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[OPEN] We'll Take A Cup of Kindness Yet

Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:

[The morning of December 31st, all residents will receive a handwritten invitation slipped under their door.]

You are cordially invited to attend a party
celebrating the New Year

Wonderland Ballroom
8 pm - 1 am

Semi-Formal Attire
Buffet & Bar
No RSVP Required

All Ages Welcome

For inquiries, contact E. O'Connell

[Punctuality in planning is important: the ballroom itself will only be ready for guests at exactly 8 o'clock, bedecked in glittering golds and the red-green of Christmas' vestiges, still clinging to the old year. Dining tables surround a central dance floor, bars and buffets dot the edges of the room and both holly and mistletoe are expressed liberally through the interior.

Mingle, dance, eat and be merry! The New Year will come in at midnight - the band will play and the drinks will flow for long after.]

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Anythin' sayin' y' can't?

[He can't quite help the soft, huffing breath that escapes him under her attentions, nor the way he turns his head to capture her lips with his and cease her teasing. One hand moves back to cup her backside and pull her in close to him, as close as he can get her.

To hell with the party.]

Can't think of anyone else I'd rather be spendin' my time with.

[Dan is easygoing in that he'll happily bend in whichever direction Evelyn guides him, content to ebb with her tide and take things as they come. There is also the extraneous factor of Evelyn's teeth, which can be very persuasive, and her hands, which are similarly skilled at maintaining decent arguments for extended periods of time.

Dan pulls her against him with a wandering hand and she has to stifle a small, surprised squeak in response, clutching fistfuls of his dress shirt. Pinned up on the wall she has to straddle a leg and crane her neck back to reach him.]

You know, [she begins with the surreptitious air of someone telling a secret.] I like you in your glad rags, but I think I like you more when you're wearing your usual...when you've been outside for a bit.

[Something about worn, soft fabrics, the smell of soap and the salt on his skin.]

[As far as Dan is concerned, every damn thing about Evie is persuasive, and he finds it very difficult to say no to her. It's just as well that he never really wants to say no to her.

She speaks, and he smiles, ducking his head to press a warm kiss to her neck.]

Plenty a' time fer that, [He tells her, smiling against her skin.]

Didn't know how much y'd appreciate me turnin' up t' yer fancy party in jeans an' plaid.

It wouldn't have been appropriate,

[she says breathlessly, tipping her head to one side to give him easier access to the length of her throat. Dan's kisses are normally scratchy things, warm sandpaper burns on her skin and Evelyn makes a quiet sound of approval that they are softer today with his recent shave.

Somewhere far and away, behind another set of doors and heavy winter curtains the band has changed songs and music filters through, muffled. It is inconceivably cold out here on the patio, but with him pressed up against her the temperature doesn't seem so objectionable.]

We should go back inside, [she mumbles offhandedly, as if to convince herself, before demonstrating the impossibility of that suggestion by wrapping a hand around his belt.]

We should...

[... but the feel of her skin on his lips is intoxicating in the way it always is. She's wearing a perfume he doesn't recognise but he makes a mental note to ask, because it smells completely divine.]

... but... [And here he moves, because she's got her hand around his belt and he instinctively shifts forwards, pressing her against the wall, pressing another kiss to her neck, just under the line of her jaw.]

But what if we didn't.

[Worrying her lip with her teeth she revels in the press of his hips, demonstrative and forceful, a whine catching in the back of her throat. Dan plays her so easily when following her influence and the cycle of feeding each other's irresponsibility continues.]

I want you, [she sighs, heat crawling up her chest and into her cheeks, relinquishing hostess duties for the considerably more appealing prospect of having him as soon as humanly possible.] I don't care where.

[In this secluded and quiet corner, the party long out of mind, Dan smiles (smirks) and presses his lips to hers while his fingers trace around the curve of her neck.]

Mm, 's that so? [Not here. He glances at the nearby door.]

Let's get outta here. Ain't no one gonna miss us fer half an hour.

[Certainly not here. Anyone could walk out at any time and catch them in flagrante delicto, and while prospect is certainly exciting, she has a reputation to uphold. Rifle calluses run rough over her neck and Evelyn hums against his mouth, rapidly losing her interest in anything but him.]

Parlour down the hall. The door locks.

I like the way you think.

[He draws back from her reluctantly, taking her hand tightly in his and setting course for the parlour. There hadn't been a thought in his head about doing this when he had arrived, but now he can barely think of anything else.

In the parlour, he pushes her against the door as it shuts and kisses her fervently, half-fumbling by her hip to find the lock and turn it.]

You [He says, murmured against her lips.] are a bad influence.

[There is something so remarkably childish about the way they hastily spirit out of the party and down the hall, into an abandoned room like teenagers incapable of self-control. Evelyn would be self-conscious about it were she not thinking of the satisfying click of the lock, the diverting expanse of his chest when her fingers drag down it eagerly.

They catch hold of his belt and pull sharply, intent on startling him from the notion that he is innocent in all this.]

Me?! [she mumbles with no small amount of indignation, arching up off the door to him as though it might make her any closer.] Says the man who feigned ignorance about mistletoe.

