closed 🪶⚡ all i really, really ever want is under the mistletoe

[garudas]

Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman.
Status: Closed.
Where: Around places.
What: Cid and Benedikta follow a lead and sneak into a fancy holiday party. Event stuff TBA.
Warnings: it's them, what do you want from me



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[ramuhs]

[A low hum as his gaze lingers on her for a moment before his hand moves down to hers, lifting it up so that he's bringing the finger with the ring close to his lips.]

Not as much, no. But still a little longer.

[garudas]

[She purrs quietly near his ear, the brush of his fingers near that ring doing things to her that they should not. It stokes a fire within her, as well as makes her heart flutter when his breath tickles her skin.]

Have we not already fooled everyone in this room by simply being here?

[She brushes her lips against his cheek as she pulls back to look at him, affection dimming some of that heat.]

Though it does not really matter what we are doing...

[ramuhs]

[As heated as his own gaze is, the smile he wears is much more fond and affectionate.]

Not at all. Which is why that guard must have been blind to not see it.

[A small click of his tongue, but it's playful.]

[garudas]

[She chuckles under a breath.]

You know...

[There's a poignant pause, a shyness creeping up into her again. For all the haughtiness and confidence she wears so easily on her skin, there are moments like this that she wishes that she could use them to hide behind... but they would not feel quite as genuine if she did. And it is something that bears saying right now.]

Even if this is a job, I am already enjoying myself tonight.

[ramuhs]

[There's a small look of surprise before his smile widens.]

Are you? We've barely done anything.

[garudas]

So?

[Her head falls to his shoulder. To be closer? To hide? A bit of both...]

Is it so strange of me to simply enjoy being in your company? And with you looking so dapper and handsome, too...

[ramuhs]

[A light chuckle escapes him as his arms move more around her, head lightly leaning against hers.]

Not at all. I just wonder when you became so easy to please—not that I'm complaining.

[garudas]

[She kisses him, the taste of her lips still spiced from the sauce.]

I think sometime in between all the gifts that you bribed me with.

[They both know that isn't true. There had come a point when she had become easy to please, though she's not quite sure when. She's not quite sure when this whole thing of theirs turned her into this doting little thing, but it's not as if she minds in the privacy of their own little world. She would just never call herself that aloud.]

Shall we continue on? See what other strange little delicacies the rich enjoy around here?

[ramuhs]

I'm glad to see them pay off.

[A quiet chuckle as he looks at her for a moment, that warmth that always forms in these moments spreading in ways that makes his thumb lightly roll over that fake ring over her finger before he leans into kiss her chastely on the lips. Truly, should anyone cast a glance their way they would look like a true couple in every sense of the word, with eyes only for each other.]

You can choose which to try this time. Perhaps some light wine as well?

[Only then will he step back so he could escort her back to the tables.]

[garudas]

[Her breath stutters when she feels his thumb over that ring, the motion only making that not-so-secret want swell in her chest, and for a moment, she wonders what it might feel like were it her own ring. A real one that they chose for themselves... Perhaps to match with one another.

The thought is gone all too quickly when he steps away from her, and her attention is turned to the tables lined with food again.]

Mm, some wine would be nice.

[She loops her arm through his as she nudges him in the direction of a different table, lined with different kinds of meats, bread platters, and spreads. Her eyes especially linger on the thinly cut steaks, and then the strange white spread made of little balls it's white caviar on some toasted baguettes. And after helping themselves to some glasses of red wine that someone brings through on a tray, she points to the bread.]

What is that?

[ramuhs]

[After procuring the glasses, Cid looks at the bread with caviar white balls with some curiosity.]

I don't think it's mimicking the pearls again...

[Hmmm, he feels he's seen this before but he can't quite place it.]

Want to try?

[garudas]

That is part of why we came here, was it not?

[She picks up a plate with her free hand and motions for him to start loading it up. Someone moves in to reach past them and grab one, forcing her to bump her hip into his, and she shoots them a look as they back away.]

And perhaps pick up a few pieces of those meats. They look expensive.

[ramuhs]

[He's only a little jostled by the bump, but he doesn't drop anything at least!]

Hm, what about some of these skewers?

[He says as he adds some anyway, loading that plate up with enough food for the two of them to sample the best looking of what there is for now.]

[garudas]

Whatever you can fit on the plate, my love.

[She glances at them and gives her nod of approval.]

A shame I did not think to bring a container to take some of this food back with us. Perhaps I could find the kitchen and help myself to one anyway...?

[ramuhs]

[He just chuckles at that.]

Might seem a bit "unrichly" of us if we carried containers, but you are more than welcome to the kitchen before we leave.

[garudas]

Oh?

[She arches a brow at him and reaches down for some sort of ham-looking thing. She is not much of a fan of it these days, but free food is free food, and she ought to at least try it to say that she has.

Just going to ignore the look that another haughty man eyes them and their plate.]

You are not going to try and stop me?

[ramuhs]

Why should I?

[A wry grin as he takes a kebab while moving them to an open high table they can perch at.]

The have plenty to spare, don't they?

[garudas]

[She snorts as she follows him, taking his glass of wine to help carry while he has the plate. She presses a kiss to his cheek, leaving a light mark of her red lipstick there, hidden only by part of his beard.]

I seem to have rubbed off on you a bit, too.

[ramuhs]

[A quiet chuckle.]

Did you forget I was an outlaw for several years prior? Any respect or goodwill I had towards so called nobles like these were already long gone.

Had they been actual good people I may have given pause, however...

[He looks up at the chandelier, gilded in what is likely in pure gold and diamonds with walls lined with large paintings that he can only assume to be of high value. Some extravagance is to be expected as it's only fair for one to display one's wealth, but with everything in such clear opulent display, it's obvious the owners are more interested in displaying their wealth than do anything good with it.]

I doubt it.

[garudas]

[She stabs a slice of the (wagyu-style) beef steak with a fork...]

You could at least give me some of the credit.

[... And lifts it to his lips.]

A yes dear would have sufficed.

[ramuhs]

[He sees the way she stabs it and just kisses her cheek.]

Yes, dear.

[garudas]

[She waves the meat around in front of him, waiting for him to take a bite of it first.]

I suppose we do have them to thank for some things.

[She glances around, following the trail his own eyes had taken around the room with her own.]

Plenty of things to take with us, if we are so inclined. How thoughtful of them to leave them all lying about.

[ramuhs]

[He finally takes the bite, a low hum of approval quick to rise from the taste.]

Just keep in mind my pockets can only carry so much. The smallest items could even be worth the most.

[garudas]

[She watches his lips, her head tilting with curiosity when he takes that bite, but her eyes dart up to the ceiling where that giant, tacky light hangs.]

A shame. Here I was hoping to walk out with that thing for our home...

[Would it even fit—

Bringing the pink meat to her lips, she observes him.]

What do you think?

[ramuhs]

I would have to reject that one.

[As in, the chandelier. She can get a more tasteful one to go over their dining table or something—]

But as for the steak, this is superb. I've never had anything like it, not even a behemoth steak could match it.