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[log] pleased to meet you

It isn't easy, planning around Argine's health. Now and then, after all, she simply can't keep an appointment, simply needs to stop and sit, simply stops being a Ten and a mother and becomes a woman struggling against her own mortality. There's a good deal of hoping when it comes to setting dinner dates. A good deal of hoping in general.

But tonight was going to go well. The date had been set a week in advance, and was going to stick. The former Queen has been resting all day, her former Ace hovering and attending with nervous energy. The kitchens had been more than happy to pull together an early meal for three, to drag a table up to Argine's quarters and find a comfortable chair for the woman to rest easy in during an extended conversation. Everything is falling into place. Eileen should be ecstatic.

Is, in some ways. And is also starting to get ridiculously nervous, the way a young person gets when introducing their significant other to their only living parent.

So as the hour draws near, Eileen worries. Frets. Helps her mother pull herself properly into the semblance of the regal woman she used to be and get her settled in at the table. Argine's tsk is soft as she smooths her daughter's cheek, tells her to run along and get ready, not worry so much about an old woman.

She barely sees herself in the mirror as she throws on a bit of makeup, runs her hands through her hair ineffectually and calculates that she doesn't actually have enough time to change out of her usual fare.

Goes to loiter nervously at the door and wait for CJ to arrive. Maybe stealing a kiss before bringing him in will soothe her jangling.

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There's a tiny spark of laughter as his lips brush her nose, face cracking into a somehow brighter smile.

"So what, will you bring me food in my office? Come give me kisses so I don't have to leave my work? Are you going to enable me to work into the wee hours of the morning with your TLC?"

More likely he meant dragging her off when she needed to be resting, but such was life. A girl could dream.

He grins, thinking about it "Yeah, maybe. Lunch, sure, kisses, definitely. But no working late, I'll come kidnap you so you can sleep in bed with me, and we can have dinner together somewhere that isn't your desk. I'll make sure you get enough sleep and enough food, and enough hugs and kisses to make you operate at full capacity."

A soft series of kisses down her arm. "Maybe I'll stay a three. The less I'm stuck behind a desk, the more I'll be able to make sure you're not stuck behind one either."

How can she argue with sleeping in a bed with him? It's something she wants now, let alone in the indistinct future when they've had four years of not seeing each other every day.

It does not, however, stop her lower lip getting caught briefly between her teeth. "Would you be happy? Being a Three your whole life?"

Explain to the girl who knows nearly everything but the normalcy of being a person who wants happiness rather than to slave under work forever.

He kisses that soft, adorable mouth, smiling against it. "I'll be happy, as long as we're together. And, well, maybe I'll need to have a higher rank, so I can make more money. Maybe not. But as long as you're doing what you love, and I'm with you. I'll be happy. Promise."

He chuckled "My family isn't as big on rank as yours. We just have to be good people, work hard at whatever we chose to do, and make lots of babies."

He leans closer, brushing lips to lips "...I want to practice making babies with you." Just practice, just the sexy times, without the added responsibility.

That's what she should want too, isn't it? Be together with the person she loved, have the money to be comfortable, enjoy her work and be a good human being?

But he loves her just the way she is, despite the fact that she needed more of top of that. Couldn't be all bad.

Particularly not when he came out with things like that. Bursting into laughter with her lips to his is not an unfamiliar sensation--quite a nice one, really. "I'm sorry, you want to 'practice making babies' with me. What, here in the park?"

People want different things. That's what he wanted. She wanted to be Ace. Their wants were not mutually exclusive, and there was nothing wrong with her for wanting what she did.

"Yeah... you know..." he bites his lip, tightening his arms around her waist.

"No, but there's this tree I know of, outside this bedroom... I could probably find it in me to climb up there. And with these legs driving me crazy..." a hand rests on her knee "The idea just gets more and more appealing, because I can't say no to legs like this. Eileen..." mock seriousness "They're calling my name. I mean, look at them. They're perfect. When legs like this ask for something, you have to say yes. You just have to!"

"They're calling your name?" she snorts, shifting to nip lightly at his ear before uncurling her arms from his neck. "Just my legs? If I open my window tonight, are we going to have a dry run for making a big family, or are you just going to have a conversation with my gams, mm?"

It's not nice that she's got to roll her hips to stand up again, but it has to be done. She'll make it up to him when he climbs the tree tonight.

He groans, and stands up after her, hugging himself against her back and kissing her neck. "We might talk, maybe, but not with words. Maybe with my hands, like sign language. 'You're soft and beautiful, it's nice to touch you, please excuse me while I kiss my girlfriend'" he pantomimes, kissing her cheek and pressing close.

"It's not just your legs, either. But, well, they're the ones talking loudest just now."

It's lovely to be pressed against him, genuinely. It's just that it's lovelier to pull back and catch his hand, drag him properly toward the castle. Get them going toward that tree-climbing and leg-conversing.

"You're ridiculous, CJ. I hope you know that."

He follows after her, laughing, sighing with a 'too hot to handle' flip of his hand "Mmm, only because that mini skirt has my blood flowing in a direction that doesn't let me think straight. I'm usually less ridiculous than this."

