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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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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?"

George stiffened, and for a tense moment it seemed that he was about to shove Lust away and possibly make a run for the door.

He closed his eyes and squared his jaw. He was the Dragonslayer, and he wasn't going to be terrified of this woman or his own reactions, for God's sake. She had no power over him besides what he gave her.

His shoulders relaxed, his hand on her back became a little less hesitant, and he waltzed a bit faster. "Not especially. Lovers' spats are things I like to avoid."

Lust wanted George to feel her against him because she knew that feeling her through her thin dress and his outfit was only going to led his body if not his mind to wonder what it was like to feel without the barrier of clothing. Saint. Dragonslayer. Immortal. She didn't care. George had the one qualification that mattered. Man.

"Why do you always focus on the negative side? I present skin, sex, ecstasy. You volley with fighting, feelings, and all the responsibilities of relationships." she peeked at him from under her lashes, "..which you don't seem to care for."

"Because I've lived for a very long time," George said, shrugging. "Relationships end, hearts are broken. Being immortal makes it worse, not better. And it makes me tired."

Lust looked mock thoughtful, "So relationships are no good and feelings are no good. But you don't give in to your urges.." she pressed into him again as she said it, "Because you don't feel right unless the aforementioned things you abhor are part of it." did he see how stupid he was or was this just a thing she was picking up on?

"I didn't say they weren't any good, just that they can be very painful sometimes." He spun her a bit. "And what part of me being a grumpy old man full of contradictions did I not warn you about?"

"Nothing wrong with pain." pleasure and pain were a delicately woven thread. When she finished the circle of the spin, she didn't stop her momentum and suddenly kissed him. It wasn't vulgar but it lasted a few solid seconds. When she broke it, her lips stayed close, "Warning. Invitation. Potato. Potahto." resisting a Sin was the most sure fire way of insuring they wouldn't leave you alone.