you have no idea how truly happy i am to see you right now.
[ 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?
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@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?