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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 0:34:20 GMT
OPEN TO Levi Küper + ALL (within reason) Backdating till right after Levi's trial Caitlin shook her head at herself, why she was doing this she didn't know, but Levi had insisted on dinner, and if she wanted the sexual innuendo's to stop she had to agree to it. Rather than meet somewhere private she thought it would be safer to go somewhere public. Safer... from her own guild member... somehow that didn't sound right, but it was, actually. He was a dangerous man, and she was glad to have him on her team, but the danger he posed to her personally was a lot different from that which he presented to their enemies. Caitlin pushed open the door and let herself in, said she was expecting company and asked for a table to sit and wait. The waiter led her to a spot near the windows and settled her down with a menu and a glass of water. There was some kind of tinker toy in the middle of the table as a centerpiece. She leaned back, shying away from it, lest it break.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi chimes the door of the small diner. He looks about and asks the waiter if his date has arrived. He shrugged and asks a few questions before leading Levi to a table in the back, smiling to him as he would any other customer before setting a menu and a complimentary glass of water. The boy takes off his hat and hangs it on the hook of the booth. He smiles as he shuffles in and sets his feet on each side of Caitlyn. He's got long legs and that just seems to be how he'd like to sit as he leans back into the leather booth. Levi grins at Caitlyn. "Come on, free food, no reason to not smile, right?" he taps his fingers on the table in a rhythmic pattern. "So, dove, tell me about my new...master..?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 1:05:12 GMT
Levi trapped Cait in with his legs the moment he sat down. She looked at him pointedly for a moment and when he didn't move them, she reached down to each side of her and gave him a pinch on both calves. "Its rude to put your feet up on the furniture" she pressed him. He only grinned and prompted her to smile. She did, though it wasn't sincere. At least it wasn't until he called her his new master. Then she broke out in a leery grin and leaned forward on the table. "For one thing, she doesn't like feet up on the furniture," She teased.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi reacts a little bit as she pinches his leg, invoking him to move them closer to her legs. He puts on a mopey face, "Awww, what are you gonna do?" he asks, before his sly grin remaps his face. "Bite me?" He begs before noticing the ticking of the instrument start to slow down as she leans closer. He says nothing, and just smiles at Caitlyn. "If you ask nicely, I'll bite back." He says quietly, as his eyes linger down Caitlyn's figure until reaching the table and bringing his eyes back to hers.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 1:23:26 GMT
She felt his legs squeeze her thighs when he responded to her pinch and she realized that was a lost cause. She also noticed the Tinkertoy on the table grinding to a halt. Great. She leaned back just in time to catch his eyes shooting back up to her face. Had he been looking down at her..? She crossed her arms in front of her chest, only succeeding in making them pop up even more so which had not been her intention. A blush crept up her neck and she couldn't believe he was actually getting under her skin. "First day on the job, and already trying to sleaze your way to the top I see," she accused lightly, knowing that he wouldn't feel abashed by it at all.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Smiles as the crimson reaches to Caitlyn's cheeks, grabbing her soft skin and pulling itself along. He smiles at her as she shifts her arms. "Heh, I like what I see, no reason not to chase, and you wouldn't even mind it, would you? Keeping the blood-line pure..come on, don't show it all off before the sun goes down." Levi smirks at Caitlyn. "What are you craving for tonight, babydoll? A fine wine? A nice steak?..Fun?" Levi bares teeth in a childish smile but quickly wipes that smirk off his face as the waiter comes around. Levi knocks the small steam toy off the wooden table top and onto the ground. It drops with a clink as Levi looks up at the waiter. "Ah, it seems I'm caused a ruckus, my bad, chap!" He picks up the toy as it pops at a bend, water escaping the tube. "Its seems I've broken it...I'm sorry, really am." Levi offers a rather sympathetic frown at the man.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 2:22:07 GMT
Caitlin watched the exchange as she sat very still in her chair. A moment ago he was a lecher, and then in the blink of an eye he's a friend covering for her secret with this subtle gesture. Just when she'd had about enough of his shallowness he gives her a glimpse of something more substantial. The waiter took the object with a frown and offered to come back for their orders as he carried it out. Caitlin looked down at the menu as she went over what she just saw in her head. It might just be a convenient coincidence, or perhaps it really was a conscious decision he'd made. She was guarded against believing it too soon. She had to be, it took a critical eye to be who she had to be in her position... both of her positions, as baroness and queen of rogues.
