Indulge Me (Deacon, Kiefer)

[Lovely]

Sept 12, 2006
Morte's Map room

Venge laughed, "Believe me, Deac. You can still learn a thing or two." Or five... a dozen... something...

"What.. so you're Keifer's poster boy now?" Deacon leaned on the table, spinning a snarl as smoothly as he spun the wine in his glass.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'll tell you when you're done tying knots in Raven's tonsils..."

"Ooo... I haven't tried that yet. Do you think I can? I'll be back - don't wait up!" Venge chuckled again and ran off to find his oh-so-very-fine feathered friend.

Deacon sighed and shook his head. He emptied his glass and started collecting his vials to go to work. At least one of them was minding the shop.

Kiefer heard him. She was watching him, smirking.

He stopped and looked around as Venge left. Someone was still near... "Well then? You have something to say?" She was close enough to hear him and watch, he could sense that much, but he didn't see her yet.

Her laughter floated through the air, soft and gentle as she was, amused at his attitude. "What? It's cute when you make that sour face... just makes me want to kiss you." She teased him, shimmering where she stood.

"It's not a sour face. It's a disgusted and wholly unamused face. Why he spends so much time... I suppose it's no use even mentioning it, is it?" Deacon secured the vials inside his coat and leaned on the rack, folding his arms over the bundles. "You want to kiss me for be grossed out? That's a remarkable gift for finding pleasure in odd circumstances."

"Why are you grossed out?" She giggled again, moving closer to him. Kiefer leaned against the rack with her arms folded and her eyebrow arched. "What is so wrong with being happy? Why can't you just accept that some beings actually enjoy the pleasure and company of another?"

"Happy and company...? Can't those be enjoyed without trying to crawl down another person's... well, anything... every time they're near?"

"Of course they can be.. but if they both enjoy it, why are you protesting? It's not like he's doing it to you... or is that what bothers you?" She tried not to giggle as she said the last, reaching to pat his arm lightly. "Just because you don't want to do those things with someone, doesn't mean there's anything wrong with them being enthusiastic about each other."

"Did I say I didn't want to?" His query was quiet, but the expression said even more about how uncomfortable he was, except when she was the one ribbing into him. She patted his arm and he unfolded. "There's not a thing wrong with it sometimes, but doesn't that... those two... aren't they excessive - even for you?"

"You haven't met my sister... I'm used to excessive displays of... lust." She grinned, running her fingers lightly up his arm and luring him closer to her. "Some like it more often than others.. there's nothing wrong with that. It's not like there are rules that say you can only do it this much." She bit her lip and shifted slightly closer to him. "If the affection and desire are there.. and they both feel it.. why not indulge?"

[Lovely]

There was a strange chill from her fingers even through the sleeve of his thick coat that was meant to deter marine winds, not that he'd feel such a breeze regardless if he didn't want to. This was a different sort of chill. "Indulgence is for those who don't have an arm's long list of work to complete, especially when one finds himself short-handed. I'm not sure which is worse - dealing with Morte when his temper turns for a job that isn't done right, letting the rebirthers have their games and shuffle souls around wherever they see fit, or ... what are you doing to me?" He lost his train of thought completely, giving in to a top to toe shudder.

Needless to say, she wasn't far and couldn't help but watch, transfixed with this manchild her sister had hooked on her line. "He's not a bad choice, but are you sure that chill isn't just him? He's a floppy little fish. Can't you throw him back until he gets... I don't know... bigger?"

"Indulgence is for everyone.." She whispered, a knowing smile touching her lips as though she were telling him some deep secret he shouldn't hear. "I'm.. not.. doing.. anything.. you don't want me to do." She slowly and deliberately shifted closer and curled him into her arms.

Pharzuph pouted as she watched. "But, he's so... he's not very squishy," she sighed, trying to grapple a handful of anything on the man's lean body to push or prod or suggest.

"How do you know it isn't.. or is?" Perhaps he was jealous of his associate's frivolous behavior. The dead and dying would always be arriving on his list of chores. Losing one or two to the rebirthers only put the recipients that much further down the list. He'd get to them the next time, so why not...? He felt as though a sudden spasm contracted somewhere in his leg, twisting him in her arms. "And if I admit I want you to... what then?" He whispered, feeling hot and uncomfortable in the coat with her so close.

"I know because I wouldn't be here otherwise.. " Her grin was slightly playful and she sighed warmly against his ear. "If you admit it.. then you get to have me... anyway you like.. right here, right now.. to indulge your desire.."

Pharzuph stepped back, astonished to hear such a thing from her sister. She looked back at Deacon and gave him another chance, circling them both and sizing them up together. He was roughly the same height and though he didn't have much to grab hold of, Kief certainly had a good grip on him, apparently on his heart too or they'd both have let go. "Oh just admit it already, both of you. I'm rubbing off on you, sister dear. Oh, and... he's not as floppy as he was. Nice - very, ... mmm.. very very nice. He has potential. And I always wanted to be an Auntie." She giggled and gave her sister a little good-luck squeeze, just to get her revved up that much more. "Just indulge him already - he wants it... stubborn ass, just tell her. She's too good for you, but what can I say?" She gave them each her parting comments and tried to push Deacon into action on her way out.

"I already have you, don't I?" Desire wasn't even close to the full extent of the feeling that washed over him as if someone had cloaked him in lust and pure craving for the indulgence she offered. It was sudden, unexplainable and uncontrollable as he turned from her whispers at his ear to whisper his admissions and desires to hers with a warm breath and tugging kiss.

She tried to ignore her sister's words though the feelings she left lingering were pleasant enough. Deacon whispered to Kiefer's ear and her eyes fluttered closed, her fingers curling into the coat which she tried to peel away, careful of the vials inside.

She helped and he shrugged the coat off his shoulders, grabbing it from her to set aside into a pocket of nothingness, a hole in space, it seemed, where it became less substance and more shadow combined with the darker lines and shadows of the rack it drapped. Like himself, it and all his belongings were out of the ether and one with it, solid only by will alone. Such will he contained and normally controlled in himself but not now. He'd not been a stranger to the company of fine women at his choosing, but he didn't choose often and didn't waste time attaching emotions to his actions. Why was this so different - why did she affect him this way? All he understood now was the eagerness that drove him forward and guided her away from the rack of vials to the map table that swirled with its grotesque images of so many battles lost in the world beyond them.