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20cent_outlaw (20cent_outlaw) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2020-06-24 20:14:00

Current mood:	anxious
Current music:	"Maybe, I" by Des Rocs
Entry tags:	much the miller's son, the saracen

Who: Much + The Saracen
What: Date Number 2!
When: Wednesday night
Where: Mmmmm dinner and more kisses + smexy

Leila hadn't given too much of herself away, as their first date had it's challenges. It was a thrill and she was still fanning herself over the way that boy could kiss. She wasn't used to men sticking around for the demands a woman like her brought to the table. Most saw a gorgeous woman, wanted a taste and were quick to back out when she proved to be a lot more than they were willing to put in.

She rarely got to spend a night in her own apartment herself always out on the road for the newest hit, the life of a bounty hunter came with it's own set of challenges. She was free tonight, and fully intended to enjoy herself. She shifted a few pillows on the floor with her Moroccan style living room. It might have held all the color in the room, but her white dress was the perfect offset. She'd gone on their first date with leather and full of steam, but this was a little less intense. She still had all the curves to fill every inch of that fabric with a little peek-a-boo at the chest. It would make dinner a little more interesting, and see how long Much could stand it before his hands were all over her.

She watched the clock, fully expecting him to be on time, and not a second later. She might even have expected him a little early, he seemed rather excited about getting out of work at 6:00 pm. She was anticipating it herself.

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	muchofamuchness 2020-06-25 12:50 am UTC (link)
	Much didn't actually know what time it was, he'd put his head down and beelined towards the butcher then beelined toward Leila's place - checking the time would have wasted it. He landed in her doorstep, took a breath to settle himself (and rake a hand through his hair, make sure it was falling the way he wanted it to) before knocking. (Reply to this) (Thread)

20cent_outlaw
2020-06-25 01:02 am UTC (link)

He was precisely ten minutes late, longer than that she would have locked her door or kicked him right in the nuts. She'd told him once she didn't like to wait.

The door flung open and she stood there for a moment taking in his presence, giving him a good eyeful, and then tilted her head. "No flowers?" she teased finally removing herself from the doorway so he could come inside.

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muchofamuchness
2020-06-25 12:29 pm UTC (link)

Leila might have been going for less intense with her choice of look, but the white dress against her skin looked incredible - or maybe her skin looked incredible against the dress? Either way - the effect she'd created, haloed by the light spilling out of her apartment, was a powerful one.

But shit - should he have bought flowers? Honestly the thought had never crossed his mind.

"No..." Much said, with a little smile, testing the waters - am I going to get away with this? He lifted the bag in his hand, and a hopeful, questioning eyebrow as he stepped into the apartment. "But I did bring you a large amount of meat?"

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20cent_outlaw
2020-06-25 01:21 pm UTC (link)

She tilted her head and looked down to the bag (though her eyes scanned him and then back to his face). "That's not how you say hello to a girl, little man." She gave him her own tiny smile (more smirk than smile) and shut the door behind him. He hadn't even paid her a compliment yet.

Leila's hands went to her hips. "You said you could cook, I want to see what you're capable of----" her voice trailed off and her eyes looked down again, "with your big bag of meat."

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muchofamuchness
2020-06-25 01:33 pm UTC (link)

"Isn't it?" he returned her smirk - though his was more smile than smirk - and his eyes were drawn to her hips as she moved her hands to rest on her curves, and oh boy, his hands wanted to follow them. He slid his free arm through the diamond created between her arm and her body, splayed his hand on her back and pulled them together. "Hello," he said, his face inches from hers. "You look stunning."

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20cent_outlaw
2020-06-25 06:24 pm UTC (link)

His compliments came from somewhere sincere. She was a good looking woman, but few men paid her the attention with real admiration. Much had no qualms about making her feel deserved.

He had a strange way of making her blush. She might punch him later for that. He pulled her in and that body heat radiated between them. She liked the way this man took charge. Her hands lifted off her waist and around his neck, pulling him to her lips for a delicious appetizer.

