From: gorthol	Date: 02/19/2007 23:55:29

*arrives precisely at the appointed time*

*knocks out a rhythm on your door*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/19/2007 23:57:00

*stops in front of the hall mirror to double-check that her hair is perfect*

*opens the door* Fancy meeting you here.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 00:00:02

*smiling* I was in the neighborhood. *walks just inside when you move to let him in* You look beautiful.

*remembers the bouquet of flowers he's holding behind his back* Oh! *offers them to you* These are for you.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 00:03:41

*blushes* *playfully* You look pretty delicious nice yourself.

*accepts the flowers with a surprised little gasp* Thank you! I adore tulips. Let me just put these in some water and then we can go.

*finds a vase and arranges the flowers neatly before rejoining you* *adjusts her bag on her shoulder* Ready?

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 00:07:43

*cheerfully* Sure am. *offers his arm*

*pauses as you lock your door* I made a reservation at the Silvan place just down the block. Do you know it?

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 00:09:36

*looks you over critically*

*is well-pleased to see you looking obviously healthier and happier*

Yes. I've never been, though. It's hideously expensive.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 00:13:06

*lightly* I can splurge once in a while. Now that I'm gainfully employed and all.

*walks with you* It's an odd situation. I'm probably missing weekly Ainur meetings or something, but I still only remember how to think like a Man.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 00:17:32

*interested* That's great news. What are you doing now? Not dealing, right?

*rubs your arm* Just take things as they come, you know? Maybe get in touch with some of the other Valar when you feel like it. If it's like Vána said, you won't need to learn how to do everything all over again, just remember it.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 00:22:27

*explains a little bit about Thingol's ludicrous army delusion* If he's going to insist on going through with it, I can at least make sure it gets done right.

take things as they come

I think that's the way I have to do it. At least for a while. *frowns slightly* It feels so wrong to turn my back on my past that way. And to be out with you, enjoying myself, while my little sister-- *breaks off in a hurry*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 00:27:27

*wide-eyed* Don't you dare go starting any wars. *grins* We do not need camouflage and dog tags as fashion trends.

*desperately wants to steer the conversation away from this channel* *breezily* Don't be silly. Your sister is in good hands and if there's anything at all you can do to help, Dr. Haphelven won't hesitate to let you know.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 00:31:16

I know, you're right. I want to see her...I want to make sure she's okay. I like to see things for myself that way. But I'm pretty sure my being there would only make things worse for her. *sighs* I just wish I knew if she'll ever make any real progress, you know?

*smiles sheepishly* I'm sorry, Fin. I didn't mean to start talking about this shit. *drops his arm to his side and squeezes your hand in apology*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 00:34:49

*squeezes back* *meets your gaze* Don't apologize, Túrin. *simply* She's your sister. You wouldn't be you if you didn't worry about her.

Ah, look. We're here. Praise Eru. *steps into the restaurant when you open the door for her*

*takes in the atmosphere with an appreciative eye* Oooh! Swankified.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 00:40:15

*is every bit as relieved for a subject change, believe him* *is not anxious to wander down that slippery slope that will lead to him jonesing for quick relief*

*follows the maitre d' to their table and waits for him to pull out your chair for you*

*hesitates when presented with the wine list* *isn't sure it's the greatest idea for him to start drinking again, either*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 00:43:13

*mistakes your hesitation for indecision* I'll pick something, if you like. Red? Red. *chooses a wine with the air of someone who does this sort of thing often even if it all normally ends with her being paid*

*turns her attention to the menu* I like it here. It's very cozy.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 07:48:34

*tastes the wine and raises an eyebrow* That's settled. I'm making you pick from now on.

*laughs* It's certainly small. And kinda dark?

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 08:09:25

*teasingly* You'll completely shatter my concept of you as being this old-fashioned guy. *refills her glass* Seriously. I don't know what to believe anymore.

*sticks out her tongue at you* Like I said. Cozy.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 08:19:17

*fairly appalled* 'Old-fashioned', what?!

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 08:22:22

*matter-of-factly* It's not a bad thing. *peruses the menu* It's sort of sweet, really. Most guys have no manners whatsoever.

*sips more wine* My god. I could drink this whole bottle. *giggles*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 08:49:44

*dryly* I think you've been seeing the wrong guys then. *grumbles* Old-fashioned. Hmph.

*works to keep up with you*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 09:19:16

*why yes, completely agrees* *pats your hand* It's all right. I don't mind picking from now on. *"from now on." really likes the sound of that*

If you'll excuse me for a moment? *pushes her chair back* I have to go powder my nose. You can order for me if you like. *winks*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 09:33:53

Very funny. *can't help laughing*

*stands automatically*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 09:35:04

*doesn't actually get up*

*looks at you pointedly over the top of her menu and shakes with silent laughter* You were saying?

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 09:37:40

*sits down quickly*

*grins* So my mother taught me to respect women. Shut the fuck up.

*orders his food*

*does NOT order your food*

*so there*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 09:51:08

Tsk, tsk. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

*can't seem to stop giggling for some odd reason*

*it can't be the bottle of wine*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 09:54:37

My mother? No. I'm pretty sure.

