OOM: A pleasant evening with Saffron and Moist

[scots_wolf]

They had found each other downstairs, and without much ado, hardly more than looks, decided to take themselves upstairs, to Urquhart's room, to enjoy each other in whatever way they'd feel like.

So, Urquhart opens the door to Saffron and Moist both, followed by the dog (who lies in his corner by the fire, as the humans will want to do their human things) and some rats with a cart that contains food and drink, to relax with, or maybe enjoy later. The rats leave, and Urquhart goes around with a taper, lighting oriental glass lamps and braziers. It's still a bit too cold, from the outside, to do without.

The divan looks as inviting as ever.

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[yosafbridge]

Many things have changed in the Bar - but she's more than happy to see that this, at least, has remained the same.

She slips her shoes off almost instantly, making herself comfortable on the divan with a pleased, relaxed smile.

"It's good to see you both in one piece," she replies, giving them an amused look.

[morethanprops]

Moist slips off his jacket and shoes before stretching out on the divan beside her, "From what little I saw before I left, staying didn't make any sense."

[scots_wolf]

"No, it didn't," Urquhart says, pouring some nice dry red wine for all three of them. "Actually, I'm glad I missed the end as well. And yes, I'm very glad to be in one piece again, and apologise for the temporary interruption."

As poor Moist had very much seen him in two pieces.

[yosafbridge]

"I'd say I'm disappointed for missing out on everything that went on, but maybe it's better that the door was closed to me," she replies, stretching out slowly.

"A girl can only do so much with a rifle."

[morethanprops]

He takes a long drink of wine before answering as that was more blood than he ever wanted to see, "I'd much rather see your red hair than that shade of red again."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart hands a glass of wine to Saffron as well, then slouches on the divan as well, large and strong and inviting.

He takes a sip. It's a very good French wine.

"I think I'd quite enjoy a break from the bloodshed as well," he admits. "There's so much profit and fun out there for which we don't have to spill a single drop."

He reaches out to touch Saffron's hair -- yes, that is the most pleasing shade of red imaginable.

[yosafbridge]

Moist's overall demeanor seems a little jarred; she doesn't fault him for that, not after seeing what she knows he's seen. She reaches out her hand to him, slipping fingers through his before she pulls him close to the both of them, frowning faintly.

"It's better up close," she murmurs, taking a sip of the wine before pressing a kiss to the edge of Moist's mouth, simultaneously tilting her head back into the touch of Urquhart's fingers.

[morethanprops]

Violence is something he avoids for a good reason, he doesn't like it and he grew up in a place where it came in worrying varieties. He turns to return the kiss, savoring the taste of her and the wine.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart extends his touch to them both, to lightly hold them as they kiss, and he takes another sip of his wine.

[yosafbridge]

She murmurs a sentiment in Chinese, a reassurance that neither of them are going anywhere, leaning back against Urquhart's chest as she pulls Moist along with, grinning slowly.

"This wine is delicious, by the by," she adds, breaking the kiss to tilt her head back.

[morethanprops]

"Mm, yes," He takes another sip before kissing her again and running a hand up her thigh and then up to Urquhart's chest.

[scots_wolf]

"It is," Urquhart agrees, running a hand down Saffron's hair, over her chest, then over Moist's shoulders and back.

He dips his head, and kisses Saffron, his amber eyes smiling into hers.

[yosafbridge]

She almost chuckles against his lips, kissing back slowly.

"You're going to make me spill the wine."

[morethanprops]

"That would be a shame,"

With a little adjusting, he gets one leg against Urquhart and most of his body against Saffron before kissing the hollow of her neck.

[scots_wolf]

"Hmm, you're right," Urquhart says, taking another sip from his own glass before leaning over to kiss Moist's neck, his hair sliding over both Saffron's and Moist's shoulders as he bends.

[yosafbridge]

All she can do is laugh again, the sound quickly dissolving into a purr as she tips her head back, exposing the fair line of her throat.

"Don't say you weren't warned," she murmurs.

[morethanprops]

Moist hums before dipping his his fingers in his wine and then setting it on a table.

Then he carefully dots in on Saffron's collarbone and Urquhart's lips before kissing it off.

[scots_wolf]

"Hmmmm," Urquhart says. "That way, the wine tastes best."

He is kissing Moist now, the tart taste of the red wine on both their lips.

[yosafbridge]

She tilts her head back and chuckles, a soft deep sound in her chest as she stretches out between them, one hand resting on a thigh as the other roams over a chest.

It doesn't seem important to distinguish between who she's touching at this point.

[morethanprops]

Moist would answer but he's enjoying Urquhart's kiss and caressing Saffron's thigh.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart's hands are sliding over Saffron's breast, and down Moist's back, his arms around them both.

[yosafbridge]

She arches between the two of them, against a hand covering her breast and one on her thigh.

Her hand shakes, but doesn't lose its grip on the wine glass - just enough to get the backs of her knuckles wet.

[morethanprops]

When she arches, Moist shifts into her and shifts to kiss Urquhart's neck and says against it,

"How long will the wine last?"

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart bends to lick the wine off Saffron's hand.

"Let's drink up and then shed some clothes," he says. "The braziers should be warming the air quite nicely now."

[yosafbridge]

"I'll drink to that," she agrees, slowly slipping her way out from between them.

Her wine is half-empty, and finishing it off is easier than it looks. She sets the empty glass down and grins impishly, reaching for the ties in the back of her dress.