Now it's his turn; he reaches over and runs his hand over her hair, over the twists and knots and hairpins that hold her plaits in place.
He's glad to see her eyes again. They've always intrigued him: dark and flashing, like all the best that midnight has to offer wrapped up into two shiny orbs. They remind him of heat and passion, and losing one's self in the moment.
Of course, Bill, that could just be projection.
He laughs at his conscience. "Did I tell you yet tonight how stunning you are?"
"In my defence, my dear, your face was covered with sunglasses. But to be quite honest I doubt there's a man here who could fail to notice you the moment you walk into the room."
Wait, this is Milliways.
"Well, maybe there are some men who don't have an eye for a pretty lady. But for those of us who do... how could we not be enchanted? You're a very beautiful woman and I consider myself rather lucky and am extremely delighted to have you sitting here with me. That said..."
He presses his hand to her face; his thumb runs over her cheekbone. Up and down; up and down.
"Is there anyplace else you'd rather be? I still want to hear about your exploits out there since we last spent time together, if you're willing to share and if not, well... you can tell me to mind my own damn business and I'll still swear to anyone who might listen that you have the most fascinating eyes I've ever chanced upon."
Perhaps he should conjure her flowers. Then again...
Shadow grins and turns a little more to kiss his hand.
"I'm afraid it's not much more interesting than what I said before. A few characters and a nice, easy place to have a smoke and get to know someone."
She crosses her legs and takes a look around the bar. "Ah, there're not many here that're inclined to this type of lady, and I find that my tastes have refined themselves throughout the years."
"Their loss and... if I might be so bold, my gain." The lingering sensation of her kiss on his hand gives him pause for consideration, if only for a short time before the sensation fades.
And then I am lucky, and I am luckier than most, and they're fools for not knowing what they're missing.
Shakespeare comes to mind:
Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!
"Shady, my dear, they don't know what they're missing. You know you've spoilt me, don't you? Because I find you to be a rather amazing woman in every sense of the word."
"You..." He kisses her softly on the lips, "flatter me."
But he'll take it, gladly.
"I know of a place not far from here where the atmosphere is quieter and the company every bit as pleasant, but more private. I wonder if I could interest you in a stroll up the stairs to that place. What do you say?"
"Then... ladies first." He leans down and whispers into her ear as she slides off the bar stool. "I take great pride in knowing the location of this very special room; its number is 42 and it's up the stair and to the left. I hear they've got rather a nice bath there, among other things. Not as luxurious as the lake on a day when the water is magically warmed, but it has its moments."
She's filling out a pair of low-cut leather trousers quite nicely this evening and has even got a nice little tunic to match.
And, of course, her very own pair of shades.
"What's a man like you doing alone in a place like this, hmmm?" she says, slipping onto a stool next to him.
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A little smile, almost sad, but it broadens quickly into her trademark smirk.
"I'm quite fond of overlapping needs. Often the best ones require more than one person to satisfy."
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I volunteer.
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"Always," she murmurs.
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Now it's his turn; he reaches over and runs his hand over her hair, over the twists and knots and hairpins that hold her plaits in place.
He's glad to see her eyes again. They've always intrigued him: dark and flashing, like all the best that midnight has to offer wrapped up into two shiny orbs. They remind him of heat and passion, and losing one's self in the moment.
Of course, Bill, that could just be projection.
He laughs at his conscience. "Did I tell you yet tonight how stunning you are?"
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She turns her head slightly into the caress, the way cats will do when stroked.
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Wait, this is Milliways.
"Well, maybe there are some men who don't have an eye for a pretty lady. But for those of us who do... how could we not be enchanted? You're a very beautiful woman and I consider myself rather lucky and am extremely delighted to have you sitting here with me. That said..."
He presses his hand to her face; his thumb runs over her cheekbone. Up and down; up and down.
"Is there anyplace else you'd rather be? I still want to hear about your exploits out there since we last spent time together, if you're willing to share and if not, well... you can tell me to mind my own damn business and I'll still swear to anyone who might listen that you have the most fascinating eyes I've ever chanced upon."
Perhaps he should conjure her flowers. Then again...
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"I'm afraid it's not much more interesting than what I said before. A few characters and a nice, easy place to have a smoke and get to know someone."
She crosses her legs and takes a look around the bar. "Ah, there're not many here that're inclined to this type of lady, and I find that my tastes have refined themselves throughout the years."
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And then I am lucky, and I am luckier than most, and they're fools for not knowing what they're missing.
Shakespeare comes to mind:
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
"Shady, my dear, they don't know what they're missing. You know you've spoilt me, don't you? Because I find you to be a rather amazing woman in every sense of the word."
He moves just a little bit closer.
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But he'll take it, gladly.
"I know of a place not far from here where the atmosphere is quieter and the company every bit as pleasant, but more private. I wonder if I could interest you in a stroll up the stairs to that place. What do you say?"
Yes.
He hopes.
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"Bet on it."
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I would show you Egypt.
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"Perhaps there will be time, tonight, to make a few more worth remembering," she purrs, fingers teasing his chest through the material of his shirt.
"Lead on."
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At least, I do.
He nods and takes her by the hand. "We can make it a point to create new moments."
And though he doesn't voice it, he certainly thinks it: you are a very special woman. One whom I will never take for granted.
Though he will hunger for her.
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Somewhere between the bar and the door she's tucked the shades into a pouch and now it's just Shady as she always is.
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