OOM: Urquhart and Moist, preparing for a job on the Discworld

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart has a bag of fresh food dangling from his wrist, and his other arm thrown around Moist.

He unlocks the door. His room looks very inviting, tidy, and comfortable.

"Cooking first, or sex first?"

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[morethanprops]

"Oh yes, but he'd be a tricky one to seduce."

[scots_wolf]

"The trick would be to catch the right time and the right angle," Urquhart says. "But basically, he's seducable. He did sleep with his former lover when I paid that one, also."

[morethanprops]

"I wonder what his type is."

[scots_wolf]

"It seems very varied," Urquhart says. "I hear he had a vampire, at one point. And a castrato singer. And then, the man-whore."

[morethanprops]

"Did they look alike?"

[scots_wolf]

"Hmmm," Urquhart ponders. "The vampire had long golden hair and a very sweet nature; I don't know anything about the castrato, and the whore is rather small and dark-curled and a bit bristly, which he thinks is sophistication."

[morethanprops]

"Are they like the Goth and prone to overdramatizing things?"

[scots_wolf]

"That's probably it," Urquhart says. "They're emotional and intense and dramatic. I hear that at first, the Goth fought a duel to the death with the castrato because they'd offended each other that badly."

[morethanprops]

"How operatic of them. They'd fit right in Uberwald."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart chuckles. "Absolutely," he says. "So, with the right amount of opera and drama at the right moment, it should be possible to seduce the Goth."

[morethanprops]

"Possibly while explaining how you can never truly love again but you'll try."

[scots_wolf]

"While taking shelter together in a dark and stormy night," Urquhart chuckles. "With dramatic weather outside staging the end of the world..."

[morethanprops]

"And someone coming to kill the last of your people."

[scots_wolf]

"He'd so fall for dreary Scottish tales of clan warfare, too," Urquhart says. "He'd even believe in the lake snake, but that won't get anybody laid."

[morethanprops]

"Talking about how your poor mother was eaten by a werewolf or a vampire might. Lost on the moors and gone forever."

[scots_wolf]

"He'd want to comfort me then," Urquhart says, grinning as he adds the okras.

He turns to kiss Moist, as one mustn't forget the really important things, not even while plotting fun but unimportant mischief.

[morethanprops]

Moist lengthens the kiss, he does enjoy plotting with Urquhart.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart can easily plot, kiss, and stir the pan at the same time.

[morethanprops]

So Moist gets closer and caresses Urquhart.

[scots_wolf]

Well, that is distracting. Urquhart puts down the spoon to give more attention to the kissing and touching.

[morethanprops]

"Mm, how much more does the food need?" As he'd rather not stop just yet.

[scots_wolf]

"We add the fish and the mangoes and herbs, and then let it simmer on very low for quite a while," Urquhart murmurs against his mouth.

[morethanprops]

"Then let's do that quickly,"

Moist says as he nips at Urquhart's lips.

[scots_wolf]

Luckily, fish, mangoes and herbs are prepared and just need to go in before Urquhart can turn his full attention to Moist.

[morethanprops]

Moist appreciates that and pulls Urquhart away from the cooking as he gets his hands down Urquhart's trousers.