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It's been a long day, you're in need of a meal and a drink, and finally - at long last - your weary bones have found their way to Ye Olde Tavern and Inn. It's a one-stop shop for rest and refueling for tired travelers of all kinds, whether you're from this world or arrived here through strange magical means.

So call over a serving wench, get yourself a pint of frothy ale, and enjoy the live bard entertainment!

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[ "you can choose to be whoever you want for me."

lumine's mouth is dry. a part of her wonders if diluc knows what he sounds like, saying something like that. or if he knows the effect he has on her, with the effortless command of a man used to having his way with others.

at this point, it's impossible not to be at least a little warm under the collar under that once-over, so to speak, the faintest widening of her eyes a dead giveaway to his effect. and she's supposed to be the one with the experience. goodness. ]

There isn't any alcohol in this, is there?

[ because she swears the heat in her cheeks are from the alcohol. definitely. and it's definitely not from how her traitorous mind is continuously supplying suggestions as to what she could be just for him. or what it'll be like to taste him instead of grape juice, to feel the heat of his body for herself, underneath the vest and shirt. hell, they're both adults, and somehow she feels like a teenager, with her libido damn near running wild.

diluc really is one hell of a bartender, isn't he? ]

[ he doesn't think he's going out of his way to get a rise out of her. if there's anything he knows Lumine needs beyond grape juice and perhaps a stiff drink, it's a distraction. Diluc knows all too well how it feels to get to the end of a day with new scars added to the collection and even more blood staining his hands. the only difference is that he doesn't have a bar he can seek solace in. he's the bartender.

so at least he can give her that, and silently admit to himself that he's finding both entertainment and attraction in prodding the girl. her question on if her grape juice might be spiked with something heavier makes a half-smile creep up on his face. he tilts the glass in his direction, fake-studying it for a few seconds before setting it back down. it's almost uncharacteristic of him, but he dips his gloved index finger into the juice, taking it to his mouth to give a soft suck. ]

Hm... maybe. Maybe not. You'll tell me if you start feeling something, I'm sure.

[ it's nice to be of some assistance to Lumine. she's done a lot for his city, even when she could get nothing in return. ]

I can get you some water instead? I would hate to leave you parched.

[ diluc gives her the perfect sort of distraction that she needs, from that lowkey playfulness to the way he samples the grape juice from her glass like he doesn't know exactly what goes in it.

it rouses something in her, a fondness and a simmering curiosity and impulse to want more, to gently press and see what else comes of it. lumine isn't oblivious; she knows there's something here, undefined and nascent, but always present in some measure whenever they meet. she huffs a soft chuckle at that, her eyes trained on his lips just for those few moments before flicking back to focus on his face.

it's sweet, really, and lumine takes another sip after, unable to help her own answering mischief. ]

You'll need more than just that dab to be sure. Why don't you have a taste?
[ she shifts the glass forward, turning it so that she offers him the side she had directly sipped from, the barest tinge of juice still on the rim. there is a flicker of answering playfulness in the offer of the indirect kiss, of attraction, and she's enjoying how all of this is unfolding. oh, she can tease him too; after all, lumine is not the only one in need of a fine distraction. ]

I might want something other than water.

[ Lumine might have been subject to several strokes of bad luck today and/or tonight, but she should count her blessings that no other costumers have come by to steal away her bartender's attention. he finds himself reluctantly satisfied with that as well. while it might hurt his bottom line in terms of profits by the time he closes up for the night, it's not every night that he has her sitting in front of him, ready and willing to poke and be prodded in return.

at the second offering of her drink, the way his shoulders lift and lips curl indicates he laughs without letting the sound leave him. he sees what she is doing. Lumine knows how to play cute to her benefit far better than she should be allowed, and if it were anyone else, he'd likely leave them hanging and wanting for more. he considers, for a moment, on making her work for it...

... but he says to hell with it. he did start this. Diluc brings the glass to his lips, tipping it back and letting the faint outline of her lips press into that of his own. a small amount of juice glides onto his tongue and to the back of his throat, and his Adam's apple bobs up and down with a satisfied sigh. for added "mischief", he lets his tongue just faintly flick the rim of the glass before sliding it back to her. ]

No alcohol. You know I hate the stuff. It is a rather nice juice, though, if I may say so.

