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Tweak says, "Bingo!"

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 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.

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muchofamuchness
2020-06-26 01:59 am UTC (link)

Much was a fast eater, and usually a chatty eater, though tonight he was at least managing to be aware of it and not talk with his mouth full, like some kind of gentleman. Besides - the venison was good, and he was pleased with himself for how it turned out. When she nudged him with her foot, he abandoned his knife and dropped his hand down onto her bare leg. "Happy with dinner, then?" he asked, stroking her skin with his thumb.

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20cent_outlaw
2020-06-26 02:03 am UTC (link)

She took another quite big bite, still chewing when he asked how she liked it, like a waiter that would always swing around to ask about the food when you hadn't even swallowed. She nodded in response, leaning on her hand again, elbows on the table like a heathen. She pointed to her shoe where he'd find the little tiny buckles to undo. Had she worn a torturous shoe with a million ways to unlock it? Yes, she had.

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	muchofamuchness 2020-06-26 03:51 am UTC (link)
	"How the-" Much had curled his fingers round her ankle (wow) and trying to understand exactly how to go about taking off this shoe... "Is it - what is this thing? Is it magic?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	20cent_outlaw 2020-06-26 03:57 am UTC (link)
	"Not up for it?" She nudged his thigh with the front of the shoe, her prettily painted toenails on display, she even wiggled them a little. "It shouldn't be that difficult." She'd set him up with a challenge, something she was good at. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	muchofamuchness 2020-06-26 04:10 am UTC (link)
	"Oh I'm up for it," Much said, stubbornly, finding a buckle to get started on - finding it was just decorative, and laughing at himself about it. The shoe slipped off eventually, and he softly ran his hands over her foot. "You have nice feet," he said, wondering if that was a weird thing to say. True though. And nice ankles. And nice legs... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	20cent_outlaw 2020-06-26 04:13 am UTC (link)
	She let him touch for a moment. "You like feet?" For some people that was a fetish, but she didn't let him think on it too much before running her other foot up his leg. "I'm no Cinderella, you have one more shoe." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	muchofamuchness 2020-06-26 05:02 am UTC (link)
	Much had opened his mouth to answer, but then she provided him with his next mission, and he took to it gusto, having much more success with the second shoe - although he found another buckle that was just there to fucking thwart him. "You get a kick out of being a challenge, don't you?" He asked with a smile, stroking the back of his fingers over her leg. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	20cent_outlaw 2020-06-26 05:06 am UTC (link)
	With her feet free of those ridiculous (and quite pretty) shoes, she wiggled her toes again. "Is it working?" She smiled with the bat of her dark lashes. "Maybe you just look for the challenges, and I always have them right at your fingertips." Quite literally this time. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	muchofamuchness 2020-06-26 05:13 am UTC (link)
	Much gave her a smile, closer to a smirk, as that look she was giving him hit him deep in his stomach. She's mentioned something about a foot rub earlier, so he took her foot in both hands, watching her face as he did. "I say keep the challenges coming," he said. "If I can defeat those contraptions you call shoes, I can do anything." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

20cent_outlaw
2020-06-26 05:22 am UTC (link)

"That was just the tip---" she chewed on her bottom lip, "I'd say your challenges get a little harder from here." Her lashes seemed to flutter when she smiled. He'd complimented her feet, the least she could do was pay him a compliment too.

"Cooking, massaging my feet, is there more to you little man?" She wanted to close the distance there, but she was quite comfortably parked on the big pillow, content with this for the moment. "There a reason your cute little face hasn't been snatched away?" She didn't want to see him snatched away, she was just curious.

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muchofamuchness
2020-06-26 11:12 am UTC (link)

Oh god, Much was so invested in these upcoming, harder challengers. He was so ready for Leila to throw more things at him. Especially if he got to keep touching her - his hand, even now and then, trailed up her leg and back down again as she spoke. At the top of her legs, the skirt of her dress was bunching up a little, and Much was trying not to get too far ahead of himself.

Okay, yeah, he did want to pull her in and kiss her again, but he also wanted to keep touching her like this, maybe slowly let his hands make their way up, see what she'd do about it, see what she'd say. And he wanted to keep talking to her - at one point, he was going to ask what it was like, knowing you used to be a guy, and definitely not being one anymore - he was so damn curious about that, but for now she'd asked him a question.

Also, she'd called him cute. Also-also, she called him little man, which, if it had come out of the mouths of any other Merry Man, he would have rugby tackled them to the ground (in a non-sexy way) till they took it back. But he liked the challenge in her voice anytime she said it.

"I'm currently between snatches," Much said, and then heard what he'd said, and had to put his wine down on the table before he spilled it from laughing too hard as his own unintentional play on words. "Fuck - that is not what I meant -" he breathed. "I meant - I mean, I was sort-of almost seeing someone, but then I died, and now I'm back, and now there's you." He didn't think that was a particularly good save, though. Maybe he should have been taking suave tips from Alan after all.

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20cent_outlaw
2020-06-26 02:55 pm UTC (link)

She was only going to allow him so far until she felt he deserved it. He had been a good cook, and an excellent kisser, but Leila was invested into more than what he could physically give her.

He’d asked about her stories, he wanted to remember them because they were hers, and that was an indication that maybe this little man was into more than how pretty she was, and how she could handle herself. If he could treat her like a woman physically, mentally could he keep up? So far he’d done pretty well.

She did bend her leg, pulling it away when he said “snatch”, intent on reminding him this would happen when she said go. She did want to protect herself if he thought this was just going to be a conquest. She wanted to know what he wanted out of this. “And you have no intention of going back to her?” Leila wanted to know that she was someone he wanted to keep around.

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	muchofamuchness 2020-06-26 08:35 pm UTC (link)
	Okay, yeah, that was fair; that hadn't been smooth at all. Dammit mouth he thought, just think before you speak next time, alright? "No," he said, with a small shake of his head. "No, my life is very much here, now, in a whole lotta ways." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	20cent_outlaw 2020-06-26 09:16 pm UTC (link)
	She unhinged her leg and let her foot slide back into his hands, her way of telling him he could continue. “Do you intend to stay?” She actually asked very softly, almost a whisper. She meant that more than tonight. Did he want to keep going with her? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	muchofamuchness 2020-06-26 09:22 pm UTC (link)
	"In New York?" He asked, matching her quiet volume as he accepted her foot again, and gave it a little squeeze. "Here, tonight? Both... if I can." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)