Flint will show up at three as agreed. Despite the cold of the day he's in one of his lighter coats, seeming to be unbothered by it. He pauses in the front of the shop, looking around to see if Max is visible or in the back.
He's been looking forward to this meeting since they arranged it. The prospect of doing something productive that may result in edible plum cake is certainly an appealing one and he enjoys Max's company. Besides, Silver always says he should socialize more.
Max is clearly visible through the big glass window that looks all the way in on the kitchen. He's busy wiping down the large marble islands in the center of the room, brushing extra flour and small pieces of chocolate, sprinkles and pastry crumbs into his hand so he can dispose of it. He's wearing his favorite new apron over a simple white buttoned shirt, sleeves rolled up past his elbows. His blue tie is tucked inside his shirt to keep it out of the way.
When he notices Flint, he quickly brushes his hands over the trash can and then waves for him to come in. He'll come out of the kitchen to meet the man in the cafe area.
"Welcome to French Kiss," he says with a flourish of his hand. "Come on in, let me show you around. This is the dining area, obviously. We had a pretty good crowd. And if you come back here," he leads the way behind the counter back to the kitchen entrance. "Back here is where the fun happens."
The kitchen is nearly as large as the dining area itself. The walls not made completely of glass windows are lined with ovens, and racks for cooling, double wide refrigerators, on and on. The rest is taken up with stovetops, counter spaces laden with industrial sized stand mixers and every other kind of baking and decorating equipment one can imagine, and maybe some things one couldn't imagine without seeing it. It's a baker's paradise. A true slice of heaven for Max.
The kitchen is so modern, a catch-all word Flint has had to begin using for everything from the future for lack of a better one. It's as spacious as any kitchen in a manor house would be, but with amenities they'd never dream of. Those automatic mixing bowls, for instance. He's sure any kitchen maid would die to get their hands on one.
He nods slowly, keen eyes taking it all in. "It's very impressive, Max. You'd be able to keep the entire castle fed with this." He grins. "I can't guess what half of these are for, but you must have all the modern conveniences."
Good. Clearly she still had it. Still had the innate ability to lure and spellbind to enrapture. It had been so long since she had done so, possibly even as far back as her youth. As powerful a draw as it was, Maria often found distance in doing such, however, Max felt different, Max felt like he enjoyed being tantalized.
Maria made a sweet sound, feeling his hand press in against her stomach, my he was a strong boy wasn't he? She couldn't deny herself the thrill of hands upon her like this. Especially his hands.
Walking with Max wrapped around her, Maria came to a stop in front of the window. They both had a reflection, though hers was ethereal in form, it was her eyes that bore through the glass, towards the moon. "I wish for but a mere taste, dear Max. I am willing to give just as much in return." That passing hand found its way through his hair, scratching lightly against his scalp, tugging lightly at a few strands.
The rational part of his mind told him he shouldn't want to be tantalized like this, but he loved it all the same. He craved the dance, a puppet that longed to be reunited with his strings.
He followed her along to the window and stood for a time watching their twin ghostly reflections in the glass, still awestruck at how her eyes shone. His hand roamed idly up her body, hovering just on the edge of where her chest swelled beneath the fabric of her gown, doing a little tantalizing of his own.
"You can take a taste from me." A deep groan rumbled his chest when her fingers gripped his hair. He was practically purring. "And then I can taste you."
How strange they both were. Him, a puppet and her a puppeteer, yet they both craved to be free of their designed roles. Max wished freedom from those much like Lady Maria and she, in turn, detested her own kind. .. And yet her there are~
Maria did not swat his hand away as it dared to roam. No, she would allow him to touch, to feel and caress her as he pleased as he was about to be doing her a great service. She twisted and turned around in his arms, wrapping her own around his shoulders, fingers dancing up the back of his neck into his hair, staring at him with those silver eyes.
" Where? Where might I taste you from? Where do you want to taste me?"
Moving her face just a fraction away from his, her lips brushing his as she spoke so close to them.
Her fingers may graze over ruined flesh on the back of his neck. His master's mark, a circular brand, was still there as a constant reminder of the strings he once danced on. The bonds he once lived with. Even now, his body would tense unconsciously if she touched it. Though, it wouldn't deter him from his current desire.
"You can taste my neck," he offered. "Or my chest... or... anywhere you please."
It was hard to focus on much with her lips brushing so against his. "I'd like to taste your lips first. Then maybe... make my way down until I find your other pair of lips. If you'll allow it?"
[ She leant back on his lap as she was handed the card, holding it with both hands close to her face as she read it. Her tail seemed to have a mind of its own and snaked up over her shoulder, the pointed tip reaching out and tracing down Max's chest.
Jester smirked a little, flashing him a look over the top of the little card. ]
I mean, I think I can tick a few of these off for you if you like, Maxxie~?