[ she's distracting him well enough. her last comment has him thoughtful as to where she'd go with this. with a pause, he leans back in. ]

And what would that be? Don't leave me guessing.

[ it truly is a stroke of luck, lumine is not entirely keen on having her bartender's attention divided from her, even if she knows that it ought to. after all, diluc's running a business, not a charity. but diluc rises to the occasion so easily, so impressively, that lumine selfishly wants his attention on their banter, each exchange more loaded than the last.

her gaze follows his every move, from the way his lips press over the outline of hers on the glass, to the elegant line of his throat, and the way his adams apple bobs as he swallows. the briefest flash of pink of his tongue, as if chasing the mark she'd left, does a number on her.

she takes the glass back when he leans in, her thumb absently swiping over where diluc's lips have been. it's unfair, she thinks, for him to be this sensuous and proper at the same time. her toes curl as the image of him and the glass is forever seared into her brain, but turnabout is fair play, isn't it? delicately, she smears her thumb over the bottom of her soft, plump lower lip, as if tracing the taste of him.

when he leans in, she boldly reaches out to lightly curl her fingers over a stray, crimson lock of his hair, barely touching him. it's a teasing gesture, and she leans forward, too, watching him under her lashes. ]

I'll tell you when your shift ends. [ she murmurs. then, an echo of his earlier question: ] Will you wait for me?

[ turnabout is fair play. he respects that. even with that in mind, he can't help but clear his mind and look away for a split second as he watches her thumb press into her own mouth. any healthy amount of hormones would coerce his mind to replace that thumb with a variety of things. she undoubtedly knows this and chooses to entice him anyway, and he's briefly exasperated at how easy it is to exasperate him.

but he recalibrates soon enough. he can't let his patron believe she has a hold on him so easily. even as she toys with his hair, he remains close, eyes narrowing into a more intimate gaze. he won't accept that vague answer. not one bit. ]

I have a talent for coercing information out of people when I need to. What if I don't want to wait?

[ if anyone knows first-hand, it is her. she can likely seek comfort in the fact that he wouldn't treat her like he would a member of the Abyss Order. far from it. he just knows a thing or two about getting inventive with loosening tongues if push comes to shove. ]

[ she knows, and she presses her advantage because that's what diluc will (and did) do, isn't it? it delights her when she sees the look in his eyes, intense and breathtaking. oh, what she would do to get a glimpse of his thoughts and what he wants.

but diluc's impatience is revealing enough as to his state of mind, and her heart skips a beat when he expresses what he wants to know. lumine is very aware of his skill in information-extraction, and is only grateful that less ruthless methods are likely to be employed on her. probably.

right?

lumine wonders what he's like when he's pushed, drawn to the way he stays close, the look in his eyes that pulls her in and makes her want more. she offers a ghost of a smile, barely an inch from him, so that she can see his lovely lashes.

goodness. he's so handsome. she's met more than her fair share of men, but diluc... this man stands out from the crowd. her lips part, meeting the challenge. gently playful, she murmurs, ]

Then make me tell you, Master Diluc. Coerce me.

[ of course she'd play along. she won't go about spilling her desires of something that is non-water so easily. he always admires a worthy challenge, but he didn't think he'd be chewing on a strategic approach while stationed at the bar tonight. no claymore in sight, and besides, she seems like she has met her quota on spars — perhaps even exceeded it.

he will need to go about this differently. it's tempted to remain rooted in his current position, the same one where he can feel her breath on him and vice versa, but he doesn't. he pulls back once more, but only to walk over to the side of the bar where people can enter and exit as they see fit. ]

I suppose I'll have you working under me after all. Come on over. Let me show you a thing or two.

[ she did this to herself! he would have been perfectly content with her parking that cute backside of hers down onto the stool and enjoy her relaxation. now he has to take this seriously, and there's consequences to that. ]

... Drink recipes, to be precise. Don't want you getting the wrong idea.

I'd love to work under you, in any form that it takes.

[ lumine says innocently like the demon she is, because she knows exactly what it sounds like, and she intends for him to take that in every single sense of the word. after all, he's making her think about it in great detail, to check her own impulses when it comes to being under diluc.

hopping off the barstool gamely, lumine is more than happy to help him out behind the counter. for drink recipes, of course; mostly. interested in where he might be going with this and the potential of learning more of what diluc might like to drink, she pipes up again with another question. ]

Should I put on an outfit like yours, too? To show that I work at a bar and all.

