within. He was exploring this situation from every possible angle, trying to logically understand why it was so tantalizing yet so unfathomable. He knew it wasn't logical, and he had never reacted illogically since he was old enough to know better. She moved him, and it was cathartic. He could tell she was just as taken and even confused as he was, which made it somewhat easier to navigate.

As he waited he watched where he knew she would be coming from, somewhat amazed that he was actually going on a legitimate date. This was not a business arrangement, although he had the feeling it could become one if they both felt it getting to...personal. He was not exactly comfortable with how deeply she had him reacting, but he had a feeling that when the time came she would wear down his defenses.

Yet would the coiled power he could feel from within him leave him with a knife in his back, or could he trust the pureness in her eyes? He wanted to, he even let down more of his walls that he had realized and felt the few moments between his exit and her arrival were integral to him recovering his equilibrium. By the time he saw her arrive in the lobby he was most certainly more composed, possibly even a little colder than before. When they were alone - in the car, her hotel room, anywhere really - he would be more like the Aizen she knew, but in public he had a reputation to uphold. He was certain she would understand considering it seemed she had her own masks. She was most certainly an alluring creature, he mused as he waved to her. She was everything he imagined a woman perfect for him would be and more, but how to let her in without scaring her off? He'd work something out.

[lustful_echo]

Lust's regard eventually rested upon Aizen, and she gave him a small nod to show she saw, and that she was coming. When the carpet abruptly stopped in favor of black marble veined with green, her high heels rang sharply across the lobby. Lust was a siren floating dreamlike over a dark, glossy sea. It would not have looked out of place to envision her wafting towards some happily doomed vessel, full of fatally hopeful men.

Wave by wave, the rather pretentious crowd of the hotel began to react appropriately. Conversations trailed off and died in nervous throats, replaced with sweaty palms and silently admiring glances. Truly, Lust reveled in the attention, knowing full well that the more people envied her date, the better off they both appeared. When it was clear who was to be her chosen escort for the evening, conversations haltingly restarted, though now it was as like to be about the high profile politician and his enchantress than not. Lust's silken stride finally brought her to Aizen's side, and she gave him a bland smile that belied the stir she had caused only moments before. She trusted him to catch the irony.

"Shall we?"

[xuejungou]

The irony was not lost on Aizen as he noticed the way men and women alike were gaping at the goddess before them. He would have laughed except for the fact that he was just as entranced - he just could hide it better. He had a feeling that if he wasn't careful she would be leaving him for someone who was far more easily lead, who was less fixated...or he could snap out of his sudden melancholy and actually take advantage of the time he had with the Earthbound angel before him.

Nodding his head at her, he extended his arm for her to take before he lead her to the car. He was now far too aware of the eyes upon them, the recognition on the faces of those who knew who he was, even the flashes of cameras for those quick enough to use them. He had the distinct feeling that some of those pictures would surface again, and he was not upset by that prospect. What red-blooded man would be, getting photographed with a gorgeous woman? Smiling down at her, he felt himself falling under the spell she was weaving yet again, effortlessly, with that almost languorous grace she was so adept at wielding.

"Your chariot awaits, madame."

[lustful_echo]

Lust looped her hand through Aizen's offered arm, and followed with a coquettish smile as he opened the door for them both. The backwash of air felt like the hand of fate giving her a gentle push outside, towards her suitor. Black, sleek, and refined was all she cared to remember of Aizen's car, as mechanics were of far less interest to Lust than the intricacies of a more biological sort. Even the car ride itself passed by in a blur of witty repartee that, in and of itself, meant little. About midway through the trip, the pregnant clouds caught up to the black lightning winding through the city streets, drenching the road and turning it into a shining ribbon appropriate to the occasion. Despite the storm, Lust kept a vigilant eye to their surroundings, and when the rows of young trees by the road gave way to stately elms and elderly oaks, she knew their destination was approaching.

The dusty red of a tiled roof had been turned into a wet crimson by the rain, but Lust was unsurprised to see a restaurant that would not have been out of place along the sloping streams of Venice. When the car came to a slow halt, Lust only had time to glance at her companion before a valet opened her door and invited her out with a grand bow. The entrance was covered, of course, to Lust's mild disappointment. Thunder rumbled with a sound like falling stars, and Lust very nearly reached out to feel the rain on her palm. She resisted the impulse, and turned to face Aizen and the imminently forgettable valet.

[xuejungou]

During the car ride Aizen made sure to keep conversation light and mostly unimportant, his mind on the series of circumstances that had brought him to this point. He had gone out one random night to a random bar and met the most perfect woman - randomly. It was as if someone had put a lot of effort into planning it all out, but considering how closed-mouthed Aizen had been about his tastes he knew that to be impossible. He had resigned himself to the fact that he wanted her, badly, and the only thing holding him back was knowing what he did about himself. He was more than aware that keeping secrets such as his true goals would probably be the type of thing to ruin a relationship, and honestly he'd rather keep this thing going.

When they arrived at the restaurant Aizen noticed her reaction and smirked as he saw that imperceptible movement of her hand wanting to catch the rain. He moved to stand next to her, lightly allowing his arm to settle around her waist as he whispered in her ear. "Later, we can dance in the rain if that's your wish." He waited for her reaction, leading her inside where he knew only the finest awaited them. If she was not pleased by this meal he'd cut his own heart out, that was how important this was to him.

[lustful_echo]

Pleasure flickered in Lust's crystal eyes when she heard Aizen's whispered suggestion. The prospect was as tempting as forbidden fruit, succulent and ready for the picking. With infinite grace, Lust allowed herself to be led to the front door of the restaurant. A wry smile parted her lips as she realized this was possibly the first time she'd let a man lead her anywhere. The air was thick with the rich smells of cream and spiced tomatoes, mingled with the lush scent of flowers blooming somewhere nearby in the wet and windy night.

She stopped when he did, and let her gaze travel slowly, appraisingly, over his welcoming body, starting at his shiny shoes and ending at his artfully tousled hair. The music of her heartbeat pulsed in her ears and she slyly winked. "Well, now. That would depend on how well you dance." Lust had long ago discovered, much to her surprise, a particular talent for dancing that seemed, to all appearances, to be a honed one. Which is to say, a trained one. It was a rare indulgence to let herself move with the wild abandon necessary to dance to her fullest potential, but when Lust let the boiling cauldron of emotion within her guide her movement, the results were memorable. Of course, the last time she'd done so hadn't ended pleasantly for her solitary audience, her graceful limbs transforming at the dance's climax to the deadly arms of a Kali.

[xuejungou]

Allowing himself a slight laugh at her words Aizen smiled over at his lovely date. He could tell simply from looking at how she carried herself that her grace was immeasurable. He knew that her dance would be spellbinding, that he would become entranced and possibly have to admit to himself and to her that this was no mere passing fancy. Amusingly enough, he was perfectly fine with that. As they waited for the maitre'd to approach and seat them Aizen considered his own dancing skill.

He was known for his ability to withstand even the most heinous of dates at various events and fund raisers and make them appear to be competent dancers. He wondered what people would think if he showed up to the next major event with a woman whose ability matched her beauty, and the idea filled him with glee. "I've been told I have some skills as far as my dancing goes, but you'll have to be the judge." He would have said more but the host arrived and greeted them warmly, escorting them to a more private area. Aizen stopped them from pulling out her seat, preferring to do that himself.