notsogroovy | Diplomacy at its best

Entry tags:

Diplomacy at its best

Raven is not herself at the moment. She's some aide to a foreign diplomat and she knows she knows the name of the person she's supposed to be, but for the life of her, she can't remember. She's sure she'll remember it once she hears it again, but no one has been talking to her. It makes for a very dull party. She goes from the drinks to the food and back. Every once in a while, she goes and listens in on conversations. One thing about being the one who isn't noticed is that she can overhear the juiciest things. The amount of information she's gathered so far will last them for weeks, at least, which is probably for the best. She really doesn't want to be here any more.

Things brighten up considerably when a young man asks her to dance. French, by his accent, he really is quite stunning. She puts on the charm. Maybe she's supposed to be a nobody right now, but that is absolutely not who she is. If the people here could see her in her natural form, she would stand out from the crowd and that's the way she likes it. The man, Gabriel, leans in closer and whispers an offer in her ear. She laughs and pushes him away teasingly, but the offer is tempting. Charles is around her somewhere, but she hasn't seen him in hours and she has plenty of information for him.

She slides up closer to Gabriel. Maybe give it a few minutes longer. If things stay just as boring, she'll leave with Gabriel and Charles can find his own entertainment.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Charles had watched her for a bit, weaving through the crowd quietly and allowing his ability to block most form seeing him-- Raven included. He didn't want to ruin her cover in the middle of the room, that is, until he saw her swaying with that idiot in the middle of the room. Charles has always had a jealous streak, and sometimes he thinks Raven does this sort of thing just to raise his ire. The problem is, if he doesn't intercede he knows she'll go home with that stupid human and he'll be left irritable and fucking some chatty housewife till she forgets her name. Which can be fun, but not when your thinking about your obnoxious sister and some prat the entire time.

It's with that in mind he makes his way into the middle of the room. He lays a hand on her shoulder-- knows it her by the the familiar weight of her mind-- and levels his gaze on her partner, Gabriel. "Mind if I intercede?" It's not impolite to interrupt but a dated practice, that doesn't mean he isn't willing to do so, especially just to see the surprised and obnoxious look he gets in reaction. "I'd like a dance, myself."

"I should say that you're too late," Raven says. She doesn't look back at him, but her stomach does flip at the proprietary way he's holding her shoulder. She should have known he'd be watching her, that he had an eye on her the entire time. It figures it would take this to make him come out of the woodwork. "That I already have my partner for the evening."

She turns her head finally and arches a look at Charles. "So why don't you give me a convincing reason to say yes?" She has the power for the moment. All she has to do is say that he's bothering her and he'll have to back off. To do otherwise would risk compromising himself. They're supposed to be undercover, not making waves through the party. Even the smallest incident in a crowd this large can be spread through too many people for Charles to handle.

"You could say that," His fingers tighten a little on her shoulder, the hold nothing short of possessive. He turns his attention away from her date, ignoring him as if he wasn't even a participant in the conversation. A little huff passing his lips as he eases his hand along her shoulder to the back of her neck, holding her firmly with a little grunt passing his lips. "Your a woman of class, darling, I don't see how you could refuse such a polite gesture. After all, I would have asked you to dance earlier, had you not been so close to your friend." A light squeeze to the back of her neck, irritable and perhaps a bit threatening, the desire to draw her away growing. A sense of unease already pervading those close enough to them in the room,

"So, join me, won't you?"

"I said convince me, not tell me. Make me want to come." There's a double entendre in her words if that's the way he chooses to hear it. She lowers her voice and narrows her eyes just a touch. "I was having fun and, may I remind you, that I came here with a purpose."

Her eyes turn back to the man - what was his name again? - and the corner of her mouth lifts up. She rakes his eyes across the man's body and the smile turns into a smirk as she settles her eyes on his groin.

"Maybe he has what I'm looking for."

"He might have some sembalance of what you want," His hand tightens, that dark posessive nature twisting in his gut. "But he'll never be able to give you what I have, what I can, and you know that." He leans in, purring gently into her ear, "Besides, you know I'm a far better dance partner-- I know what you want, and you know that." He eases back and gently slides his hand down along her back, brushing just against the top of her ass before he pulls backward.

