Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-06-20 07:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, aspel cassul, saeed haddad |
I know all the lines to say, The part I’m expected to play, But in the reflection I am worlds away..
Who: Aspel & Saeed
What: Drinks & Catching up~
Where: The Spoony Bard & Saeed's house!
When: BACKDATED: June 19th!
Rating: PG-13.... Implied sexual situation, yo.
Status: Complete!
The idea of Saeed being back in town was exciting - in more ways than one - as she had not seen him in so long. Even the mere idea of what the poor man had been through over the course of the past six months caused Aspel to want to douse him in as much alcohol as he could take, and dictate to him all of her funniest stories. Taking care of a dying relative, well… She had never done it, but the smith couldn’t imagine what it must feel like at all. Though… Having seen to dying comrades in the field, Aspel had a feeling she could guess. Regardless, she’d been so excited by the notion of catching up with him, of the absent minded flirting they used to engage in - there would be no expectations, no negative history, no… Nothing there - the good fun they always had, and perhaps even a bit of philosophical conversation… Well, Aspel had missed it all so. The easy flirting she had with Ari felt like it was now filled with silent anxiety and expectations. Jareth was not a man of philosophy. Drake could hold conversations for hours, but… There was just this sadness to him now when he saw her that she just… Didn’t know how to fix. Then things with Mag, and Vivi… Well… Maybe with him she could just escape everything her world had turned into, even if it was only just for a little bit. With that single thought, that strange string of hope that she quickly found herself unintentionally clinging to, Aspel found herself at The Spoony Bard thirty minutes before their meeting was even supposed to commence. With a glance at her communicator she found an appropriate seat, somewhere where they could view the entertainment, listen to the music, but it would still be quiet enough to hear each other talk over the background noise, and set in to ordering drinks. So what if she had a few before Saeed got there? Not like this was a normal night anyway. If it was, she’d already would have had at least two or three glasses of mead on average by now. The journey from Ordalia to Emillion felt shorter than the trip out. He was anxious to return. He lived more of his life in Emillion than he did in Ordalia when he thought about it, and there was a life there for him. A job, friends, and even some family, though he didn't see his uncle as often as he would when he was a squire. Thankfully, his uncle was understanding of his sporadic visits, one of which happened immediately upon Saeed's arrival into the city. Six months was a long time, and the city seemed to have suffered a bit from events that his uncle was quick to divulge. But there were a few faces that Saeed looked forward to seeing once more, and one of those was Aspel Cassul. A good friend to him and someone he admired. Saeed often saw something admirable in most people, which was probably why he didn't carry grudges or have quarrels often, if at all. As he entered The Spoony Bard, walking in right on time, he glanced about and finally spotted Aspel with a drink already in hand. Clearly Saeed had been out of town and somewhere sunny. His skin kissed by the sun to a shade or two darker than usual with a bronzy glow and his hair, in contrast, a bit lighter than usual. The Ordalian desert sun was unforgiving for those unaccustomed to it, but for Saeed, it was greeting an old friend who enveloped him in a warm embrace. "Started without me?" he asked as he took a seat next to her and looked her over, "As beautiful as ever." Saeed giving compliments wasn't anything new, since he gave them freely, but he always meant them, and Aspel was and remained a beautiful woman. And it wasn't like he'd never said that sort of thing to her before. “Ah, I fear I have.” A soft smile was offered to him in return, the hand holding her glass gestured with absently as it was raised towards him, and she scooted towards him a bit so that it was easier to lean over, and place a kiss against his cheek in greeting without a second thought. She always kissed Vivi and Mag on the cheek, along with others, so why not Saeed as well? Surely she must have done it to him before. “Forgive me?” Her tone came off more than a bit playful, teasing in its own right - as she quirked an eyebrow in his direction without a thought. “If for some reason you feel you are unable, you must let me know what I can do to…” A pause as she dragged the sentence out intentionally, the smirk growing easily as the glass of mead was raised to partly cover the look. “change your mind, no?” Saeed's mouth tugged to a smile in the direction of the cheek she kissed in greeting. He didn't give her an immediate answer, but left it with a smile. Finally she brought a chuckle to his lips that came out deep and low, "I don't know. I've been slighted. We in Ordalia don't take well to people starting without us when it comes to drinking." He reached out to let his hand wrap around hers, gently, but with a subtle firmness to it, "I think perhaps sharing what you have there would be enough to make me slightly less offended." His fingers curled the glass next, but slightly entwined with hers when he did so. Saeed tended to react to people more than act, but he wasn't blind to flirtations directed at him, even those in Aspel's stylings. “Is that all it takes to win back an Ordalian?” There was a flirtation in there, a challenge of sort mixed in with a simple tease as her eyes watched