[ honorary knight, and now an honorary bartender! ]

[ there's no particular way he can take that as innocent when it comes from her. does that make him a hypocrite? most likely. that doesn't change the fact that his brows visibly furrow as he once again draws pictures in his mind of antics that would get the both of them in trouble. he'd think Lumine would want nothing more than to take it easy tonight, but she's laying it on as thick as he is.

instead of insisting she rest up, he's putting her on her feet and to work. how shameful. truly not the gentleman he once thought he was. ]

No, no. You look perfect as is. Would hate to make you undress for the wrong reasons.

[ he's just happy he has the wherewithal to keep up. as soon as she's on the other side of the bar, he steps behind her. in both hands are two halves of a shaker, but instead of simply handing it to her, he leans forward to stack them on the counter. his chest brushes against her back and his hips just briefly kiss the hem on her skirt. next is a glass of lower end whiskey, simple syrup and a lemon. something to test with. ]

Fetch for some fresh ice under the bar. Slowly. No need to rush things.

[ she might begin to understand that his focus may not be simply teaching her cocktails. ]

[ is it really shameful if lumine likes both the gentlemanly and the not-so-gentlemanly side of him? especially when he tells her sleekly suggestive things like not wanting her to be undressed for the wrong reasons? that thought in her head takes root and makes her think of all the right reasons to get undressed, the idea that she could unzip the back of her dress and hold his attention, holding that intense, crimson gaze.

the thought of it makes her shiver with warm anticipation, as does the heat of his body so close to hers, with only layers of fabric between them, she can feel it, the warmth of his chest barely brushing against her back where her dress and scarf doesn't quite cover. it ignites a low, simmering yearning in the pit of her stomach, but two can definitely play at this game.

after all, it's what draws them to each other, right? she barely pays attention to the items he has in his hand, not when he's so close. she lowers herself under the bar to retrieve the ice as he commands, the rustle of her skirt against the seam of his neatly tailored trousers, the bucket in her hand.

it's so easy to indulge in a myriad fantasies just like this, where she's out of sight underneath the bar counter. it's easier still to take her time and take full advantage of her current position. instead of getting off her knees once the small ice bucket is half-full, she only turns around to look up at him, according him the full view down her pretty white dress, the valley between her full, perky breasts. her expression guileless, with only the wickedly mischievous gleam in her eyes giving the game away.

he makes her heart race, and it's time for payback. she tilts her head, coming perfectly level with the zipper of his pants, and more than happy to keep a precious couple of inches between them just because. ]

Mm. Did you want to fill it all up?

[ heh.

........yeah. she went there. ]

[ what kind of problem is he setting up for himself? he's acting as if he's been partaking in his own inventory. ask any Knight of Favonius or member of the Adventurer's Guild and they would say he takes his job way too seriously. yet here Diluc is, exchanging flirtations and idle teases while becoming progressively more aware of the tension that is budding between them.

it's too late to walk it back. even if he could, he doesn't think he wants to. Lumine seems to be willing and eager to play with fire, and fortunately for her, she's found someone who knows that element all too well.

Diluc's stiff in more ways than one by the time she follows directions and disappears underneath the counter. he knows what this looks like. she knows what it looks like. while part of him wants to step away and give her room to breathe, the majority wants to stand there and ensure she feels his presence. it wouldn't last long anyway. she'd be back up and—

—ah. well. about that. she's turned around and presented herself to him in as suggestive of a way as possible, leaving Diluc pursing his lips together in a mixture of amusement and approval. Lumine is giving him far too good of a view for it to be anything else. ]

Don't bother. You're not in much mood for water, after all.

[ Diluc pries his eyes off of her long enough to survey the room. most of who is left at this hour are upstairs. maybe there's one or two stragglers around the corner, but they are either nursing their drinks or fast asleep. when he sighs, she can probably tell he's surprising himself in what he is about to do...

