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[ sierra watched him drink,  staring at judas with those big,  dark eyes of hers.  she liked watching him eat,  drink,  anything to do with his mouth -- she especially liked to watch & hear him swear.  with his voice,  always so warm and honeyed,  hearing him say something vulgar always gave her a thrill. she leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him;  not like before,  brief and teasing,  but slow,  open-mouthed,  one hand cupping his thigh and the other threading through his hair.   after a long moment sierra pulled away,  licking her lips. ]   worth every cent.  how was your day?

@nemeseias 
            i'll have to put "sierra reva's personal shopper" on my resume then.  [ he checked his watch,  squinting to see the time before his eyes returned to her,  a cheeky grin formed on his lips now. ]  it's never too early to start drinking.  have you ever met the french ?  they start a lot earlier than i do.  [ he accepted the glass,  setting it on the counter next to him to take her glass instead.  he took a small sip,  swirling it around in his mouth before he swallowed. ]  fucking..  almost two thousand,  i think.  won it in an auction over a bunch of stuffy old guys.  the victory makes it taste better,  surely.

no thank you.  it’s not the same if you’re not the one actually going and buying things for me.    [ sierra gave him a look,  amused and almost incredulous. ]   it’s a little early to start drinking,  don’t you think?   [ still sierra went to get him what she had,  one of two bottles of vintage he bought her last weekend.  they’d downed the first easily between the two of them,  but after that there were much more pressing matters than cabernet sauvignon.  sierra poured them a glass each then returned to him,  holding it out with a smile. ]    no champagne.   but i remember this was nice.  how much was it,  again?

[ sierra nodded and reached into her own blazer pocket,  procuring in moments a small lighter.  with practiced ease she flipped it open,  took judas' lone cigarette,  placed it between his waiting lips & lit it.  this wing of the gotham central criminal courthouse was grand,  as the rest of the building was,  but outdated:  no smoke alarms in any office,  only in the hallways connecting one directly to the elevators and stairwells.  a safety oversight sierra and judas often exploited.  sierra let judas smoke for a minute or two,  not immediately stealing his cigarette like she usually did.  instead,  she turned her face into his neck to kiss it,  careful not to let her lipstick touch his collar where it might permanently stain. ]    you smell good today..  really good.  are you wearing something different?

@nemeseias 
            seduction,  human resources violation,  it's all the same in the eyes of workplace law.  [ judas laughed softly,  voice low and melodic,  leaning forward to rest his chin on her shoulder.  he wrapped one of his arms around her waist,  his other hand blindly fumbling to remove a single cigarette from the pack. ]  sure sounds like he's fucked then.  can't say i really feel for him either.  i mean,  two prior violent convictions,  could barely keep his story straight in the initial police interviews.  mostly i'm just surprised an idiot was even capable of..  all that.  but that's just gotham for you,  i suppose.  do you have a lighter ?  you're sitting on mine.

/seduce/?  that’s a bit presumptuous,  don’t you think?    [ sierra huffed,  not actually offended in the slightest,  and settled herself in his lap.  not looking—and not needing to—she took the pack of cigarettes from judas the moment he procured them,  her eyes set on the papers on the desk in front of her.  it was difficult to concentrate;  judas,  his voice,  his cologne;  thoughts of matthew and where they were at,  if they *were* anything at all these days;  the grisly andersen murders.  when sierra spoke she was quiet,  not the sharp,  flirtatious other woman she liked to masquerade as. ]     /my boy detective/  says everything points to the guy james has on trial.  “open and shut”,  he said.