fourteen. (i'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints~)
Approaching Percival's apartment, Agrat felt a little thrill of excitement. She had expected to be meeting him at some coffee shop, where she could attempt to get to know him better in a public setting, when suddenly he flipped the script up and invited her to his place. And called her stranger. She was getting the impression he might be interested in more than just coffee, and that suited her tastes just fine.
She couldn't deny thinking he was good-looking, most definitely fuckable in that 'acts sweet but looks rough' sort of way that she loved so much, however she was of the impression he wasn't interested. If it turned out she was incorrect then this was one time Agrat would be thrilled to be proven wrong.
Buzzing to get into his building, she hummed softly to herself while she waited.
~*~
Something like three seconds went by without a voice picking up on the other end, but a buzzer did go off, an automatic mechanism unlocking the front door. Inside the apartment, a certain grail knight was leaning up against the wall next to the door, a glass of bourbon on rocks in hand.
Agrat seemed like the sort of confident woman who knew her body and herself, and he was more than interested in finding out just how confident.
~*~
Glancing over her recently manicured nails while she waited, the succubus wasn't exactly counting the seconds but was quick to react when she heard the door unlock. Making her way up to the apartment, she did her best to not assume why he asked her over.
Percival came off as the type of nice man who would stop to help old ladies cross the road, and the prospect of seeing how deep that kindness ran intrigued her.
~*~
Her footsteps were heard coming up the stairs, and so with one hand, Percival reached over to undo the locks and push the door open, allowing it to swing ajar. A woman could let herself into a man's apartment without aid. Women weren't helpless, after all.
Chivalry may not have been dead, but he knew woman didn't need to be coddled and treated like lesser beings.
~*~
The opened door was noticed as she approached, though since she was raised to be somewhat polite Agrat still knocked as she let herself inside, closing the door behind her. Looking around, she nodded a greeting to the man of the hour. "Nice place."
Taking in the casual way he was holding court as well as the drink in his hand a slow grin came to her face. "That doesn't look like coffee, should I be worried?"
~*~
Ice clinked in the glass as Percival slowly pushed off the wall, a low laugh slipping past his lips. "It isn't coffee, how did you notice? It still has the color." Her powers of perception were truly amazing.
"But you didn't think I invited you for coffee, did you? Grab a glass; I'll serve you something."
~*~
For the moment Agrat felt rather like the cat who got the cream, though she tried not to make it obvious. "I know my liquor, and that looks like something from the whiskey family." She felt no need to elaborate.
"I'll admit I didn't, though your comment about bringing flavoring had me a bit thrown."
~*~
Little did she know she had in fact got the cream, and that she'd likely be licking it from her paws a little later, but for the moment, this Percival was more interested in fetching her something to drink. He gave another little laugh. "Bourbon, actually. You have a good eye." That bottle in particular was picked up by the neck and displayed.
~*~
Somehow, the little outing to a coffee place had become drinks at Percival's, and Agrat definitely wasn't complaining. In fact, this was a far better way to spend an afternoon, in her opinion. "I was close," she demurred. "I'll take whatever you're having, darling." Right now, she was trusting his taste.
~*~
A glass was grabbed, filled with ice, and poured for the succubus. With a few steps, he was before her, holding out the drink with his free hand. His smile was kind, but told too many secrets. There was subtext in that smile.
"Cheers?"
~*~
Watching every little move the knight made, since you could learn a lot about a person that way, the succubus was pleased to note he had a graceful rhythm to his movements. Taking the glass, she offered him a beguiling smile.
"Cheers, to fruitful friendships."
~*~
Percival stayed close, not moving away despite having offered the drink, and he clinked their glasses together before taking a long sip. He watched her over the rim, eventually swallowed, and then lowered the drink down to the closest surface.
"Guess I should get to the heart of the matter, shouldn't I? You know why I invited you here. And if you don't..." His mouth twisted into another smile. "Then I must have been too subtle."
~*~
Agrat didn't mind the closeness, knowing there had to be a reason for it and aware that reason would most likely make itself apparent soon. Taking a sip from her glass, she kept her gaze on him as she put her drink down as well, licking her lips.
"Mmm, I do know why you invited me here, and I wouldn't have come if I wasn't interested," she murmured, running a finger down his chest. "I do like a man who knows what he wants."
~*~
His smile quirked into something more suggestive, and with chilled fingers, he purposely reached out to dust the backs of them across her cheek in a move that was almost tender.
"How can I deny what's standing right in front of me?" the knight murmured, moving that hand to cup the back of her head, her long hair sliding over his fingers.
~*~
She was liking where this was going, gasping at the slight coldness clinging to his fingers even as she leaned into his touch reflexively.
"I'm sure there are ways, but then I'd be an unhappy guest..." the succubus cooed, moving to press herself up against him. "And you wouldn't want to be a bad host, would you?"
~*~
"Not at all," Percival returned in a slow drawl, accent kicking in as his free hand slid up along the small of her back to hold her flush against his body. She did feel nice, that was for sure. And she was at a decent height where he wouldn't have to strain his neck to give her a kiss.
Which he leaned in to take from her lips.
~*~
"That's what I thought," Agrat commented as she slid her arms around his neck, looking up at him with a smile that was ripe with invitation. He was tall enough that she had to look up at him and was thankful for her heels, but not too much taller.
And he didn't play around, which she had to respect.
~*~
The light stubble dusting his jaw would've grazed Agrat's skin as he leaned in to press a kiss to the curve of her jaw at her ear. "And what kind of a host would I be..." Next kiss to her neck, followed by a set leading down to her shoulder. "If I let you leave unhappy?"
~*~
One of the things she loved about blue collar men with stubble such as Percival's is that they were rougher around the edges and it made her feel more womanly. "It seems you won't have to find out," she sighed softly in response. "I'm quite happy at the moment."
~*~
Percival succumbed to a low laugh. "Then how about..." He adjusted his hands in such a way that he could slip them beneath her thighs and pick her up with a strength he rarely got to exhibit. She was held up against his hips, and only when he was sure their balance was maintained did he speak.
"... I make you a little happier? Elsewhere." Her jaw was graced with another kiss.
[Filter: Percival]
Thank you again for the amazing time, I'd love to do it again sometime~
(ooc: the doppelgänger is Percival's, if the mini-log doesn't make that obvious)