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For @thesanguinare : Out on the Town

In the few hours since he had seen Skarlet, Erron had made it back to where he was staying to make himself a little more presentable. He'd showered, shaved and dressed a bit sharper than usual. He was careful to match his boots, hat and jacket. He had even dabbed himself with a little Dragon's Blood scented oil behind his ears. He'd always enjoyed how his own scent blended with the that of the resin.

He glanced over his reflection in the looking glass, gave his coat a final straightening, and headed off on his way. He was a little early, but that was a given. You were not supposed to keep a lady waiting...it was a mighty bad look.

The sun was setting and the cool of the evening was creeping in as lanterns were lit. It was a lovely scene and it was a refreshing reminder to Erron why he preferred Outworld with its blend of exotic adventures to his own Realm. It felt like something he'd read about in an old adventure story...but it was real and there...ready and waiting to be experienced as long as he could live.

He quickly found himself waiting across the street from the palace. He wasn't so bold as to knock on the door or ask the guards to let him in when he didn't have an active contract. That would surely make him look a little too comfortable with being there.

Regardless...he was there, ready and waiting.

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They had seemed to find a rhythm that suited them. Skarlet's devotion to the Emperor and Erron's wanderlust could both be accommodated with it. Besides...it gave Skarlet a break from him...it let her indulge her hunger without him there-out of sight, out of mind...and it gave her a little distance from his magic rich blood. He could not imagine it was easy having the equivalent of a well cooked, prime steak under her nose at all times. Their two lifestyle preferences seemed to compliment other, nicely. Though they were often far apart physically, the woman in red was rarely far from his thoughts.

"I've got a room rented...mostly to keep my things in. I don't want the Kahn thinking I'm exclusive to him. You know how business is."

Under the table, his boot lightly teased her ankle.

"Your quarters, on the other hand? A most welcome change of scenery. Always a pleasure and an offer I'd be happy to take you up on."

His hand reached for hers on the table.

"Well, hot damn. I just keep being the luckiest son of a bitch alive."

There were moments where their passions spilled over into her more craven needs. Erron's blood was rich by nature, but the magic that sustained his life made it an intoxicating elixir. She'd tasted it of course, when lovers were also fighters blood would be present, but she had never, to the credit of her will and his self perseveration, truly fed from him. She could imagine it would be spectacular, but the thought of losing him was far more potent a worry. A sign she cared for him more than she was willing to admit, which was another good reason for him to spend time away from her.

If either of them were to become a liability for the other, that could be a lethal mistake.

"Of course, you must be seen as an independent contractor, I respect that."

The feel of hardened leather and cool metal grazed her ankle, in a dress the feel of it was surprising to her and enough to draw a quick reaction, it melted into a pleased smile quickly enough and her hand joined his, her fingers tracing over his before settling atop them.

"Who knows how your luck will continue this evening.

If they hadn't ordered, she would be tempted to skip their meal and make their exit now, but the quivering excitement of this flirtation was not unlike stalking prey and it was serving well to work up her appetite.

Skarlet’s reaction at the touch of his boot sent a thrill up his spine. His thumb ran over her fingers when her hand joined his.

“Well…I am sure someone knows…but she’s aiming to surprise me.”

He gave Skarlet a quick wink.

He was content to wait for their food to arrive…her company was most welcome and like her, he enjoyed the thrill of the chase…the promise of excitement. All in good time. They complimented each other nicely in that respect as well. He was fine with being her figurative prey for the evening.

“I don’t always like surprises, but yours are always mighty fine.”

He sighed and nodded softly.

“I appreciate the invitation. It will be nice to be spending time with you under significantly better circumstances than the last time I was in your quarters.”

"As I recall you enjoy certain surprises."

Not in battle always and definitely not in contracts but when it came to things she could or would do to or with him she knew he was very open.

They had shared some intense and intimate history and it was looking as though tonight might expand on that. Her lips curled in a lush smile and she was about to say something when their food arrived, cutting her playtime short for the moment.

"The last time you were there you needed healing, you appear fit and ready now. And after all this, you will be well fed." She smiled and turned the metal plate upon which sat a thick cut of steak, hot but smelling of fresh meat. The scent was tempting and she wasted little time cutting into the meat and tasting the rare flesh.

Erron raised an eyebrow and a smile tugged at the corner of his lip again.

“Hmph. I do as long as you are concerned. You tend to rustle up the best kinds of surprises.”

It was then that their food arrived and he seemed to get the temporary last word in. He nodded his thanks to the server that delivered their food. Erron wasn’t about to let good beef go cold, so he cut into his rare steak and tasted it.

It was perfect-a soft pink middle and buttery soft meat that cut like a dream. He dipped his into the gravy of his mashed potatoes before he ate it.

He nodded at Skarlet.

“I hope the beef and potatoes meet your expectations.”

They certainly met his. The flavor combination reminded him a bit of the home he had left behind decades ago. He had moved on to better things, obviously…but scent and taste memories were potent things.

“Nice to have a little piece of the best thing about EarthRealm here.”

The meal was, as most things with the man tended to, a surprise. Skarlet had never really felt satisfied with most meals. She had starved in the streets, fought and begged for scraps just to sustain what pitiful life she had. Her ravenous nature did not end when her master remade her, it merely changed with her. Her hunger ran deeper and was less easy to sate now, food could fill her belly but still even so she could be on the trembling edge of hunger and want of blood.

The meat, as he had recommended, offered her both sustenance and liberal blood as well. Not as rich as higher beings, but it was still full and flavored, and she could openly enjoy it without others running in fear of her to ruin her meal. She found herself with a peculiar expression, almost childlike in the freedom of her enjoyment. Another new experience she had him to thank for.

The vegetable was fine, it had good flavor and was filling, but she was very taken with the meat, which was no surprise. She made a note that she would have this brought to the palace as an option for her in the future. It satisfied far better than the lizard and dessert spawn that usually sustained her when she was between battles to feed.

"If this is a taste of home it makes it a tempting place to venture to, if only to sample." Of course, she already knew one delicacy from there, sitting right across from her.

Erron cast a few glances up at Skarlet and enjoyed the pleasant feeling that bubbled up inside him. She was clearly enjoying the rare steak, just as he thought she would. He was happy to see her actually enjoying food rather than just having it be a necessity for sustenance. He kept his looks to a minimum as no predator enjoyed being watched while it ate.

It was still nice to see her enjoying herself.

"If you want, sometime I'll take you on a tour...you know, to sample the local cuisine...though I'm more than happy to bring it to you."

One way or another.

She was attuned enough to her surroundings to know when she was watched, even by one as keen eyes as him. It was part of her nature and her abundance of caution, but he was perhaps the one person whose attention she didn't mind. Even her master, she only tolerated based on the nature of their relationship.

"We shall discuss that later. Perhaps this evening we can tour to reacquaint with more personal territories." Her foot nudged his own, she pushed back her emptied plate and took up her wine. One appetite sated, she was finding another beginning to rise.

There was a warm chuckle in his chest at the nudge to his foot. His own foot pressed back against it. He slid his empty plate out of the way and leaned forward, resting his elbpw on the table and setting his chin on that hand.

"Oh?"

That was a very interested "oh."

His other hand reached for his own wine glass that he held across the table and clinked against Skarlet's. Her words made a pleasant little burn start in his belly and a bristle to the hairs on his neck.

"Well, I do like the sound of that. I was hoping you'd say something to that effect. Cheers, Skarlet. To reacquainting, tch, with each other's personal territories."

There was a mischievous glimmer in his eyes that Skarlet would find all too familiar.

Skarlet tipped back her wine and finished it in a long, enthusiastic draft, and set the empty cup down on the table-top. Her tongue made a slow pass over her lip, collecting any stray traces of the rich wine clinging there.

"As soon as you're finished, you may escort me back to my quarters," She eased back in her chair looking very much like a cat eyeing her favorite catnip mouse.

"And I hope you didn't have plans for tomorrow, I believe you will be fully occupied."

Erron's eyes followed her tongue as it ran over her lips and he audibly swallowed and raised his eyebrow before quickly downing his own wine. He cleared his throat and set his glass down before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a stack of gold coins and placing them on the table. He whistled to the waiter signaling for the bill. He paid, with a hefty tip for discretion.

He rose and offered her his hand.

"I'd be happy to do the honors."

He leaned in and whispered.

"I hope you don't think this presumptuous, but I left the whole day open for you."

