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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[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.

[thenorthman]

"Probably," Eric confirmed temptingly, even as he shifted his arm on the back of the sofa to go and work open the clasp of her choker.

[codenamemilady]

The hand not holding her glass reached for his before he could undo the clasp. "That stays. We're only just getting to know one another."

[thenorthman]

His hand kidnapped hers in return, and he asked, almost conversationally, "Is it the same with everything else?"

[codenamemilady]

"No." Without trying to remove her hand from his, she traced along the choker with one finger. "This is the exception. Call it – lady's prerogative, or a quirk. You'll find I'm accommodating otherwise."

[thenorthman]

"Not too accommodating, I hope," Eric remarked, if only because too accommodating sounded like not having any agency of your own, and he had enjoyed her agency so far - in his hands or not.

[codenamemilady]

"Accommodating, as long as I get what I want." Milady was quite good at that. She'd had lots of practice, and rarely allowed things not to go her way in the long term.

[thenorthman]

"And what do you want?" he asked, smile woven through his voice as he dipped his mouth back to her neck - or what he could get to of it.

[codenamemilady]

"This evening? To be spoiled. Pleasure, however we can have it." Satisfied he'd leave the necklace where it was, for now, she let her head rest on the back of the sofa, lengthening her neck and how much of it he could reach.

"More generally, the only thing worth wanting and having. Power."

[thenorthman]

Eric grazed for now blunt teeth across the expanse of neck bared, letting himself focus on the sound of her heartbeat for a couple of seconds. It was tempting to drop his fangs and feed now, but she was much too interesting for things to be over already, and he wanted to put off the moment when he would have to glamour her for as long as possible.

Unless she was a fangbanger and had known him for what he was from the start, but he thought that she would drop a hint at some point, if she was, save him the trouble.

"A woman after my own heart," he remarked, smiling against her skin, fingers skimming higher over the top of her thigh, before dipping back down to her inner thigh. Eric had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and he had to wonder how much she would let him get away with here.

[codenamemilady]

"Like minds," she murmured, meanings the same if not the phrasing. Hearts were weak and easily exploited. She and what she could tell of Eric were neither.

"I doubt it's my heart that interests you." Nothing but approval in her tone and the flash of her eyes, or the way her leg shifted under his hand. She was curious how far he might go in the only illusory privacy of the club, and it thrilled her to find out.

[thenorthman]

Continued here.