He nearly jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, blue eyes looking up wide before they softened, seeing bright, fiery eyes looking back at him. Those red eyes blinked a little in shock, and he had to laugh, seeing Ira's complete confusion, "I'm- I'm sorry. You scared me a little bit."
"I can tell." Her lips curled up into a smile, her hand squeezing his shoulder gently, "Are you all right?"
He chuckled, turning his head to kiss her hand softly, looking up at her with a wink, the awful memory, and panic now gone, "I'm all right now that you're here, beautiful."
She bit her lip, feeling that kiss, a little blush along her cheeks. Tristan liked seeing her pause with small affections. It was somewhat surprising how something simple like a kiss could catch her off guard, forcing to think of a flirty response for him.
His fiery queen was sweetly awkward.
However, her eyes took in that cut on his cheek and narrowed. She eyed it suspiciously, her jaw set firmly.
He closed his eyes, feeling that hint of fear, just like he did when she was roaring for him. He spoke first, cutting off the line of questioning before it could begin, "That was my fault. I have a bit of a bad habit." He smiled, one hand moving to caress her, his lips softly brushing against her fingers with soft tiny kisses on her vibrant, dark skin.
"You need to stop that, then." She smirked, cooing at his teasing kisses, "Only I should be allowed to mark you."
He chuckled softly, though a part of him knew that she wasn't joking. Something must be wrong with him if he found those words more sexy than crazy. Granted, he had his own...issues to deal with, "You marked me plenty already, sweetie."
Her hand moved away from his lips to stroke his cheek. He hissed a little as her palm pressed against the cut, feeling that slight burn from her touch. It was not unwelcomed; with that touch of pain also brought a gentle touch of affection. He savored that feeling, nuzzling his cheek against her hand.
Ira gave a soft coo as he nuzzled against her hand, and he looked up to see that her eyes were lidded, a precious ruby under her lashes as her thumb slowly moved to stroke his lips. "I wish you didn't cover them all up."
He kissed that thumb softly, his body turning and his arms moving to wrap around her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin just barely beneath her white cotton dress. He could hear the slight whines of disappointment from the lovely group at the bar, whines that made his fiery companion smirk. He chuckled, looking up at her, "You did leave some pretty dark marks, babe. I had to cover them up."
She turned back to him, her hand moving from his cheek to his hair, "Well, what if I wanted to make sure everyone knew who you belonged to?"
His smile as bright as he winked, "I think everyone here can tell."
"Still, I'd like to leave a unique mark." Her hand brushed against the cut, making him flinch. Her chuckle was low with a hint of a purr, "Maybe something permanent. So it doesn't fade like my roses."
That made him pause, his brow furrowing. He closed his eyes, dropping his arms from Ira's waist with a sigh. He shifted to make room for her next to him, as well as giving him some space to think about those words, "Ira, I can't tell if you mean some of the things you say."
He felt her body next to him, close to him, her voice deep and soft, "What things, sweetie?"
He bit his lip, his hand moving to scratch his cheek. Her hand reached out to grip his wrist, gently yet firmly, stopping him. He looked over at her, his blue eyes gazing into her red ones, seeing that glare before it softened at his gaze.
He sighed, lowering his hand just slightly to intertwine his fingers with hers, "You tell me I'm yours, you're talking about taking care of me and having me quit my job and now," His lips twitched a little bit, his eyes lowered away from hers, "You want to brand me? You mean a lot to me, babe b-but I'm not too sure about..." He wasn't good at this, at expressing his fear, at hurting her, "...I hope I'm more than property to you."
"Tristan, of course, you are." She pressed her forehead against his, her body trembling, "You are more than that to me. I'm just-"She released a stuttered chuckle, her voice trembling, "I'm just playing around."
Her voice never stuttered like that; he doubted that she was just playing around. Her anguish that night, how she painted his skin with reds, blues, and purples, her offer, it was a lot to take in. Her 'joke' about marking him permanently was too far; she had to know that was too far.
Yet...she wanted him.
No one wanted him more than she did.
His other hand moved to stroke her sides, running up to gently touch her shoulder, pressing against what little remained of her arm. He cooed softly, soothing her shaking, accepting her, "I don't mind a little kink, sweetie." He smiled softly, kissing her forehead, "I don't mind your roses. I like that my queen is rough."
His eyes took in her supple lips, loving how thick they were, "As long as we leave out the branding and give yourself to me a little." He lowered his head, pressing his lips against hers. She moaned into the kiss, her hand moving from his fingers to stroke his cheek.
His body warmed up a bit as he remembered how she tasted, how she felt, how she quivered from his very intimate touch. However, not wanting to be kicked out before they got their first drink, he pulled back, kissing her cheek, "You may scare me, but that doesn't stop how sexy you are."
Her trembling had stopped, and she gave a little snort, before chuckling, "I shouldn't scare you. As long as you behave yourself." She looked down at the cocktail menu, eying one of the drinks displayed, "Tristan, I know I can be intense, but you're not my property." She turned to him with a gentle smile, "You're my boyfriend."
He laughed as she said that, the words not matching her sultry, deep voice.
Her eyes narrowed, and she pressed her lips together firmly, "What?"
He shook his head, "That was adorable. And so not like you. Maybe you should call me your pet instead."
She gave a haughty scoff, looking away from him. However, by the way, her thighs shifted underneath that skirt, she was not opposed to the idea. She looked at him again, a smirk on her face, her eyes sparkling, "Pervert."
He grinned, kissing cheek again, "For you? My incredibly sexy 'master'? Of course." He wrapped his arm around her, stroking her shoulder. His eyes drifted back towards the menu, "Decide on anything, sweetie?"
"The Whiskey old fashioned sounds amazing right now. What about you?"
"The Dark and Stormy cocktail sounds good to me...like you sound good."
She bit her lip, "Behave..."
"Oh, I am. I do mean that the cocktail sounds delicious." He chuckled, stroking her shoulder, "I can go get it; I think I owe you."
"No, you stay here, I'll get the drinks."
"Oh, is my sugar mama gonna pay?"
"Shut up." She laughed despite the glare she was attempting, shaking her head as she stood up, her curls fluttering back and forth as the light hit those strands. She indeed was like a flame as she started walking to the bar.
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