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[ the door of the car closes with a light thudas he gets out. slips the sunglasses off his eyes & onto his head, nestled into his hair; he's dressed rather casually today, red dress-shirt with its top two buttons undone & the rest in a suit-like attire. seems to blend right into the crowd as soon as he enters the building, surrounded by people who live to sell their looks. ignores the gazes, entirely faithful to his purpose at present. he only stops once to ask for directions --

"Tell me. Where would Brianna be at this hour?"

& he saunters into the area, standing in the shadows as he watches the flashes of light caress brianna's form, appreciative. ]

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[ lifts her hands to place them atop his own, finding herself swaying slightly to and fro, the motion barely there despite that. ]

And don't you smile too much, either.

Ah? Then what sort of expression should I wear?

Surprise me.

[ thoughtful silence, little movement. there are only brief twitches around the lips & corners of his eyes as if in experimentation. ]

[ too bad she can't see it at the moment, though that's probably for the best. she's in too good of a mood to break their trance for another few moments. ]

[ those are the moments that he'll use to slip back into his smiles, shaking his head once. presses his hands down against her waist to bring her closer to his chest. a kiss to the shoulder, maybe a light nip. ]

Will this be worth my effort?

[ chuckles lightly and shakes her head, glancing up at him with a tilt of her head while pressing a little further against him. ]

Most likely. I do owe you a proper meal still, after all.

That you do. I hadn't forgotten.

And what will it be this time, hm?

Promised me a maid, did you not?

[ another hum, a quiet kiss to his forearm. ]

I was going to give you a choice, but I believe a maid could be arranged.

[ rocks them back & forth, his hips rolling once into hers. ]

Mm. It has been a while.

[ voices a low sound of approval, pressing herself fully against him. ]

Are you excited?

[ hands to the side of her hips, fingers pressed into them firmly as the movement -- back & forth, back & forth -- continue. ]

I believe I make that answer rather obvious.

Hn. No harm in asking.

[ braces her arms against him, lifting up slightly to nip at his bottom lip. ]

[ leans his head away, teasing. ]

Mm. Any plans on going home tonight?

[ pouts endearingly, going instead to attack his earlobe briefly, breathing into his ear. ]

As long as it involves continuing this little exchange later.

A promise, then.

[ pulls his head away completely, releasing her almost reluctantly as he takes two steps away, fixing his shirt & suit. ]

Oh, you're too kind~

[ looks pleased, even if he moved away. instead reaches down for her pants, as they mysteriously fell out of her hands along the way.

pull. zip. shift; looks pretty much ready to go. ]

[ inclines his head & heads for the door, opening & keeps it open, waiting for her to exit first. ]

[ grabs the purse seated on a chair by the door, stepping out with a wink to albert. catwalks towards the exit, saying short "goodbye"s to people who wave and say the same. ]

[ closes the door behind him but does not move, feeling slightly off-kilter in having to follow her a second time. blinks once, turns & takes a different route to the parking lot, humming under his breath as thoughts of the upcoming masquerade begin to monopolize his mindspace. ]

[ doesn't even look behind her, pausing briefly every now and then when stopped to talk for a handful of seconds at most.

it might take a minute or two for her to get to the car (it's not like she hasn't seen it before), but she arrives after albert, sighing slightly under her breath. ]

[ hasn't gotten into the car yet, the thoughts too strong in rousing his anticipation. expression does brightening momentarily when he sees her, however, as well as curiosity at the sigh.

tilts his head. silent inquiry. ]

[ looks up after a moment or two, giving a smile, one hand going on her hip as an eyebrow rises. ]

I'm such a busy woman.