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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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"Yes," George said, still smiling. His eyes flicked up. "Oh, we're stopping. Are we here, then?"

Lust grinned, staying still dangerously close, "You're adorable when you're grumpy, George but you're quite sexy when you smile."

She nodded and got out of the cab, she didn't pay. Lust never paid. George could if he felt like it. The restaurant she picked was one of the oldest in London. It retained it's old fashioned charm with a floor for dancing and an incredibly pricey menu.

George handed money to the cabbie, who was staring fairly unabashedly at Lust. He stepped from the cab and looked up at the restaurant, tilting his head in recognition. "I remember when they built this. The original owner ran away with a serving girl, it was quite the scandal."

Lust smiled as she took his arm, "He didn't love his wife. In the end, it worked out for the best." she gave him a look, "Sin isn't a bad thing. We aren't wizards, we can't force people to do what they aren't capable of. We simply find what's already there and bring it to the surface."

"That's not quite the truth, though," George said as they walked up the steps to the door. "I've had some encounters with this country's Greed, and the Yankee tells me that people who live around Wrath tend to kill themselves, or others. You're catalysts."

Lust waved her hand dismissively as they got inside, "Weak minded people tend to be naturally influenced by our presence. But again, if the person doesn't have existing rage or self loathing, greed, or sexual carnal urges, we aren't going to be able to affect them much. We just open the cage. The beast inside is all you."

"I'm not arguing that," George said as they were led to their table. He waited until he was seated across from Lust to say, "But I'm not sure it's fair to provoke us past what would happen naturally. Especially since the results can sometimes ruin lives."

Lust looked at the menu and smiled, George was so adorable. "A solider gets wounded in battle and you rescue him, because you're a Saint, you would. What would happen naturally is he would die. You're altering that course. He lives, he becomes a wife beater, an alcoholic, runs out of money, robs a bank, kills two cops who have families and then gets gunned down himself." she put the menu down and looked at him, "That's ruining a lot of lives."

"Saving a man is not the same thing as stoking the things inside of him that can make him a monster," George said, folding his hands across the table. "One is salvation and the other is destruction. And they might be intertwined, but they aren't the same."

"Ah, but you saved a man who is a monster. Who went on to wreck so many lives. What you thought was salvation was ultimately destruction." she put her hand on George's, skin on skin contact with Lust was enough to heighten a man's attraction but it was natural for her. "We don't destroy anyone. We give them tools and if they use them for destruction.." she shrugged.

"You talk a very good game," George said, slipping his hand away from Lust's to reach for the wine their waiter had brought them. "How many people have you lured off that straight and narrow path this way, just by talking?"

Lust picked up her glass of wine, a seductive smile on her lips, "I've never really needed to talk." she took a sip and asked casually, "Would you like to be the first?"

"No, I don't think I would," George said. "Wrath was always my sin of choice. Or pride. And I try to avoid both."

"Well, I'm glad you don't try to avoid me." she smiled, intrigued and amused, "From what I can tell, you just try to deny me. It's cute."

"You would try to deny you too, if you had to deal with the fallout of royal affairs," George said. He went quiet as the waiter arrived to take their order. Once they were alone again, he said, "You would think being dead would give them perspective. Not the case."

"I really wouldn't." she loved herself, she was amazing. If she wasn't herself she'd want to fuck herself. Well, it was why she slept with Greed, it was the closest thing to it.

After their order she looked at him, "You're not royal, you don't have affairs, you're not dead. And you don't have perspective either." she didn't want to talk about anything that didn't concern him directly. "Why don't you have sex?"

"Because I don't like one night stands," George said. "A few hours of intimacy and then nothing is not what I want."

"That isn't what I asked. You can have sex with friends, someone you care about, a co-worker, sex in relationships, dating, marriage, because it's Tuesday. Sex in general isn't a Sin. You. Don't. Have. Any." she eyed him curiously, "Why?"

"Because I have no one to have it with," George said, taking a long drink of his wine and looking out the window.

"By choice." she sipped her wine, "What about this last woman, the infamous thirty years ago one? What made her special enough for you to take a risk?"

"She knew who I was," George said. "And she understood that I couldn't give her a normal life, and she was all right with that for a while. It's hard and painful to date humans, Lust, and I don't trust most other people like me."

She sighed, "I know. They're so fragile." she looked at him, "So what do you have to keep you warm on cold nights? Memories of her lips.. Kisses on your neck.. do you even remember how good it feels to have a woman's touch..?" the tips of her fingers touched the hand that wasn't cradling his wine, the skin underneath warming almost immediately. "The way her skin feels against yours?" her fingers brushing upwards slowly.

"Stop," he said, yanking his hand away. A little calmer, he repeated, "Stop. I have no desire to be a saintly notch on your bedpost."

Lust looked amused but there was a dangerous glint in her eye, "George.. if I wanted you just as a notch on my bedpost.. you'd be handcuffed to it." she had the ability to do it and she was a Sin, she didn't care about rules but she hadn't.

She shrugged, tickled that he got so riled up with literally just a finger. "I actually like you, is that so hard to believe? Or is more that you don't want to believe it." because that would change things and he knew it.

"I don't find threats very endearing," George said tersely. "And you don't know anything about me."

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Quick, someone take a picture or no one will believe it happened

George's smile does not appear in photographs, like a vampire xD

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