Her hand slid into his, and she rose, like everything it was more of a fluid motion than an effort. Her Kahn had recreated her in an elegant form, one which moved with grace and purpose. And currently her purpose was the man before her.

"I think that is a sign of wisdom and foresight." She smiled in return.

Her lips pressed a quick kiss to his ear before she whispered. "And that wisdom will be rewarded."

Many eyes turned to follow the pair, not overtly as few dared to be so bold, but downcast gazes observed the couple on their walk back toward the palace and her quarters. Lavishly appointed in drappings of silks in red and black and always just a degree warmer than skin. Fires glowed in bronze braziers about the room, scented incense something like cinnamon and jasmine.

Gun calloused fingers curled around her delicate hand when she accepted his. A silent chuckle caused his frame to move slightly at that kiss and that response. The gunslinger knew the way, but he was sure to let Skarlet lead him. He had been to the palace and to her quarters specifically numerous times, but he was always a guest and he was sure to act accordingly.

When the door closed behind them, he removed his hat an hung it on one to the hooks by the door. He paused for a moment, eyes shut to inhale and scent the room, picking up on the smoke, the cinnamon, the florals and the hint of metal. He exhaled with a smile and opened his eyes.

"I'm glad to be here again."

He'd survived, thanks to her. Skarlet had kept watch over him as his magic blood had brought him back from the brink. She'd kept watch over him despite her own nature and he wouldn't ever forget that. The scents of the room brought him back to those weeks where he'd drifted in and out of consciousness to always find her there.

He crossed the room to where Skarlet was and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck slowly before he moved up and pressed his nose into her hair and breathed in her scent.

"Damn, I missed you."

"The last time you were in my bed I feared it might be the last time." His wounds had been severe, but he was hearty and she sat by his side to watch over him until he woke and was able to see to himself. It had been an exercise in self-restraint being so close to him with the rich and potent scent of his blood so openly available to her. Her care for him, the depth of her feelings gave her the strength to keep her hunger in check.

Now that he was well she felt less compelled to worry about causing him harm and he could well defend himself even if she lost control. A possibility when he moved to her like he did.

Skarlet purred with the contact between the bits of skin that her outfit bared and his own, skin on skin, skin on leather, the contact was tantalizing. His personal scent of gun oil, ash, and leather filled her senses when he drew that close. He made her gasp with his words, the low long drawl rumbling against her skin.

"Gods, Erron. I've missed you." One arm reached behind her, fingers sinking into his hair and nails lightly dragging along his scalp. She pressed bodily back against him, wanting for all the more contact with him that she could have.

Erron hummed into her hair as she spoke,holding her close when she pushed back against him.

"Yeah? Me, too. I thought I was a goner...but thanks to you...I ain't gonna ride off into the sunset permanently for a long while yet."

Erron shuddered as her nails ran through his short hair, dragging along his scalp. His arms tightened, holding her close, pressing against her, pressing a series of kisses into Skarlet's hair.

"I ain't going nowhere, darlin,'"

For her touch was something that she had mainly only in kombat or the rare praise from her master. She had thought to take lovers between the periods when Erron would return but the idea soured for her quickly. Why set herself up for disappointment?

So she reveled in it when he was with her, as now. She turned in his hold to face him, her arms wrapping around him and her lips seeking his out to speak more eloquently of her pleasure at having him in her boudoir than her words could accomplish. Her kiss was needy, hungry, the flavor of spiced wine still clung to them.

The feel of him, taut muscle and strength had always stirred her, dressed in leathers or sand wraps he was an imposing figure of a man. And he was here with her. If it was possible she would feel giddy over it, but she would consider it an effect of the wine and the nearness of his blood.

Erron let her turn in his grip, shifting his hands up her back, pulling her close when she went in to kiss him. He met her lips, just as hungry as she was. While he never had a shortage of words for Skarlet...Erron was ultimately a man of action.

He wasted no time deepening their kiss, tasting her and the wine form dinner. A low, desperate and hungry sound rumbled in his throat as his hips angled to grind against hers. Skarlet had always been aware of the effect she had on him, but it sure as hell didn't hurt to let her know she still did. The fire in his belly felt like hot coals being stoked and he could feel his heart beating in his own ears. He could practically feel the fire in his blood rise up and he was sure that Skarlet could feel it just as much.