[ With that said, Jester dropped the card on the bed beside him, taking his tie in hand and using it to pull him closer to her face with a harsh little yank, smirking as her chest squshed against his before pushing him onto his back with her hands. She was surprisingly much stronger than she looked. ]
[His gaze was torn between her (especially the cleavage her blue teddy revealed) and her tail as it traced over his chest. Oh, that devilish tail. It was still a source of much fascination for him. He had the strangest urge to see if she would like it if he sucked on it.]
I think so too.
[His face lit up in pure delight when she tugged him close with the tie. Yes. God yes. And now they were chest to beautiful chest. But he didn't have long to enjoy it. Her strength really did surprise him. He put up no resistance, but still had a look of awe on his face when he found himself splayed out on his back.]
[Cassandra putters about the place while she waits for him; playing around with flower decorations for the speakeasy for a few brief moments and getting out a bottle of quality wine and a couple glasses. Chilling it is easy, at least. A brush of fingertips and frost creeps up the glass.
Once the wine is chilled she moves to wait for him by the entrance. She could leave the door open for him but she doesn’t want to chance getting... distracted and forgetting to lock it behind him. And risk putting on more of a show than she’s ready for should someone discover the unlocked door and come inside. This time, at least. She’s found herself having far more... dangerously close to public intimacies than she expected, since her arrival.
She smiles brightly at the sight of him, drawing him inside and closing (and locking) the door behind him.]
I am more than a little biased of course but I absolutely agree that you should.
[And not just because she’s working a lot of the nights. She gives him a playful smirk.]
Consider this your open invitation.
[He compliments her and she grins, only blushing a little as she gives a little curtsey.]
Why, thank you.
[And oh, isn’t he a charmer. The kiss he brushes against his knuckles is unexpected and charming as utter hell. After, she curls her fingers around his and draws him deeper into Hysterium with her. There’s instrumental music playing softly in the background, the sort of music she tends to put on after everyone is gone. And had forgotten to turn off but that’s all right. It adds a little atmosphere.]
That's all right. As long as we all admit our biases. For instance, that happens to be one of my favorite colors you're wearing.
[With a playful smirk like that, consider the invitation accepted.
He follows along closely behind her, happy to be drawn in deeper. The music playing is soft and somewhat ethereal. Adds a nice touch, he thinks. Sets the mood for a romantic rendezvous. Hell, he could see himself slow dancing to it nicely.
When he spots the wine set out, he smiles and motions to it.]
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Re: video.
Date: 2021-02-11 05:02 pm (UTC)Sounds like a nice night to me. I'll head over and meet you. Should I bring any fun goodies with me this time?
thursday!
Date: 2021-02-12 06:07 am (UTC)He's been looking forward to this meeting since they arranged it. The prospect of doing something productive that may result in edible plum cake is certainly an appealing one and he enjoys Max's company. Besides, Silver always says he should socialize more.
"Max? I'm here."
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Date: 2021-02-12 03:31 pm (UTC)When he notices Flint, he quickly brushes his hands over the trash can and then waves for him to come in. He'll come out of the kitchen to meet the man in the cafe area.
"Welcome to French Kiss," he says with a flourish of his hand. "Come on in, let me show you around. This is the dining area, obviously. We had a pretty good crowd. And if you come back here," he leads the way behind the counter back to the kitchen entrance. "Back here is where the fun happens."
The kitchen is nearly as large as the dining area itself. The walls not made completely of glass windows are lined with ovens, and racks for cooling, double wide refrigerators, on and on. The rest is taken up with stovetops, counter spaces laden with industrial sized stand mixers and every other kind of baking and decorating equipment one can imagine, and maybe some things one couldn't imagine without seeing it. It's a baker's paradise. A true slice of heaven for Max.
"What do you think?"
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Date: 2021-02-12 04:03 pm (UTC)He nods slowly, keen eyes taking it all in. "It's very impressive, Max. You'd be able to keep the entire castle fed with this." He grins. "I can't guess what half of these are for, but you must have all the modern conveniences."
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Date: 2021-02-15 12:59 am (UTC)Maria made a sweet sound, feeling his hand press in against her stomach, my he was a strong boy wasn't he? She couldn't deny herself the thrill of hands upon her like this. Especially his hands.
Walking with Max wrapped around her, Maria came to a stop in front of the window. They both had a reflection, though hers was ethereal in form, it was her eyes that bore through the glass, towards the moon. "I wish for but a mere taste, dear Max. I am willing to give just as much in return." That passing hand found its way through his hair, scratching lightly against his scalp, tugging lightly at a few strands.
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Date: 2021-02-15 02:52 am (UTC)He followed her along to the window and stood for a time watching their twin ghostly reflections in the glass, still awestruck at how her eyes shone. His hand roamed idly up her body, hovering just on the edge of where her chest swelled beneath the fabric of her gown, doing a little tantalizing of his own.
