RP: With Villiers

[weeper_of_blood]

It's not too far to Le Chiffre's room, but it's enough to show that there's a lot of doors in this place, and a lot of people owning rooms. His own is labelled up as 405, and once the keys turned and the door's pushed, it all opens up to a one leveled apartment. Perhaps more like a hotel with everything needed

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[mrmoneypenny]

Villiers steps in as Le Chiffre talks, taking in the room. Very...minimalist.

"Very modern of you, I see," he says, a smirk twitching at his lips. Like his own home -- except his own home actually has colour. And pleasant, although carefully tucked away art. But mostly colour.

He sets his bag down and turns so he can watch Le Chiffre.

[weeper_of_blood]

Everyone always has something to say about the decor. Or lack thereof.

"Well, that's better than my last visitor, I suppose. I got told this looks like a bank lobby." Considering his old job though, that's not really much of an insult.

One of the large sofas is gestured to as he heads over to a small open plan kitchen, glancing into one of the cupboards, "Drink?"

[mrmoneypenny]

He heads over to the couch obediently, taking a seat at one end with a shrug. "It's similar to mine, really. Only, my rooms had some colour."

A smile, then a little verbal prod: "Really, though -- do you own anything not in grayscale?"

Villiers is probably the most colourful thing in the room right now, he notes -- even though he's only in a conservatively dark suit, at least it's blue.

"And a drink sounds fantastic," he adds, almost as an afterthought as he settles in.

[weeper_of_blood]

"I can't have colour. It affects my eyes," Le Chiffre responds with a dull tone, fishing out an expensive bottle of whiskey and two glasses before making his way over and slumping down next to Villiers heavily.

And that's a total lie, obviously. He's just constantly coming up with brand new excuses for every time someone questions his monochrome existence. The next one might be 'I was created sometime during the 1940's' for all those pups out there that aware of Milliways fiction.

An immensely generous portion is being poured and handed to Villiers.

[mrmoneypenny]

"Right," he says with an eye roll. Because with the few notable conditions Le Chiffre has, colour has no affect on him -- anything that significant would have been duly noted.

He takes the glass and sips at it before holding the whiskey out and taking a good look. "Trying to get me drunk, are you?" he says with an arched eyebrow, amused as per usual. He's...somewhat of a lightweight, at least when it comes to alcohol consumption. "And with the good stuff, even."

[weeper_of_blood]

Le Chiffre pours out his own equally large measure, depositing the bottle off on a side table as he spares a sly smile to Villers. It's to be noted that he still has quite the devilish smirk when he wants it.

"Oh, you'll only need a sip. I slipped something special in there for you."

Apparently, jokes about drugging people are entirely fine by him. But rest assured, Villiers was there to see that drink being poured. And if he still can't trust after that, there's always the option of not drinking it.

[mrmoneypenny]

Villiers almost -- almost! -- sputters at Le Chiffre's words, pausing for a brief moment before he swallows. A paranoid moment comes, then passes as he looks over at Le Chiffre. Of course he didn't, he poured the glass in front of him.

It would probably be amusing to watch the chain of reactions on Villiers' face, though. He doesn't mind.

A soft chuckle for the odd sense of humour, and he takes another sip for good measure before leaning in closer, resting a hand and his chin on Le Chiffre's shoulder. "You're just an utter bastard, aren't you?" he says darkly, with a glimmer of mischief, before nipping at the skin just below Le Chiffre's ear.

Then, just as quickly, he retreats; back to enjoying his glass as he was before Le Chiffre decided to speak up, although he's watching the banker a bit more carefully now.

[weeper_of_blood]

And watch those reactions he does, intently and with a completely unwavering smirk. It's almost as if he's expecting something to happen, but the look is only to help with that brief paranoia of Villiers.

It's only once Villers is leaning in that Le Chiffre finally falters, freezing for but a moment before he realises the intentions of such an action are anything but violent. In fact, it's rewarded with an appreciative smile, even after Villiers leans back.

"And you're just a tease. I'd be careful, the door's locked. There's no escape."

