loveschildren | (no subject)

Well, we could start with why you wanted that knife so badly. Or is that also not first date material?

Oh there's all sorts of reasons. And I still want it. There's just something I want more, now.

I'm afraid you're too late to snag my virginity. So sorry.

Haha, someone like you couldn't be a virgin, not with that body.

I'm flattered! You can't have that either.

What about your heart?

[Switching his flirting voice to something much softer and rather more genuine(??).]

Like I'll trust a thief with that. You're out of luck, pal.

Ehh.... Rejected and I haven't even gotten you on a date?

[He leans up, sudden, so his face is close to Crowley's. He could kiss him, but he doesn't, just looks at him close.]

If not any of the above, can I have your name?

[It's... tempting in both directions, that closeness. He wants to pull away. He wants to kiss this transfixing stranger. But he does neither, eyes still guarded.]

Maybe if I hear yours first.

Felid.

[Answered unhesitatingly, so not very wise for a thief. Or perhaps not his real name? Who knows.]

[It's still something to call him, and he wasn't expecting a real name anyway. The lack of hesitation merely isn't subtle, in his point of view.]

Crowley. Crowley Eusford.

Crowley.

[He sighs it like it's the most wonderful name in the world, and here he does steal a kiss, lips brushing the other man's. What he feels is hardly love, but it's an attraction more pressing than any interest in treasure. He doesn't know why and he doesn't care, he does what he likes and that's how he lives, taking what he wants.]

[If what he wants is this man's everything he'll just find a way to have it.]

[Crowley is... slow to react to the kiss. Not that he's surprised by it, because he'd have to be an idiot not to realize it was coming, but he hadn't decided how to react yet, and now he has to face that reality.

After a few moments he sits up a bit, though, pulling his lips from Felid's.]

[He leans back, disappointed and pouting a bit, but not actually shocked. This Crowley Eusford may not be reacting with horror to his flirting but a calm countenance hardly means he's accepting it.]

[Not that Felid is remotely discouraged.]

Are you not into men? Or is that kissing is still a third date deal?

That's for me to know, and you to probably never find out.

And why is that?

[Of course because Crowley means to turn him in for a long jail sentence and all that. But that really isn't Felid's plan so it's irrelevant.]

My schedule's pretty busy to be visiting thieves in jail.

Oh you don't have to, I'll visit you.

Don't tell me you're intending to stalk me, or something.

That would be terribly uncouth. I would hate to make you uncomfortable.

[Who knows if that's true.]

Should I only visit you at work, then?

No, I'm pretty sure stalking me is almost preferable to that.

Are you inviting me home already?

No way!

But I might not argue with coffee, if you find me outside of work.

Coffee! I'll take that.

But aren't you placing very little faith in your government's ability to hold a criminal?

It's more of a challenge to you, actually.