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
[It takes a few tries for her to get the door unlocked, but she manages to swing it open just as the other door clicks. There's a panicked sound from the bird as he realizes his own keys have disappeared, but no time to linger on it. She grabs Cid by the hand and pulls him through, closing the door quietly behind them when the opposite one swings open.
It leads them out into a darker, quieter hallway, further from the sound of the party at one end, and as soon as they are through, Benedikta can't help but smile at him before she glances around. There are several more doors, but her interest falls on the set of double doors at the end of the hall.]
[He's quick to follow after her and he only listens for a moment to the voices inside before looking out into the hall, squeezing her hand at her smile.
Not wanting to risk being heard, he just gestures with her head if she wants to go down that way before some servant passes through and they're discovered.]
[She is about to nod her head at the door further down when another one closer to them opens. She is equally quick to act, grabbing him by his jacket and pulling him with her until her back hits the wall, knowing that he will follow suit...
...
As some servant comes out of the room with a pile of fresh napkins in her arms.
Benedikta's arms immediately go around his shoulders, her leg hooking at his waist as she giggles into the crook of his neck, hiding her face from view.]
[He knows instantly what she's trying to do as she pulls him, one arm immediately wrapping around as the other goes to the back of her head, further shielding her from view as he tilts his own towards her. Although there may be a bit less pretend as his teeth find her ear, whispering in a deep, low murmur—]
Sly little fox.
[—as they keep the not-so-much charade. The servant is of course surprised to see them in a place where guests shouldn't be, but given their act, she is quick to look away, face quite flushed as she hastens past them. Even if she were to gossip, Cid had pressed his body close up against Benedikta's so that her dress would be obscured, and there are many who are wearing black dresses.]
[A whisper back to him, masked by a delighted squeal when he nips at her ear. She can hear the hurried footsteps rushing past them, can hear the soft clearing of the woman's throat, and Benedikta grins to herself as she lets her lips run over the sharp, stubbled curve of his jaw.
And once they are in the clear, she does not seem so inclined to pull back just yet, taking a moment to savour the coarse feel of him before she takes his lips for that owed debt.]
[He's also not so quick to pull away, her scent, taste, and warmth, so very tempting, so he is quite eager to return that kiss that he owes. Eyes gleam for a moment as he answers not with words but with rougher kiss, pushing her back more against the wall. As if in reward, his tongue will find hers, paying that debt along with a bit of interest and promise for more before he pulls back just enough so he can answer.]
Well enough.
[A light tease with a smirk before he steps back to look at her.]
[She rewards him with a soft moan into the kiss, a keen as her body arches into his when he parts her lips. If they did not have more to do, it would have been a no-brainer. She would have been happy to just find an empty room, and she is so very tempted with all the doors surrounding them, but perhaps a victory will make it all that much sweeter when they are finished.
When he steps back, he'll find her looking just a touch dishevelled, her dress askew and her hair a bit of a mess. Her chest rises and falls with stuttered breaths as she looks him over, his own clothes a bit out of sorts from where her hands had roamed earlier, the sight of it making her eyes darken.]
You'd best be careful.
[As if she is not the one who had started it all. Pushing herself away from the wall, she reaches over to straighten his jacket for him.]
We've a job to do, Cidolfus. Do try to keep that in mind.
You mean the big, fancy double doors at the end of the hall?
[She closes the distance between them until their hips touch. ... Just in case someone else comes out of any of the half a dozen doors they are surrounded by.]
Pity. [A dramatic sigh.] I would have liked a bed...
[As they walk together down the hall quietly, she eyes the other doors that they pass.]
Could you keep watch while I try to unlock this one? [She eyes the keys in her other hand, doubt pulling her brows tight.] I may need to try the old traditional methods...
Please. As if I would take long. Have you so little faith?
[She reaches up into her hair and pulls out a pin that had been holding some of it back behind her ear. It falls free, tumbling into place as if it had never left it, and she hands it to him. It may look like a pretty pin, but it is most certainly a lockpick as well.]
Who says that they cannot be both practical and fashionable at the same time?
[She motions to the one that she's placed in his hand. Case in point.
But she'll start working the keys into the lock, trying them one at a time. Some fit and then don't turn while others do not work at all, and so she'll eventually beckon to him with her fingers.
Meanwhile, there are footsteps approaching, and Benedikta nods to him, and then down the hallway.]
Nothing, but it would mean I'd have to go to a different store for it.
[A quiet chuckle as he glances down the hall and then back at her to watch for a bit. But seeing that she's having difficulty, he quickly hands her the hairpin while stepping out to see if he can get a better view.