[He grunts softly, half resisting the tug in not wanting to hurt her, but going along with it because.. when has he ever refused to do anything that Evie wanted?]

Worked for y', didn't it. [Dan challenges, playful, one hand gripping the back of her thigh and pulling her leg up against him. The dress is in the way and he's going to have to figure out how to move it without ripping it before too much blood moves away from his cognitive processes.]

Can't act like y' don't find it cute when I play dumb.

[Then he grins at her, because he knows she does.]

[Oh, but it certainly did work for her. Dan's charm rests in the fact that he knows she revels in being right, that she (quite heartily, even eagerly) takes pleasure in correcting others and he gingerly slid into the place that utilises these weaknesses to his own gain. This is not to say that Dan is swimming in ulterior motives, but that he reads her exceptionally well and knows when she requires unwinding.]

I think you like to be chastised and disciplined,

[Evelyn informs him pointedly, exhaling in relief when one of his hands hunts up the side of her dress and curls around her thigh. Reaching for the other one she directs it around the small of her back, feeling for the zipper of her gown.]

Tell me I'm wrong.

Oh, I would, sweetheart... if you were.

[He catches the zipper deftly in his fingers, sliding it down and taking one of her sleeves from her shoulder while idle kisses search across her collar bone. His hands move, pushing the fabric down her arms to catch at her waist while he explores her stomach and her hips and presses another kiss beneath her ear.]

But I ain't gonna take it from just anyone. [He tells her then, shifting back just enough to shoot her a mischievous look.] Gotta be real special t' get away with tellin' me what t' do.

[Dan is adamant about differentiating between what is acceptable when it's just them - and she gets away with a great deal, not that either of them are complaining about it - and when it is anyone else, which is why she pushes. If not to test boundaries, then to point them out so all parties are aware.

Wrestling herself out of this dress is simple enough with assistance and it's just gotten to her hips when he starts kissing her throat. Groaning in frustration she works at his belt buckle, freeing it just as Dan decides to give her a grin that would look at home in one of the seedy dives of south London.]

That so? [Evelyn says breathlessly, shoving at his shoulders.] Go sit down, then.

Yes ma'am.

[There is - more often than not - a point during situations like this where Dan decides that letting Evelyn have full control is far more fun than fighting her for it. As he backs away from her to the nearest seat, he appears to have decided that now is the time.

The loosened belt is doing nothing for him right now, and that grin goes absolutely nowhere as he looks her up and down.]

Damn, you are gorgeous.

Flattery will get you everywhere.

[Stepping out of her dress and leaving it in a glittery puddle on the floor she spends a moment reveling in her underthings and his shamelessness, because Dan is nothing if not honest. There was a period when self-consciousness reigned not out of prudishness, but because of her scar.

He has a canvas of them and welcomed hers without question.

Hitching a leg over his lap to straddle him Evelyn begins the arduous task of unbuttoning his shirt, which she has to keep in decent order if their intention is to return to the party after this tryst.]

Remind me why we haven't done this before? Sneak away, I mean.

[He chuckles gently, an appreciative glance sweeping up and down her body as she drops her dress. The scar isn't something he fails to notice, but rather something that consistently fails to have any negative impact on how beautiful he always finds her.

Dan shifts in the chair, running his hands up her thighs and crooked-smiling up at her while she tackles his shirt.]

I dunno, but I reckon we should do it more often. [In truth it was a lack of ingenuity on her part and a little bit of thinking that she wouldn't appreciate the attempt. In this, he is happy to have been proven wrong.]

Don't worry 'bout the ones at the bottom, I can tuck the shirt in later.

Pencil something in for next week, then,

[she informs him plainly, wrestling with his buttons. While Evelyn is not an exhibitionist there is a certain thrill in semi-public places, or wresting privacy from a lack thereof by the fistful.

And speaking of fists, hers are balled in the fabric of Dan's shirt when he so graciously gives her the opportunity to be both wasteful and impatient. She snaps the last couple of fasteners free, sending them skittering off somewhere across the floor. A smile caught somewhere between hesitant and mischievous emerges, although shame is the furthest from her mind.]

...oops?

'll check my schedule. [He teases, sliding his hands up and down her thighs. It's a toss-up of whether or not she'll do it, and the jolt of what he can only describe as attraction when she sends the buttons scattering across the floor and acts so damn innocent about it has him jerking her down with a low growl and a hand around her shoulder.

He kisses her, and his fingers go into her hair, gripping gently at the roots.]

Makin' it real hard fer me t' behave myself.

[It isn't really a warning as much as an indication of her success. He's sure that's exactly what she's looking for.]

[The exceedingly smug grin on Evelyn's face should be evidence enough that she's pleased by Dan's reaction, thrilled with the prospect of a little manhandling just for the sake of it. A small sound of undeniable delight escapes her when he fists a handful of her hair, accompanied by a threat she wants realised.]

Good.

[She grits against his mouth, teeth tugging on his lip while her fingers trip over his scars.]

I want you on your worst behaviour.

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[OPEN] We'll Take A Cup of Kindness Yet

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UH MATURE WARNING FROM HERE I GUESS

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