... but it doesn't stop his gloved fingertips inching the front of his zipper. with a slow, methodical tug, she can hear the metal teeth loosening themselves up bit by bit. he stops about halfway, all the more hopeful that he is teasing her as much as she is teasing him. ]

It wouldn't happen to be this, would it? Please correct me if I'm wrong.

[ there's nothing as heady as seeing the elegant, composed master of dawn winery give in, just a little, to the teasing. she can see the amusement and approval in his eyes, can hear the barest whisper of his soft sigh, and she wonders if she can draw more out of him in private.

and she wonders, too, what he looks like when he comes undone. her gaze lingering on his gloved fingers, focusing on the teeth of his zipper, lumine knows exactly what she wants. of course, they're both adults, aren't they? she knows what he wants, too, and she intends to give it to him. ]

It's this.

[ she confirms, delicately nudging his fingers off the zipper so that she can splay her hand over the warm bulge of his cock, gently curling over the shape of him. she smiles up at him, quietly fond.

there is much to enjoy and like about diluc, and as her thumb eases into his half-open zipper to stroke over the shaft of his tucked cock, rubbing him through the thin fabric of his underwear, she continues quietly. ]

And more. I've always wanted to know what your lips taste like.

[ she slips her thumb out and rises, gently zipping him back up. she stays close when she's on her tiptoes, even if she can barely reach his ear. ]

But I want you all to myself in private.

[ oh, she got him hook line and sinker.

this is what happens when anyone underestimates Lumine. not that he was, but his belief that he had an advantage over her earned him his own shock. she teased him through his pants, whetting his appetite and leaving him lightheaded in arousal as she affirms his suspicions and then some. just as he thinks he might find his cock out in the open of his own establishment, red with arousal and bobbing in the air... he's tucked right back into his own clothed prison.

Diluc can't help but laugh in disbelief. he's not even mad. he just didn't give her enough credit until this very moment. ]

Lesson learned and then some. [ with her words and her touches, he at least knows he didn't overstep. that's good. it should at least mean he's allowed to bring a hand onto her thigh, running it up just under her dress to kiss his leather tips along her skin. he doesn't stop until he's resting them right under the swell of her ass. ] Maybe I am the one in need of some water.

[ she'd probably notice that the pink on his cheeks is not from the lights after all. his boldness has him more vulnerable than he had been a few seconds ago, but he's brushing it off well enough. ]

And you'll have me for that "dinner" in due time. But for now, let's... ahem, squeeze some lemons. Turn around whenever you want.

[ his boldness is absolutely charming, as is his vulnerability. it's rare for him to allow anyone else to see him as he is, and lumine knows that she's privileged, to catch a glimpse of his desire and to touch him just like that.

she's not immune to his charm either. the butter-soft, warm leather tracing over the swell of her ass makes her shiver, the warmth pooling in the pit of her stomach making her heart flutter. he makes her want more. he makes her think about his fingertips on her skin, calloused from his proficient use of the claymore, sliding underneath her underwear to where she's wet and waiting —

— she exhales the breath she doesn't remember holding, looking up at the blush on his fair cheeks. ]

You make it hard to turn around.

[ she admits, her eyes on his face, quietly admiring. wanting. her fingers come to trace down the inside of his wrist where his hand is on her, slipping in between the leather so she traces a lazy circle on his palm. ]

Touch me without your gloves during dinner?

[ reluctantly, she turns around, reaching for the lemons. ]

[ he didn't realize how much he nailed it on the head when he had asked her if her "facade of innocence" had disappeared. not until very, very recently. Lumine's got him in the palm of her hand without having to work for it, unlike so many others who fight for just a few minutes of his attention. maybe it isn't surprising considering her broad list of skills, talents and accomplishments she's made for herself in such a short period of time.

oh well. Diluc is far from ashamed. not when she is literally filling the palm of his hand. he gives her a single, tense squeeze, one that's needy enough to almost lift her off her feet. if he had his other hand on her, it would have been all but guaranteed. alas, everything is in moderation right now. for the best, or so he tries to convince himself to save the pained aches running down the length of his thigh. ]

Yes, well. You make things hard in general. We create predicaments for each other, you know.

