Doc, Jaden, Medicine and Some Rest (Myself and leonardo de tigre only)

[Doc Holliday]

Doc smiled appreciatively as she ate what he had made. He must have done something right with it despite cooking being a lesser ability of his. He rather enjoyed it himself. Fine wine, a beautiful woman and fine wine. What more could one ask for?

He stopped to snicker as she addressed his attire. He could only shrug, looking to her with a light smile, "Habit I guess. After a long day of boots or dress shoes, depending on the day, layers of robes and such, I like to get loose and feel comfortable at the end of a day."
He took another bite, thinking of what he might say next. With a fork in his right hand and a knife in his left, he shrugged again, "And before bed, I review my journals from that day over a drink before removing it all and turning in for the night." With the last statement, he just smirked at her.

He thought again for a moment about distinguished guests. "So um, am I judged for my attire, my looks........." He swirled the eating utensils in his hands as he thought to finish, "......or something else....or a combination?"

He also didn't hide the fact that he took in a steady visual diet of Jaden. As he admired, ideas stirred in his mind.

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[Mr.Fabulous]

"A rhetorical question, Senor. You, a diplomat of all people, should know the answer to that. I suppose I don't need to tell you that, as a diplomat, you... represent the voice and views of your side, si? And should said side wish to... appear bare before the other... without any barriers to stop them... maybe even-" She rubbed her shoulder onto Doc, her eyes and lips smirking with ulterior intent. "-share in each other's differences... pains... passion, perhaps, then who am I to stop you, si?"

It's clear the air was getting thicker and foggier between them. Thick with the easily-combustible gases that were lust, and close proximity. But not thick enough to cut with a knife yet. The fuel and the atmosphere were there, yes, but the moment still lacked two more important components. The proper temperature, and there wasn't a convincing enough spark. Without these last two, the night would be guaranteed to turn cold, and the flames would fade before they'd even get started. Unacceptable, this was.

Angling her eyes up and down Doc's robed form, she contemplated silently. Suppose she could slowly move her hands around her arms and breasts, maybe let out a few relaxed moans here and there? Then she'd lean herself on his shoulder, turn her head to gaze through his eyes, and whisper sweet nothings to his ear? Finally, their lips would seal, hands and skin would intertwine, and the afternoon would finally kickstart? Feh, too mellow, too cliche...

She glanced back to the meal in front of her. How about she simply drop her utensils then and there, swerve her chair to her eager host, then tackle the fortunate to the ground, and engage in jolly co-operation? Nah... While a very decisive spark, the heat would be lacking, and the flames would grind to a standstill through confusion and unpreparedness. No, Jaden knew she had to find a way to provide both heat and spark, both at the same time, the same moment.

... Oh! There's that, but what if...? Eh, it was worth a shot. Besides, he did call her out on it, didn't he?

A few more spoonfuls of food after, and she was done. She stared blankly at the empty plate before her, and sighed. "Well... I guess it's time for dessert, then?"

Pushing the meal-ware aside, she stood from her chair and turned to sit on the table's edge. Her hands on her hips, they slowly ran themselves down her calves and shins, her palazzo pants slipping through her legs and floating slowly to the ground. Jaden's hair flowed like an ebony river to her fully exposed legs, the leg nearest Doc crossed atop the other... just enough to let her hidden delights between them tease a glance at her partner's senses. Hugging her legs, her breasts puffed gently between her chest and knees as she let out a relaxed sigh.

She eyed Doc's remaining food on the table, and whispered with a grin, "You might want to finish your food quickly, Senor... Wouldn't want your next meal to get cold from neglect."

Superb heat, indeed... but would he provide the needed spark?

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[Doc Holliday]

There she was, on the table's edge, hungry not for a meal but for him. Doc's hunger was satisfied but cravings for Jaden. He then stood before her and began to answer her question.

"Now," he began as his hands began to slip on the edges of her robe, "as a diplomat, I never represent myself but the interest of those I represent so..." His hands began to explore into her robe, caressing her breasts inside as his forearms parted the robe open, ".....but as it's only myself that I represent now."

At this point, she was exposed to him, only her shoulders keeping the robe from falling. He looked at her face, "There are no barriers right now, not for several days."
He began to breathe a bit heavier as his desire for her began to grow. What power she had over him! He knew it. She knew it.

Taking a step back, he released the rope holding his own robe, letting it drop to the floor. He then stepped back to her, caressing her body.

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[Mr.Fabulous]

The air grew stuffier and more supercharged with each passing second as Doc's rough, yet patient fingers pressed and cupped themselves against her eagerly-heaving cherries. She adored his manly touch, but she didn't expect how much relief he brought her when he had liberated her from that restrictive prison that was her jacket-like camisole. Actually, she couldn't even tell if the cloth was still on her as her attention was focused elsewhere... like her breasts.

It was evident he was under her spell, and he did nothing to hide it. What he didn't know, or at least maybe not at first, was how badly she also wanted him . She didn't just want to dine into his elegant form with impatience, no that was a gross understatement. To put it bluntly, she wanted to [A.D.M.I.N. Censored] that [A.D.M.I.N. Censored] [A.D.M.I.N. Censored] of his, and [A.D.M.I.N. Censored] that [A.D.M.I.N. Censored] by [A.D.M.I.N. Censored], before finally [A.D.M.I.N. Censored] [A.D.M.I.N. Censored] [A.D.M.I.N. Censored... Yeesh, dude. This isn't AdultFanfiction. We've got kids here reading these, you know?]. Since when was the last time she had the opportunity to partake in sweet, innocently-blissful respite with another being? Well, maybe that, ehr... practice she had with, ehm... nevermind, that was a taco-incident, so that didn't count (even though she admits to having had enjoyed those couple of days).

In any case, it was a struggle for her not to just pull him in and have herself eat out of his own just desserts. It didn't help that his hands pioneered and grew intimate with every centimeter of her sensitive skin, making her sigh and her eyes almost roll to the back of her head from the touch. Hopefully, the lust in the air would cloud his senses enough not to allow his keen medical eye to notice this...

... or for his nimble fingers not to pick up on how she'd shiver nervously should his hands weave and slowly surf over her legs and toes...

... or for his sharp eye not to take note of how she'd melt should he decide to tease any one of her already-tensing twin nips with his moist muscle...

... or for anything else within his medical arsenal not to observe how she'd surrender so quickly should her lips, and her lips, be greeted by his tongue, and his manly tongue, whatever that may be.

Indeed, her own emotions balanced precariously over a sexually-serrated knife-edge. She had to think of something quick, or else she risked losing her first-strike advantage over her potential partner.

Then a thought quickly came to her, and she grinned darkly in her mind's eye.

The Corsair woman took in a slow diet of the Zoner man's toned chest. She bit her lower lip to restrain herself as she ran her fingertips down his rippling muscles, her face hiding her eagerness beneath a nonchalant expression. "Si... No barriers for several days, you say? Then..." She pointed at the sweat pants still hanging over and covering his most important package. "... What's that you've got there, Senor? Pardon me, but if what you say is true, then I don't think you're doing a very good job representing yourself by starting off with a little white lie. I thought gentlemen were meant to be honest and sincere to their lady-companions, no?"

Jaden giggled at her own words, then slightly shifted her form away from Doc, folding her legs together to squat comfortably on the table, so that her curvy sides and lovely hind faced prominently towards him. Her head still turned to him, her eyes stared mischievously at the man, daring him with an expression that clearly said,

"You want this? Then come get it, lover-boy."

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