"So is this how to take down the men standing between me and my dreams? Wear a short skirt?" Possibly overly cruel. It wasn't quite as bad with CJ, of course; he got to actually touch them after all the teasing and tormenting.

Touch all kinds of things, really.

"Probably, but I'm not sure I'd be happy with you using these kinds of tactics..." he makes a face, squeezing her hand and running ahead, pulling her after him "Maybe you can make it up to me, but I still won't like it in the morning."

She can't help herself. Having him speed up gets her competitive switch flicked on, despite the heels. Her hand jerks out of his so she can run more properly toward the castle, bright laugh on her lips.

"I don't know why you get so jealous."

He gasps, and isn't going to beat her. He doesn't care about beating her, so he runs after her, laughing "Because you're mine! I want you all to myself!"

Maybe it's not a real competition, but the endorphin hits are still there. The joy of running is clearly in place, and the exhilaration of doing well can't be taken away.

"But you have me all to yourself!" she calls back over her shoulder. "Always!"

He laughs, screaming "How can you run so fast in those heels and that skirt?!" and picks up the pace, catching up to her and reaching to grab her, to pick her up, to kiss her, something.

Instead, he decides to veer off, and head for the tree, calling out "Meet you there!" waving as he heads for the tree, wanting to be in her bedroom now, in her arms, kissing her, feeling those thighs that look even more delicious when she runs.

"Could tell you-- but I'd have t' kill you!" It's a shrieking sort of laugh as he catches up to her, scares her in the best way possible.

There's no need to respond when he veers off, however--just to get moving even faster, whip around the corner to dash into the castle and up the stairs. She'll be out of breath, heart pounding, when she finally slams into her own room, locks the door hastily behind herself and kicks off her shoes before flying to the window.

He's panting as he pulls himself up the tree, going faster than normal, almost slipping twice before he's at the top, straddling the branch and peering into her bedroom. He didn't have to run down hallways, or deal with doors. So he can see her in the dark, running through the door, taking off her shoes and running for the window.

His chest is heaving as he slaps at the window slightly, grinning hugely. He leans in to kiss the pane of glass and then to work his fingers at the base, to help her pull it up.

"Be patient," she laughs as she kneels on the bed, presses a kiss to the glass in return before undoing the latch to shimmy it open and tug him inside with her. "Honestly, CJ. You'd think I kept you waiting a year."

He climbs in, chuckling "For a guy, waiting for his girl, time moves different. It has been a year, since I last saw you in my brain."

He pushes the window down and wraps his arms around her, pushing back her soft curls as he leans in to kiss her firmly, hard, excited beyond reason by the adrenaline of chasing her and the anticipation heightened by climbing up the tree.

There's no need to respond, surely. Not with words, at any rate. Much, much better to respond with her body, her lips, her softly contented sigh against his lips.

And it's to easy to kiss him with a fantastic passion, to catch hold of his shirt so she can drag him down with her onto the bed properly, lips locked and legs hooking around his waist, keeping him pressed flush against her body. She only needs a few breaths to nip his lower lip, murmur softly, "Just-- not too loud-- okay?"

He mmms and falls with her, letting go so he can pull his blazer off, laying with her as they kiss and her amazing legs hug around him. "Yeah-- yeah... silent, so silent. You too." He smiles, against her mouth, because she's the one who tended to scream when they did it. He pushes the blazer to the corner against the wall, where he can find it later.

Finally FINALLY alone, he can rub his hands along her soft, bare thighs, groping them happily while he pecks and nuzzles at her mouth, and then down to her throat, to bite softly, and suck the way she likes it, a tiny bit painful. His fingers brush under the tight hem of her skirt, kneading the tops of her thighs, panting "Dios..." he murmurs, touching her always made his heart beat so incredibly fast.

Her laughter is half-purred against his lips before he drops to her throat. It turns more into a soft moan at the light nibbling against her skin, nails digging briefly into his shoulders as she arches her neck for him.

"I always... try, mo chuisle," she gasps, thighs squeezing his hips before her own lift slightly to help his fingers nudge the fabric of her skirt higher. "It's just... you do things to me, nn...?"

Wonderful, wonderful things. Things she wouldn't want any other man in the world to do to her.

That moan is simply perfect, and he grins, shifting to the other side, except her shirt is just so... not helpful for leaving hickeys where people won't see them. "Should I not do those things?" he teases, before he fumbles with the many buttons of her shirt, kissing her on the mouth while he works her top open.

With those thighs squeezing about him, he can't help but writhe between them, pushing against her body eagerly. "mmmph, Eileen, it feels like forever since the last time." He breathes against her mouth, tugging her lip with his teeth, as he struggles to get that shirt untucked, to press his fingers along her stomach and slowly grope her breasts through her bra.

"Please don't stop," she murmurs back as her fingers manage to let go of his back, squirm instead between them to help with a few of her own buttons before moving to fumble with his. "Don't... ever stop, CJ."

She'd go crazy if he ever stopped kissing her. Marking the skin just below her collar line. Arching against her and bringing friction between their bodies. Wanting to press her down against the bed like this. Loving her, really.

"Just... promise we'll get... a condom if things get, y'know," she adds, voice caught in a soft gasp. "We're just practicing, nn?"

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