"But if you don't want to dance with me, I'm sure I could find another partner for the evening." A sly grin crosses his lips as he turns his gaze to linger on a slim blond with an even slimmer dress. He could very nearly see the bottom of her ass, and while it wasn't exactly classy, he would enjoy it simply because she was a parody of the person Raven always pretended to be.

"You wouldn't dare." Except that she knows, of course, that Charles would dare. Will dare if she doesn't find a way to stop him and there is only one way that she knows of. Give in to him. Let him have what he wants. It's something that grates at her and yet she knows she'll do it. She might have wanted a normal life, once, but everyone has childish dreams that end up getting shattered. Now that she's an adult, she has adult dreams. One of those dreams is screwing Charles' until his brain dribbles out of his ears.

"Gabriel? My brother Charles."

With that said, she slid her hand into Charles' hair, turned his head back toward her, and kissed him. That blond he was looking at didn't know him like she did. She wouldn't be able to do the things she could. She knew every single button he had and exactly how how to push them.

He grins just before their lips meet because there's a small sense of voctory in it, and not just that but the idea that she belong to him and not just some fancy suit who couldn't fuck her in half the ways he could. HE doesn't even care about the look they're getting because he's been introduced as her brother because her mouth tastes like sweet liquor and that spicy taste that always reminded him of Raven. He groans, low in his throat and snakes an arm around her waist to tug her closer, devour more of her mouth in a kiss before he breaks it off. Grinning in a near manic fashion before he looks to the other-- Gabriel?-- again, "Pleasure, really. But I think it's about time we got going. Things to attend to," A firm squeeze given, "I'm sure you understand."

She slides up close to him, presses her body against his, and then whispers one thing that might put a wrench in his plans. "I'm going to make you wait until we get home." The idea of them having sex right here at the party or in the taxi on the way home is appealing, but he deserves a little punishment for what he's done and she's going to make sure he gets it. Just to rub it in, she turns and gives a very startled and more than a little disturbed looking Gabriel a kiss on his cheek. "You should call me sometime."

She neglects to tell Charles that she hasn't given him her number and instead heads for the front door.

Charles lets out a breathy noise, his irritation level growing to nearly the same as his arousal. He stares at Gabriel as Raven turns to leave, a finger pointed in his direction and a sneer on his lips. "You call her, and I'll find you." It's not like his possessive nature isn't already bad enough, but if another man came around the house problems would arise by the dozens.

That said he doesn't take his time in following her, even offering to put her coat on-- though it was mainly an excuse for him to palm along her ass. Edging closer he shrugs on his own formal jacket. "And if I don't care to wait?"

She lets him feel her ass because it's the only feeling he's going to be doing for some time. If he keeps up with the way he is, she's not going to let him have anything even when they get home and she doesn't care if he hears her think it. She knows that he won't leave on the off chance that he can make her do what he wants her to do. She has the advantage here, though she knows it won't last forever.

"Because I say so." She slides her fingers along his jaw, brushes his lips, and then pulls away.

The littlest touches arouse him these days-- there's just something about her, and that constant need he feels that irritates him. Following her out the door it's obvious he's on edge-- if only for the fact those near by might be experiencing a bit of a headache. "And what exactly do I deserve to get punished for?" He mutters as he opens the door for her, letting her settle inside before he follows suit. Not at all ashamed when he starts palming himself through his slacks once he's given the driver directions back to Westchester.

"I haven't fucked anyone else for weeks."

"Because I was actually having a good time once my Frenchman came along and you ruined that. Raven grabs his wrist and holds onto it tightly, making sure that he can't stroke himself. "Or maybe just because I said so." Mostly just because she says so. He has been good lately, at least when it comes to her, though she is surprised that he hasn't slept with anyone.

"You sure you don't want to go home with someone from back in the party?" Although now they're already gone and she's slipping her hand into his slacks.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Diplomacy at its best

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject