[littl3chocobo]

getting back into the throws of dancing was strange after such a long vacation. galvin cleaned off the sweat left from his last client and found himself hungry for something he could not name. inside the dark room he found the pale freckled man behind his desk, "that's my spot." he said, taking a seat in the cloth-covered lap.

he would be lying if he said he had not been waiting for this exchange for close to an hour all in the same lazy lean waiting for when pyce would finally come in and find him looking smug and chilled. the wait was worth it when he caught sight of black net over soft chocolate skin that dared melt into the gloom, the man looked like something out of a dirty romance novel or a particularly classless movie that had spent it's budget on explosions and skin. with a grin now blooming on his lips he watched pyce saunter over and melt into his lap like a spoilt cat, "as your accountant and lover i think i can sit wherever i damn well please, without me both your books and your stomach would be devastated"

it was hard to argue with the smug bastard especially when he was right. twisting until his fingers latched onto ambrosia's collar galvin pulled him into a kiss that he did not break until he needed air, "then what is for dinner and it had better be half dead or oozing cheese."

"i figured starting back in with the spicy takeout is less than ideal so i booked us a reservation to jardin de pomme, lucky for you they keep their doors open until one and our reservation holds until then with the wine circulating by the hour the longer we wait." letting his hand slide down the patch of black and rest against the fir curves he felt pleased, "though i do not know what suffering my reputation will take. of all of my lovers only you eve and cirro know i am back and was accidental since i sent the doctor to tend to her. what scandal you cause galvin pyce"

it was just enough time to change into something he could easily slip out of later. he felt somewhat honored at the declaration and curling his fingers along the pale nape he ran his tongue along the veins of ambrosia's neck before sucking lightly and resting against the reddened skin to whisper seductively, "is this something for after dinner?"

it was but not because pyce was trying so much as pyce was the reason for wanting it. chuckling he let his fingers massage the plump skin under his hand, "if you did not mind cheap takeout it would be for whenever, get dressed so we can go and i will try not to get you messy on the way"