Closed Post: The Three-Date Rule

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Maybe it's some kind of character growth, or something, that Janet can admit to herself she's a little bit nervous. It's embarrassing, but it would be stupid to pretend otherwise. It's also bizarre, because she hasn't been nervous about a date since she was a first year at Brakebills and Sebastien from the five-zillion-generations-of-magic family asked her out. (He turned out to be a dick. Quelle surprise.)

Anyway. The point is, she's kind of nervous, because Susan is meeting her here in T-minus not that many minutes, and this is undeniably date number three, and Janet's not supposed to give a shit about how it goes, but she can also admit to herself that she really wants it to go well. She blow-dried her hair, for Christ's sake. That was the first blow-dryer she'd seen in years, but apparently the mansion could tell she needed one. She's still in jeans, but they're nice ones, dark wash and everything. Her blouse is wine-red and off the shoulder. Basically, she's taken the whole date night thing to heart.

She's in one of the nicer lounges, one with some atmospheric exposed brick and expensive-looking furniture. There's a bottle of what she's about ninety-seven percent sure is real Fillorian wine on the table in front of her, along with two clean and empty wineglasses. There are no words on the label of the bottle, but there is a sigil of two rams' heads, which makes her irritable and nostalgic at the exact same time. Her legs are crossed, ladylike as hell, and her boots are freshly polished.

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"Yes," Susan agrees, reaching up and taking Janet's hand in her own, tangling their fingers together. "...Though I must admit, I rather hope we don't wait that long again."

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"Fuck no," Janet says. She snorts out a laugh. "All accusations of sainthood aside..."

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"Do you know, I expect there were any number of impatient saints," Susan says, thoughtfully.

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"Yeah, I just went down on one of them. You think I'd forget Saint Susan the Enduring so quickly?" There's another quick little grin.

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Susan pulls Janet closer. "I am a picture of restraint and grace."

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Janet goes to her, finally slipping her fingers free with a little reluctance so that she can tuck that same hand around Susan's hip. They'll both need showers, probably. Her bedclothes will definitely need to be changed. That doesn't really matter in the face of pressing a firm and decisive kiss to Susan's mouth. "Queen, saint, hot archer... what can't she do."

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"Grow ice axes at the end of my staves," Susan says, promptly, rolling closer to Janet. Her next kiss is lazier, and savoring.

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"Oh, gotcha," Janet says, languid in the aftermath of that kiss as she stretches out along Susan. "So that's why you have to keep me around."

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"Among other things," Susan allows. She traces a finger along the edge of Janet's lower lip, then sighs, bone-deep satisfied.

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There's a persistent smile that keeps making its way back onto Janet's face. Usually, when she smiles, it's on purpose; it's part of a deliberate offense she's mounting. This one's barely even listening to her. She reaches to tuck Susan's hair behind her ear. "Yeah, like my encyclopedic knowledge of welters and my great taste in wine."

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"For example."

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"Sure. We can't list them all. We'll be here all night."

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"Tempt me, why don't you," says Susan, a smile spreading slowly across her face.

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"Aw." Janet fans her fingers against Susan's side. "If you insist." She says it lightly, as if it doesn't matter to her whether Susan does or doesn't stay longer.

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"Me? Insistent? Never," Susan laughs, but it's to cover up her uncertainty - for all that she's comfortable lying here with Janet, she shouldn't want to overstay her welcome, and it's not clear to her if Janet has a preference on that front.

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"Hey, now I really know that's not true." Janet gives her a little quirk of a suggestive smile, then pauses. "I happen to know we still have some charcuterie that's not going to eat itself."

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"I suppose I'm peckish after all that," Susan says. She drags herself up, half-sitting, and casts her gaze over Janet's lovely body, then follows the drag of her eyes with a stroke of her hand.

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Janet shifts into that touch, barely even thinking about it, like a cat into a sunbeam. She lets her own hand linger where it rests at the curve of Susan's hip, a thoughtful moment of that weight and contact, until she follows suit and sits up. She crosses her legs and runs her fingers through her hair¹. "Well, we can't order takeout at this godforsaken place." Another flash of a grin. "But we can clean up, crack another bottle of wine, and eat some more cheese."

¹Enjoy it while you can, girl.

[quote_gentle_unquote]

Susan sits up the rest of the way, pressing a kiss to Janet's shoulder. "And then perhaps a round two?" she suggests.

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"Your Majesty, you read my mind, if you can believe it." Janet pulls Susan into another decisive kiss, like they're signing this plan into law together.