[ she does eventually turn around, leaving him brushing into her backside harder than he had been the last time she was facing the other way. Lumine might be disappointed to find that he's pulled his hand away from her just a few seconds after she runs her fingers along the leather — worse yet, he had pulled away completely. Diluc says nothing as he kneels down to pull a fresh egg out from his chilled storage box.

when he returns, he drops said egg off in front of her before re-appearing where he's sure they're both happy about keeping consistent. the only difference? his gloves were taken off while he was gone. when she feels his hands again, they're still warm. just a different type of warm. he's less intrusive this time, almost purposely teasing her as he curls naked fingers along the back of her arm. ]

Why wait? I'm not the one making drinks. You wanted to work for me so badly. —Roll the lemons against the wood. It'll... ahem. Pull all the juices out. Then slice it in half and squeeze one into the glass.

[ what are they going to do with the egg?

lumine is distracted from her disappointment, a low sound of protest cut short by the presence of the fresh egg in front of her. suffice to say, she's distracted enough not to notice his intentions until she feels his bare fingers on the back of her arm.

he's a tease, too, she thinks heatedly. there are very, very many places on her body that she would like to have diluc's talented, large, skillful hands on: touching, squeezing, slipping right inside, and he chooses the most maddeningly innocuous place. the only consolation is that he's close, warm, and she does as he says, biting her tongue on suggesting just what kinds of juices he could get from her (and vice versa) if proper pleasure is applied. also that thing about wood.

turns out, being really aroused by diluc's ridiculously sexy skills isn't really good on the brain function for her, either. she rolls the lemons, and takes the opportunity to lean forward, ass pressing squarely back against the other kind of wood just because she damn well can, and she slices the lemon as asked.

it's a relief she still knows how to use a knife, but she squeezes the lemon harder than she normally would, the splash of juice landing messily in the glass (and some out of it).

she tries not to think about how hot it is that he's giving instructions, too. ]

Oh. Like this?

[ a beat. ] What about the egg?

[ he can't let her be the only one to successfully get a rise out of the other. there's partial satisfaction in leaving her wanting as she did him, but the dutiful part of him had a legitimate reason for leaving. if they're to take this as a serious lesson, he wants to show her a recipe from beginning to end. so, yes. the egg is very much important, and he leaves it ominously spinning on the counter as he stands behind her and rubs at her arm tenderly. ]

Mhm. Just like that.

[ Diluc allows himself the guilty reprieve of standing straight, hips bearing forward just enough to deepen the contact between his swollen erection and the cleft of her ass, thinly obscured by the frills of her dress. it'd be easy to rock into her hard enough to make her entire body jolt, but he doesn't want to ruin that precious lemon juice. ]

We'll get to the egg in a moment. The simple syrup next. Go ahead and let it out. —About a tablespoon and a half, I mean.

[ she's mixed enough drinks for him to figure she can eyeball a close enough approximation. like hell is he leaving to fetch anything else again. while he doesn't resume touching her as he had been, she might notice that he's taken it upon himself to roll her dress up just enough to allow it to bunch against his belt. this way, he gets to enjoy the view of said bulge digging even firmer into her shape.

it might make sense as to why he doesn't want to leave once more. ]

[ it definitely makes sense as to why he doesn't want to leave. it also makes wonderful sense that lumine doesn't want diluc to leave, either, not when her skirt is rucked up to his belt, exposing her thighs to the cool night air, shielded by the sheer heat radiating from diluc and that sinfully hard, large bulge.

she has only had the barest touch of his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear, but it's enough to send the memories of it tumbling back, tagged with the increasingly obscene thoughts that flood her mind, threatening to distract her from learning a new recipe. even under diluc's patient guidance, it's difficult to follow, not when her libido is pretty much raging out of control.

it will be so easy to rock into her. it will be so easy to just shift her panties aside, to unzip him and free his cock, to ease him inside her...

... but she can't. they can't. there still are people in this bar and so she focuses on letting the other less fun thing out. the syrup. her fingers are trembling briefly from the sheer willpower needed to stay focused. what's easier, of course, is sweetly vengeful reciprocation.

and here it is: she leans forward now, pressing up snugly and sneaking a delicate rub (up, down, up) against the fabric of his crotch that's dug up snugly against -- well, right now it's rubbing against the slick folds of her pussy, and she's beginning to feel the dampness on the cloth of her underwear. can he feel it, too, the sheer inviting heat of her? ]

Mm. Oh...

