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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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George didn't recoil away from the kiss, but he wasn't exactly active in it. He stood passively until Lust pulled back. With a small smile, he said, "You're very persistent, has anyone ever told you that?"

Lust smirked, "I get what I want. Normally whatever I want wants me." she leaned in close, her cheek to his so she could say in a sing-song voice in his ear, "Careful George, someone might think you're having a good time."

"Nonsense, I'm incapable of fun," he said, glancing down and smiling.

Lust grinned, her tone highly suggestive as she continued to speak softly into his ear, "Shall we test it..."

"I'd really rather not," George said, closing his eyes for a moment. "You remind me a little of a black widow spider, you know that?"

She chuckled, "Aww, do you think I'm going to chew you up and spit you out when I'm done? I'd say I don't bite.. but you'll enjoy it." and since her lips were near his ear, she nipped at his earlobe lightly.

"Ow!" George said, jerking his head away more from surprise than any pain. "And yes, that is exactly what I think you'll do."

Lust laughed, this Saint was a riot. "Aww, that is so sweet, you want me to stay around after." she twined her arms around his neck, "Well. I suppose I could for a day or two. Teach you a few things." she flicked his nipped ear with her finger, "Lord knows you need to learn."

George shook his head. "That was not an invitation." He smiled, bemused. "I'm an entirely boring person, and I can't understand what you want from me."

She nodded and corrected him, "Yes, it was." her green eyes gleamed. Her grin razor sharp for a split second before she mock gasped and those eyes filled with innocence, her lips going dangerously close to his, "Really? Then maybe I should stop being subtle.."

"And I've already told you that I have no interest," George said, keeping himself from leaning away. "You're beautiful, and you're also terrifying."

She raised a brow like she didn't believe he had no interest. She pouted and shrugged, "So when battle was terrifying you just ran away?"

"This is not a battle," George said, dipping Lust slightly as they danced. "This is a very unusual seduction that I didn't ask for."

"Feels like one." she ugh'd when he dipped her a little. She smiled brightly when she looked at him, "Oh? So you like it." though Lust didn't really consider this seduction. They were wearing clothes after all.

George shook his head and laughed despite himself. "As semi-kidnappings go, yes, it's been a nice date. But I still don't plan on ending up in bed with you."

Lust didn't look pleased at the word 'nice' but she let it go. It wasn't really how people would describe a date with her.

She tilted her head and quirked a brow, "Oh? So we've gone from an adamant no to a 'no plans' for it. That's progress." she paused and took a breath, narrowing her eyes a little, "I hate to break it to you but those plans are not your decision." she poked his forehead and kept her finger there, sliding it down over his nose and then lips, "That's up to the Little Saint downstairs.."

He reached up to take her hand. "I'd like to think I have a little more control over my penis than you seem to think I do."

"The agreement for tonight was not about control, George... are you backing out of our deal?" her voice raising a tiny bit at the end. Saints, so untrustworthy!

"Our agreement was whether or not I wanted to sleep with you," George said. "And given that sleeping with you would be a very bad idea for me, it would take a very large loss of control." He stroked his thumb along the palm of her hand, seemingly not realizing what he was doing.

Lust clocked his thumb but didn't bring attention to it because this was the moth coming to the flame. Let George burn himself. "I think you like that idea a little too much and it scares you." she made a cutesy face at him like he was a child and said in a baby voice, "But that's okay." her normal voice slipping back in as she said brightly, "That's what makes it fun."

"Let's sit down," George said, stepping back from her to give himself some space. "Our food is here."

Lust smirked, her food was already there and she wasn't finished playing with it. She went with him back to the table, "I bet Dickslayer gets a work out with my sister. Wrath is.." she rolled her eyes to the side, "..not a gentle kitty." she picked up a sharp knife to cut into the steak that was on her plate, "What about you? Slow and soft or is there an animal inside that cage.."

"That is none of your business," George said, not making eye contact. His knife ground against the plate.

"Yet." she replied immediately and then cut a bite of steak, bringing it up to her lips, "But if I had to bet money on it, I'd say animal." she tilted her head and asked curiously like it was perfectly acceptable dinner conversation, "How many times have you pictured me naked tonight?"

"Oh, for-" George methodically unclenched his hands from around his knife and fork. The handles had been bent from the pressure. In a calm tone that belied his tension, he asked, "If I agree to sleep with you, will you stop all of this and go back to America?"