She'll get one warning tap when those footsteps closer. Unfortunately, there's nothing for them to hide where they are, so they'll either have to feign ignorance if caught or she has to get the door open before someone comes by...!]
[She shoves the pick into the lock and starts to work it, her ear pressed to the door to listen for telltale signs that it's working. With some jiggling and prodding, and perhaps a bit of magic to help, she finally does get it unlocked, the click loud as it echoes through the hall. She throws it open just far enough for them to fit through and slips inside first, but...
"What are you doing? Guests shouldn't be sticking around in this hallway."
A woman's voice comes from down the hall as she stares at Cid. A maid of some sort, if the way she is carrying some laundry is any indication of it. Fortunately, she is oblivious to the fact that the door is open behind him. Even luckier that it is not the same one that had passed him before.]
[As Cid shields Benedikta by subtly stepping in front of her and turning his gaze towards the maid, he gives an exaggerated sigh of relief as he hurries over to her.]
Thank heavens! I got a bit lost trying to find someone who could help me. You see, my lovely wife has been wanting peach flavored drink, but unfortunately everything here is alcohol...
[He'll feel Benedikta nudge the side of his leg that is out of view with her foot before he departs.
What does he mean by that? Is he implying that she wants juice like some kind of child!? Of course she wants peach wine.
"Oh..." She looks at him, confused for a moment, before it dawns on her. "Ohhhhh. I see. Well, in that case, I could show you our selection of teas that will certainly help her with any discomfort she might be feeling. And they say it is very healthy for babies."
[She wishes that she had a drink right about now to wash down the sputter that she feels coming, threatening to give her away before Cid can get the woman far enough that she won't hear her disbelief. There is a scoff, however, and she has to bring a hand to her mouth to stifle the urge to hiss at him. Well, at least it's workingβshe won't notice if Benedikta closes these doors, but she can't bring herself to.
If Cid looks back, he'll see her blonde head poking out from behind instead of hiding, her eyes narrowed at him in warning as a light wind brushes past his cheek.
"Ah, that is so sweet of you." The maid does blush a little as she leads him out into the hallway. "Is there anything that she does like?"
And as they approach the end of the hallway, the door creaks slightly as she pushes it further open. She waits until they've gone around a corner before she quietly steps out to follow them, her feet as light as feathers wisping across the floor.
Benedikta peers out from around the corner, and she hopes that he cannot sense her presence lingering.]
[She grumbles under her breath, turning the heads of a couple nearby that she ignores as she walks past them.
As they are led through the people mingling and passing in the hallway, Benedikta uses them to shield her as she walks, leaning up against the wall when she thinks they might glance back, and then continuing to pursue them.
"Oh, how delightful. We do have some tiramisu as well as some other desserts available. Some crackers will certainly help settle her stomach, too." She motions around a corner where she will guide him, the hallway opening up into a smaller dining area, and the kitchen is just on the other side.]
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It leads them out into a darker, quieter hallway, further from the sound of the party at one end, and as soon as they are through, Benedikta can't help but smile at him before she glances around. There are several more doors, but her interest falls on the set of double doors at the end of the hall.]
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Not wanting to risk being heard, he just gestures with her head if she wants to go down that way before some servant passes through and they're discovered.]
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...
As some servant comes out of the room with a pile of fresh napkins in her arms.
Benedikta's arms immediately go around his shoulders, her leg hooking at his waist as she giggles into the crook of his neck, hiding her face from view.]
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Sly little fox.
[—as they keep the not-so-much charade. The servant is of course surprised to see them in a place where guests shouldn't be, but given their act, she is quick to look away, face quite flushed as she hastens past them. Even if she were to gossip, Cid had pressed his body close up against Benedikta's so that her dress would be obscured, and there are many who are wearing black dresses.]
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[A whisper back to him, masked by a delighted squeal when he nips at her ear. She can hear the hurried footsteps rushing past them, can hear the soft clearing of the woman's throat, and Benedikta grins to herself as she lets her lips run over the sharp, stubbled curve of his jaw.
And once they are in the clear, she does not seem so inclined to pull back just yet, taking a moment to savour the coarse feel of him before she takes his lips for that owed debt.]
It worked, didn't it?
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Well enough.
[A light tease with a smirk before he steps back to look at her.]
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When he steps back, he'll find her looking just a touch dishevelled, her dress askew and her hair a bit of a mess. Her chest rises and falls with stuttered breaths as she looks him over, his own clothes a bit out of sorts from where her hands had roamed earlier, the sight of it making her eyes darken.]
You'd best be careful.
[As if she is not the one who had started it all. Pushing herself away from the wall, she reaches over to straighten his jacket for him.]
We've a job to do, Cidolfus. Do try to keep that in mind.
