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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 let his head fall back and sighed, willing himself back into the sense of calm acceptance that he'd managed to capture earlier. When he returned Lust's gaze, he seemed a little less tense.

"I'm not used to being aggressively pursued, and I don't think you will leave me be until you prove whatever point you came here to make." He shrugged, offering a bemused smile. "And I like to think of myself as practical. And your breasts are stunning."

Lust looked bored as he prattled on. "Blah... blah... Blah." she tilted her head and let her fork drop on the plate, "Just say you want me."

"I want you to go away," George scowled. "And yes, I want you."

Lust frowned a little and rested the tips of her fingers along her jawline, "I'm sorry, could you repeat that a little louder? I didn't quite catch it." but the devilish look in her eyes suggested otherwise.

George snorted. "No, I will not. You've already gotten me to dance."

Lust giggled, "Oh George, that is precious." she leaned in looking like a lioness, "We've only just begun annihilating your list of things you never do." Her naked foot touched the inside of his calf under the table and slid up slowly, "Tell me what we should cross off next."

"Absolutely not," George said, jerking his leg away and giving her a warning glance. Public sex acts were apparently his line in the sand tonight. "This isn't a huge victory for you, you know. I was never very good at being a saint."

Riling George up was becoming a favorite past time of hers. It was so easy. And he jumped and yapped like a little puppy running in circles. She had a lazy smile on her face, she'd won long before the night had even started, George was just finally realizing it. She babyed him again, "Aww, but you try so hard." before she laughed.

She held her hand out to him, "Come, let's go back to your place. Desserts on me."

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