as he took her hand, moving it so that he may also take a drink from her cup. “Pity, I thought it may be a bit more…” Aspel intentionally let her sentence drop off, eyes lingering over Saeed’s features a moment as a subdued, yet still wicked, smirk began to pull at her lips. “challenging than that.” With those words, the smith shifted, pulling her glass back from Saeed, and taking a sip of her own. "Not always, but it's a start," Saeed smiled disarmingly, "and a good way to begin negotiations for forgiveness." He took the glass from her, but left her hand on it, his lips pressing onto the glass to take a hearty gulp of it, and that his bottom lip much graze over her fingers. He drew back and then she brought it to her to partake once more. The bartender came by and asked him what he wanted, Saeed's eyes didn't leave Aspel as he said, "Whatever the councillor is having." The bartender went to prepare the drink and Saeed said, "Back in my father's inn, sometimes wandering knights would engage each other in battle over such a small offense. Perhaps it might be necessary here if your time in the council has not taken away your ferocity in my absence." He knew from their previous sparring before the power Aspel wielded. It made her a terrifying adversary, but excellent for training as a friend. Some people ran away from fear seeing her fight, whereas Saeed often watched her with fascination. “A start, you say?” Aspel quirked an eyebrow at him once again, a smirk rising to her lips. He didn’t know of her rumors, of her death, of her Fell abilities, of her complicated relationships with… Faram knew who all anymore. “And might you have suggestions on where the start may go after it has begun?” A curious lilt to her voice as Aspel had always rather enjoyed games. Aspel never would get completely used to being addressed as ‘councilor’ it still seemed rather odd, and didn’t entirely resonate with who she perceived herself to be inside her own head. The smith shifted, leaning to press her body against Saeed’s a bit as she gestured towards the waiter. “Simply bring a bottle, please.” A brief bow of her head was given to the server before her attention turned back to Saeed once again. “I believe it will suit us much better, no?” A bemused scoff escaped her lips as he questioned her ability for combat. Adjusting her positioning in her seat, an elbow came to rest upon the table, and her chin came to be cupped in her hand. “Have you forgotten with whom you speak?” Saeed glanced at Aspel as she spoke to the bartender, his lips parting into a smile. The closeness of her reminded him of other times she'd been that close to him. Granted most of them were in combat, but it was not an unpleasant position to be in. He then let a low chuckle rumble under his breath, "I might be inclined to agree with you." His eyes roaming over her form as she sat back. "I don't know, Aspel," Saeed feigned skepticism, "It's been six months. A lot can happen in six months and a lot could be lost in that time as well. I don't think you'd fight any less skillfully, but perhaps without the same energy?" He was teasing, obviously, because her close proximity a moment before told him that she hadn't gotten soft over that time, and he doubted that someone like Aspel would lose her edge. In fact, she probably sharpened it. His hand went to rest on the bar, fingers touching over her elbow and he leaned in, "Do we put it to the test?" Though from the way he said it sounded like he could be suggesting sparring or something very different, though perhaps not all that different. “Might? Not able to hold your liquor anymore, Saeed?” A challenging tease as she tossed him an amused - yet playful - smirk. Though, his continuation on her abilities caused that amused, and playful look to lessen, though something more assured would rise in its place. “You would be correct, my energy upon the field has changed a bit.” The smile faltered for a moment before coming back full again. “I use a sledgehammer now, and I fear the knight in shining armor is no more.” She was trying to remain good humored, trying to continue to play along, but… She couldn’t help the slightly serious tone that crept in around the edges. Thankfully, around the edges would be the only place it would remain when it brought up another question, this one seeming… Of a lot more interesting sort. “I would not know, should we?” Though, there was no indication of displeasure, or disagreement with the thought in her tone, or body language at all. In fact, if anything, she was more so challenging him once again. Saeed noted that shift in that smile. Something did change, according to what she said, he could take that much away, but whatever it was didn't look like it would take the main subject of conversation. He wasn't the type to pry and only allowed those conversations to happen when a person left an invitation for him to ask more. There didn't seem to be one there, so he took it as something that Aspel would speak of when ready or she would not speak of it at all. If not at all, well, it wasn't his business to know. "I believe it might prove necessary," he said, "Very few people travel through the inn, and none quite like you, Aspel. Perhaps I noted your absence more than you were aware of mine." He smiled again in that disarming way. He had missed a great deal about Emilion though. The saying "you can't go home again" was now something he experienced and could attest to. He then leaned his head to the side a bit, taking a glass of wine placed nearby, "You say the place and we head there immediately. We can take the bottle with us." Another vague offer, but more feeling out where she wanted this to go. They could take it to the sparring halls