Gathering Post

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The Queen's official birthday celebrations might wait for the better, brighter weather of June, instead of the actual date just passed, but there was no lack of things to do in London this week, even if it was cooler and damper than the week before. St. George's day festivities were scattered throughout the city, competing with celebrations of the four hundredth anniversary of Shakespeare's death. Getting around the city could be even more difficult than usual on Sunday, with multiple streets closed off for the London marathon.

There were exhibits - everything from graphic design to a survey of Sicilian history to the influence of underwear. And the same level of diversity could be found whether you were in the mood for music, theatre, good food, or late night fun. There was something for everyone, and no matter your plans - or lack of plans - you never quite knew what you were going to find, or who might find you.



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[codenamemilady]

Good answer. But Milady smirked as she murmured back, "Who says I'm good?"

[thenorthman]

"I wouldn't call you a thing either, so that works out," Eric insolently remarked, and gave her a smile before turning to the VIP bouncer. "I'm Eric Northman," he told him, once he had made eye contact (and glamoured him). "I'm on the list."

"Of course, Mr Northman," the bouncer replied, moving out of the way for them to get through.

[codenamemilady]

"It does," Milady agreed as they continued on toward their table. "Men who would call me a thing generally find the cost of their mistake too painful for their liking."

[thenorthman]

"Generally," Eric echoed, not quite a question, as he led her towards an alcove at the back of the room. The atmosphere here was more intimate, half-lit, the tables spaced out and the service as discreet as possible.

[codenamemilady]

"Generally. Always." Milady waved off the distinction as irrelevant. "I've been told my judgments can be absolute.

"But really, only when it's necessary."

[thenorthman]

"That sounds very relative," Eric remarked with a small smile, gesturing for her to take a seat on the sofa behind the table.

[codenamemilady]

"Hm." Her skirt rode up slightly as she took a seat, revealing more pale skin against the slit in the black fabric. "I believe so. But my definition of 'necessary' doesn't always align with others'. I don't believe in being taken for granted."

[thenorthman]

"Is that what I rescued you from?" Eric asked as he took a seat beside her, turned towards her. With the size of him, it meant that one of his legs settled against her knees, and he had no doubt that if she objected, she would say so.

He also had very little doubt that she would object, given the way the evening had gone so far.

[codenamemilady]

If Milady objected, he would know, but she had no reason to, and a brief press of her knee against his leg showed her approval.

"Taking me for granted would've been a step up for him, I believe. But getting him out of my life completely would cause... complications for me right now. So for the moment, I have to settle for educating him."

[thenorthman]

His arm lined on the back of the sofa, Eric was clearly entirely focused on her, which wasn't 100% true, but it was a nice impression to give, on more than one level. "Standing him up will have served its purpose, hopefully."

[codenamemilady]

"It's a start. I'm sure when I check my phone, there'll be a series of increasingly cross messages to be deleted." She didn't seem bothered by the idea, or in any hurry to check those messages. Not when she had Eric's attention for herself.

"You'll be thinking I'm some virago, though, if I keep on like this. I'm not. I simply don't see the point in having less than I want."

[thenorthman]

"A virago isn't a bad thing to be," Eric replied, raising his eyebrows slightly.

[codenamemilady]

"Most men would disagree." Eric Northman was not most men, as Milady had suspected from the moment he invited her to join him at the opera. "But most men don't know how to get what they want either. They only believe they do."

[thenorthman]

"Most men are fucking idiots," Eric agreed wholeheartedly, lips curved in a slight smile as his fingertips found her knee. The touch was light, but not tentative. It was a prelude, not hesitation. "I prefer the company of people who will have what they want." Like her. Like Pam. Who would most definitely like Clarice.

[codenamemilady]

"You've yet to say exactly what it is you want," Milady pointed out, invitation more than actual question. "Beyond my company, which you have tonight."

[thenorthman]

"But where's the fun in saying it," Eric replied, curving his fingers along her thigh, a glint in his eyes as he leaned in, and down, to kiss that tantalizing spot between her ear and her choker.

[codenamemilady]

"When you could take it?" Milady finished, her head tilting just so, giving him better access to that spot on her throat.

[thenorthman]

"When I could take it," Eric echoed against the soft skin, breathing in the scent of her blood so close to his mouth, hidden behind the faint scent of her perfume. Not yet, though. And he would rather get that choker off of her, first, but that too could wait. He liked it. His fingers slid under her skirt as he nipped at her earlobe, then sucked it in to play it with his tongue.

[codenamemilady]

As his touch moved up her thigh, Milady parted her legs. Not much. Not enough. But still an acknowledgement. She was in his hands this evening. The nip and tug on her ear sent a faint shiver through her, and she murmured, "You had plans for your mouth."

[thenorthman]

"This is just an appetizer," he confirmed, lips skimming her jaw line, kissing the soft skin right underneath it. He smiled against her skin. "How's the wine?"

[codenamemilady]

Another sip left her lips tinted a deeper red. "Excellent, as I expected. Appetizers are meant to whet one's appetites, much as good wines can."

[thenorthman]

"Then let your appetite be whetted," Eric told her, his voice low and promising, before he went back to mapping her neck, fingers tracing sinuous patterns on the inside of her thigh.

[codenamemilady]

"I have no concerns about my appetite," Milady assured him, taking another drink and savoring the way the wine's flavors unfolded on her tongue.

[thenorthman]

"Do you have any concerns?" he asked, fingers tightening for a brief instant on her thigh when he found a sweet spot on her neck.

[codenamemilady]

None so far, but...

"Should I?" Milady's voice was low and breathier than it had been a moment before as he took that spot on her neck.