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?”
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?”
The Mesmer shrugged his shoulders and tugged her closer to himself, nuzzling the girl’s chest and leaving a playful bite on her shoulder. He was clearly feeling affectionate, though in a different, more innocent way than usual. ”Not really, love. I just wanted to see you, that’s all,” he told her sincerely, shrugging again.
Her acknowledging ‘hmm’ broke into a laugh. “Your people don’t really celebrate this holiday?” That thought had been why she had come to Carpe Noctem. To find that he had planned to come to her was a lovely thing. Rather than letting him answer, she kissed him again with that thought.