She could more than feel it, she could smell the rise in his blood, she could nearly taste it. The temptation to let her tongue wander over his skin was strong.

"Come."

Skarlet managed to hold her composure to lead him to the bed that had served as his place of recovery so recently. Her eyes glittered up at him as her fingers deftly worked the buckle of his gun belt. She eased down to her knees to let her fingers crawl up his thigh to unfasten the strap there as well. Never breaking eye contact with him and letting her hands wander as she saw to disarming him.

Erron allowed himself to be led back to Skarlet's bed, a place he was familiar with even before his extended stay. He smiled and eased down to sit on the edge of the bed when she went down. He smiled and let her tug and work at his gun belt. She was the only other person he trusted to disarm him and it was mighty sexy to feel and watch her work. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear.

"Beautiful."

Both her and her handiwork...now and always.

Her head tipped into his touch, her eyes closed and she smiled pleased with his words and the contact as she worked.

His weapons were never moved far, she understood and respected him too much to think to keep him without the tools of his trade. When she had the belt off him she coiled it and placed it neatly to the bedside table.

Next she removed his boots, her intent obvious to continue from there until she had him undressed if he allowed her to.

Erron noted the soft warmth that fluttered in his heart when he noted how Skarlet, like always, kept his guns close. He wasn't used to being understood, which he was something he suspected she was familiar with, as well. It wasn't something he sought out often-he was a rough man used to trying times and isolation-it felt strange to be open and intimate. Still, he found himself enjoying the softness felt in his heart, even if it wasn't for very long in the grand scheme of things.

Skarlet would not find an ounce of resistance from him. Following her lead, he carefully undid the chain on her massive jewel and laid it beside his gun, chain laid around it in a similar manner.

She understood him because it was important to her to know him. She wanted to know what made him happy and content. He was perhaps the only other being she cared for the happiness of other than herself.

She worked for the causes of her Kahn of course, but it wasn't his pleasure she sought. No, that was a rarified status only one man held.

Skarlet stood after she'd disrobed him and she drew the soft draped cloth of her clothing away leaving her pale skin bare to him as she joined him on the bed, straddling his lap and taking a seat on his knees.

"It has been too long since you were last in my bed like this."

Erron's calloused hands ran over her soft, pale skin. He pressed his nose into her neck to inhale her scent before kissing her pulse point as his hands did not stop trailing over her, content to feel as much of her as they could. She was right. It had been too long since he had been in her bed like this. He kissed up her neck to her ear where he lightly nipped her earlobe and softly drug his teeth over it to let go.

"It has..."

His hardness pressed against her inner thigh as she straddled him and he made a pleased groan before pulling her close and placing his forehead against hers.

"...been too long."

He pressed his lips against hers, gently at first...soft, quick kisses that gradually became hungrier and more insistent.

There were many things she wanted to do to him, things she'd longed to do since they'd last been together. But if he had allowed such time as he'd told her then she could wait to indulge in more of him and move more directly to what they both needed to ease those tensions of long absences.

His body was a marvel of taut, hard muscle and agile quickness, there were few who could move as sharply as he could. That was arousing, as was the scent of him, the taste of him and most to the point the feel of him. Skarlet moaned with a grind against him.

"I need to feel you inside me, Erron."

She purred in his ear even as her hand wormed between them to take hold of him and give him a couple good strokes before she centered him under her and let the head of him part her already slick lips. She rolled her hips to take him in deeper, her breath shuddering in pleasure.

While Skarlet's body didn't show scars, his taut muscles were dotted with them-the remnants of of old wounds-slashes and the like, though significantly less obvious than they would be on anyone else, were still there. His most recent one still stood out from his flesh, unlike many of the others. It was a rather large mark on his left side between his ribcage and his thigh...but...thanks to luck, magic and a blood mage's careful attention, it would eventually fade to little more than a shade of difference.

There was a wild hunger of need welling up in him. He was more than willing to fulfill her every whim in the time the had together...but first things first...they had some tension to ease. Erron's breath hitched as he felt himself throb in her grasp as she stroked him. After a few, he shivered a little as she lined him up and started to ease him into her. He made a pleasured gasp, but still managed to smile at her shuddering breath, rolling his own hips to meet her, then easing them back and slowly repeating the motion. His hands went to the small of Skarlet's back to steady her.

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