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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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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.)

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20cent_outlaw
2020-06-25 11:23 pm UTC (link)

Much had done well on his own, Leila would reward him if he kept this string of impressive moves. It was the first time in a long time that a man (other than Robin Hood) had her attention.

If she knew he'd blown his entire bit of money on her, well, she'd be sure he found it well worth his time (granted she felt she would do that anyway). He was going all out with what he had, and that was more meaningful than him trying to sell her with fancy restaurants or gifts. He was selling himself, and that was exactly what she wanted. As long as he continued to show her this side, the more she would willingly open up for him.

She walked towards the kitchen to get a set of wine glasses. She came back over to sit on one of the floor pillows (ladylike with her legs to the side so he had a clear view of them) and put the glasses on the table. She handed him the cork screw, "It better be a good year." She nodded to the bottle.

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	muchofamuchness 2020-06-25 11:32 pm UTC (link)
	"We can make it a good year," Much said with confidence, because sometimes the only thing you could do about a wine was believe in it. He poured them both a glass, because she seemed to like him taking the lead (another surprising thing about her) and held out his glass for a toast. "To proving myself?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	20cent_outlaw 2020-06-25 11:39 pm UTC (link)
	She let the glass clank against his with a smile. "I'll toast to that,' letting the wine coat her throat. Surprise, surprise, little man knew how to find good wine. She swallowed nearly all of it, just to numb those little butterflies in her stomach. She nudged him with her foot. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

muchofamuchness
2020-06-25 11:45 pm UTC (link)

Phew Much thought, tasting the wine. He'd picked it because it was not as cheap as the cheapest, but was the cheapest that had a gold sticker on it, and was relieved it had earned its sticker. "We need to save a little, I'm going to introduce it to the venison," he said, nudging her back with his own foot, unable to hide the smile or triggered. "Are you hungry?"

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	20cent_outlaw 2020-06-25 11:48 pm UTC (link)
	It was really difficult to decide what she wanted from him first, but she told herself, like the wine, he needed to save it. "Starving," she said with a little wiggle of her nose as she smiled. She'd reward him after. There those little anxious butterflies were again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	muchofamuchness 2020-06-25 11:57 pm UTC (link)
	"I'll get in the kitchen then," he grinned, but had to lean over to kiss her first - that wrinkling nose! The actual cutest. He wouldn't have thought, even a few days ago, that she could be this adorable. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	20cent_outlaw 2020-06-26 12:04 am UTC (link)
	She kept him right there for a moment, returning that sweet kiss, her hand on his jaw. "Don't be gone too long, I'm not sending a search party." Her subtle way of telling him she wanted a little more of this. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

muchofamuchness
2020-06-26 12:31 am UTC (link)

Much grinned and gave her another quick kiss, then had to restrain himself from, like, skipping to the kitchen. He set one of her stove elements on high and dug around for a pan, seasoning the meat as the oil started to heat, chatting over his shoulder as he did it - a story about one particularly hard winter in Sherwood where there'd been no deer - not even any rabbits - for weeks, and he'd convinced the guys that he'd managed to find one, but really the entire stew was full of rats. "This is probably not an appetising story..." he realised, at the end of it, looking over his shoulder at her. "I promise I'm not feeding you rats."

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20cent_outlaw
2020-06-26 12:36 am UTC (link)

She leaned her head against her hand with her elbow on the table watching him settle into cooking. It was an attractive thing for a man to know how to cook. The one's these days would rather that be "women's work". Her upper lip did twist at the mention of rat stew, but surprisingly enough she was more interested in just hearing his stories.

"You wouldn't be getting another kiss from me if you were feeding me rats." Her stories with Robin were her own. Many of the men, most of them actually had no recollection of her. She wasn't as dated as they were, so really her only connections were through Robin alone. "What would you have done had I been in your camp in those early years. As this." Not as the man she was created from.

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muchofamuchness
2020-06-26 12:50 am UTC (link)

"Ah, but only if you knew it was rats," he said, pointing his spatula at her with a cheeky glint in his eye. No one had complained about the stew when they'd been eating it. The whole best part of that night had been when Will found the pile of rat skeletons in the privy. Much hadn't been able to stop laughing, even through the headlock.

He looked at her thoughtfully as the meat seared, thinking about her question. "Probably fed you rats with the rest of them - hey, they were bloody well perfectly seasoned!" he defended his old self. "I don't know - were you exactly like you are now?"

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	20cent_outlaw 2020-06-26 01:03 am UTC (link)
	"You have a point," she snuck in a little bit more of the wine into her glass and started sipping it hopefully before he noticed. She looked down for a moment, her thick lashes sitting so perfectly on those soft cheeks. "I wasn't. I do sometimes wish I wasn't the only one to remember what I do---" her stories were so short. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	muchofamuchness 2020-06-26 01:09 am UTC (link)
	Much flipped the venison over, searing the venison on its other wise, the kitchen filled with the rich smell of browning meat. "Well, tell me your stories," he said, as this sounded like a perfectly reasonable solution. "Then I'll remember them too." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

20cent_outlaw
2020-06-26 01:27 am UTC (link)

If he was trying to get her to melt, he'd succeeded and she put her hand over her her mouth to hide from that pesky blush that kept coating her cheeks every time he did something she liked.

Her brows creased as she tried to compile some sort of answer. "They're a bit muddled sometimes as I was a bloke for the first half of it." She rubbed her chin, "Once Robin tried to square off with me. I had two swords then, and we were horsing around, he didn't quite get how I could wear so much leather ans still swing them. He had those buckskins and he split them right at the seams and started laughing so hard he couldn't get off the ground. He said that maybe I had the right idea about leather, and he had to wear my tunic back to the camp to hide his naked arse." She chuckled. That was one of them, but she had her girl stories too.

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muchofamuchness
2020-06-26 01:34 am UTC (link)

Much burst out laughing, delighted. He loved Robin, but he loved stories of Robin embarrassing himself even more, some days. "Haha, the number of times that prat's tried to prove himself against one of us," he said, plating up the meat straight out of the pan. He bought the plates over to the low table she was sitting near, kneeling down on the cushions beside her. "Hope you didn't want vegetables..." he said. "Sometimes I forget they're a thing. More wine though? There's grapes in it. That's like a vegetable."

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20cent_outlaw
2020-06-26 01:46 am UTC (link)

"He's a twig and still manages to puff himself up like a balloon." He was a show off, but despite any physical disadvantages, Robin stuck it out when it counted. He never left a man behind, and when he could share his ideology of freedom and equality, he did, it was how the man was able to have so many of them up under his wing. Robin saw it as they were the ones that made 'Robin Hood'. The name applied to all of them, not just Robin himself, and it was something to be admired. "That admirable little git."

She hummed and smiled with wanton eyes. "I will take more wine." The venison smelled absolutely fantastic, and she'd let him know if it was any good or needed to be thrown in the trash. She smiled and scooted in closer. She loved her heels but after a few bites of food, she nudged his leg with hers, perfectly at home with wanting him to take her shoes off. They were strappy things, and sitting so intimately on a floor of plush pillows, well best to get comfortable.