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WHO: UK George & Lust
WHEN: Friday night
WHERE: George's place, restaurant
WHAT: Date night!
WARNING: Lust so all the warnings.

Lust wore a classic black dress for her date with George. He was a Saint so she figured too much exposure might make his brain explode. The dress looked classy enough except when you took into account the fact it was nearly backless with a nice low neckline, and a slit up the side till her thigh. Plus there was a good chance she wasn't wearing underwear because she saw it more as dress up for the boudoir than an every day necessity. She never wore perfume because her natural scent was intoxicating. Her hair was wavy and lush and she looked like any man would be lucky to have her on his arm tonight.

When George finally would open the door, Lust held up a bouquet of roses with a smile that could pass for devilish or sweet.

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He was doing alright until that last bit. Lust's eyes narrowed into fiery green slits, it was easy to see why she got along with Wrath so well. She stood up and crossed over to him. She sat down right in his lap, not giving him a chance to even avoid it. "Let's get one thing straight, shall we? I'm not trying to get you into bed." she pressed the tip of her fingernail under his chin, a slow pleasant warmth already spreading from that point downward. It was literally a fraction of what she could do. She leaned in closer so she could whisper in his ear, "Would you like me to try, George?" He was ruining their date.

George felt his body respond immediately, and he couldn't say that he enjoyed it. He tended to react poorly to being forced under someone's control. He leaned away and said, "No. No, thank you. Please get off of me."

Lust removed her small touch with a cock of her head, "Then behave yourself. If you reminded me of my husband for fucking purposes, we wouldn't be sitting here right now." Her butt rubbed against his crotch a little without intention as she leaned in towards him with a pout, "I may be a Sin but I have feelings you know." they all tended to come from the bad side of the human spectrum: anger, jealousy, possessiveness, etc. But she had them.

"I never said you didn't," George said, leaning as far back as he could without the chair toppling over. He quietly thanked God that they were not in view of the rest of the restaurant. "Lust, please, get off of me."

Lust pouted some more and crossed her arms over her chest, looking off to the side, "No. Why should I? You were very rude."

"I'm sorry for implying your interest in me was purely carnal, Lust," George said. "If the waiter comes back and you're on my lap, we're going to be asked to leave."

Lust smiled mischievously and looked back at him, "Then you better apologize properly really fast." she tapped her lips with a gleam in her eyes. She wanted a kiss. After all, she was Lust.

George leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. "Detach yourself from me."

Lust turned her head at the last second so his peck would hit her lips, brief as the contact was her lips were more potent than her touch and it was easy to see how men could become addicted to her. "You didn't even say please." Seriously, these Saints had zero manners. But she pressed a hand down on his shoulder and got off his lap like a good little girl, though she was sure it was going to feel much colder now without her.

George closed his eyes. It took him longer than he would have liked to get a hold of himself and not reach for her when she left. He took a very long drink of water and wondered about the pros and cons of splashing himself in the face with it.

"Please don't do that again."

Lust sat and crossed her legs, the slit showing off what she'd been blessed with. She plucked up her wine glass, "Why?"

"Because I don't like it," George said, digging his fingernails into the table.

She smirked, "Clearly." if that's what he wanted to tell himself.. "You did promise me dancing, shall we?" she couldn't think of a better moment than now for him to touch her.

"Fine," George said, pushing himself up from the table. He looked thoroughly miserable.

Lust on the other hand had a big smile on her face as she led them out to the dance floor, "Come on old man, or has it been thirty years since you've done this too?" you know what they said about sex and dancing..

"No, I danced at the royal wedding," George said. "But like I said, only ballroom dancing. I'm really not very good at anything else."

Lust put her hand on his shoulder and moved in closer to him, "Now how would you know unless you tried.." her voice carrying more than a hint of talking about not dancing but she held up her other hand for him to take, "I can tell you're dying to show off. So show me whatcha got."

George took her hand and led her into the first few steps of a waltz. Searching for conversation to distract himself from the smell of Lust's skin and hair, he asked, "So, have you ever met the version of yourself from this country?"

Lust smiled, her slender arms and legs moved like a gorgeous spider that was happily spinning a web to trap her prey. "No, and I have no interest in meeting a lesser version of myself." her fingers moved and brushed along the back of his neck, "Why? Are you considering seeking her out?"

"No, I think I've had enough Sins entering into my life, thank you," George said. "I was just curious. It's always interesting, meeting another version of yourself. Although sometimes the wonder wears off and you just begin annoying each other, as the American George and I sometimes do."

She responded with a sincere and satisfied, "You're welcome."

She looked completely disinterested, "Dickslayer annoys everybody." she leaned in to him, "And I really don't want to talk about him while we're dancing." Boner slayer, the jerk.

"Wrath seems to think otherwise, and his friends seem fond enough of him," George said, smiling a little at Lust's clear dislike of the Yankee. It was like a soap opera over there. "And he and I are a bit more similar than we seem at first, you know."

"Wrath also thinks Taco Bell is fine dining." she said dryly. "Oh really? You're just a horny Saint under this brooding exterior like he is?" she grinned as she traced a finger along his jawline teasingly.

George tilted his head away. "Ah, is he the slutty one of the bunch, then? I knew it."

Lust put her hand back on George's shoulder and then just curled her arm around his neck so she'd be pressed into him. No escaping her scent or anything else of hers which was like a very pleasant invasion of the senses. "Envious?"