ten_of_swords | (no subject)

They'd been out on the strip most of the evening.

Dinner (so much food!), dancing, walking and talking, even a show at the MGM Grand.

Now, with his hand resting on her lower back, Ruin escorts Mary Anne into the lobby of Caesar's Palace. The casino was in full swing as midnight approached, and he kisses her shoulder.

"Ready to test our luck, Legs?" he asks, breath hot against her skin.

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ten_of_swords

They hold plenty of value in my game.

To make his point clear, his hand finally travels to the midpoint of her trousers, fondling her casualy through the fabric.

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song_tra_bong

She doesn't turn her head, but her eyes shift very slowly to look at him.

If I lose all this money because you're...distracting me...

She sighs (in relief?) when she wins this hand.

No pun intended.

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ten_of_swords

If you lose it, ya lose it.

He teases her lightly, looking intensely at the card table and the faces of the players.

I somehow doubt I'm all that distracting.

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song_tra_bong

Yes, but I like it.

The next round of cards and betting begins; she really shoudld win just on account of her poker face.

Then you have no idea.

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ten_of_swords

Her poker face is rather amazing.

Then you will have to clue me in, sweets.

His eyes move from her cards to the various players' faces as his hand moves between her legs lazily.

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song_tra_bong

She gestures for another card.

Beneath the table, her foot twitches despite her effort to maintain control.

I'll be able to make it another few rounds at best before excusing myself to go pin you against the nearest wall.

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ten_of_swords

Is that a promise, or are ya just teasin', Legs?

He debates ruining her trousers by ripping the seam of her crotch.

Then he just does it.

You need to start wearing dresses.

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song_tra_bong

A very soft gasp is her only sign of shock.

You owe me a new pair of pants.

She places a bet.

And if I had, you saying you wouldn't have found an excuse to tear it off me anyway? You are...hell on my wardrobe...

Her teeth sink into her lower lip, visibly concerned about the outcome of this round.

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ten_of_swords

I'll replace them with a nice, voluminous skirt.

He orders something a little stronger than champagne this time around, then turns back to the game.

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song_tra_bong

Aren't you...sweet.

There's a momentary lull while the cards are shuffled.

She steals a sip of his drink when it arrives.

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ten_of_swords

"After this round, wanna go try our luck at the wheel?" he murmurs, slipping his hand from between her thighs finally. "Have a couple lovely, potent drinks and see where the... bal.. lands?"

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song_tra_bong

"Forget waiting."

She stands, gathering her winnings and excusing herself from the table. She takes Ruin's hand and leads him away.

Casinos are designed to be mazes that keep people in; Mary Anne's not concerned with leaving, she's just looking for a secluded dead end.

Her luck holds; their odds of getting interrupted here are low, which means she can make good on her promise. She hooks one leg around his, pinning him to the wall and kissing him roughly.

"Wicked, wicked tease..."

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ten_of_swords

He returns the fierceness of the kiss, pulling her tight against his body.

"You know it, and you love it," he growls, biting along the column of her neck. "Too bad about that rip in your slacks..."

His hands travel down her back to cup her buttocks roughly, thrusting lazily against her in return.

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song_tra_bong

She gasps, letting her head fall back.

"Too bad. You and your ah hobby of shredding my clothes."

She rocks against him, nails raking lightly over the back of his neck.

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ten_of_swords

He licks from her collarbone to her ear.

"Mmm. A hobby you encourage."

He is about to slide his hands up under her shirt when there is the distinct clearing of a throat from behind Mary Anne. Ruin looks over her shoulder at a hotel employee, his cheeks bright and flushed.

"Excuse me, sir, ma'am, but you can't be doing that in the casino."

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song_tra_bong

"Mmm?"

Mary Anne looks blearily over her shoulder, eyes half lidded.

"Oh. So sorry."

There is little to no actual regret in her tone as she slowly untwines herself from around Ruin.

"Don't know about you, pet, but I could use a drink."

Because alcohol is an acceptable replacement for sex against the wall, but only when there's rules against the latter.

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ten_of_swords

He laughs and leads her away from the blushing young man, winking at him as they turn the corner.

"Then to the bar we go, love. Best place for a drink."

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song_tra_bong

She wraps an arm around his waist.

"Mhm. We are going to have to pick up where we left off later on, though. Only this time without helpful employees interrupting."

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ten_of_swords

"Oh yes," he agrees as they reach the long bar. "We need to properly break in our hotel room."

The bartender arrives and Ruin looks at her.

"What are you going to have?"

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song_tra_bong

"Hmm..."

She debates getting a Bloody Mary, but figures she might as well go for something other than her usual.

"Cosmo, please."

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ten_of_swords

He smirks.

"Scotch sour and a Cosmo," he tells the bartender, who nods and gets to work on their drinks.

Ruin plays with a lock of her hair.

"Enjoying yourself, Legs?"

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song_tra_bong

"Extremely," she says, grinning.

"I should have you plan all of my vacations from now on."

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ten_of_swords

"I am a fabulous travel agent," he points out when their drink arrive. "Next time, I'll take you to a world full of water and the most exotic fish..."