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As much as Robin had enjoyed being in New York with Prometheus, he'd grown restless. And now that he was back in London, he realized how much this really did seem like his home now. He loved the city, he loved running the club. He even appreciated the friends that he had here, as much as he still attempted to keep them at arm's length.

Tonight, he made the rounds at Saturnalia dressed in an impeccable plum colored suit with a silver cashmere scarf hanging from his neck. He was already planning for a New Year's Eve party to celebrate the anniversary of that first "unofficial" opening of the club. Perhaps he could make it even better this time.

He was carrying a bottle of good champagne, still cold, and occasionally stopped those with empty glasses (of anything) and offered to refill them. Though now, he tipped his head back and poured some into his mouth before wiping it and looking pleased with himself.

Date: 2016-12-13 05:07 pm (UTC)
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"You look like the cat who got the... canary, is it? No, wait, the cream," Anael stated as he walked up to Robin, smiling warmly at his friend. "It is the cream, isn't it?"

Date: 2016-12-20 04:38 pm (UTC)
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"Why not," Anael answered with a smile, expecting Robin to either find him a glass or hand him the bottle.

Date: 2016-12-21 11:11 am (UTC)
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"Unless this place has changed owner," Anael confirmed. He never minded admitting that he wanted to see people, and he took a drink from the bottle before handing it over to the puck.

Date: 2016-12-21 04:24 pm (UTC)
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Even Anael knew better than to let on that he hadn't known Robin was gone. He didn't want to offend his friend. "Of course. Where were you gone?"

Date: 2016-12-21 04:33 pm (UTC)
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"What is it about London?" Anael asked curiously, for all that he felt the same way.

Date: 2016-12-21 04:52 pm (UTC)
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"And people?" Anael asked, just as gently curious.

Date: 2016-12-21 05:14 pm (UTC)
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"Hmm." The hum was lost to the loud music of the club, and Anael did not bother contradicting that statement. He knew better, of course, and Robin had to know that, no matter how good he was at lying to himself. But there was no point pointing it out. Anael would much rather not irritate the puck. Instead, he smiled at him. "I miss flying over to your place and finding you sunbathing on the rooftop."

Date: 2016-12-21 05:27 pm (UTC)
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Anael chuckled. "I'd much rather get you naked somewhere you wouldn't risk freezing to death." It seemed dreadfully cold outside, if he trusted the layers of clothing people were wearing in the streets.

Date: 2016-12-21 05:41 pm (UTC)
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"It's not without its side effects," Anael simply answered, smiling warmly.

Date: 2016-12-21 05:49 pm (UTC)
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Anael paused, then stepped closer to Robin, a hand cradling his jaw as he leaned in for a soft, but deep kiss, letting his Grace seep through enough that Robin could feel the warmth of it, on every level. "It's not just physical warmth," he murmured, still in Robin's space, leaning back just enough to look into his eyes.

Date: 2016-12-21 05:58 pm (UTC)
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That response was beautiful, and Anael kissed Robin again, more forcefully this time, his other hand at his hip. More of his Grace slipped into the physical place, warmth spreading to the people around them, but Anael stopped himself short of actually glowing with it, wary of drawing attention.

Date: 2016-12-21 06:06 pm (UTC)
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Anael was all too glad to be pinning Robin against that pillar, and amused that the puck only had one hand available. It was such a turnaround on what he had thought he might offer the puck tonight, if he was in the mood, but he hardly minded - far from it. He shifted his hips to fit them against Robin's, enjoying how much of a height they were and caring very little for any attention they might draw by all but fucking with clothes on against the pillar. The moment was too perfect, the emotions too warm, the lust too much of an extension of them, and his fingers caught in Robin's hair, forcing his head to tilt slightly so he could nip and kiss at the stretch of his neck, every gesture a display of love.

Date: 2016-12-21 06:22 pm (UTC)
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Anael's hips moved to the music and the rhythm of Robin's, sweet friction bringing both welcome sensations and muted frustration at the clothing in the way. The angel's teeth caught and tugged on Robin's earlobe, the hand not in his hair finding his nipple through his top to rake a blunt nail over it, worry it into a tight, hard little peak. "I'd rather love to fuck you tonight, Robin," Anael whispered into his ear, just loud enough to be heard over the music, love permeating every word, none more so than the puck's name. Anael said it like he was the only thing in the world to matter right then.

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