[mrmoneypenny]

Villiers simply does his best 'who, me?' expression at the accusation, fiddling with his glass.

"How did I ever get myself into such a terrible situation," he comments airily to no one in particular, emphasizing the words to mean just the opposite. He's smiling, just a little bit, inviting. Manfully restraining the urge to just get up and kiss him already, he simply stays still.

Your move.

[weeper_of_blood]

It's amazing how quickly a large glass of whiskey can be downed when a man has other things on his mind. Of course, he could have just put it aside for later, but a drink like that is too good for him not to finish, not to mention it gives him a few precious seconds extra to think things over.

Mainly his thinking consists of telling himself to stop thinking about it, which is a bit of a vicious circle really.

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

But screw it, he'll throw thought out the window for a second and concentrate on being the one to lean in this time, shifting around on the couch to face more towards Villiers and leaning a hand against his thigh to effectively pin him down. All this while his lips are ghosting across the aide's jawline. He's quite the multi-tasker.

[mrmoneypenny]

Of course Villiers doesn't know what he's getting himself into; it's part of the danger, the thrill, and he's still somewhat incredulous as to how he fell so hard so quickly for this man. Especially when their conflicting backgrounds were considered.

That's really of no importance at the moment, though -- he pushes his mostly-finished whiskey away as Le Chiffre leans in, and he lets out a satisfied breath. That's nice. Villiers tilts his chin up, exposing his neck not constricted by his collar, and presses his own lips to the banker's forehead. A hand goes to a shoulder, the other to the waist, and he closes his eyes to savour the moment, just for a little while.

Although pinned, he can still shift -- so he turns slightly, so that he's in line with the couch and tugs at Le Chiffre to pull him over his own body. And takes the moment to nudge his free leg between Le Chiffre's own, pressing up with a smirk of his own.

He's a quiet one, this Villiers. At least, for the moment. And a happy one.

[weeper_of_blood]

His hand lets up on it's hold to give Villiers a better ability to move, and he has absolutely no arguments with the current shift taking place, especially with that leg. In fact, he's responding well to it, pushing down against the other with a low, quiet growl at the back of his throat, and positioning his hands either side.

And his lips are finally brushing across Villiers' in a brief, chaste sort of kiss at first, teasing and slow before he finally goes in for one proving to be much more firm and far more harsh.

He's perhaps a little more vocal in his ways, only with an approving noise here and there, or the occasional impatient growl.

[mrmoneypenny]

Amazing how fast these things can progress. From pointing guns to snogging on a couch in such a brief time span; fully clothed, even, in their hurry. Not that Villiers particularly wants to bother with clothes at the moment, he’s too distracted by Le Chiffre.

Villiers slides further down on the couch easily, holding the other man fast against him. He moans, softly, quietly, at the rougher kiss and bites back softly with general encouragement. Hands briefly graze the back of Le Chiffre’s neck, before moving to run down his back -- the expensive suit glides along his fingers, reminding him that oh, yes, suits are most definitely a turn-on.

[weeper_of_blood]

With his back arching up against the touch, which is gladly felt even through the layers of suit, it's hopefully a clear enough sign of his approval at Villers' movements. And if not, then the light groan he gives should about cover it.

The kiss is deepened for a very brief moment, but it hardly lasts as he draws back, a wicked little smirk gracing his features as a hand shifts to fiddle idly at the knot of Villers' tie.

"Won't you get in trouble for this, my dear?"

[mrmoneypenny]

Villiers' hands stop at the edge of Le Chiffre's trousers as he draws back, and his own attention is drawn somewhat to his tie. He's lightly flushed, and blames the alcohol entirely; licks his lips and blinks a few times.

"I will," he half whispers, untucking Le Chiffre's shirt in the process, "but why should that stop me?"

[weeper_of_blood]

"Oh, it shouldn't, and I'd be quite upset if it did, but it's best I remind you now, rather than later," he responds, low and amused as his fingers un-loop the tie with a skillful ease.

"I'd hate to think of you upsetting someone like Bond." Sarcasm, but very distracted. He's not occupied with toying at the top few buttons of Villiers shirt.