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Oh I haven't. In fact I thought I was doing quite well.
[A smirk, implying she was the "job."]
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You are ever the expert, as always.
[A knowing grin before she looks around, the keys jangling lightly around her finger.]
And now it is a game of which door will be the most fruitful...
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Should we take the obvious?
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[She closes the distance between them until their hips touch. ... Just in case someone else comes out of any of the half a dozen doors they are surrounded by.]
I think we should. A bedroom, perhaps?
[Her hand slides into his, taking it.]
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[When she takes his hand, he pulls them so that her arm loops through his to bring them even closer and better allow them to speak quietly.]
But there must be something grand if they make it so extravagant.
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[As they walk together down the hall quietly, she eyes the other doors that they pass.]
Could you keep watch while I try to unlock this one? [She eyes the keys in her other hand, doubt pulling her brows tight.] I may need to try the old traditional methods...
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Do what you need. But if it takes too long we should try elsewhere.
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[She reaches up into her hair and pulls out a pin that had been holding some of it back behind her ear. It falls free, tumbling into place as if it had never left it, and she hands it to him. It may look like a pretty pin, but it is most certainly a lockpick as well.]
I always come prepared.
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Should I start buying you lockpicking hairpins as gifts instead of the fashionable kind?
[Said in jest...but also serious contemplation.]
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[She motions to the one that she's placed in his hand. Case in point.
But she'll start working the keys into the lock, trying them one at a time. Some fit and then don't turn while others do not work at all, and so she'll eventually beckon to him with her fingers.
Meanwhile, there are footsteps approaching, and Benedikta nods to him, and then down the hallway.]
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[A quiet chuckle as he glances down the hall and then back at her to watch for a bit. But seeing that she's having difficulty, he quickly hands her the hairpin while stepping out to see if he can get a better view.
She'll get one warning tap when those footsteps closer. Unfortunately, there's nothing for them to hide where they are, so they'll either have to feign ignorance if caught or she has to get the door open before someone comes by...!]
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[She shoves the pick into the lock and starts to work it, her ear pressed to the door to listen for telltale signs that it's working. With some jiggling and prodding, and perhaps a bit of magic to help, she finally does get it unlocked, the click loud as it echoes through the hall. She throws it open just far enough for them to fit through and slips inside first, but...
"What are you doing? Guests shouldn't be sticking around in this hallway."
A woman's voice comes from down the hall as she stares at Cid. A maid of some sort, if the way she is carrying some laundry is any indication of it. Fortunately, she is oblivious to the fact that the door is open behind him. Even luckier that it is not the same one that had passed him before.]
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Thank heavens! I got a bit lost trying to find someone who could help me. You see, my lovely wife has been wanting peach flavored drink, but unfortunately everything here is alcohol...
[A subtle glance at the maid. Hint hint.]
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What does he mean by that? Is he implying that she wants juice like some kind of child!? Of course she wants peach wine.
"Oh..." She looks at him, confused for a moment, before it dawns on her. "Ohhhhh. I see. Well, in that case, I could show you our selection of teas that will certainly help her with any discomfort she might be feeling. And they say it is very healthy for babies."
Benedikta nearly chokes.]
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Aye, that'll do nicely. And perhaps some food that would be easier on her. Still in the early stages, you see, so she is a bit...sensitive.
[And just going to walk closer to the maid who will turn back around to walk down the other end of the hall.]
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If Cid looks back, he'll see her blonde head poking out from behind instead of hiding, her eyes narrowed at him in warning as a light wind brushes past his cheek.
"Ah, that is so sweet of you." The maid does blush a little as she leads him out into the hallway. "Is there anything that she does like?"
And as they approach the end of the hallway, the door creaks slightly as she pushes it further open. She waits until they've gone around a corner before she quietly steps out to follow them, her feet as light as feathers wisping across the floor.
Benedikta peers out from around the corner, and she hopes that he cannot sense her presence lingering.]
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My darling has particular tastes these days. Cherry tomatoes, small fruits, crackers, and tiramisu are mostly what she can stomach.
[He's really making her sound like a little bird.
And yes, he knows she's following but he's going to pretend otherwise, finding this all so amusing.]
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[She grumbles under her breath, turning the heads of a couple nearby that she ignores as she walks past them.
As they are led through the people mingling and passing in the hallway, Benedikta uses them to shield her as she walks, leaning up against the wall when she thinks they might glance back, and then continuing to pursue them.
"Oh, how delightful. We do have some tiramisu as well as some other desserts available. Some crackers will certainly help settle her stomach, too." She motions around a corner where she will guide him, the hallway opening up into a smaller dining area, and the kitchen is just on the other side.]
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ππ fin.