or somewhere else. Needless to say, he would have preferred the latter, as Aspel, and he no longer felt the long list of items telling him why it couldn't go there if she were to be interested. “Ah, but how could I ever be unaware of yours?” Another easy compliment and flirtation rolled into one with a slightly sly smile beginning to take over. Yet, when Saeed placed his offer upon the table so simply, so directly, it caused Aspel to quirk a brow. Pausing, her head canted, eyes dipping down to her wine glass, a fingertip falling to the rim, and beginning to run easily around the circular circumference it presented to amuse herself with, thoughts visibly ticking away underneath the momentarily wordless exterior. After a beat her eyes raised up to look at him, her head still canted slightly down, as Aspel attempted to repress the sly smile that was quickly beginning to form once more. “And if I say your quarters?” Another challenge of sorts, but at the same time this one held a certain promise to it which was reflected in her tone. Now, to see the outcome of such question, assuming he’d be willing to follow through at all. Saeed waited and watched from where he sat. He could see a smile threatening at her mouth and then she spoke. Yes, a challenge, and a question instead of an answer. He took a long drink of his wine and then he said, "Then I would suggest that we leave promptly." Yes, he was a little surprised by what that implied, but he wasn't the sort to back down. Not to a challenge and not to the suggestion made by an attractive woman. "So, after you?" he asked, his fingers wrapping around the neck of the bottle. He wasn't joking about taking the bottle with them, because it'd be a waste otherwise. Their conversation certainly escalated quickly, but given where it was going, Saeed could care less if it did. The proposition caused a bit of surprise, honestly, some little part of her hadn’t expected this to be nearly that easy, but at the same time… “Then move we shall.” Aspel shifted, removing herself carefully from the table, and noting that the man beside her had snatched up the bottle of mead. A soft smile was offered to him as she shifted, threading her arm through his as they left the bar. “You must forgive me.” A beat. “I fear I do not recall precisely the direction from here in which you live.” The smile offered then was a bit sheepish, but surely he would have no issue with leading the way. In fact, it wouldn’t be long at all before Aspel found herself outside the door to his quarters, and then was being shown inside. Letting a moment pass to glance over the place, and allow him to gather his bearings for whatever he may need to do - lock the door perhaps? - Aspel shifted, turning her attention back onto him, and stepped forward, a hand smoothing over his shoulder before snaking up his neck to allow fingers to weave into his hair so that it would allow her easier access to lean in for a kiss. The door clicked shut behind the two of them and he had yet to turn on a light when he felt Aspel's skin over his, drawing him into which he responded with a kiss as his fingers, still lingering over the lock, switched it shut. Saeed did it out of habit and expectation, though no one really took it upon themselves to try to thieve him. Saeed kept his home simple and the most expensive thing in the home was likely the very thing that he would use to ward off any intruders. His mouth took hers captive, eagerly partaking of the offering and with the door locked it freed his hands to find more tempting surfaces to explore. His hands found her waist, drawing her against him in a controlled ferocity, but turning to sort of pull her with him as he walked, navigating his way expertly on a darkened path leading toward his room. "Watch out," he warned and had to push her against a wall in order to avoid a side table. A deep moan was given into the kiss as he pulled her close. Aspel did have a rather… Strong preference for things being a bit on the forceful side in some instances, and tonight that seemed to align perfectly with her desires. However, the lead given through the apartment would be followed until she found herself pushed against a wall. Shifting, she would grasp at whatever she could of Saeed and attempt to pull him closer in. “Here seems a perfectly good spot to begin, no?” The words were nearly purred into his ear as she shifted to press her body against his, and fingers stroked along the collar line of his shirt. If not stopped they would continue to to pluck at the first button of his shirt if not stopped, and the inside of one of Aspel’s legs would stroke up over his outer leg, and side before coming to rest hooked around his hip. "But a terrible place to finish," he chuckled softly and allowed her to undo the front of his shirt, not caring if they really did start here or anywhere else. There were plenty of surfaces, both horizontal and vertical, at their disposal. Not necessarily as soft as a bed, but sex didn't have to be on a bed with rose petals and gentility. His fingers found the hem of her shirt and quickly went to removing it, seeming intent on undressing her before she could do the same to her. His mouth dipped down to take hers captive again and steadying her with a hand firmly grasping her thigh. Well toned muscle there. The figure of a woman, but a woman that could probably break someone with those thighs without much effort. Saeed found that strangely alluring and raked his fingernails down the back of it, even if she still wore her pants. Saeed went from her lips to her throat, placing bruising kisses along her jaw and then her neck, before going to work her slacks off. She was wearing too much fabric for what they wanted to do. |