[log] time is never wasted when you've lived and learned

[apostatised]

Between the things that keep Martel and Candice respectively quite busy, sometimes it takes him a while to corner her to talk (he can corner her really quickly for...other things), to appraise her of what he's been acquiring and generally to do something other than make a nuisance of himself.

Candice is quite possibly the most patient woman in the multiverse, sometimes. Martel likes to give the impression, occasionally, that he lacks any patience whatsoever; this is not true, like many things he likes to give the impression of from time to time.

"There you are."

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[newmythology.livejournal.com]

Pause. Tactical consideration.

"To take off my jeans?" She suspects he'd appreciate that more than the truth, which is 'I am going to go hide until I stop blushing'.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"I think I've mastered the buttons," he offers, gallantly.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"Iii don't know about that." Don't goad him, Candice.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Don't goad him, Candice, because he might find it entertaining to 'accidentally' break aforementioned buttons. Since he hasn't got the hang of them. After all.

...sigh.

"Here, let me show you-"

None of this is going to help her stop blushing.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

She bats at his hands, ineffectually-

"Weren't we having a conversation? Wouldn't you rather focus on that rather than getting me naked in the middle of the day?"

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Martel tugs his fingers through her belt loops, amused. "I can be interested in getting under your clothes at any hour, but if you'd rather discuss-"

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

Candice digs her nails into his shoulder.

"Sure," she says, sweetly.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"What sort of brat have I brought home with me." The sort he loves past bounds of reason. It would be grand if that was more figurative than it is.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm a brat, am I? I don't know, I think I'm pretty good to you--" Kissing along his jaw and throat will surely demonstrate that. It's interesting, maybe, how often they 'go for the throat' on each other- on one hand, it's a little weird, but on the other, sort of makes sense.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"That - hello, yes - that hardly precludes being a - brat, or some form of nuisance-"

Martel's always thought it makes perfect sense.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you'd like me to stop being such a nuisance--" She leans back away from him, as though she's going to tip herself out of his lap.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"An observation, my love, not a complaint-"

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"Well, then. What would you like? Apparently you aren't being clear enough."

Stop. Trolling each other. It's like they have to do this every time before they can have anything resembling a lengthy conversation.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"To drive you absolutely, exquisitely mad." He kisses her shoulder, rests his face there briefly, and straightens. "We've still got to go looking at those properties- did you want to wait until after this next job of yours?"

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"You're not even halfway there, although I don't know if you mean in the conventional sense." GOSH, HOW COULD HE MEAN. "No, let's go before. By the time I get back we should have something confirmed and we can go from there."

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Martel smiles blandly at her, and then tilts his head back contemplatively. "All right. I'll sort the situation with Master Doul as best I can for the month, we can make the appointments for - mmm, not this week, the following?"

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"I think I can put it off that long, yes." She kisses him, then, briefly. "Just remember to miss me when I'm gone."

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"I'm in no danger of forgetting." Really. ...really.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"I suspected as much." More biting, Candice? Must we? Recall that before they met she was never really acquainted with such a practice.

Of course, terrifyingly, Martel is basically her first in a lot of ways. That's a little fucked up, you guys.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

And yet, incredibly convenient. ...in ways that are a little fucked up, hello there. "You know me very well already."

Especially his fondness for teeth.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"I should certainly hope so." Teeth + neck + nails up his shirt. Candice has a plan here, you see.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"One of these days we'll have ourselves a wedding. And somewhere in Elenia Sarathi will have himself a heart attack." Martel seems cheered by this notion. ...or it could be her nails, perhaps, and the fact he's renewing investigation in her buttons.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"Sarathi...?" She kisses the corner of his mouth after she says it.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

He tugs on her lip with his teeth, briefly. "It's another name for the Archprelate. Sarathi was the first."

That said, he made it sound personal.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"Mm. I see. You sound well-acquainted." Sometime- soon- she's going to ask about that, Martel. For today, though, she gives a very and unfairly intentional twist in his lap and then-

-slides right out of it.

"I'm going to bed," she calls, "we should talk more, later- I have a few things for us to go over. Not pressing."