Re: (After)life: Nel L & Lear L
"Norwegians are dark. Swedes aren't," Nel said with little inflection and even less smile. There was a hint of warmth around the lips, but it was more a thing of promise than anything tangible. "Your shirt, while a laudable choice, should be pressed between your breasts, dear, and no woman past fifteen smacks her sandals against the ground like you do. Let's not even talk about the tag." She glanced down at the offensive sandals, and then she looked back at the woman's face.
Nel looked, and she caught the amusement on the woman's face when she read the lighter. "Fan of the Vietnam war?" She didn't expect an answer, and she leaned forward at the waist and recollected her lighter. This time, she popped the button at the hip of her slacks, and she tucked the lighter inside.
"Did you?" Think she would recognize him—the him being a given now. "If you're going for coquette, you have some work to do. Maybe try looking less interested in tearing my throat out with your teeth," she suggested, but, again, there was no distress in the statement, which was offered with a resuming of crossed legs and a very high heel that jiggled every so often in unapologetic twitch. "Not that I'm opposed to biting when the mood strikes."
She uncrossed her legs, and she stood as he gestured to himself. She wasn't making any kind of attempt to get the upper-hand, and it was merely the timing of his confession that made her stop partway to whatever she was intending to do. "One of the many problems with men is that they're too impatient. If you wanted me to fuck you, then you should've settled in for a much longer con, dearest, not that you aren't extremely attractive in your current form." His eyes changed, and she flicked one last gaze at his very impressive breasts. "And do you think I'm hard up for it?" Her smirk showed slow and slight, and she leaned over him for long enough to press a decidedly open-mouthed kiss to his mouth. The kiss was brief, if warm with parted dampness and heat, and she retreated and walked across the room, to where her cigarette case waited. She spoke as she walked. "Lear. Young and beautiful, no doubt, under that costume."