Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-03-18 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, aspel cassul, drake liu |
Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun….
Who: Aspel & Drake.
What: Equipment Concerns.
Where: Drake’s Desk office in Bahamut Hall. (SORRYNOT!SORRY! BRAM!)
When: Today!
Rating: PG-13.... Ish? (TW: Implications of sex.)
Status: Complete!
It had been… Almost four days. Counting day to day. It was merely an hour or so away. Less than two days since… The thought was tossed aside. They weren’t the same. With that thought in mind Aspel had given in around lunch. They had things to speak of anyway, and certainly, if they addressed business it could be forgotten. Which was a terrible lie she told herself as she casually slipped down the hallway between her office and Drake’s. Really, by the time she’d made it to his office, and even gave a soft knock at the door, she’d nearly convinced herself of it. For Aspel Cassul, that was easy, she often twisted lies into her perceived notion of reality, of what she wanted or needed it to be. Mostly needed, and Faram did she need. However, there was no reply, no call back, no… Nothing. Which earned a slight quirk of one brow. Perhaps he had not heard? Or was he off for lunch? Another knock, this time louder which still earned no response. Pausing Apsel stepped forward, pushing the door open enough to peek inside, just to assure he hadn’t fallen asleep on his desk, and in fact he hadn’t. Well. After a moment’s consideration, Aspel slipped into his office, shutting the door behind her. If he was out to lunch - a glance at the clock was given - surely Drake would be returning soon if that were the time, and if he hadn’t gone off to lunch yet, he’d likely to stop into his office to check things before he left, no? The logic made perfect sense to her. Another lingering moment passed as a new consideration was given. Should she browse his bookshelf that she’d helped make to see what he’d populated it with? Make herself comfortable in one of the chairs in front of the desk? Go ahead and take his chair behind it? No, none of that seemed quite right. With that thought, and the perfect spot clearly available, Aspel moved, shifting herself up to sit on his desk, one leg easily crossing over the other. Certainly, he wouldn’t make her wait long, would he? One of these days, Drake was going to actually find a time to get away for an actual lunch. Not eat in his office, like he did every day. Except, of course, today. He’d forgotten his lunch at home, and had decided to make a quick run to a street vendor, grab something, and come back. Except, he’d gotten down the stairs in front of Bahamut when he’d realised that he’d forgotten his coin purse. There was no way he was getting anything to eat if he didn’t have anything to pay with. So, he’d turned around, gotten as far as the main entrance before someone stopped him to ask something about something - he really needed to pay more attention to people - and finally promised to find out whether or not the Guild had any policies in place for replacing the towels in the shower room. By the time he finally had a chance to get back to his office to retrieve his gil, the majority of his lunch break had passed. I think I still have cookies, he thought mournfully. With a sigh, he opened the door. To find Aspel. Sitting on his desk. Legs crossed at the knee. “Uh,” he said eloquently, pulling his eyes away from her legs. “Hi?” Aspel’s hands had folded easily in her lap, and when the door opened - a brief flash of panic occurred, what if it wasn’t him? - her gaze rose. A soft smile was offered up at him, with a definite relief that he, in fact, was the one to open the door, and not some random squire or other guild member. Faram, she needed to think these things through better sometimes. “Good day.” A bow of her head - slightly canted to one side - was offered with the words. “Would you care to discuss,” A pause. “some concerns I hold at this time?” Drake closed the door behind him and leaned against it. “Some concerns, huh?” he repeated. Faram, how many buttons were undone on her shirt? And why was she sitting on his desk? That just made him remember the week before, when he’d gone to convince her that going with him to see…. Oh. But that had been a one-time thing, hadn’t it? And he hadn’t even meant for that to happen. Not that he was going to argue if that’s why she was here, but. He pushed away from the door and slowly started to cross the room. “Concerns about what?” “Equipment durability.” Were the first - perhaps a bit too quick - words out of her mouth… Even if there were others she felt may be much more interesting, or… Beneficial for her current state. “There has been mention, and discussion, that I have encountered in which it would seem that our…” Faram why did her mind have to…. “equipment, is perhaps not holding up as well as it ought.” Another pause as she considered the options which could be ventured into. “Our discussion of the training equipment aside, which we both know to be of concern, I must wonder if the rest of our supplies would hold up equally well. Many of our guild do not know their own strength, and it would be a….” Her words died off. Faram, where was she going with this? “terrible waste if we had to reinvest every few months on even simple things, no?” Drake frowned. “So, you want to what? Test the pens?” That seemed like a waste of time - they just threw them out when there was no more ink. Or they just refilled the ink. “I mean, I guess I’m not sure what else it was that you wanted to check?” There had to be something that he was missing - he just didn’t know what it was. Hopefully, Aspel would enlighten him. “Ah.” And how was…. Faram. “Or perhaps,” Where was she… “We could test something else.” Aspel couldn’t help but pause, feeling internal urges needling away at her. If she could just… “Perhaps the desk, as a point with which to start.” And that was it, she’d gone and done it. With that, Aspel shifted, hands unfolding from her lap as she put her them behind her, leaning back with legs uncrossing to allow her calves coming to rest against the front of his desk while eyes scanned down over Drake. “Uh.” Man, he was eloquent today. “The desk. Right. We should test the desk.” At this point, his brain had caught up with the rest of him and he was standing in front of Aspel, leaning over and putting his hands on either side of her hips. Faram, if he was wrong about this…. “Do you have any particular way to test it in mind?” Without waiting for a response, he kissed her. If she didn’t have anything in mind, well. He did. He did, indeed. The kiss was met with equal fervor, and broken off as she grabbed at the collar of his shirt, pulling him in so that his body began to press against hers while heated words were breathed in his ear. “Yes, but I fear they are few.” Was all she managed before teeth would scrape over the lobe of his ear. Later on, he would be pleased to report that the desk held up to rigorous testing. |