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?”
The Dark Fae took a second to take off his jacket, which shoulder-spikes were more than a little dangerous, as he let go of the girl’s hand. At the mention of his reputation, he had to laugh in agreement; if they knew some of the sweetened things he’d said to this girl, they’d never be afraid of him again. He blushed faintly as she moved closer to him to whisper, but a chuckle still rang out in response, “In all ‘onesty, they don’t know a bloody thing. Most know better than to ask questions.” His arms coiled around her then, and he pulled her closer to him.
It took a moment, as he tugged her close, for her to find places to put her knees, and then she was straddling him, his arms warm around her waist. “Hi,” she said, teasingly. Unconsciously, her voice fell to a sultry purr. “Are you going to do wicked things to me now, darling madman? Or did I buy your kindness with your favourite food?”
A dark chuckle was on his lips before he could stop it. He wasn’t sure which she’d prefer, but he didn’t care, and he didn’t bother to respond. Instead, his mouth found hers, but there was a romantic edge to it that his kisses usually lacked. Not gentle, but not nearly as harsh. Valentine’s Day did funny things to the Dark Fae’s heart, things he never had understood.
Summer kissed Vex back happily, one hand cupping his face. She rather liked this slightly softer Vex, who showed a little tenderness. Hitching a little closer, she melted against his body and made a quiet sound of pleasure before breaking away. “Well happy Valentine’s Day to you too, darling.” She punctuated it with a swift kiss.