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birthrightgreen ([personal profile] birthrightgreen) wrote2006-01-13 09:10 pm
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AU for [livejournal.com profile] _deadlydance_, set immediately after "The Price"

She wasn't nervous. She had nothing to be nervous about. It wasn't like it was a romantic evening. They'd just worked so hard on the case, working to catch the rabid witch who'd been slaughtering innocent males. And they had, with Jaenelle's help. Now Jaenelle and Daemon were back on their honeymoon and she...

She was here in Amdarh, back how she had been, nursing the bruises Falonar had left. So, why, exactly was she changing her dress? The one she had on was perfectly acceptable. She was going out dancing with a friend. She could use a friend right now. What she couldn't use was a male thinking he was just going to sweep in and carry her off.

Not that he was probably thinking that, but she was suspicious.

He was a male, and years of seeing them abused by her own sex still hadn't made her trust them as a gender. Then again, she didn't trust most people.

With a growl at herself, she finally settled on a black dress with enough slink to impress and a enough swirl to make a statement on the dance floor, no matter how elegant and formal. Hair pinned half up, the rest left down. If people stared at her ears, so be it.

She was ready. It was going to be fun. She kept repeating that. Fun. With a friend.

Just a friend. He wasn't expecting anything. He wouldn't be that foolish.

She just wished she knew what he wanted.

[identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com 2006-01-19 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
She glanced up, meeting his eyes with a slow smile.

"Nothing's wrong with my dinner."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/ 2006-01-19 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
He managed to keep is voice fairly firm.

"Good."

[identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com 2006-01-19 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
"It is." Her smile was warm, before she dropped her gaze back to her wine.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/ 2006-01-19 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
He focused in on the quiet, and watched her.

[identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com 2006-01-19 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
She finished up her steak, smiling slightly, then sat back, fingers playing over her wine glass.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/ 2006-01-19 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
Rainier kept his eyes on hers as he summoned himself a new glass of wine.

[identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com 2006-01-19 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Dessert?" She tilted her head just a touch, inquiringly.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/ 2006-01-19 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded slowly.

"Why don't you order this time."

[identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com 2006-01-19 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
She called in a menu, looking over it, then ordered an assortment of small creme brulees--a chocolate, vanilla, berries, and pumpkin.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/ 2006-01-20 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
There was a new, appreciative look in his eyes.

"I should ask you to order more often."

[identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com 2006-01-20 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
She smiled slightly. "It's something I'm familiar with."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/ 2006-01-20 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
There was a moment of surprise, if not a look of one. That was before Rainier remembered to just what depth Surreal valued her independance. It was not something he should have forgotten, after three full days of hunting through the city with her. But sitting here, dining with Surreal, some of the edges had eased.


"So I see."

[identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com 2006-01-20 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
She shrugged slightly, smiled wryly. Guessing what a man might like was a useful skill in more than the bedroom. It had served her well for too long to let it slide.

"I'm glad you like the choice."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/ 2006-01-20 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded, honest.

"I do."

Would truthful admiration go wrong?

[identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com 2006-01-20 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
She smiled at him, pleased.

"Good."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/ 2006-01-20 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
The afternoon was further away than Rainier had intended.

[identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com 2006-01-20 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Surreal smiled at the waitress as she brought the creme brulee out, handing them each a spoon.

A quirk of her eyebrow at Rainier in invitation, and she scooped up some of the chocolate, closing her eyes with a sigh of delight as she tasted it.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/ 2006-01-20 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
A man could only take so much.

He could only take so much.

His eyes darkened as Rainier reached for his spoon, and when the spoon brushed his lips? He locked eyes with Surreal and imagined it was her skin he was tasting again.

[identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com 2006-01-20 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Her stomach tightened, a shiver running down her spine. Her eyes held his, then flicked to his lips, then back to his eyes.

Then she took a second bite.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/ 2006-01-20 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
He took another bite as well.

Just a hint of teeth scraped metal.

[identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com 2006-01-20 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Her fingers tightened on her spoon, and she reached to sample the berries.

She popped one into her mouth, tongue darting out to lick the juice off her index finger.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/ 2006-01-20 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
The back of his jaw locked.

Rainier lifted up another spoonful of the dessert, and offered it to Surreal.

[identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com 2006-01-20 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
She leaned forward with a smile, slowly tasting, then taking the custard off the spoon.

"It's good."

[identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com 2006-01-20 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Her smile was slow, warm, curving first her lips then making it to her eyes.

"You have no idea, sugar."

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