*lifts an eyebrow* Are you lecturing me on moral behavior, Finduilas?

*orders more wine without really noticing*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 09:58:56

*tries to get indignant and fails miserably*

*shrugs* What? It's a living.

*picks at her food when it arrives*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 10:01:40

*is starting to feel too pleasantly lightheaded to get argumentative*

It was just an observation.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 10:07:09

*twirls pasta around her fork*

*cheerfully* And it means I have an excuse to go shopping all the time. *smoothly segues into casual chatter about the serious business of buying fancy underwear with the express intent of making you imagine her in said underwear*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 10:13:33

*nods in what he hopes are appropriate places*

*concentrates [badly] on eating*

*loosens his tie a little*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 10:17:21

*continues talking animatedly about nothing in particular all through the main course*

*knew she was planning on doing or not doing something but can't be bothered to recall what it is*

*uncrosses and re-crosses her legs, 'accidentally' brushing your leg under the table*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 10:27:45

*manages to stop picturing you without any of the fancy underwear long enough to participate in the conversation*

*is eventually interrupted by the waiter, who places a single slice of cake in the center of the table, "compliments of the house"*

*eyes you suspiciously* I hope you didn't want any of this.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 10:32:36

*narrows her eyes*

Wrestle you for it.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 10:33:20

Promise?

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 10:35:40

*has still not actually stopped laughing* A gentleman would give it to me. *pouts*

*slips off her shoe and runs her toes along the inside of your leg*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 10:38:48

*smiles wickedly* I never said I was a gentleman.

*makes his point by taking a bite of cake* *his eyes rolling back in bliss* Mmmmm. You should really try this. *pulls the plate toward him*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 10:45:14

*lifts her leg higher and rubs her foot up your thigh*

*smirks* I have never in my life seen a man get so excited about chocolate.

*reaches across the table to steal a forkful*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 10:48:43

Chocolate?

*looking more than a little dazed* Maybe you're right. *returns the cake to neutral territory* There. Gentlemanly.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 10:56:49

*moves her foot eeeeven higher*

Lord, I hope not. I don't think I'm in the mood for chocolate, actually. You know?

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 11:01:25

*his eyes widening* You don't say.

*finds it a cruel, cruel joke of cruelness that the owner has chosen this precise moment to appear and ask them how everything was*

Ahaha YES! that is. ? eVerythINg was WON!derfulbesuret0. ohgod Rec.ommend. yOu-to ALL my ffffffffffR1enDs!

*smiles charmingly at the owner and kicks you under the table*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 11:07:18

*makes a big show of taking a mirror out of her bag and fixing her hair with a really bored expression on her face*

*thanks Eru for tablecloths*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 11:11:14

*drops money on the table the split second the owner walks away*

*stands, takes your hand, and drags you out of the restaurant*

*sets the world record for time to travel one block*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 11:12:23

*unlocks her door and gives a little involuntary yelp as you pull her inside*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 11:13:39

*slams the door* Don't you EVER. Do that. Again.

*pushes you against the door, cups your face in his hands, and kisses you feverishly*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 11:22:36

*kisses back, breathless, letting her hands roam freely over your body*

Ahahahaha yeah right. No. Never- *kiss* -again. *lick* Never. *moans wantonly*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 11:24:57

*gives up on the buttons on your dress and just rips it open*

*fondles your breasts roughly and rains hot kisses down your neck, nibbling hungrily*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 11:31:00

*slips her hands under your shirt and moves them over your back, memorizing every plane, every muscle*

*fumbles with your belt and then your trousers, too hot to do anything slowly*

*frees you and strokes your length firmly*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 11:35:46

*lets out an agonized moan*

*impatiently hikes your dress up and pulls your panties aside*

*positions himself and drives into you, hard* Ah!

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 11:38:56

*gasps sharply*

*hooks one leg around you and curls her arms around your neck, pulling your mouth down to meet hers*

*catches your lip between her teeth, wanting every bit of you all at once*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 11:43:32

*grips the back of your thigh for leverage*

*pounds you with slow, hard thrusts that make the door shiver*

*panting* You...were...saying?

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 11:47:48

*tilts her head back to allow your lips better access to her skin*

*already on the edge, her voice pleading* Túrin...oh, Túrin...beautiful boy...

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 11:52:43

*buries his face against your neck*

*cups your ass with both hands to support your body*

*fucks you with bruising force, drunk with your scent and your taste*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 11:57:21

*is enflamed suddenly and completely, her body shaking with her release*

*trembles against you and digs her nails into your flesh* *whispers in your ear* Come for me, baby...come...

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/20/2007 12:05:09

*gives one last thrust inside you, his whole body tensing*

*cries out in blissful relief*

*finally slumps against you, breathing heavily*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/20/2007 12:10:23

*smoothes your hair with gentle hands, just collecting herself for a minute or two and enjoying the sound of your contented sighs*

*reluctantly sidles out from under the pleasant weight of your body*

*takes your hand and leads you toward her bedroom to rest for a little while*