The bartender raised an eyebrow at the girl as she set a box on the counter of his bar. “You’re that Summer girl, right?” he asked absently, and then nodded as he stepped away to find his employer. Several minutes later, he returned, “Vex’ll be out momentarily.”
And several moments later, the Mesmer appeared, walking over to where Summer stood at the bar. He was dressed in his finest. “‘Ello, Precious,” he greeted, “Ya called?”
“Sorry, love,” the Mesmer laughed, hugging her tightly. Her fingers running through his hair continued to calm him, adding to the perfection that this day seemed to hold. “And no, I’m not turning into a bloody feline,” he told her, nose scrunched up at the thought, “But thank you.. I think.” He laughed again, and then leaned up so that he could leave another playful kiss on her lips.
Into the kiss she murmured, “I am offended on my cats’ behalf. Bloody, indeed,” and then shifted a little to deepen the kiss. Not with any real thought of inciting more passion, but just … because. Because kissing Vex was lovely, and she wanted to kiss him deeper until he was all she could taste. She made another sound of deep contentment, shifting a little more.
Vex chuckled into the kiss, the sound fading out as it deepened. A quiet sound of pleasure fell from his lips as his hands roamed over her back and sides, returning every ounce of passion that she gave. He could have spent the entire day like this, holding her in his arms, kissing away the hours. It was a kind of peaceful passion that they rarely indulged in, and he loved it.
It was several minutes later that Summer remembered the question he hadn’t really answered. Reluctantly breaking the kisses, she asked softly, “Coming to surprise me, huh? Did you have other plans after that?”