It was becoming traditional for Neal to try and pick the Abloy now, when he went to Sweden. His time was still too long for his liking, but he'd managed to trim it down to four minutes, thirty-eight seconds. The best in the world could probably manage it in about three minutes, though. Ah, well, it was something to work toward. Once the door was open, he came into the house, looking around. "BB? Am I early?" He didn't know if she had anything planned, or if they were just going to laze around, drink wine and have sex. Frankly, either suited him. He was fast getting comfortable with her company.

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	folleconnasse 2011-08-27 06:04 am UTC (link)
	"I'm in here!" She was laying on the couch in a pale ivory sundress that made her complexion look even whiter, reading a book that looked like it could be a first edition of something. "I didn't have anything planned for today specifically. I have a bottle of wine open if you want a glass." (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-27 02:04 pm UTC (link)
	"That'd be good." He walked in, taking off his jacket and laying it over a chair. Neal sat down in the space next to BB's feet, idly picking them up and starting to rub. It was about as effective as a hello kiss. "How did rehearsal go?" Neal was mildly fascinated by her work; the mere fact that someone could get paid for being flexible and daring made him a little envious. (Reply to this)

folleconnasse 2011-08-27 09:35 pm UTC (link)

Groaning, she flexed her feet, going en pointe without the floor being beneath her. "It was fine, except for the part where they didn't have my lyra screwed in all the way and I fell." It had terrified everyone but her. Falling from two stories had hurt a little bit, but everyone else had thought she was going to die, or at least break something. They hadn't been expecting her to swear under her breath, stand up, and blink at people coming to stare at her. "Biggest bruise ever." (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-27 10:08 pm UTC (link)
	Neal blinked, but kept rubbing her feet. "And you're okay otherwise?" That was a lucky break. Despite the potential seriousness of what happened, he couldn't help but smirk a little. "Where's the bruise?" (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-08-27 10:11 pm UTC (link)
	"Of course I am. I'm half Spiran, and half Guardian to boot. They're made out of strong stuff. Mom got hit by a dragon a bunch of times and she's still around. Just a bruise on my ass." She smirked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?" (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-27 10:14 pm UTC (link)
	"Could've kissed it better." Neal kept kneading her feet. "Are we seriously going to just lie around here tonight?" It wasn't a complaint; rather, it was actually kind of excited. He needed a little rest, and her company was relaxing. (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-08-27 10:16 pm UTC (link)
	"You still can if you want. And I was planning on it, why?" She stuck a careful bookmark into her book, setting it down. It was a first edition, and she loved her copy of The Awakening, even if it was terribly stereotypical of her. "I mean, there was this thing I was thinking of going to." (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-27 11:49 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh? What thing?" Neal smiled. "I wasn't whining. We just caught this counterfeiter who killed three people with a car bomb up in Boston. I need either a long rest or a pick-me-up." (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-08-27 11:58 pm UTC (link)
	"We can either have sex now and lounge in the hot tub, or we can have sex later and go take things that don't belong to us. You pick." She smiled and sat up so she could kiss him. "I didn't think you were whining and I'm glad you got him." (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-28 12:02 am UTC (link)
	He actually hadn't thought of that. Going on a heist with BB? Neal couldn't help the slightly manic grin. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but let's save the sex for later." He kissed her back, one hand in her hair. "Did you have something in mind?" (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-08-28 01:50 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, I can. The adrenaline afterward is the fun part, isn't it?" She grinned and leaned over to snog him, her tone immediately fond. "I did. I got invited to the birthday party of the CEO of one of England's larger petrol companies. I don't think he needs all of his art, don't you agree?" (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-28 02:18 am UTC (link)
	Neal smiled. "Did you really get invited? As yourself?" Hm. That might be problematic, unless he worked alone. "I completely agree, though. He doesn't particularly need all his art." (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-08-28 02:34 am UTC (link)
	"Eh, sort of? I mean, it's one of those things where I didn't get a paper invitation, but he has a crush on me, so I'll be able to get us in." She sat up, swinging herself into his lap and kissing his chin. "Just seems unfair, the bastard kills sea turtles and industry and lives and he gets to have a museum in his house." She kissed Neal's neck, smiling to herself. (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-28 02:46 am UTC (link)
	"Definitely unfair." Neal was thinking while she kissed and nibbled on him, as nice as it felt. "Are you all right to walk and move around? I won't be asking you to climb through drain pipes or anything if you don't want, or you don't feel up to it." Even a huge bruise could be a deterrent to her moving, and it mattered to him. (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-08-28 02:50 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, I'm fine. I make it sound like I really hurt myself, but it was only two stories." She hopped up off of him, turning around and lifting her skirt. A quarter sized bruise was on the left side of her rather perfect bottom, and she pouted out her lower lip in play before doing a backflip without the use of her hands. "See? I'm fine." (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-28 03:04 am UTC (link)
	"You did that on purpose, but I see." Of course she'd done it on purpose. Neal grinned, copping a surreptitious feel before watching her flip. "Air vents it is, then? I'm trying to think of a suitable scam." (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-08-28 03:07 am UTC (link)
	"I"m ready to wiggle at your command, Mr. Caffrey. I figure I'll show up, you can be my plus one - a well known art critic from Italy, of course - and you can be my gay date. Can you do fey and lovely?" She batted her eyelashes at him. "Oh, or you could be my brother!" (Reply to this)