"I'll have... mutton soup with a Brandy," she spoke calmly, lifting her eyes at last.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Looks to the side, eyeing out the window as Caity talks to the waiter, rubbing her leg with his as he scratches behind his ear watching out of his peripherals to see if he's doing anything to her. As the waiter asks Levi what he'd like, he turns his head with a smile, "I suppose a glass of red wine, and a juicy steak. Medium rare, please." he smiles at the man before turning to Caitlyn, resting his chin on his knuckles and his elbows on the table. There's no more worries as the machine is already broken. He looks at the girl across from him and just smiles for a few second. "Scared? Your eyes are fluttering everywhere." His smile turns into a grin as he leans back into his chair, enough of that...caring pose..
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 2:36:04 GMT
"You wish," she said with half a smile. She knew he was trying to get under her skin, and whether he did or not she wasn't about to let him know it and give him the satisfaction. "I asked Isaac but I didn't ask you, which is your preference, sea or sky?"
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Smirks and lets out a soft exhale. "I'd rather be on the water, good at balancing beams." He chuckles lightly, "Gotta stay alive for such a cute lady, now don't I?" he sticks his tongue out like a child for a moment before the waiter comes back with their food. He takes his glass and takes a sip of it, licking the crimson liquid off of his top lip. "Or, would you prefer me around you? You dance well with a blade, but if I was able to touch you, wouldn't it be a safe bet to bring me along your side to 'deadly things' or is the queen a lone wolf? Hunter of all, prey of none?" He winks slyly before picking up his utensils and cutting a piece of meat of steak, stabbing it with his knife and carefully pulling it off of the steel with his teeth.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 3:03:13 GMT
Hmm.. he had an unnervingly good point. "Don't get too cocky," she retorted, regardless. "Just because you managed to cut me once doesn't make you the better fighter dear." She raised an eyebrow at him as if there was more to her than what she'd given him on the battlefield. Still, surrounding herself with her best men might be a good tactic. "If I ever find my name has been leaked to my enemies you'll be one of the first I call to my side," she pinched his leg again. "But in the meantime, I like to spread my talent evenly across my assets so that none of them are lost to poor manning." She took a bite out of her soup and chased it with a swig of brandy. The flavor was tart and she balmed her lips together to trap some of it there. It had a nice scent and would be sweet on her breath for later, much preferable to the soup at any rate. by talent she means her men, and by assets she means her ships
I realized after how bad that sentence could sound and was like "AMG"
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi smiles and takes his leg back for a moment after she pinches it. Smiling and nodding as she speaks, his eyes watching into hers, trying to crack the guise she puts on. As she finishes her sentence and goes to take a bite of her feast, he moves his foot, placing it in between Caitlin's legs. "Well, if you wanted me to give your assets a good run down, all you had to do was say so. I've got enough man-power, just tell me how you want it." he coos, as he leans onto his right fist. "Tell me, what do your sheets feel like? Soft? Over-whelming? Nevermind, how about I feel for myself?" He grins before blowing a kiss to Cait.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 3:39:20 GMT
She leaned forward with a sickly sweet smile on her face and spoke through clenched teeth, "You're going to be feeling the itchy, scratchy blankets of my brig if you don't remove your foot at once." granted she had walked into that one with the wording she'd used, but it was one thing to talk to her like a sailor, it was quite another to touch her so privately. Even if it was just his boot.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Flicks his hair out of his face, running a hand through his hair as she growls at him, keeping his foot firmly pressed. He extends a hand across the table, running two fingers down the line of her jaw as he moves his foot. "Alright, fine, fine...but you DID ask for it." he winks as he takes himself back to his side of the booth.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 4:35:25 GMT
No one else would dare. Seriously, no one she could think of would even attempt a move like that. She wanted to punch him square in the face, and he deserved it, but she was also curious why he would dare risk her ire? Did it not really sink into his brain who he was dealing with? Or did he simply not care? Had she made a mistake letting him into her secret little club, or would he prove to be a valuable asset himself? She didn't flinch when he touched her face, but she did breathe easier when he removed his foot and got situated back on his own side of the table.
"When I ask for it, you'll know, there wont be any hidden meanings or play on words. I may be a lady born, but I'm a also a pirate bred, and I have no qualms when it comes to saying forthright what it is I want, when I want it and where." She lowered her gaze at him, and was repulsed by conflicting emotions. Sure he was a total sleaze, a scoundrel and a rat, but he was one of her own, and that kind of possessiveness made her fond of him by nurture. And that fondness coupled with a genuine curiosity of 'how dare he' left her with the slightest bit of interest. All her life she had been the forbidden fruit and no one would dare touch it, or else risk the wrath of her father or her men. Not that it meant she had to give herself to the first irrational fool to actually make a go at her.
Only twice had she tried to follow the threads of romance, once with Frees, who had less interest in her than a dog had in a cat. Then again with Will, a mechanic from Mingos, which never would have worked... She shook her head. This was ridiculous and wondering about it now was getting her nowhere.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
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