[ the syrup spills a little on her fingers, and she makes sure to press two digits between her lips to suck it clean. ]

Like this?

[ it wouldn't be entirely difficult to close the tavern up early, insisting that Lumine would stick around to help "clean up". it would be just as easy to abandon the bar so he can drag her to the back or into the nearest supply closet. Diluc doesn't imagine she'd put up a fight about it. she was probably tempted to taste his cock under the counter with no shame.

he's too stubborn for that, though. at least right now, he still has some level of durability that remains. there's also a bit of a thrill that's foreign to him in doing this, pressing up snug and close to Lumine while pretending to do something completely innocent. what's going on with their lower halves is hardly anything but, and yet he's still watching her go through with the cocktail step after step. ]

You have to avoid making messes. Are you hoping I'll clean them up for you?

[ Diluc stammers only briefly when she digs herself further down onto his confined erection. he'd rather feel her heat through less layers, but the different is most certainly noted. both of his hands grab onto the edge of the counter as he slowly rolls his hips forward into her, with a sudden stab punctuated in the midst that will ensure her body briefly jolts against him.

he's bent down low enough to smell her now, and any quick glance at them will give away what they're doing almost immediately. it takes a moment, but he finds enough clarity to slowly pull away... but not before letting his lips briefly kiss against the swelling on her cheek. the softest of licks will leave her skin wet and tingling from the air shortly after. ]

Now crack the egg onto the shaker. Be careful as to avoid letting the yolk go in the glass. We only want the white stuff to go where it needs to. Don't we, Lumine?

[ ...

the white stuff. he is killing her. he is definitely killing her. that soft, soft lick to her cheek earlier is threatening to do her in, and already her elbows are supporting her on the counter so that her knees don't completely buckle from where he'd just thrust up against her. it's so welcome, so intimate, and she can't help but wonder what his suitors would think if they saw them like this.

she hasn't even recovered from the pang of pleasure that shoots right up her spine, buzzing like a live wire, and here he is talking about white stuff.

she damn sure knows where she wants all that white stuff to go.

lumine exhales shakily, her cheeks flushed red with arousal and the desire to have more. she could turn her head and capture his lips and finally find out for herself what he tastes like, she could press up against him and take him inside...

... no. this is torture. she can't think about that at this time.]

This is so unfair.

[ she complains quietly like she isn't complicit in this game, like she doesn't want to push him past the limits of his self control. she cracks the egg, and miraculously doesn't screw it up, separating the egg white and the yolk, letting the white go in the glass.

taking a breath, she turns her head to the side to address him. ]

...where do you need all the white stuff to go, Master Diluc?

[ "white stuff" is not exactly on either end of the spectrum between dirty talk and flowery language, but it fit in the scenario and he wasn't going to let it pass by in the moment. besides, it did its number on the poor girl. she's paying her penance for her own teasing, forced to suffer through this very premature game of foreplay all in the name of making a single whiskey sour.

at least she's still keeping up. Diluc is watching carefully, resisting the urge to dip his eyes back down to watch her backside continue to work against him with so little shame. comments of things being unfair earn a sharp, short laugh that has those red bangs of his shaking to-and-fro. it happens before he can even think much of it, but his hand suddenly brings itself down onto the side of her ass via a soft pap. it could have been harder, but it was more like a teacher reprimanding a student.

a very... lewd teacher and student. ]

Unfair was kneeling in front of me as if you were about to do something. You don't get to tell me what's unfair anymore.

[ he's close enough now to let her see his face, where the smirk formed with his lips indicates he is far from upset. Diluc unclasps the whiskey bottle with an audible squeak and a pop before he brings the cold glass up only to rest it right against the perkiness of her cleavage. ]

About four tablespoons of whiskey into the mixer. Put the shaker together and dry shake. Firm grip on it, okay? Without ice, the metal won't contract. That white stuff will surely leak.

[ oh, right. she had a question. he'll lean back in nice and close again, this time right behind her ear. ]

I'm saving what you really want for our dinner. Need to ensure you're fed properly. Such a long day after all.