classicratpack 2011-08-28 03:12 am UTC (link)

"It would be a bit of a distraction if you were seen making out with your 'brother.'" Neal smirked; he wasn't about to keep his hands off her if he didn't have to. "I can be your lecherous Italian date? A good old fashioned lover's quarrel is a great distraction, especially if you storm off sobbing or something. Or, I don't know, you can manhandle me a little and get thrown out for your trouble?" Then, of course, she could come back in via the air conditioning vents. (Reply to this)

folleconnasse 2011-08-28 03:15 am UTC (link)

"I love pretending to break up!" She grinned and jumped up on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, nibbling his ear. "They think I'm Swedish anyway, so they clearly don't know me at all." If she had to claim a nationality, it was Yank, just because she'd been raised there. She saw herself as an expat most of the time anyway. "I'm great at crying on cue." (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-28 03:18 am UTC (link)
	Neal caught her, still surprised by just how light she was. "We'll be fine. I'm told I have great puppy eyes." He offered his best you've-just-crushed-my-heart expression for a minute before chuckling and going for a kiss. Yes, he was willing to get scratched up for the sake of Renaissance art. He didn't see anything wrong with his priorities. (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-08-28 03:22 am UTC (link)
	She sniffled, letting her eyes tear up in response to his face before giggling when he kissed her. "Mmph. Come on, you have to help me pick out a sexy yet not out of place dress. I'm never a good judge at those two mixed together." She tugged on his hand, leading him to her bedroom. It occurred to her that they'd never had sex in there. (Reply to this)

classicratpack 2011-08-28 03:26 am UTC (link)

"Sexy can be subtle, for a man or a woman." Neal followed her, thinking roughly the same thought; maybe they could test out her bed later on. It looked inviting. "Like, wear black or some really sober color, but a guy might use accessories to look more interesting. For a woman, I don't know." He shrugged, grinning. "I like it when a woman wears a plain dress, but it's really form-fitting." It would work for her - Neal couldn't remember ever seeing a better backside than hers, and that wasn't hyperbole. (Reply to this)

folleconnasse 2011-08-28 03:29 am UTC (link)

She led him into the abnormally large walk-in closet that housed her clothes and shoes. "My biological father used this for guitars before," she explained. It was bigger than most studio apartments, and she wandered off to the section where her little black dresses were housed, picking out a vintage Chanel one that hit just below her knees. She'd had it taken in so it was as tight as possible. "This one?" (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-08-28 03:33 am UTC (link)
	Neal couldn't help but let his eyes go wide. "Who needs this much space?" And he'd thought he was extravagant. When she held up the dress, though, he just chuckled. "If that's as form fitting as I think it is, that might work." He had a good idea of how to look for his part. "I may need to pop back to New York and change tie and jacket." And, sadly, leave behind his hat. (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-08-28 03:36 am UTC (link)
	"Mom's first husband. He got it built for guitars, then he left, and my bio dad didn't have the heart to move it." She stripped out of her white sundress and panties, rifling through her lingerie to find the right corset to wear with that dress. Settling on a plain black silk one, she put on the garter, stockings, and panties first. "I'll come with you. Help lace me up?" (Reply to this)

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