in your dreams [Locked to Amber]

[thewalkin_dude]

It starts with dreams.

Dreams that seem so real in the midst of them at the same time that the awareness that it's just a dream exists. It's the images that linger in the morning and right before bed. His eyes. His smile. But it's the feelings that remain throughout the day, making it hard to concentrate

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[ohsogrounded]

Amber drifts off in her bed at the Gauche, and then she's there.

It's just a dream, and because it's a dream, it's not weird at all that Mr. Flagg is there as well. The fact that she's suddenly sipping wine isn't weird, either, for all that she's so, so underage.

It's just a dream, and she's smiling, looking at him adoringly. Were they talking? She can't remember.

[thewalkin_dude]

"How do you like the wine tonight, my dear Amber?" As though she has had enough wine to know the difference between a good glass and a bad one, as though they have done this time and time, again.

Flagg takes a sip from his own glass and smiles at her, loving the look in her eyes as she watches him.

Baby, can you dig your man?

Yes, she can.

The smile on her face is gorgeous. She really is such a pretty virgin. It's hard to resist the temptation to not simply take her now, plow into her and claim her, but he reminds himself how fun it is to play first. No sense breaking toys too soon, have to play with them first, or it's not worth the trouble.

[ohsogrounded]

"The wine... It's great." She grins at him, flattered beyond words that he's there with her, talking to her, paying attention to her...

She feels so stupid, being here, trying to be sophisticated, but... It's right. She can feel it, deep in her bones.

"So. I... I guess you don't treat all your volunteers like this. You'd be so busy having dinner that you wouldn't have time for anything else." She blushes a little -- god, that was stupid! She's never that stupid around people. But he's just so good, and he's going to make such a difference in Chicago... Maybe that excuses her being a little stupid...

[thewalkin_dude]

"No, I don't treat all of my volunteers like this," Flagg says, sounding amused, and then he reaches over and refills her glass himself. "You're special, Amber. I appreciate all you've done, and I want to make sure you stick around. You could do so much in this world. Politics is one way to go, and I can help. I would be happy to help."

He stands up from the table and straightens his suit, sending her a charming smile. Her body will be perfect. It will work this time. He'll make sure of that.

There's music and a dance floor that seems as though it has always been there, even though it's only just appeared.

Flagg smiles and holds his hand out to her.

"Would you like to dance?"

[ohsogrounded]

Amber blushes. "Really, I kinda always wanted to be a botanist. It's just that you... you stand for something. I just wanted to help." She takes another sip of wine, as if she could hide the blushes behind the wineglass.

And when he stands up and offers her his hand, she takes it without a second thought, letting him pull her close. "I'd love to. I mean, I can't promise I'll be any good at it..."

He's so smart, and nice and wonderful. He'll be the best Mayor Chicago ever had, she's sure of it.

[thewalkin_dude]

"Plenty of botanists have changed the world."

Flagg smiles at the blush across her face. He always enjoyed the way red hues look on skin.

"You're with me," he assures as if to say that there's no being any less than perfect in his arms.

Flagg subtly pulls her closer to him as they dance across the floor to Fred Astaire singing "Cheek to Cheek". It's not too slow. It's not too fast. It could be perfectly friendly.

Who wouldn't want to be held close to his chest? Isn't everything so right here?