[ life is full of discoveries, big and small. lumine, for one, is discovering that she really likes that gentle spank for various reasons: first of all, no one has been audacious enough to do it to her. second: the gentle pap of his hand to the side of her ass makes her think about diluc as a stern disciplinarian, inspiring a myriad fantasies of how he can put that severe, handsome countenance to lewdly sexy use.

who wouldn't want diluc for a teacher, really? lumine makes a note to broach that particular subject (read: kink) at a later date. after all, this thing unfolding between them is already incredibly exciting. the cool touch of the glass is startling, pressed up against the swell of her generous, perky bosom and earning diluc a squeak of surprise.

that diluc is so daring out here in the open delights her, as does that smirk and how he wrests control back from her so smoothly. the condensation from the bottle is left between her breasts, dripping down low and making her shiver.

four tablespoons. firm grip. dinner. everything about him for her to enjoy and devour. it's all she can do to follow instructions, biting back a low moan at his words.

damn it. how is he this sexy?

with trembling fingers, she fumbles with the mixer and the ice, finally managing to get it in and hold it firmly. she shakes it, the sound of the shaker and its contents rattling a sharp contrast to that heated promise in her ears.

desperately trying to focus, she asks, her words strained. ]

Will dinner be here?

[ the hand on her ass has decided to allow itself to linger as Lumine works through the steps he laid out. he doesn't believe she'll particularly mind. gloveless fingertips run up and down the spot he had papped, as if pretending he is soothing over a harder spank that never really occurred. there is nothing innocent about his palm coercing itself along her shape, though, nor is there in the way his gaze peers down to soak in the view of her chest.

that view intensifies tenfold when she begins shaking all of the ingredients together. if she can feel the way he twitches up into his pants and therefore her, it's because he approves of the spectacle. not like that can be much of a surprise to anyone. he lets his nails dig into her thigh long enough to let the sensation linger by the time he pulls away.

he unfortunately has to this time. he forgot the strainer and some bitters. as soon as the drink is appropriately chilled and ready to be poured, she'll need it to make the cocktail sans the ice as intended. Diluc quietly places it down before her, figuring she'd know its use without his instruction. he's... sensing she might miss his voice, though, so he'll opt to answer her question instead. ]

I believe it will be. Well. At least mine, anyway. [ ominous, but perhaps specific enough for Lumine to understand full and well what he plans on eating. as soon as she is done, he puts a cap on his lesson. ] When you pour, the drink should form a white, creamy... head at the top. [ word choice intentional. ] That's what the egg was for. Then you tilt the bitters just enough to put a few drops on the top and swirl it around with a stirrer. Feel free to use your fingers this time, though. Or your tongue.

[ she can probably guess she wouldn't do that for most customers. they might tip better if it's her, but still. ]

The bitters make the whiskey sour aromatic. I'm told it has little-to-no bite or burn, glides down the throat smoothly and leaves a pleasant aftertaste. Feel free to try.

[ he senses correctly. lumine loves the sound of his voice, the smooth, velvet timbre of it, and how it is so distractingly sensuous when he decides to pitch it a little lower. she can listen to him all damn day, even without the suggestive double entendre.

she is woefully bereft of him when he leaves her side to fetch the strainer and bitters, but the press of him still lingers, the memory of how every shake has her snug against him. his nails digging into her thigh is a pleasant reminder that he intends for more, and she gladly wears the half-moon marks for as long as they last. hell, she's looking forward for the mutual marking-up by the end of the evening.

she's a quick worker, doing as he instructs to create an acceptable-looking drink, his words curling warm in the pit of her stomach. he really does have a way with it, doesn't he? her arousal is a pleasant simmer under her skin, and she doesn't hesitate before she picks up the glass and turns around to face him, caged between him and the counter. ]

I'd love to. I enjoyed your instruction very much.

[ in every sense of the word. she smiles and downs the glass like a seasoned drinker. this time it's deliberate when she tips her head back to expose the fair line of her throat, when it works as she swallows down the liquid, creamy white foam and all.

smooth as butter, no gag reflex.

she expects him to apply that knowledge to more lurid scenes, the way she is right now when she imagines taking his cock in her mouth, the weight and shape of him, the way he tastes on her tongue when she swallows around him.

lumine licks her lips just as deliberately to catch the barest dregs of that white foam on her lips, and she smiles wickedly as she sets the glass aside. ]

I think I'm in the mood for something more... creamy now. Have you considered a side career as a teacher?

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