"You can take a taste from me." A deep groan rumbled his chest when her fingers gripped his hair. He was practically purring. "And then I can taste you."
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-16 03:14 pm (UTC)Maria did not swat his hand away as it dared to roam. No, she would allow him to touch, to feel and caress her as he pleased as he was about to be doing her a great service. She twisted and turned around in his arms, wrapping her own around his shoulders, fingers dancing up the back of his neck into his hair, staring at him with those silver eyes.
" Where? Where might I taste you from? Where do you want to taste me?"
Moving her face just a fraction away from his, her lips brushing his as she spoke so close to them.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-16 04:00 pm (UTC)"You can taste my neck," he offered. "Or my chest... or... anywhere you please."
It was hard to focus on much with her lips brushing so against his. "I'd like to taste your lips first. Then maybe... make my way down until I find your other pair of lips. If you'll allow it?"
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Date: 2021-02-16 04:46 pm (UTC)Jester smirked a little, flashing him a look over the top of the little card. ]
I mean, I think I can tick a few of these off for you if you like, Maxxie~?
[ With that said, Jester dropped the card on the bed beside him, taking his tie in hand and using it to pull him closer to her face with a harsh little yank, smirking as her chest squshed against his before pushing him onto his back with her hands. She was surprisingly much stronger than she looked. ]
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Date: 2021-02-17 02:09 am (UTC)"I can show you a few of them today, if you want," Max offers gesturing to the appliances. "I'm sure it won't take you long to master them."
video.
Date: 2021-02-17 05:05 am (UTC)Just yourself, unless there’s something you feel like bringing.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-17 01:07 pm (UTC)WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HORNY ND HUNGRY?
WHERE THE CUCUMBER GOES.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-17 02:28 pm (UTC)[Yes. He really did write that in all caps. He's wheezing with laughter, but also horribly disgusted. Jesus H Christ.]
Fuck. I'm picturing it. How could you do this to me??
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-17 10:44 pm (UTC)BECOS ITS FUNNY
STOP PICTURING PEPLE FUCKING THEMSELFS WITH CUCUMBERS MAX
YA PERV
LOL
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-18 02:12 am (UTC)I think so too.
[His face lit up in pure delight when she tugged him close with the tie. Yes. God yes. And now they were chest to beautiful chest. But he didn't have long to enjoy it. Her strength really did surprise him. He put up no resistance, but still had a look of awe on his face when he found himself splayed out on his back.]
Wow. I love a woman who can push me around.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-18 05:03 am (UTC)[He's not a perv! He's not!!]
REN!!
Re: video -> action
Date: 2021-02-21 11:08 pm (UTC)[And he is, soon enough, at the door to the club and letting himself inside if she doesn't meet him at the entrance.]
You know, I don't get over here enough. I need to branch out from the Ruby Slipper more. You look great in that dress, by the way.
[He lifts her hand to green her knuckles with a kiss. Almost seems a shame to take the dress off of her. Almost.]
action
Date: 2021-02-24 07:58 am (UTC)Once the wine is chilled she moves to wait for him by the entrance. She could leave the door open for him but she doesn’t want to chance getting... distracted and forgetting to lock it behind him. And risk putting on more of a show than she’s ready for should someone discover the unlocked door and come inside.
This time, at least. She’s found herself having far more... dangerously close to public intimacies than she expected, since her arrival.She smiles brightly at the sight of him, drawing him inside and closing (and locking) the door behind him.]
I am more than a little biased of course but I absolutely agree that you should.
[And not just because she’s working a lot of the nights. She gives him a playful smirk.]
Consider this your open invitation.
[He compliments her and she grins, only blushing a little as she gives a little curtsey.]
Why, thank you.
[And oh, isn’t he a charmer. The kiss he brushes against his knuckles is unexpected and charming as utter hell. After, she curls her fingers around his and draws him deeper into Hysterium with her. There’s instrumental music playing softly in the background, the sort of music she tends to put on after everyone is gone. And had forgotten to turn off but that’s all right. It adds a little atmosphere.]
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-24 10:45 pm (UTC)STOP THINCING ABUT IT MAX
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-26 02:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-26 02:36 pm (UTC):)
ha ha ha ha ha ha
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-26 03:01 pm (UTC)Great, now I have to go figure out a way to bleach my brain.
Re: action
Date: 2021-02-28 07:51 pm (UTC)[With a playful smirk like that, consider the invitation accepted.
He follows along closely behind her, happy to be drawn in deeper. The music playing is soft and somewhat ethereal. Adds a nice touch, he thinks. Sets the mood for a romantic rendezvous. Hell, he could see himself slow dancing to it nicely.
When he spots the wine set out, he smiles and motions to it.]
Is that our nightcap?
audio;
Date: 2021-03-12 01:28 am (UTC)Re: audio;
Date: 2021-03-12 01:34 am (UTC)What have you got in mind?