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muchofamuchness
2020-06-25 06:58 pm UTC (link)

Much closed his eyes and kissed her, drawn in by the warmth of her and wondering if she'd complain if he dropped the bag on the floor so he could wrap that hand around her too. Probably, probably he shouldn't start dumping meat around. There'd be opportunities for more kisses, both-hands kisses, later, he hoped. For now he pulled back slightly and smiled at her, the smiling turning proud of itself at the color in her cheeks. "Are you blushing?" He teased, testing the waters here to; could she take teasing as well as she could dish it out?

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	20cent_outlaw 2020-06-25 07:07 pm UTC (link)
	Oh he was pressing buttons now wasn’t he? She touched her cheek and they were definitely hot. She smacked his shoulder and put up a warning finger. “I’ll smack your arse too when you turn around for that.” She was such a ‘one of the boys’ kind of girl, it was always a little surprising how much he reminded her she was a woman. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	muchofamuchness 2020-06-25 07:15 pm UTC (link)
	Much winced and laughed at she hit him, so used to acting this way with the others - okay, not quite this way, it had to be said. There wasn't usually any kissing involved with the others. "Promise?" He asked her, biting his still-grinning lip. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	20cent_outlaw 2020-06-25 08:31 pm UTC (link)
	“Walk away and find out,” she whispered, she raised her brow as he turned and she did give him a nice smack on the butt. She sauntered toward the kitchen, starving, but also a tad anxious, anticipating his cooking as much as she was the kisses to follow. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

muchofamuchness
2020-06-25 09:12 pm UTC (link)

Oh Much was definitely going to find more ways to tease her again if that was her reaction. If he hadn't had a plan to cook dinner, he would have found a way to carry it on - he wondered if she'd take being pinned up against the wall as well as she'd taken being pressed up against the window?

But they'd never get to eat, if he went down that track yet. And he did want to feed her, as much as he wanted to kiss her.

“So I thought – venison,” he said, opening the bag on the bench she'd pointed him toward. “I thought: hark back to the old days, eat some deer. Then I thought, I don’t know enough about you, and the old days, and if deer had anything to do with it. Then I thought, you’re overthinking dinner, Much. Then there was a woman behind me getting very pushy about wanting her pork sausages so I bought the venison and scarpered.” He’d also thought, this is expensive and almost the last of my paycheck, but he hadn't let that stop him. Much wasn't very good at letting things stop him.

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20cent_outlaw
2020-06-25 09:48 pm UTC (link)

He sure talked a lot, she liked hearing what he had to say. “If you had been any later I would have locked you out. You’d have to know the password to get in.” She smiled. “You have a lot to prove little man. If you cook as well as you kiss, I might give you dessert.” She paused. “Depends on how long you intend on staying to keep me company.” She hopes for the entire night. She would give him every reason to come back.

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muchofamuchness
2020-06-25 10:03 pm UTC (link)

Much lifted his chin when she said he had a lot of prove - challenge accepted. Especially at the promise of dessert. And staying. And making up for being late. All of it sounded very, very nice, and if she was going to keep calling him a good kisser too then even better. "I hope I can convince you not to lock me out," he said, raising his eyebrows as he pulled out another offering; a bottle of red wine.

The wine really had been the last of his money. He’d be alright, though, payday wasn’t too many days off, he had his place at Tuck’s, and he’d wanted to bring wine. He wanted things to be special, it felt like things should be special. He’d even thought about asking Alan for a second, but only a second; he didn’t think Alan’s advice would be relevant here.

Besides, he’d done perfectly fine on his own last time! (Much could not stop thinking about that kiss. Apart from when he was thinking about the Sheriff. But aside from that. The way she held onto him. The little glimpse of softness in her face which had surprised him – not the fact that she could be soft, but that fact he’d been allowed to witness it. He wanted to witness it again, he wanted to see what other aspects of her he’d be allowed to meet. Tonight wasn’t just about where his hands were allowed to go.)